Thursday, January 28, 2010

My New Baby

No, no….please, don’t get too excited. Not that kind of baby. I had that fixed years ago.

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What I’m talking about is my new camera.

I got a Nikon D5000. I LOVE it. LOVE it. LOVE it.

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I have no idea to use a DSL camera, but this one makes it easy. It came with 2 different lenses, both of which I can use on automatic or manual.

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By fluke I’ve gotten some pictures I really like.

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Did I mention that I LOVE it?

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I got this camera from an online company that is also a national chain of camera stores. My camera arrived broken. The little doohickey that keeps the flash down was broke. Is broke.

I called the company, today, finally. The almost non-English speaking person didn’t know how to do an exchange so he had to call me back. Uh, how do you not know how to do an exchange?

When  he called back he said that I would be able to ship the camera back and they would replace it. But one little information that I have to tell you…if the camera is out of stock when we go to replace it, we will just refund your money instead.

No thank you.

I got a GREAT deal on this camera. I got it for about $75 less than it’s listed for at the same site right now. I’m not going to send the camera back so I can end up paying more for it. I’ll just send it to Nikon to have it fixed under the warranty.

It really disappointed me that this company could maybe do an exchange. But maybe not. I guess I’m even more disappointed that the camera wasn’t in perfect working condition when they sent it to me. If you’re looking to purchase a camera and you’re going to do it online, email me and I will tell you where I would NOT purchase from again.

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Wordless Wednesday ~ Can You Tell What This Is?

Well, of course I can’t do anything wordless. Ask anyone who knows me. Really. My nickname growing up was motor mouth. Awesome.


I just bought myself a new camera. Received it on Saturday. This is one of the pictures I took while I was bored and fooling around.


I think it’s really neat because it looks like a forest during a snow storm. Thank my lucky stars, that isn’t what it really is.


Can you tell me what it is?


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I can’t help but share these too…



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Maybe I’ll have to do another post on allll of the other 400 pictures I took that 1st day that turned out like crap.




Sunday, January 24, 2010

Music Monday ~Bohemian Rhapsody~ Queen

No way!


I fell in love with this song when I was in junior high, thank you very much to Wayne's World and the highs chool boys who lip-synched this song the entire State Bowling Trip. 


Craig, your air drum solo will never be forgotten.


Way!



And of course a HUGE thank you to my new Aussie friend who totally reminded me of this magically babelicious song.


I'm not worthy.

Remember When You Were A

kid, and you did some weird shit in public, like picking your nose, or singing or pulling out a wedgie, and you thought no one was looking?


Guess what?


They were.

Thursday, January 21, 2010

Just A Hint


If you are in a restaurant and you see a 5 year old MADLY CAREENING toward the door,


you should probably NOT hold the door open for her.


Especially if her mom is across the restaurant screaming MADDY STOP! MADDY STOP! MADDY STOP!


And yes, I do realize it is my job to protect my children and keep them under control, but sometimes, oh just sometimes, little kids with ADHD do some crazy ass shit you're just not expecting.


And please know that I am under no illusions that she is truly and angel. *wink*

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

WW ~ I'm Thinking That If We

all used toilet paper like my daughter, we wouldn't have to worry about forest conservation.



Yes. That is half of one sheet of toilet paper.




Why There Should Always Be

at least 2 alarms set when I need to wake up early. Well, early for me, anyway.


Because, if there aren't at least 2 set, I will not wake up on time and something like this will probably happen:


I am startled awake, instantly knowing I am late. LATE!! Shit. SHIT!!


What time is it? 9:30. Okay. Shit. I have 30 minutes to take a shower and get to school. SHIT. Okay, I can do this. Nope. I can't do this. SHIT! FUCK!!!


Then I hear the little voice of my 3 children who are 11, 7, and 5.


Wait. Is it even Monday? They go to school on Monday... Wait. Is it just Sunday then? It has to be Sunday, because they would be at school if it was Monday. Did their dad just not take them to school? No, he would never do that. Oh shit, I am so confused. CONFUSED! This just isn't right.


I recheck the time. And go back and forth about what day it really is.


Yes. It is Monday morning and it is 9:30. For sure. Or mostly for sure. Fuck.


So, I go out to the living room.


Me: WHAT ARE YOU KIDS DOING HOME!!!???!!!??? 


All 3 of them just stare at me blankly.


The oldest, who is 11 finally manages to squeak out an unconvincing I don't know.


Me: WELL? WHAT ARE YOU DOING HOME???!!??!!


More blank stares.


Me: ARE YOU GUYS SICK OR WHAT?


More blank stares.


