Category Archives: Photo (W)It

Uh……Just Stuff

I forget that there are actually a few of you out there who enjoy reading my blog.  Sorry, You Three.  I’ve been thinking lately that I’d like to start posting daily.  Journal style.  But then my writing sort of rambles because I end up typing my thoughtstream in realtime and then I read back and see that I have a run-on sentence or ten, the wrong punctuation and too many “ands” and I sometimes don’t make any sense to anyone other than myself.  Sounds like a good time, if you ask me.

I lost my third cell phone in 45 days.  OK, well, not really “lost”.  The first one…..broke.  It just…..broke, okay?  The second one committed suicide by way of toilet water while I was trying to drop my pants and use said toilet.  And this last one made a jump for it into the air vent.  The one without the cover on it.  I freaked out about it at first.  Mostly because it was 5:30 in the morning and one should not have to shove one’s arm into a dark, spidertastic hole before one takes one’s first morning pee.  But also because I was tired of having to worry over getting yet another cell phone.  I had decided, by the time I pulled my arm out of the hole with the sick sixth sense that I could’ve SWORN I just brushed my fingertip against a cluster of legs, that I didn’t need a goddern cell phone.  Chris, on the other hand, has this thing about me driving to another town and back with the children every day without any means to call him if I have a flat tire, run out of gas or am stuck behind one of those damn student drivers.  So.  Under the house he went.  To cut my cell phone out of the air duct.  In his boxers.  And a coat.  He emerged approximately 60 seconds later drenched in sweat from the waist up.  With what I can only assume were zero spider/snake bites as he didn’t break into hives, seizures or death.  If one can “break into” death.  Heh.

Aaaaaaand I have my cell phone back.  With fiberglass on it too, apparently, since it makes my ear itch when I use it. 

Has anybody seen the previews for The Bridesmaids?  That movie looks hilarious.  I mean, if the trailer can make me pee myself, then you know the movie is a riot. That Melissa McCarthy is talent.  What other 200 lb. woman can throw her leg on the shoulder of a hot mantendant in the aisle of a 747?  Besides me, of course.  Talent.

Also, for any of you who have not heard of or listened to Adele, you must do yourself a service and drown yourself in her latest album, 21.  It’s like Alanis Morrissette’s Jagged Little Pill.  In brilliance, not style.  It’s bleeding with gutwrenching emotion that every girl, at one point or another, can relate to.  It’ll have you singing into your fist with your eyes squinted shut and your hand clenched to your chest.  Until you realize you’re operating a motor vehicle.

Much of my spare time has recently been devoted to photo editing.  I’m no expert, but I’ve taken a fancy to this stuff and I’m so excited about the what I’ve come up with.  It makes me see sparkles.  I’m now on a let’s-decorate-the-whole-house-in-photography mode and am planning out my decorating methods.  I’m also keeping the laundry done and cooking.  What the hell is up with me?

(I swear I’m not pregnant.)

So.  Here’s some edited shots I’ve done:

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Not bad, yeah?

And, lastly, well……….that’s it.

I Got A Canon Rebel, Oh Yes I Did

I love that so many people are embracing photography now.  It’s something I’ve always been fascinated with but never had all the stars aligned properly in order to delve into it myself.

WELL, ahohohohoho, not so anymore!  My hubby aligned the stars and badabingbadaboom, we are now the proud owners of a Canon Rebel XTi, which, ya know, is cool.

So, of course, now I’m haunting various bloggers’ photography pages looking for helpful hints and tips and tricks and composition ideas cuz right now?  All we know is that we want those pictures that are focused on our kid, only with a blurry background.  TECHNICAL STUFF HERE, PEOPLE.  I need to figure out what all these fancy terms mean, ie: ISO and aperture.  Just so you know, my skill level is that of a person who just had to double check how to spell aperture.

I, however, am not one to wait for silly things like instructions.  Oh, no.  That would require patience and a waiting period of a day or two and who the hell wants to do that?  NOT ME.

I dive in with two feet, an old pair of jeans and a ponytail.

And here’s what I got:

SO.  Not bad, huh?  Much better shots than with a point and shoot (though I still love my Canon Powershot and think point and shoots are still glorious creations) but I have a lot of work to do before I can say I know what I’m doing.

Also, I make pretty babies.

Also, my dogs make pretty babies.

Also, wear long pants when laying in the grass because SPIDERS EWW.