Nikki FooFoo

Saying goodbye

2006-02-06T21:02:00.000-05:00

Guys, I just can't keep up with this anymore. I haven't updated in quite a while because things are so incredibly busy here. Love to you all, we're doing great!

Ho Ho HO!!!

2005-12-11T18:13:00.000-05:00

Santa came to our house. He came not on a sleigh, but on a big shiny red fire engine. He came up to the yard and asked the girls what they wanted for Christmas. Ginger wants to gawk at Santa and Robin wants a Dora's Talking Dollhouse, and yes, Santa will be bringing it to her. In fact, Santa had made it for her and Ginger to share before she even asked for it... So, GO SANTA GO!

The reason I bring this all up is to share a warm fuzzy moment. The night before last, we sat down as a family to watch The Polar Express. After we watched it, I remembered that Hallmark was selling "Santa's sleigh bell" and I wanted to get one for Robin. When I went yesterday, I found out they were completely sold out. So, I got the next best thing! They had a charm bracelet that had a bell on it AND a "Round trip ticket" to ride The Polar Express. So, knowing what a jewelry nut she is, I got the bracelet for her. Kyle and I knew we wanted to give it to her in a special way-- not "Here, look what I got you at the store". I just wasn't sure how to go about it. So, last night, when Santa came, I snuck back in the house and set the bracelet out on the coffee table, where she was sure to notice it. I went back outside to finish the Santa visit, and as he moved on to the next house, Robin turned to me and said "Mommy! I forgot to tell Santa that I believe in him!" Tears welled up in my eyes and I said "You know what, baby? Yell it really loud to him right now, and he'll hear you." So she did. She yelled at the top of her little lungs "Santa, I really really believe in yoooooou!!" I was so teary eyed because I knew what was about to happen. She walked in the door and sure enough, saw the bell bracelet on the table. She was so happy. I said "Robin! Santa heard you say you believe in him and he left you the first present of the year!" She danced around the rest of the night with her jingly bell bracelet, and I knew that we just created a very happy memory for her.

Christmas Party

2005-12-01T20:49:00.000-05:00

We're having a Christmas Party/ Birthday Party/ Cookie Competition mid December. We're judging on taste and presentation. I know I can't win the prizes, but darn it, I'm going to have the best tasting cookies and the best looking presentation. Here's what I picked up today for the party

How about that?

2005-12-01T19:52:00.000-05:00

I don't watch much TV, but today, something I saw in passing caught my attention. Ginger is in a stage where she loves to push buttons (literally and otherwise) so this morning she had turned on the TV and channel surfed. She stopped on a morning show and wandered away. As I went over to turn it off, I saw that the segment was on the winner of the show The Biggest Loser. The winner's name is Matt Hoover, and he lost 157 pounds. To show the viewers just how much 157 pounds is, the show had a tank full of 157 pounds of M&Ms (peanut, I think) right next to the couch this man was sitting on. While he was talking about how he fights temptation, all I could think was "That is so wrong. Might as well show his weight in quarter pounders or beer." People make me laugh.

The moral of the story is

2005-12-01T19:50:00.000-05:00

Any mother knows that when you have two young children, going to the bathroom is a luxury. A few mornings ago, I pampered myself by actually getting to go, but I made the mistake of brushing my teeth, which resulted in my being behind a closed door for about 3 minutes. 3. Whole. Minutes. When I came out, I found Ginger dunking our cordless phone into a cup of milk. *insert eyeroll here* So, now we need a new phone. Gah.

Tree Lighting ceremony on base:

2005-11-30T19:26:00.000-05:00

Robin, Ginger, and Maxwell

2005-11-30T14:55:00.000-05:00

Bad gravy?

