May 25, 2008
I’m very tired, and today’s shooting consisted solely of capturing special moments at my cousin’s bridal shower. I am so tired that I don’t particularly feel like putting on my editing hat and going through them to determine which one I’d like to post here, and then doing all the processing work to get it suitable for viewage.
May 24, 2008
So. I was thinking that I’ve been spending a lot of time lately in my digital darkroom, or DDR as my BIL christened it several years ago, and you all have no idea what that looks like. It’s not really a room so much as a cabinet, or armoire if you want to be hoity toity, stuffed in the corner of our family room.
May 23, 2008
Huh.
May 22, 2008
Took Zozer to the church picnic tonight, or “Carnival!” as she calls it. She was very excited to go, and M was excited because he was absolutely sure she was finally big enough to go on some kiddy rides. He’s eager to start training his next Roller Coaster Partner, since this one has grown wise as she ages and has determined that amusement park and carnival rides are brightly colored whirling death traps of evil and All That Is Bad and Disgusting.
May 21, 2008
It’s funny how I passed this pole/power line composition a gajillion times in the last 2.5+ years on the way to and from work, and didn’t see it until today.
May 20, 2008
Went to the recycling center in Kirkwood today, which is always one of my most favorite trips. Several reasons for that:
May 19, 2008
Because I am a huge idiot, I thought today would be the perfect day to start my hiking career.
May 18, 2008
Big party at our house today, which meant:
May 17, 2008
The other night as M and I sat diligently studying at our dining table, we heard a low, distant rumble. Gradually, steadily, it got closer and closer. Finally, we saw the source as it drove past our window.
The giant trucks that bring the carnival to our church every year have arrived!
May 16, 2008
Wahooooo! Statistics is over! We took our finals tonight and wound up with solid A’s (but of course). M’s A is ever so slightly more A-ish than mine, due to a last-minute rally on his part (i.e. better guessing on the second portion of the final). That’s highly disappointing to me, and I liken it to leading for 499 laps of the Indy 500 and then stalling out 10 feet from the finish line. M, of course, because he’s so supportive and loving, felt the need to point out that who leads for 499 laps isn’t important…it’s who leads at the finish line. Thanks, Sweetie. I really needed that clarification. He’s lucky he’s not digging his statistics textbook out of one of his orifaces.