Undecided

I couldn't decide which picture I wanted to put up so I put up 2. This is my Aunt's dog Sookie. (I think that's how she spells it) This dog makes me laugh just to look at her. When I drive into the driveway she starts barking. I have to give her credit, she tries really really hard to be frightening. It doesn't work, but she tries. When she barks, she puts her all into it and her two from paws come off the ground.



This is a picture of a client I photographed shortly before Christmas this year. I like how it turned out. It's a bit cliché I suppose, but I liked it none-the-less.

Soo, what else is new? Yes, Ultra Toast, moving IS stressful but thanks for the thoughts. I also read somewhere that it's the second most stressful thing you can do. I think I read it in a magazine at the dentist's office not too long ago. It offered no comfort whatsoever, the infected wisdom tooth didn't help either. It did however, leave me wondering (for what seems like forever now) what is THE most stressful thing you can do? It never said.

OH YA, my wisdom teeth are coming out this August. I gave them a fair chance since I was 17 when I first learned that they were growing in and should be removed. I let them work their magic for the past 17 years in hopes that they would indeed make me wiser. After a trial by their peers, that being the rest of my teeth and quite a few nerves in my jaw were screaming in pain, it's been decided that they have failed in their task and are hereby sentenced to death by removal... There will be no appeals.

Sooo the closet thing. It's still a struggle, although I rid myself of quite a few things this past weekend. Do you know I had 8 black dresses, 6 of which I have never worn? Yes, I did. How the hell does this happen? Needless to say, I tossed all of them save for 4. I assure you, they were all quite different save for the colour. I've decided to make this simpler, that I would pick an article of clothing and sort through that particular type of article and clean it out and then moving onto the next one, instead of tackling the whole closet at once which is entirely too daunting. So, on Friday, it was dresses, this week, it'll be pants. Next week, shirts, and so on...

It's nice out, and so thoughts of summer plans and outings involving the beach are being planned and discussed. I have a love hate feeling for the beach.

Love it cuz: the sun, the warmth, the smell, the sights (more than just the sand dunes ladies, you know what I"m talking about) Frisbee, swimming, bonfires, marshmellows, sandcastles, and the list goes on.

I hate it cuz: bathing suits.

It's funny how this one thing can totally trump all those other great things. It would be fine if I had a body that could carry a sweet looking 2 piece, but alas, it will never be. I am fit, yes, I work out, yes, but I do not have the mid section of someone that should be wearing any sort of bathing suit thanks to a rather large baby and a middle that was unable to reset itself once said baby was removed. Even now, that said baby is 13 years old, the middle is still and never will be anything that anyone should ever see in a public place. Bless B+ for not caring about this. It's hard though, that even though B+ doesn't care, I do, and it's especially de-moralizing when we hang out with his friends during the summer as it always involves beaches or sailboats and girls in bikini's. SIGH! I think I'll just get myself a wet suit to wear at the beach this summer.

anyhoo, enough babbling, take care all of you..later gaters

Allo dahlings

I really haven't got anything important to say. Just here to ramble. I'm currently in the process of attempting to pack up my life to move over to B+'s house. This...is daunting. Not only am I attempting to pack my whole life into boxes but shrink it considerably as there's really no place for me to put stuff. B+ says he's moved some of his clothes around in his closet to make room for mine, but seriously, I need the WHOLE closet, and that's assuming I can slim down what I have already.

I have internet at my desk now. No more firewall. WOW, it's great! My productivity has dropped at least 57%. Which is ironic cuz I've been saying for years I need the internet to do my job effectively or is it affectively?

I need to lose 7 lbs to get into my summer clothes and not feel like a total cow. I realize 7 lbs does not a cow make, but I feel gross. I'm trying the points system from Weight Watchers. I'm starving to DEATH! How can one survive on 20 points a day? I usually eat 3 times that amount. It's only day two and I'm near faint with hunger...arg!

B+ is away this weekend in Halifax visiting his friends and having a 4 day "boys weekend" I wish not to know what they are up to, but only that he is having a good time and comes back to me safe and sound and happy to see me. But jeez, I hate sleeping alone. I miss his presence at night the most.

Well, it's Friday afternoon, and I"m soo outta heya. I'll probably update this post later this weekend with more info or stories. Later peeps!

In a series of unfortunate events...

Did I fail to mention that I attempted surfing while in Australia? I may have. I should clarify that I actually failed at surfing. I usually wont give up on a sport or activity until I have tried it at least three times to ensure that I really am ready to give up on it. My "three tries" rule also applies to food, restaurants, outfits, and yes, even dating. If after three tries, something fails to entertain me, entice my taste buds, provide good service, feel good in, or feel good about, I will call it a draw and move on. I'm not entirely sure if I feel it necessary to continue with my "three tries" deal with surfing as I feel the experience was something akin to being rung about in the heavy duty spin cycle of your washing machine. This is how it went...

Step one: look upon the water with anticipation of a grand ol' time.



Step 2: paddle out with total confidence in skills and determination.



Step 3: Come flying into shore at moch 4 with no hope for survival, all the while screaming like a little girl as salt water flies in your face and there's no hope in God's green earth that you'll even be able to get your scared out of your mind ass off the board into a standing position, cuz let's face it, you're not entirely CRAZY !! note how the instructor with the hat looks on in amazement at my complete lack of skill and class.



Step 4: thank the all mighty Beach God's that you're still alive and pray that you never have to experience such horror again.




Now I'd like to mention now that B+ did just fine...



Show off!

Also, while it doesn't look all that threatening...the waves that is, and B+ certainly makes it look as if it's nothing to do this, like riding a bicycle or eating a delicious pastry, something you do once, you never forget, it was a lot different while you're out there. I realize these waves hardly compare to waves in northern Aus, or Hawaii say, but to me, they were mammoth. There's nothing like a giant wall of water coming at you to say "hey, STUPID, what the FUCK are you doing in my way". Of course, once I figured out that one should attack the waves straight on and not cower in fear while holding your board up in a protective stance to guard yourself from said wave, it was marginally less freighting...and painful.

I may try it again....I may not. It remains to be seen as I can still taste the salt water that went up my nose and down the back of my throat to remind myself of the "incident".