2005-11-28T09:28:00.000-05:00

Caveat Emptor for anyone that runs across this and wears mascara-- I bought a L'Oreal Eyeball Shocker Mascara (or something along those lines) and it sucks. There are two steps: putting on some silver gunk so that it bulks up your lashes and then the actual mascara part, which is applied with a comb. (A comb? I should have known it would go sour when I saw the comb.) By the time I was done, I didn't know whether a tarantula was fighting it's way out of my head or if I was possessed by the ghost of Tammi Faye Bakker. It was bad.

The trip to Ohio was great, but I'm glad to be home. There's nothing like being in your own house. I really missed Beaufort.

I quit.

2005-11-10T09:36:00.000-05:00

I told the Boy Scout committee last night that I would not sign back on next year. I had decided that before the committee meeting, but what was said at the committee meeting sealed the deal for me. We actually had a fight. How ridiculous is that? A freakin' fight in my livingroom between a bunch of women. Ugh. My hands are up in the air waving anything white I can find. I'm not doing this for another year. I put up with a WHOLE lot of crap with absolutely no reward. Not that I was ever looking for reward, but there comes a point where you have to ask "Is this worth how much it takes out of me?"

It's not.

The interview...

2005-11-04T11:32:00.000-05:00

Some people have asked about the interview, so I'm gonna post a snippet of an email I sent out that explains everything (Tania, this will look familiar)

As far as the interview, remember way back at the beginning of the year when the chaplain at the chapel on base was asking me to step up into the Protestant Director of Religious Education position? It was just part time, but it would allow me to do most of my work from home. Well, that kinda fizzled out. I stopped getting calls from him about it and I eventually got tired of poking them with a stick to get my contract drawn up. The other day, I got a call from the new Chaplain that came in to fill the Chaplain I had been working with's position. He left for NC and she was sworn in and ready to go. She was calling because he had me down to be the prime candidate for the position. When she called, I was taken by surprize and hadn't had much time to think about it. She set up an interview the following morning at -get this- 7:30 am so that we could hash out the particulars. I spent the night thinking and talking to Kyle, and by 7 that morning, I had decided that I couldn't take the position. I would have done it back in February, when I was originally asked, and I probably would have done it mid Summer, but now? No way. Holidays are coming up and I don't need the money, so I'd rather just spend the time stress free with my family. We've got a lot of stuff going on next year and I just don't want to legally bind me to anything more. So, I didn't go out for the job.

2005-10-31T20:13:00.000-05:00

Newsflash!!

2005-10-31T15:01:00.000-05:00

I have a job interview tomorrow... How in the world did THIS happen?

Happy Halloween!!

2005-10-31T11:03:00.000-05:00

Foh-evah

2005-10-30T14:19:00.000-05:00

I forgot how badly the day after the time change draaaaaaaaaaaguhsuh...

Celebrate!

2005-10-30T11:34:00.000-05:00

Kyle got a 270 (out of 300) on his PFT yesterday!! WOOT WOOT! Guess who is going out to dinner tonight to celebrate?? WE ARE!! Woot woot!

(Did everyone remember to set their clocks back?)

Time on my hands

2005-10-29T10:39:00.000-05:00

Since I've recently found myself with a little time on my hands, I've been thinking about starting back up with my http://flylady.net thing. I have serious issues with some of her 'morals', but I can't deny the techniques work. Plus, it gives me something structured to do. We all know how Nikki loves structure!!

Trick or Treat

2005-10-27T17:32:00.000-05:00

Deja Vu

2005-10-26T19:42:00.000-05:00

Kyle lost another board. I wish they cared about what this does to us.

Name this Kitten!!

2005-10-17T18:46:00.000-05:00

Community Service

2005-10-17T13:43:00.000-05:00

Today's community service is walking around the neighborhood collecting acorns to feed our squirrel friends this winter. I figure that's better than just crunching them as we walk over them, right?

...and more tissues!!

2005-10-12T11:09:00.000-05:00

Still sick, here. The cold symptoms are breaking for Robin, but she still has a fever. Another missed day of school. Ginger is sneezing snot rockets as well. Not cool.

Send Tissues!!

