My 7-year old daughter always has many burning questions and seriously, who doesn’t want to know this:
Mom is the Easter bunny like real?
Sure.
Ya but is he real? And…is he really a he? Or a she?
What do you think?
I think he’s a boy and I think it might just be some dude dressed up in a rabbit suit. I mean really, a giant rabbit going around with eggs and chocolate? Plus, rabbits poop ALOT. And I never see any rabbit poop in our house at Easter time.
True. Thank goodness for small miracles.
I think I’m going to write about this in my journal.
This post entry has no title. Why you ask? Well when I add a title, I get a bunch of jibberish at the top of my post where my title should be and I have no earthly idea what the hell to do, so I will not be titling posts until further notice. Are you okay with that? Good.
It’s 1:23 a.m. and I’m still awake - well duh, because I’m typing this. I’m not in the least bit tired unless you count holding my eyelids open with toothpicks and punching myself in the neck to keep from falling over, symptoms of being tired.
I had a lady call me today and ask me where her order was. I said I didn’t know and then she screamed at me, saying she was going to sue my ass off or some such silliness. I think she had the wrong number because I haven’t taken orders from crazy people in the last, say, oh EVER. We often get wrong numbers for some glass company, so I’ll assume that’s the place nutjob thought she was calling. I wish her luck in whatever she does. Seriously.
I honestly think I had better go to bed. My kids will be up early - they’re on March/spring break but have yet to realize that this would a perfect week to SLEEP IN. But yet, next week, I will literally have to drag their butts out of bed to get up for school. Why is this? When you figure out the answer let me know please.
Okay, I’m honestly going to bed. By bed I mean I’m going to edit more photos. And watch a movie. And eat candy.
Hey check out my new (and temporary) photography site here. I’ve been busy taking photos and only have about 500 to go through and edit - anyone have any spare hours they can lend me? The standard 24 isn’t enough, I need about 36 hours in a day. That’d be great. Thanks.
I love my cameras. I love taking pictures. I’ve been doing it for many years now and don’t plan to stop anytime soon.
Last week, my husband asked if he could borrow my smaller camera. I said sure. He doesn’t often take pictures but he wanted to go shoot some wildlife photos. Before he left, he had asked me to charge the battery. I put the battery in the charger and then headed out, telling him to call me if he needed help figuring out the camera.
He calls me a couple of hours later and asks me if the camera battery is charged. I tell him it should really charge for several hours but it should be good enough for the short time he’ll need it.
I get home later in the afternoon and see the battery for the camera - still in the charger. I start laughing, because duh, how is he supposed to take pics if the battery is missing? Well he can’t.
He and oldest son get home sometime after dark and when husband walks in, I start laughing and tell him I hope he didn’t see something fantastic that he took photos of because, ah, they won’t turn out. I show him the battery still in charger. He sorta laughs - kinda, not really. I ask him to bring my camera in from the truck but he had already locked it up and said he’d get it in the morning. No biggie.
A couple of days go by and I ask him to bring the camera in before he leaves for work. He goes out to his truck and comes back in a few minutes later - with no camera.
Where’s the camera?
I don’t know. That’s weird, I must have brought it in on Monday night.
Um, no you didn’t - I asked you when you came in to get it and you said it was locked in the truck.
Okay, I’ll check again. He checks again. No camera.
Okay, strange, but it’s not in my truck.
Not in your truck? OMG tell me you didn’t lose another camera? He’d lost my other camera last fall, somewhere in the great big wilderness of Alberta.
I can’t see me losing TWO cameras.
I hope not. That’s TWO cameras.
He arrives home after work and realizes that the camera is no where in his truck. At all.
I can’t find the camera.
You can’t find it? For real? Are you shitting me?
No I’m not kidding you.
Um, you lost ANOTHER camera? It’s practically brand new! AND, I had 10 videos of the kids and 100 photos on it!
I’ll get it.
You’ll get it? Where is it?
I must have left it out on Mark’s property, somewhere in the field.
Somewhere in the field? You mean the acres and acres of field?