Me: CAN SOMEONE JUST ANSWER MY QUESTION? WHAT ARE YOU DOING HOME? ARE YOU SICK. FUCK!!! WHERE'S YOUR DAD??


Yet again, more blank stares.


Then I remember. It is a national holiday. The kids do not have school today, it is 9:30 in the morning, and my husband is already at work. And yes, I was yelling at the top of my lungs like some crazy, psychoti, totally fucked up mental patient this whole time. Quite comical, I'm sure.


So, yes, this is why there should always be 2 alarms set so I will not wake up in a panic and yell at my kids for sitting in front of the T.V. watching cartoons, as quiet as can be, just so I can sleep in.


Sometimes I can be such a fucking idiot.


Really.

Sunday, January 17, 2010

Music Monday ~Through The Trees~ Low Shoulder (Ryan Levine)

I'm ashamed to admit that the song I REALLY wanted to post was Pants On The Ground! Pants On The Ground! Lookin' Like a Fool With Your Pants On The Ground!


Lucky you, I refrained. 


Here is a song from the movie Jennifer's Body.


Damn, I'm in LOVE with this song.


Through The Trees


All alone in an empty room
Nothing left but the memories of when I had my best friend
I don't know how we ended up here
I don't know but it's never been so clear
We made a mistake, dear.
And I see the broken glass in front of me
I see your shadow hanging over me
And your face, I can see...

Through the trees
I will find you;
I will heal the ruins left inside you
Coz I'm still here breathing now...
I'm still here breathing now...
I'm still here breathing now...
Until I'm set free.
Go quiet through the trees

I remember how we used to talk
About the places we would go when we were off
And all that we were gonna find.
And I remember watching our seeds grow
And how you cried when you saw
The first leaves show.
The love was pouring from your eyes.

So can you see
The branches hanging over me?
Can you see
The love you left inside of me?
In my face
Can you see?

Through the trees
I will find you;
I will heal the ruins left inside you.
Cuz I'm still here breathing now
I'm still here breathing now...
I'm still here breathing now...
Until I'm set free.
Go quiet through the trees.

Cuz you're not coming back
And you're not coming back
No-oo... No-oo... No
You're not coming back...
You're not coming back...

Take my breath as your own
Take my eyes to guide you home

Cuz I'm still here breathing now...
I'm still here breathing now...
I'm still here breathing now...
And I'm still here...

Cuz I'm still here breathing now...
I'm still here breathing now...
I'm still here breathing now...
And I'm still here...

Cuz I'm still here breathing now...
I'm still here breathing now...
I'm still here breathing now...
And I'm still here...

But you're not coming back.
And you're not coming back.
Cuz you're not coming back
Until I'm set free
Go quiet through the trees.




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As My Friend Is Touching My Husband's

knee under the table:


Him: Whew!


Her: What?


Him: You're getting king of close there.


Me: She touched your knee...


Him: It's in the vicinity.


Me: Trust me, it's not that long.

Monday, January 11, 2010

I Feel Kind Of Like The Song


from my Music Monday post. I set it up a couple of days ago, just to get it done, so all I would have to do is post it. And of course I forgot to do just that.


I tried to write this earlier, but did something and ended up erasing almost everything I had already typed. I had tried to write fairly light-heartedly about my dogs trip to the vet today, but I just can't do it again.


She has hip dysplasia and osteo-arthritis that is so bad the vet was absolutely AMAZED that she could even walk.


The vet also insisted I let her do blood panels on Goldie. She suspects a thyroid problem, possibly cancer, and maybe kidney and/or liver problems.



I'm not even allowed to throw a Frisbee for her. And she LOVEEES a Frisbee.


Top left is Goldie at about 1 year old, next one down is from just this last summer, top right is her today. Can yous see the difference?



Music Monday ~Falls Apart~ by Sugar Ray

I thought he was soooo HOT. Like 10 years ago.






