Well shit on a stick - it appears that I’m getting sick. Horrid timing - my sister and her boyfriend are coming for dinner tomorrow then for the next month I’m on the 6am shift. Wonder if the guy on the noon shift will trade with me for a week.
All I want to do is go to bed - I think I may.
On the plus side, I have a Holga 120 coming. I’ll dream of it when i’m sleeping ;)
Today, in my brilliance I chose not only to go and do groceries at Costco on a Saturday but once I FINALLY made it through the line ups there, instead of going to the small grocery store in my community to pick up odds and ends, I felt the need to go to the Super Wal-Mart.
The New one. The first of its kind in a city of 1 million people. On opening weekend.
Yay! My month of working noon-8pm is over. Semi-booo that I work 6am-2pm next month. Sure, getting off work at 2pm is freaking awesome, but man, when you tend to go to sleep between 2 and 3 am that getting up at six is horrid ;)
I’ve had my new radio remotes and umbrellas for almost a week now and I’ve only played with them for about an hour. I’m hoping for more “play time” in the month to follow - if I’m not too busy going “fuck it, I’m taking a nap” at 2:15 pm after I log off work!
Bah, I’ve never been a sleeper. In the 70’s books kept me awake. In the 80’s it was TV. In the late 80’s/early 90’s it was that solitude that I had when the kids were in bed and the house was quiet, and from the mid 90’s on the Internet has been the bane of my sleeping like normal folks.
all the fanfare that came with birthdays died in my house after I turned 16 when I wished on every single candle lit that I would grow boobs, and come the next morning still have to put on my training bra. Needless to say, my birthday present came 4 years late and during sophomore year of college. I could have used those breasts back in prom night, thanks genetics.
Now with the eve of my quarter life crisis rapidly approaching, boob wishes have turned into job hirings and birthday cake has turned into “you’re getting too old for a cake, kc.” Somebody should warn kids that can’t wait to grow up that Christmas presents and Birthday celebrations have the same line of death as dinosaurs. Extinction.
It also doesn’t help that my birthday is on valentines day, I’d like to blame my mom’s selfishness of not withstanding pain for a couple more hours to shoot me out on the 16th - but every time I bring that up she just mumbles “Or I could have aborted.” Touche’ mother, touche’.
I need to figure out what I’m doing for my birthday, otherwise it looks like I’m going to buy a carton of birthday cake remix from ColdStones, slap a candle in there and play pin the tail on the donkey with Rufio. But I think even he has valentines day plans with the neighbor dog. Bastard, good thing we got him neutered.
I think my whole family has a bit of a Peter Pan syndrome. Birthdays, Christmas, Easter - they’re still all big days for us. Mom gets us stockings (and, in some cases, ships them all over the continent) and way too many presents still.
My 50 year old brother was seriously pissed off when one of my nephews was born on his birthday. My brother said “but he stole my birthday magic” lol
My family is a little nuts - and I love them more because of it
Rumors are flying about the DS2, the forthcoming handheld from Nintendo. From Satoru Iwata confirming, and then denying comments about a new handheld to EEDAR (Electronics Entertainment Design and Research) predicting that it will be announced and released this calendar year. This poses an interesting dilema for those who want to upgrade to a DS2 and currently own a DSi chock full of downloaded games. Surely Nintendo’s next handheld will be able to download games and applications, but what becomes of the game’s I have already purchased. The same can be said for the Wii. I have a ton of virtual console games that I don’t want to lose the next time Nintendo releases a console.
Because of the way the other consoles work by tying your games with your account name I’m not worried about losing XBLA or PSN games. But Nitnendo doesn’t have a universal log in name. It’s serial number based. So the games on my DSi are available only on my one DSi. If it breaks, I have to repurchase everything I’ve bought. If I upgrade to a DS2, I fear there will be no way to migrate my games.
MASSIVE pet peeve of mine where cell phones are considered. One of the benefits of working for the phone company is awesome rates on phones so I am forever upgrading my cell phone. Those games/ring tones that I downloaded on the last phone? Gone. If I want the same ring tone, I have to pay full price each time I get a new ring town to download it again.
I called the airline just now to ASK (as if that should even be a question to be asked) if they would charge extra to board my wheelchair. I had to wait 20 minutes in line because the lovely operator could not answer me promptly whether I’d have to pay for it or not, and she asks me what model of wheelchair I drive (I love to say that I drive it).
Now my rant: DO YOU ASK PEOPLE TO REMOVE THEIR LEGS WHEN THEY BOARD A PLANE? NO! So why ask me how heavy my wheelchair is???