2005-10-11T19:27:00.000-05:00

Both girls are sick. Robin is coming out of it, but Ginger is heading into it. Thank goodness Kyle and I are both doing ok so far. More update when I get out from under this mound of tissues!!

It's FALL It's FALL!!

2005-10-10T17:53:00.000-05:00

It's finally Fall! I'm so happy I could rake all of the leaves out of my yard... But I don't have any. Today has been cloudy and dreary and I LOVE IT! The air has had a bit of crispness to it. We went for a walk today and even though it was humid as all get out and I sweated buckets, it was fantastic. I want to be baking pumpkin bread!! I've been waiting the past two months for this and I'm so glad it's here. Now, let's hope it stays this way until "Winter" hits!

Girl Scouts GONE!

2005-10-05T14:42:00.000-05:00

Ahh... That is relief right there. The Girl Scouts are gone and I'm elated. So much crap. So many lies. If nothing else, I made a new friend through this all. She's a very nice person, and has the same idea as Misty and myself. Our daughters would benefit from an organized group learning, so we are going to meet and teach our girls together. WE ARE NOT HOLDING A GIRL SCOUT MEETING, just in case anyone wants to get that idea. We will just be teaching our daughters how to be ladies and productive members of society together. Well... as much as can be done with four year olds, anyway. Maybe next year we'll be able to start another Daisy troop together. We'll see. I've got a horrible RANCID taste in my mouth right now regarding GS.

If ONE good thing came out of it all, it was worth the trouble, right?

Effective tomorrow...

2005-10-03T23:57:00.000-05:00

No more stress. I mean it. I've learned my lesson. Volunteering is bad. Very not good, in fact. I belong at home or among my tried and true friends. I will raise my daughter in a good Christian home where I can assure that her influence and rolemodels are also good Christians themselves. I will not let a coward 'shape' my daughter.

Tomorrow... no more stress...

It takes all kinds...

2005-10-03T09:50:00.000-05:00

Stress stress stress. I knew I should have stopped volunteering outside of church. I thought for sure this would be easier because Robin was involved. *sigh* Well, now I'm "committed" to doing it and I'm not going to give up because it's gotten hard. I just wish people didn't have to make things so complicated. I'll have an update later to either elaborate or purge a bunch of negativity from my brain. What happened to the drama free life we've had this far?

2005-10-01T13:24:00.000-05:00

Does anyone besides Heather actually read this?

R & G

2005-09-11T20:06:00.000-05:00

It's a good time for this to stop now

2005-09-11T18:30:00.000-05:00

I think it's a very emotionally draining time for everyone right now. All over the internet, people are writing about feeling depressed, emotionally, irrational and not knowing exactly why. Stress is really pressing down on people, I think.

Today in church, the chaplain cried on three separate occasions. One was when Robin took the offering (I'll admit, I cried as well), one was while talking about a four month old he just held a funeral service for, and the last was during the sermon. When the man you look up to for stability is having such a hard time, it's disheartening.

And I, like a dork, forgot the camera this morning to get pictures of Robin taking the offering. She did fantastically, though. She had a huge grin on her face the entire time. She wasn't shy at all about it. She quietly and calmly did exactly what she was supposed to do. It was fantastic. From now on, I promise to get pictures.

And so it shall be

2005-09-11T08:00:00.000-05:00

Here is my resolution. Effective immediately, the internet will only be used for checking email, checking PMs and updating journals. If I have nothing to say, I will say nothing. If no one has anything to say to me, *pout!* I'll say nothing. This will drastically cut down on my time on the internet, which is a good thing. I'll just keep telling myself that. It's a good thing. It's a good thing...

I'm halfway done with Robin's scarf. Woot!

Ohio State played like crap at the end of last night's game. Way to go, fellas.

Off to the chapel today. Robin's trying to earn her "Girl Scout Sunday" patch today. Wish her luck. She's going to take the offering. Yay!