Falls Apart

She falls apart by herself
No ones there to talk or understand
Feels sustained, dries her eyes
Finds herself, opens the door inside
People see right through you
Everyone who knew you well
Falls apart, might as well
Day is long and nothing is wasteful
Runaway runaway [Rodney background:] runaway runaway
Hold, hold you but your going away
Runaway runaway [Rodney background:] runaway runaway
[Rodney: Want]
Hold (Want) you tomorrow but your leaving today
You walk along by yourself
There's no sound, nothing is changing
Been gone away, left you there
Emptiness is nothing you can't share
All those words that hurt you
More than you would let it show
Comes apart, by yourself
All is well and everything is wasted
Runaway runaway [Rodney background:] runaway runaway
[Rodney: Want]
Hold (Want) hold you but your going away
Runaway runaway [Rodney background:] runaway runaway
[Rodney: Want]
Hold (Want) you tomorrow but your leaving today
Sometimes we'll feel around and this dance instead can't be down
All the sound of me on my own
Any sound of me again it's time away surround around a friend
I know where I know where no where to runaway
She falls apart, no one there
Hold her hand, it seems to disappear
Falls apart, might as well
Day is long and nothing is wasted
Runaway runaway [Rodney background:] runaway runaway
[Rodney:] Want
Hold (Want) hold you but your going away
Runaway runaway [Rodney background:] runaway runaway
[Rodney:] Want
Hold (Want) you tomorrow but your leaving today
Runaway Runaway
Hold (Want) hold you (Want) but your going away
But your leaving today, but your leaving today 

Sunday, January 10, 2010

Don't Get Me Wrong,

I love, love, lovveee, LOVE it when people tell me they love my blog. Or that I'm really funny. I especially like to be told I'm funny. (Ohhh, she's funny alright. But not really in a haha kind of way)


But DAMN!!! The PRESSURE!!!


I used to be able to just put whatever the fuck I felt like up on this blog.


Now I feel like I have to make sure it's funny. Or that people will like it. Or that someone won't be offended by it.


And ohmygod is that not EASY!


Like, hmmm, do they really want to hear another post about some crazy shit my 5 year old just said? I bet their 5 year old says the same kind of crazy shit.


Soooo, okay. Traffic? I fucking hate traffic. But most everyone else does too. I don't want people to have flashbacks of their road rage while reading my blog.


Weather? Weather's been shitty lately, so I really don't want to blog about that. And I don't think you really care about my shitty weather, since lately chances are, YOUR weather has been shitty too.


And then there are soooo many things I want to say here. You know the kind. The shit that other people do, that really pisses you off. Especially shit family does. Or close friends. Or anyone else I know. Or don't know. Oh, I love to blog about THAT!


Problem is, even if I am posting it to be ummm.... funny...most of them know about this blog, and every little thing that's said is scrutinized and analyzed and then all of a sudden people who haven't talked to each other in months or years are all over the phone and e-mail posting links to my blog so EVERYONE in the entire fucking world can see what a bad daughter/sister/mother/friend/bitch I really am, because I've hurt their felling so bad with this inconsiquential dribble I call a motherfucking blog.


And we certainly wouldn't want to hurt anyone's feelings, would we?


Which leaves me without a lot of things to say.


motherfucker.

Thursday, January 7, 2010

Last Year For Christmas

my husband bought me the Wii Fit game and board. Not that it was really a hint, but because I wanted it soooo bad. I used it 3 times. It's been about a year since I got on that thing last.


This year he bought the both of us the Wii Fit Plus game.


He did it for the first time a couple of days ago. When you first start the game it asks for your height, etc and then it weighs you. It will give you your BMI and everything.


It will even say OHHH whenever you step on the board. Doesn't that motivate ya?


Anyway, it said HE should weigh 145 pounds.

I ain't getting on that thing.. 

Monday, January 4, 2010

Music Monday ~That's What You Get~ Paramore




Lyrics to That's What You Get :
No sir, well I don't wanna be the blame, not anymore.
It's your turn, so take a seat we're settling the final score.
And why do we like to hurt so much?

I can't decide
You have made it harder just to go on
And why, all the possibilities where I was wrong

That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.
That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.
I drowned out all my sense with the sound of its beating.
And that's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.

I wonder, how am I supposed to feel when you're not here.
'Cause I burned every bridge I ever built when you were here.
I still try holding onto silly things, I never learn.
Oh why, all the possibilities I'm sure you've heard.

That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.
That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.
I drowned out all my sense with the sound of its beating (beating)
And that's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.

Pain make your way to me, to me.
And I'll always be just so inviting.
If I ever start to think straight,
This heart will start a riot in me,
Let's start, start, hey!

Why do we like to hurt so much?
Oh why do we like to hurt so much?

That's what you get when you let your heart win!
Whoa.

That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.
That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.

Now I can't trust myself with anything but this,
And that's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa 

Sunday, January 3, 2010

Dear Readers,

I really hope you don't take offense to this, but I don't give a shit what kind of ads Spottt is running on my blog. That's why the ad is still there.


Why don't I mind the porno ads? Because Spottt will advertise my blog even though I love to type words like fuck and shit and cocksucker and motherfucker. I love to type fuck you. Fuck stick. For fuck's sakes.

Oh, there are plenty more, but those are some of my absolute favorites.

Like music to my motherfucking ears.

Plus, I kind even like porn.

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