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Half and Half With The Redhead
ACK!!! I’m going to end up posting like a zillion times today. I might even have a story to tell. But, I dunno my life is so boring. I actually have a story to tell. It happened when Dennis and I were coming back from getting diapers and formula for Hayley.
Now, I was planning on washing laundry on Wednesday and going to the store Thursday night, but that kind of fell through, huh? So Dennis and I had no clean clothes to wear today. Except things that we normally don’t wear to the grocery store. Since our car is totaled, we had to take his father’s car. A Cadillac. Which wasn’t too bad, except I was wearing an extremely short skirt, a halter top, and Dennis was wearing an Italian pin-striped suit. Anyone else hearing porno flick music yet? No? Well, what about when my knee was hurting, so I asked to ride in the back seat?
*Bow-Chicka-Wow-Wow*
Of course, we got pulled over coming home. The cops thought I was a prostitute and Dennis was my pimp! *laughs forever* Then the cop asked in a low voice, how much for a half and half with the red-head.
O-o
No worries: Copper didn’t get his three way. The good thing that came out of today was that Dennis and I took pictures of ourselves as “pimp & ho”. They’re on Facebook, if you’re curious.
Lookin’ At the Sun
Some people claim I am a good photographer. I have been snapping pictures since I was nine years old, with an old 110 mm crap-tastic camera that I didn’t cry too hard over losing at the fair later that year. Then I progressed to a 35 mm camera. Then the Advantix. Finally, in 1999, I got my first digital camera, and I’ve been known to have taken over 10,000 photos since going digital. I have many books and boxes filled with photos. Somewhere in between the fancy cameras, I had some Polaroids, which gave me the sweet taste of instant feedback on my photo taking ability.
The pictures I feel I take the best are the ones of nature. Still photos.
Naturally, my monkeys never sit still long enough for anyone to take a good photograph of any of them. At least once per year I splurge on a new digital camera. I pay about $500 for a new camera every year, and to me it’s worth it. The one thing I love more than taking photos is taking better quality photos. Let the prints show what I saw through the lens.
At dusk today, I photographed the sun. Perfect theme for August, right? Of all thirty photos taken, less than half came out right, and out of that, only four are good enough to post here. The rest are here.
The photos are raw, unphotoshopped, and I do not have any fancy lenses or features on my Nikon.
Another reason I don’t prefer to photograph people over nature/still photography is because I always manage to capture people in their most awkward moments. As evident below.
Maybe I could get a job as a professional blackmailer? *grins*
Yep, I know that’s going to end up on my harasser/content thief’s website with some kind of snarky horseshit. I really do not care what she steals from me anymore. Anyone who only gets 300 hits per month is a nobody on the web, and if she thinks that by stealing my photos and making comments that my kids, husband and family dog are ugly, that I am going to give her hits, she’s wrong. So please, don’t comment about that anymore. I no longer care. Besides, I’m sure her n00dz are a million times better than photos of my ugly face, kids, husband, dog, and life. Just ask her!
The Cynic
Maybe I’m an evil, apathetic, cynical bitch, but when someone takes the wrong medication twice over a period of two days and has a bad reaction the second time, I’m less likely to really think it’s a “medical emergency”. Yep, Dennis took the wrong medicine again, this time in the morning, and now he wants to go out to the ER.
I told him to have one of his band-mates take him; I had to finish the laundry and get things ready for tomorrow morning.
Oh what a hateful thing to say! This was an emergency! I’m such a bitch! How could I say something like that?! I bet Darren wouldn’t say things like that…
Fine. Go be with Darren. I’m sick of saying “how high?” when I’m ordered to jump. I put my entire day on hold Friday, and I’m way behind now, so I’ll be damned if I’m going to keep putting my life on hold because Dennis wants attention now. I thought about telling him if he wanted attention so badly, he could wash the laundry or make the bed. I wouldn’t protest that too badly. Ha ha! Or maybe he could clean the bathroom up? That would certainly catch my attention. Being an ex-chronic drug over-doser, I know why and how people do it. The number one reason is attention, especially when they’ve experimented enough with the drug so they know how much to take to make them sick, because they’re such awful actors without the drugs, without killing them.
Besides, Litican isn’t that toxic in less than a gram, even if we had toxic levels of it here, it’s not as if people are dropping like flies over it.
Liberated
I got a little bit more information on what happened last night verses why Dennis refused to go to the hospital.
It turns out that he took the wrong medication and was having a severe side-effect from it. It was bad enough that he couldn’t function properly, but not bad enough for him to go in the hospital over. Good lord. I had a nice, big, fat needle of epinephrine waiting for when he stopped breathing. Needles seem to cure all of his ailments. But the whole thing still made me pretty mad.
After the fighting today, I set my mind to getting other things done, and guess what? I finished everything on my list! I even had a couple of extra things I had to do that miraculously got done! Of course, it was liberating tearing the sheets off the bed and throwing them in the trash. I hated those sheets. They’re over a decade old, but they’re falling apart. Didn’t I spend $500 on new sheet sets back in March? What’s the point of buying new stuff if you’re not going to throw out the old?
Oh, and yes, all is beginning to be forgiven.
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