Le Sigh

2005-09-10T19:24:00.000-05:00

Have I mentioned that I don't like the amount of time we put into the Boy Scout troop? I'm not sure I did. I don't like it. Especially since we don't actually have sons. BUT, it makes my hubby happy. So, I just grin and bear it. : ( How's that grin for ya?

Still no Snickers.

We're not going to get Hurricane Ophelia. Although she does inspire me to read more Shakespeare. Hang on tight, North Carolina. And for the sake of Pete, no looting!

Have I also mentioned that we can't find a church here? Two years now and no decent church. It's aggravating. Right now in our marriage, we need a lot more God and a lot less 10 year old boys.

Still no Snickers

2005-09-06T18:51:00.000-05:00

Snickers still hasn't come home. Scotti is starting to cope a little better, so I'm wondering if we'd be better off having a one kitty family for a while. I'm still holding out for a small dog, I think.

My parents came down for the weekend and it was fantastic to see them. It's amazing how much a hug from your Daddy can change your demeanor. The weekend wasn't exactly stressful, but it wasn't the calm vacation I was hoping for. They've got to be convinced I'm a nutcase.

I decided to step back from the assistant position in the Daisy troop. I really don't want the responsibility. I've grown very accustomed to only being responsible for my children and myself. I'm not in a rush to really change that. Maybe after Kyle leaves next year I'll feel differently, but for now... I want things to stay as "the same" as possible. We'll see how it goes.

addendum:

2005-08-31T18:11:00.000-05:00

I can't believe I forgot. Our cat, Snickers, has been missing since Sunday night, when a neighbor let her out and didn't tell us. She's an inside cat, and at this point, I don't have a lot of hope for her return. We're all completely heartbroken over this. I loved Snickers very much.

Nuts!

2005-08-31T18:04:00.000-05:00

Things here have been crazy, again. Getting ourselves into a routine is taking longer than I expected. Nap times are all askew. Dinner is served when someone can battle their way into the kitchen. Appointments here, appointments there. No rest for the weary.

My heart is breaking right now for New Orleans. Not to sound insensitive to their problems, because, Lord knows, I feel for them-- But can you imagine the mess that their cemetaries have become? New Orleans is famous for their beautiful and old cemetaries. I shudder to think about what they'll find when the water drains off. Such a horrible thing to happen to such an amazing city.

Robin's First Day of School

2005-08-20T13:40:00.000-05:00

AS POSTED IN A MESSAGE BOARD
I'm assuming it was good, HAHAH! All we can get out her is that her teacher told her that her "playdoh is full". Other than that, she isn't talking. Tomorrow when I pick her up, I'm going to ask her teacher what they've done. I don't like not knowing!

**then later**

Ok, we have more news!! She played Hot Potato, had pretzles for a snack, and heard a story about a frog that missed the school bus. She also said they were going to play with playdoh, but "Somebody stepped on the green playdoh and got in trouble and had to go home." *shrug* Atleast that's more than we heard earlier today, LOL!

**later yet**

She got really sad a few minutes ago, and I asked her what was wrong. She said "There's no world in my class. There's no desks and no apple" and she wandered away. I think what she's trying to say is that it wasn't what she thought it was going to be. I think she got a certain idea in her head from watching other classroom settings on TV and was disappointed that that's not how her class went.
(no world = no globe)

**and last**

Ok, I got to talk to her teacher!! "The Playdoh is full" means that there were already the maximum amount of children at the table, so she had to wait her turn until today. The kid who got "sent home" for stepping in playdoh... Hahaha... that was part of the "Clean up your playdoh quickly if it hits the floor" schpiel. He didn't get sent home, he was AT home-- He was in the morning class!! It's so cute to listen to her talk about it and then find out later what REALLY happened. She had a much better day today. As soon as she came out the door, she said "I got to play with playdoh!!"

Can I breath now?

