Is this not the weirdest picture you've ever seen or what? It's a picture of my lace top and then turned into Sepia with vignetting during editing. At the bottom of the photo it seriously looks like one of those watch-ma-callits when they rub the goo on the belly and do that thing with the wand and it shows the baby on the screen. What the heck is that called? A hologram, sonogram, babygram...I'm drawing a blank. Anyways, It's creepy.
Sunday, January 9, 2011
When it comes to pictures I take, take and take.
Justin has had to sacrifice a lot of hearty discussions due to my selfish needs to take a picture at any given moment. God bless your heart.
"Wait hun, what were you talking about now? Turn left a little, oh good. You did what with who? huh? Say that again". Discussion over. "Pleaasseee I am listening now, I promise". Discussion back on. He's a chatter box and will talk to any ear that listens. It's cute.
Oh yeah, I am also great at ruining intimate moment's. Call me if you ever need help destroying your love life : )
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Today feels like Christmas! But here, let me tell you a story in which Justin and I were instilled with wisdom from either a) God or b) a Spy.
For three hours Justin and I sat by the window staring out like children waiting for daddy to come home from work except we were waiting for the postman. I hope he's not my daddy...there's always that chance, ya know? Anyways, we were waiting for The Check. The Mother Check of all checks in the land of Earth.
We watched many a mail truck pass by, one stopped right next door to our apartment, a few drove by and then another mail truck stopped on the other side of our apartment. We checked the mailbox at least ten times to ensure that we hadn't missed him. During this time we had been conjuring up all of the yummy things we hadn't been able to eat in a while due to our tight budget. Italian, NO Indian, NO Thai Food! We became saddened that it was 5:00pm and Mr. Postman still did not make an appearance so we decided to close up shop and head to.....Mcdonalds. I had exactly 5 dollars left to my name so that's where we went...oh yeah and Justin had five dollars so he put that into the truck since we were on empty. So then something strange happened. We started the truck and it still said empty and the dial didn't budge, that's never happened before. So we skipped (sadly) on over to Mcdonalds. We ate our food, moseyed on home AND LO AND BEHOLD there was another mail truck. It was our beautiful, handsome, most beloved postman! We ran, or rather jumped, skipped, screamed our way to the mailbox and there was our check. Holy of holiest checks. We now had our money.
But then we both realized how ironic it was that before we had this money DURING WHICH we had no money AT ALL that we had already decided to spend it on dining out and all of these things that we didn't need.
In a way, I feel like GOD the SPY was playing a trick on us. We waited all day for this check. The mailman had never been this late before and never have I seen so many mail trucks in front of our eyes and not a single one of them be ours. Making us worry that we still had an empty tank, making us eat at cheap ol' Mcdonalds rather than the feast we had planned. We decided to reconsider most of the extravagant things we wanted with this money. We shouldn't let this money slip through our fingers so quickly. We will need it for a rainy day.
One thing I was able to buy today was a new lens. My only good lens broke a few weeks ago and I was in desperate need of something and I was able to buy a used, in brand new condition, 50mm 1.4 lens, and let me tell you, the bokeh and depth of field is amazing, I couldn't be happier with a lens.
Feast your eyes. Bokeh and Justin eating Bokeh.
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Any day now my left-over loan money should arrive.
We value this time of year because it's the only time that we can get caught up on bills, get our dogs needs taken care of, get our own medical needs taken care and anything else that we need.
It's sad to open up the mail box and see it empty.
Tomorrow. I bet it will be here tomorrow!
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
This felt heart ornament is the first vintage object my mom bought me when she found out I was into old stuff. However, when I received this I thought that maybe she had robbed a kindergartener of their craft supplies and went to town in an effort to whip up a quick gift. Surprisingly enough it has become one of my favorite objects in our home. And it is vintage! The tag says so. 1930!
Monday, January 3, 2011
I tried to write something deep to go along with the photo that I took today, but it's not coming into fruition too well. I suppose you could correlate the life of these leaves clinging so desperately to the tree during this blistery winter to those of us clinging to our lives.
My uncle passed away so suddenly this morning of a massive heart attack. No warning, whatsoever, I guess that's how it goes with those things.
His wife was with him, and his only son, and my mom arrived shortly before he passed. He said it was his time to go and he went. Goes to show how quickly the man who makes us can take us away with out a moments notice.
I think that just as important as it is to cling to life, it's even more important to decide what death is like. I believe that in some cases you can choose to stay and accept the challenges you may face or go, and going will have it's outcome and challenges as well. Even though I have learned that death is just a step in an eternal spectrum I am still quite fearful of the day I am called home. I fear of leaving my loved one's behind. I fear that they won't understand and may blame themselves or God. I don't want to die because I don't want to be missed. The death of a loved one is the biggest heartbreak and I'd hate to break hearts. I hope they will understand.
A few years ago Uncle Larry had a heart attack, received a stint and recovered. He was able to see his son get married a few months ago and spend a little bit more time on this Earth. That's a blessing.
When I found out that Uncle Larry passed away, it took me a moment to take it in...I took it like a champ. The I got to work, a co-worker noticed that I was flustered and asked if everything was okay, I snapped "things are fine, I just want to eat my McDonalds". The she asked again "are you sure you're fine, you don't look fine" Then I started crying...and choking on my cheeseburger "Jusssst let me eat-eat-eat my ch-ch-cheeseburger". And I had a good cry and a good hug from my co-worker. I mostly feel rotten for how my family members must be feeling, I wish I was there to hug them and tell them that it'll be alright, I hope they already know that. He's in paradise.