I understood that they don’t offer any special service to carry the luggage around during the layover, and that I’d have to contact the airport for such a service, but I always wondered about the wheelchair issue, even before I even needed one, because yes it’s an extra weight, and yes people have to pay if they are carrying more than allowed, but a wheelchair cannot be compared to a sound-system because it’s a first-necessity equipment, not just an “extra”. Bottom line: I don’t need to pay extra for my chair. GOOD!
I’m shocked that someone even needs to ask this. What type of freaking world do we live in.
The one day I decide on a whim to go into the office and an entire block in Chinatown is in flames (our office is in Chinatown). Luckily, I was at the office 2 hours early AND had my camera with me. Just wish I’d had my 200mm lens though :(
If they decide that they want me, I swear on my life, I will dress up like James Bond every single day I have to work and talk like Sean Connery. It’s the only way for me to fully do my job correctly and effectively.
I LOVE THAT PLACE!!! My husband and I had this on the list of “must see’s” when we were there for the March in October.
He’s 50, I’m 43. We crawled through the air ducts with all the kids at the museum because it was “Freaking cool” :)
Granted my breasts may count for 1/2 that weight but, I am completely, utterly and honestly fine with those numbers. But as confident as I stand, and how many people I tell, for some reason, they still feel the need to say “you’ll look and feel so much better kc if you lost some weight.”
Look bitch, I feel like my little pony tales and the power rangers all in one with the size that I am. You may feel insecure with yourself, and by all means revert back to your own dieting plan, but leave me the hell alone. My mom’s always tried to have her side remarks about me losing weight since my cousins are shedding pounds and even herself. I know she means well, but she’s not getting the hint that I have no plans now nor in the near future of losing weight. I’m not sloppy, and I don’t look like I’m smuggling bags of wonder bread up my dresses. I’m strong as an ox, and I have muscle. Of course we all want those abs in our life, but I’ve lifted my shirt up many of times and welcomed the nonexistence of them, I’m fine with that.
It would be one thing if I was sitting in my room watching Friends reruns holding a bag of Cheetos and eating pizza hut every single night. As tempting as that may be for some, I’m always active outside all day. Whether that be from trying to catch my dogs (since they run away because they’re assholes), running away from security guards (METRO DC officers tend to get up in my shit when I try to take pictures in the subway), or dodging livestock that I come across when shooting on farms (ol’ betsy tends to get spooked easily). I’m on the Lucky Charms diet, not by choice, but because my mother has the cooking patterns of a Russian army chief.
I don’t plan on dieting, I don’t plan on hitting the gym a couple days in the week, and I don’t plan on squeezing down a few more sizes. What I plan to do is maintaining the weight that I am in, and continuing to tell my family to get off my hypothetically dick (probably not in those exact words, but you get the picture).
Please respect my decision, I’ve never judged you with wanting to be skinny, so don’t judge me for wanting to keep the meat on my bones.
Hun, you already know this, but don’t let anyone tell you 6’2” 179 lbs is heavy. I am 6’ and when I was 180 lbs I was my happiest with my weight. It was perfect for me.
Other than the fact that “next” usually means “back in time”, what I find most confusing is that if I were reading a book I would go to the right to continue. Because we are asking to go back through someone’s tumblr, chronologically, the next page of information is accessed by an arrow pointing to the left.
I always have to mouse over them to see the URL to see if I’m going on to read more posts or going back to read the ones I’ve already seen.
I am the queen of delayed flights. My best was the time we were flying home from San Diego to Calgary via San Francisco.
Our flight in San Diego borded on time, was in line for take off, was in that engine raring phase of pre take off when we shut down and had to go back to the terminal. “A minor repair” the captain said.
It turned out to indeed be pretty minor. In no time at all we were ready to roll again. However, we were now at the back of the queue for take off.
Overall delay? Only 1.5 hours. Not a long time in the world of flight. However, our connecting flight in San Francisco was tight.
When we landed my 70 year old mother and I were near the back of the plane. There’s your biggest delay there, trying to get through the crowd that is deplaning. We had less than 20 minutes before our next flight left. Mom starts pushing her way through, much to the annoyance of the other passengers.
Someone finally say “Slow down and wait your turn” to which my mom start crying and says “our connecting flight is leaving any minute!!”
Out of nowhere, like in a movie, these two HUGE Marines go “We’ll get you there, ma’am!” and grab me and my mom by the arm and proceed to pull us through the plane and race us through the airport to our gate.
We made our flight. Barely. Thanks to the US Marines :)
I just got back from the camera store. I sent in my first roll of SLR film to be developed since 1983. I was expecting a lot of crappy shots; it’s basically like starting over again. I figured I’d look at the garbage, see what I did wrong, and move forward from here - it’s just my first roll, right?
However, I am quite pleased with the results!! They’re not awesome, but they’re not crap. YAY! It’s a happy day in my house, now I’m feeling braver to take more film shots when I’m out :)