2005-08-17T19:29:00.000-05:00

Things here have been nuts, and sadly, I don't see them slowing down any time soon. For the first time in my life, I've got orientations and PTO meetings to attend. I've got Boy Scout round tables to attend, school supplies to buy, troop shopping to do, etcetera etcetera. I'm swamped in stuff, and while it's nice to be doing such productive things, it's sad, because I'm missing out on a lot. I've fallen behind in just about every internet group I'm a part of. Gah!

My hubby didn't make his promotion, but without going in to too many details, the decision is being contested by his 'bosses'. No one is pleased with the outcome except the guy who got promoted, HA!

I've abandoned all hope of learning to knit. I went into Walmart and immediately got overwhelmed by all of the stuff there. I don't even know enough about it to start learning! Looks like I'll be buying my scarf for my pea coat.

Tomorrow is my daughter's first day of pre-K. I'm so excited for her. I'll post pictures : D

An update of sorts

2005-08-13T10:00:00.000-05:00

Not much time to write, so this is the quick QUICK version of a lot of information--

Kyle did not make it for his promotion. It was not the most fair scoring, so his higher ups are contesting the decision. He still might walk out of this with a promotion yet.

Robin's 4th birthday party went really well. She had a great time, and THAT is the important part, right?

So now that all of that is out of the way, we can finally get back to normal and relax a little bit. Whew!

Links to party pictures

2005-08-13T09:57:00.000-05:00

The cake

The loot

GAH!

2005-08-10T09:15:00.000-05:00

Waiting. Waiting. Waiting...

I'm waiting for my loverly to return from his board today. I'm so nervous! I don't know how I've managed to keep my finger nails and toe nails and eyebrows. With every passing minute, I get more and more anxious. GAH! Two minutes has passed since the last time I looked at the clock. TWO WHOLE MINUTES!!

I don't think anyone on base deserves this more than he does right now. This is his third board. The other two, he lost by very small amounts. Please!! He needs to win this!! His morale has been so low from all of these hurdles he's had to jump. Even when he wins one, he's sad because of the uncertainty of the next. He's at the point where he doesn't want to be sent for any more boards (kinda like contests, but with bigger, yet smaller prizes). His command nominates him and if he declines, it looks poorly on him. So, he's stuck going as many times as they send him. They don't send him because he's a stellar Marine (he is, but that's beside the point), they send him because the rest of his crew sucks. No one else could make it past the first round. So, all in all, this is his fifth board, and each board has three rounds. You do the math. He's tired. He makes it all the way to the end just to be beaten by a few points. Heck, the person who beat him on his second promotion board had only been at the current rank for 3 months. Kyle has been it for two years now.

Anyhoo, I'm rambling in hopes of helping the time pass. Every car that drives past the house makes my heart fall out of my chest and bounce across the floor.

Wish him luck, please, everyone. He can do it on merit alone, but every little bit helps.

I took initiative...

2005-08-09T17:48:00.000-05:00

and spoiled myself, LOL!! I just bought these from the website on the right (Spoil Me). There really is no catch. It's exactly what it says it is. I have over 10 pieces from there now.

Silly me. I forgot to title this!!

2005-08-09T12:02:00.000-05:00

I have "16 Military Wives" by The Decemberists stuck in my head. Very catchy song, but I can't stomach the lyrics. It's very Anti-American. Dag the catchy tune.

Tomorrow is the last leg of my hubby's meritorious promotion board. Everyone, keep your fingers crossed.

We're in the homeward stretch before the birthday party on Thursday. I'm fighting the urge to get a pinata with every ounce of my being, but it would make Robin so happy. Do you know how ticked off parents would be at me for loading their kids up on cake, icecream AND candy?? Oh, the angry torch and pitchfork emails.

Speaking of emails-- Memo to Nikki- Email your mother in law and let her know the package came in!

I've gotten so much accomplished on my dress. I'd say I'm about halfway done. I cut it to a size 10, even though I'm an 11, but so far it looks like I don't have to run a buzillion miles to get in my dress. Woot!

Eh. I know I wanted to say more, but I don't remember what. Go figure.

