Posts Tagged ‘Pictures!’
Today your host has taken on a boyish look. Purely unintentional, of course.
I spent the few hours I had to myself running from store to store to make another love pack for a friend. I wasn’t even tempted to stop at the liquor store. Oh, and no, it wasn’t my husband’s empty threats that made that decision for me.
Someone sent me a single yellow rose while I was in the hospital this time. No one from my real life is taking responsibility for it, so I assume someone from here or my journal sent it. Whoever sent it, thank you!
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!
This is my cleaning challenge for today:
While I was sleeping this morning, the three monsters (Chloe, James and Ashe) took all of the videos, DVDs and audio CDs out of the entertainment center and scattered them in front of the living room chair.
The man of the house says I have to clean this up, even though he sat there and watched them do it, while laughing and encouraging them to trash the living room. Oh, and I have to do it before he gets home tonight at 9pm, or he’s going to bag up my movies, DVDs and audio CDs and throw them out for the trash.
Now… It’s 110 degrees here and it’s too hot for me to clean, and I’m too fat to clean naked. I’d much rather sit in front of the air conditioner and relax all day, watching cheesy 80s horror flicks, but someone has to crack the whip around here. The three guilty parties are banished to their rooms and Mother Terrible (me) is just waiting to hear any hint of fun or happiness come from their rooms so I can barge in and put a stop to it. Yes, the dad is ‘grounded’ too. I don’t know for how long, since I’m going to take it out in the number of days equal to the number of hours it takes me to clean up the mess. If it takes me four hours to clean it up, he’s grounded for four days. Fair enough.
No time like the present to get my butt in gear and get to work on that mess.
I love the bedroom window. It’s always so beautiful, no matter what time of day or the season that I photograph it:
Hank Hill. Because.
Anyone want to tell me why there was a box of condoms outside the dressing room?! Were people trying them on, or having sex in the dressing room?
I got my permanent caps today! Woohoo! I can chew on that side of my face now! I can drink pop again! If I want. Which I really do not.
This rainbow, cast by my own suncatcher, is just so perfect:
Ashe bit me during his bath. Three slash marks on my wrist that match his sharp little teeth perfectly.
For your amusement/abusement. Seriously, that makes nine domains Team Ceej has discovered since Saturday. They’ll probably find 100,000 more by the time TC launches… oopsie! I have an alibi! I was given Nitrous Oxide today! I’m still tipsy from it!
My teeth are fixed (somewhat):
I have temporary caps on the top and bottom teeth, but there’s no pain! I noticed that almost immediately. Other than some tenderness, which has all but vanished now, there is no pain at all. For the first time in my life, I can drink cold-to-room temperature drinks and not cringe in pain. Of course, the other side of my mouth needs worked on, but there’s no constant pain there, just when I take those cold drinks. The plan is to get the teeth fixed before I am in excruciating pain for weeks on end.
There are some changes coming to my web presence soon. Don’t worry. It’s probably all good.
It’s been less than a week since I’ve stopped eating solid foods, and I miss eating more than I thought I would. I guess this is why I never really dieted. Eating is just part of who I am. That explains the weight issues, right?
I can’t survive on Gogurt/yogurt, Vitamin Water and Vicodin. However, the Vicodin passes the time quicker.
I’m almost tempted to numb my mouth with EMLA cream and eat this:
Yes, that is a cheeseburger with grilled cheese sandwiches for buns. I almost licked my screen when I discovered it.
Of course, if I numbed my mouth, I wouldn’t be able to chew, swallow, or most importantly, taste, so it would be pointless to eat after numbing, not to mention near impossible.
Dennis seems to think that my pain has gone on long enough, and I need to do chores to keep my mind off of things. Such as washing the mountain of laundry that has grown in the past few days, changing the sheets on the bed and making the bed, plus adjusting the pH and temperature (“I am SICK of sleeping on a cold, wet bag! I have a RASH from the mold in the bed!” WTF? You wanted a water bed!). I was also asked to dump my cloves/alcohol mixture (“The smell is making me sick!” Are you pregnant?). All of this must be done by 10pm, and I had to take him to the studio, in the blistering, hot July sun, and come home.
Joke’s on him though. I got the mail and the credit card bill. I’ve effectively destroyed the purchase listings of the bill, so there.