How adorable will Bizju be in this??

2005-08-08T20:52:00.000-05:00

I don't question what God thinks of Marines

2005-08-07T18:35:00.000-05:00

Today, one of our squadrons came home from Iraq. Just minutes after the planes landed, there were not one, but TWO GIANT rainbows in the sky. They were the biggest, most vibrant, most breathtaking rainbows I have ever seen in my life. I wish I had a camera. Amazing.

And we'll all have a merry Giftmas

2005-08-07T11:51:00.000-05:00

I told Kyle that if I don't get anything else for Christmas this year, I want

THIS!!

For those of you who aren't into clicking links, it's a peacoat. I have wanted one for years but we've never gotten one. This year, that is all I want. My only disappointment is that it doesn't come in navy blue, which, to me, is the ONLY color of a true peacoat. I'll settle for black though. Now does it make sense why I want to knit a scarf? If I've got a cool scarf, I MUST have a cool peacoat to go with it! And then I need a really nice pin to put on the lapel.

See, I've already got it all figured out. Now, just to GET the coat!!

I've given up on trying to understand

2005-08-06T11:03:00.000-05:00

People never cease to amaze me. Sometimes I wonder if I'm the only person on Earth that takes people's feelings into account. My husband is systematically being phased out of the Boy Scout troop he built from the ground up. He sees it happening and is just shaking his head over it. There's nothing he can do, but my heart aches for him. He really had big goals for this troop, and it seems that as soon as he told them he was being deployed, they've pushed him to the side. But, you know. Whatcha gonna do?

Has anyone else noticed that every dang cartoon on TV right now has, in some way, incorporated Cree Summers' voice?

I feel grumpy today. It didn't start this way, it's just progressively getting worse.

I need a nap.

Two down, one to go.

2005-08-05T16:25:00.000-05:00

My loverly had a board today. It was for Meritorious promotion. If you're not familiar with military ranks and whatnot, lets just say this will move him from "honorary coffee maker" to "Lunch is on the new guy!". He would also get a nifty stripe down his pants, but I'm sure no one but me is impressed by that. So, this board business consists of three levels. Today he passed the second and Wednesday will be the third. If he wins this (that's a big if) he will get a raise in rank and paycheck.

It just so happenes that on Wednesday, my mother is flying in for a few days. She came down for my oldest daughter's birthday on the 11th and I can't begin to express how nice it will be to have her here. So far, with the news of the deployment and whatnot, --to put it plainly-- I need a hug. Not just a "Wow, that sucks for you guys" hug, but a "You know I love you, and you know I recognize your strength" hug. My mother was a military wife as well, and she had to see my dad leave many times. And she can sympathize with being away from your family. I'm across the country, but she was across the world. Atleast people here speak the same language as I do.

Sorta. I'm a wayward Yankee, and I'm having a little trouble catching on to some Southern lingo. Y'all.

I've had more than one person email in the past week asking if everything has been ok. My Imaginary Friends have been saying that I'm around less than usual. I feel bad, I truly do, because these are the same people that are going to keep me sane next year. I don't want to let our friendships fade. I just feel like I'm in a dream, and I can't quite wake up out of it. Everything goes by in a blur, and I don't want my memories of my loverly to be the same. I certainly don't want that for my children, either. They're both growing so fast, and I don't want to miss a second of it because I'm in a fog. Everything is so blended together, I have a hard time knowing if I'm coming or going anymore.

Ok... Moving on to not sad stuff-- I'm making my dress for the Ball in November. *gasp* That is way out of my area of expertise, as I've only sewn a few purses and a couple shirts (oh, and a dress, but it was a piece of cake). But a Ball gown?? Here's the other *gasp*er. After I cut out all of the fabric, I decided to scrap the pattern and do it myself. I'm crazy for doing it, and I'm certain that I'm going to sew the arm sticking out of the back and ruin it, but I just keep plodding along! I now have the entire front put together (go ahead. chuckle.) and I am surprized by how well this dress is turning out. Lord, please help me to not jack this up. I don't want to have to wear the same dress I did last year, but I can't afford a $200 ball gown!

Did I mention I finished that book? I did. It was alright. I still pray that Anne Rice stops writing, though. Each book is progressively getting worse. The next book on deck is "The Devil Wears Prada" by Lauren Weisberger. If anyone's read it, I'd love to hear some opinions on it.

Ok. I think that's enough rambling for one day.

HOWEVER!!

2005-08-04T10:18:00.000-05:00

I'm sitting here half listening to my husband talking to his mother. I don't eavesdrop on his conversations, but he's talking about something I'm very interested in. And it's info I haven't heard yet. You see, he's being deployed to The Sandbox next year (I can't say when or where exactly-- I mind my OPSEC) and she's understandably asking questions. He's telling her much more than he tells me, but I think I know why.

I'm the kind of military wife that sticks her fingers in her ears (and eyes) when it comes to war. I don't want to know. I don't want to know where the bad spots are, nor do I care to know how CLOSE he'll be to them. I don't want to know that 14 Marines were just killed. I don't want to know that the Dirka-Dirkastani rebels ("Team America" reference there), have regrouped and are uprising.

I. Don't. Want. To. Know.

So, I think he is unsure where the line is drawn in the sand (what a fitting cliche!). I think he holds information from me in hopes of not upsetting me. However...

(Longtime readers know that "Howevers" are a dangerous word in my writing. It usually is a prelude to a really long ramble.)

However, I'm doing surprizingly well with this impending deployment. I think the worst part of it is that he's still here. Ha, how bad does THAT sound? What I mean is that the waiting is killing me. (memo to Nikki- you are no longer allowed to say the word 'kill' or any form of it.) He can't come home until he leaves, if that makes sense. The quicker he leaves, the quicker he can come back. It's hard for me, as well, because I know he's excited to go. Aside from the health risks, it's an amazing opportunity. He's getting to travel the world! He'll be able to spend his free time focusing on himself rather than the family for a change. I'm a believer in the importance of "Getting To Know Me" time. I think people get too wrapped up in everyday life and they don't take the time to evaluate (and re-evaluate) WHO they are in contrast to WHAT they are.

But, I'm way off base, as I knew I would be back at "However". I'll save the rest for another day.

Counting has never been my strength

2005-08-03T15:15:00.000-05:00

I got the bug today to take pictures. I'm too poor to afford a nifty *cough-decent-cough* digital camera so that I can post my photographs right away, so no peeks till I get the film developed. I am starting the mourning process for my house, so I want to record it the only way I really know how. I want to capture what I see in each room for all time. God, I wish I had done that for all of our apartments, just so that I had something to remember them by. I guess I'll be starting here because it's the most meaningful place we've ever lived.

So, I took pictures today of the porches and the back yard. I set up my props/accessories/security objects and I went to it. I'm currently reading "Blood Canticle" by Anne Rice, so that was my book of choice, and a steaming cup of frothy coffee (froth compliments of Splenda). Even the kitty cats got in on the action. Well, action is kind of relative in regards to cats. What I mean is that they strategically fell asleep in places that insured their everlasting image on film.

Good kitties.

Like a dork, however, I got panicky at my 34th exposure, because I thought for sure I loaded the camera with 24 exp. film. I've been known, more than once, to put the film in, but not correctly load it, resulting in lots and lots of fantastic pictures on top of eachother in one spot. Yet, like a dork, I took out the film at the 34th exposure to find that I had, in fact, loaded it with 36. I didn't know whether to be relieved that my pictures were ok, or to flush my head down the toilet for not realizing that 36 comes after 34.

What's this shiny thing?

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I'll be honest with you, boys and girls. I'm way out of my element here, but I'm spreading my wings from "diary" sites. It's the blogging high life for me from here on out.

Just a warning-- I'm saving the good stuff for my memoirs.