Yes.
Oh well, that should be easy. My camera lying out in the wilderness. Wild animals eating it.
I don’t think the wild animals are going to eat your camera. And we have no snow and it’s going to be nice here for the next few days. I’ll go out on Saturday and get it.
You’re just going to “get it?”
Yup.
Okay.
Saturday rolls around and I decided I’m going with him. I mean I want to see him actually find it. I’m not believing it.
We drive out to the farm, which is an hour away. The owner is there and tells us to go through another gate, not the one that hubby normally goes through when he’s there. We drive down and then spend almost 2 hours driving through the massive field, husband trying to figure out where he was parked days ago. The field is free of snow, so the black camera bag will be easy to spot should we actually find it.
He’s convinced that he must have set it on the truck when he got back from his walk and then when he drove off, it had fallen and was lying in the field. After hours of looking, we head back down to the main yard. Hubby says he’s going to walk over to the gate he normally goes through - we couldn’t previously drive through there because the owner had brought his calves closer to the main yard, so it was gated off.
After a few minutes, I see my husband walking back to the SUV with my camera bag! OMG! It was there, in the bag, I was in shock - he actually found it. My heart is skipping a beat. Here’s a picture:
Isn’t it lovely? My heart soon stopped skipping and I pretty much had a stroke right there. My practically brand new camera, which was a replacement for the OTHER one that my husband lost. And the best part of all of this? Had he gone on Tuesday or Wednesday or Thursday or Friday to search for the camera, it would have most likely been just fine. But just our luck - the farmer had just let his cattle out through that gate Saturday morning. My poor camera hadn’t a chance - it was trampled by 85 700 pound calves. Moo.
Yes, he’s buying me a another new one. I’m going to stock up on disposable cameras for him. Say cheese.
Remember when Jimmy Kimmel’s girlfriend Sarah Silverman broke the news to him on his show that she was f*cking Matt Damon? If you don’t, you can see it HERE.
Well, Jimmy wasn’t going to sit back and let Sarah have her fun and leave him with nothing! So he’s plotted his revenge and it’s GOOD. Watch it HERE and be prepared to die - from laughing. Lots of celebrity guest appearances too, even Brad Pitt! Not for kids, but definately for adults with an awesome sense of humor.
Is it every day you can say you were hit in the head by a Calgary Flames player? The answer is no! However, I can totally say that. Cory Sarich hit me in the head (ah for non Flames fans, that is a photo of Iginla, because he’s hot my favourite). As for me being hit in the head by Sarich, read on:
We attended the Calgary Flames Skills Competetion back in January (yes I’m just now writing about it because I wanted to have pictures to show you and I had taken over 200 and just got them uploaded - hey I’ve been busy) and we were lucky enough to get seats directly behind where some of the team was sitting. There are different things going on during the Skills Competetion - obviously skill stuff, duh, but also things being thrown into the crowd, because let me tell you, that takes some talent.
There are T-shirts being thrown, chunks of ice, hockey sticks - naw, I’m kidding about the ice and sticks but they do throw other things besides shirts. As I’m sitting in my seat, minding my own business, taking some photos, I’m momentarily stunned by a sharp pain on the right side of my head and ear. I look over at my husband and oldest son, who I figured would be opening their mouths to ask me if I’m okay, because, clearly I was in pain. I do see them open their mouths but no words of sympathy come out. Instead my son is oviously quite thrilled.
Woo Hoo! Wow I can’t believe that!
What? What can’t you believe? I was hit in the head by something and man does it hurt.
Ya I know! Awesome eh?!
Awesome that I was hit in the head?
Ya!
Um, no not awesome. I think my ear is going to fall off.
Probably not but holy shit, that is awesome!
Why is it awesome? Explain to me how me in pain is awesome?
Duh, you got hit in the head with an autographed frisbee! Cory Sarich signed it and threw it and it hit you in the head and I caught it! Ya!
Well then, never mind my bleeding wounded half falling off ear, just as long as you got an autographed frisbee. Glad my ear and head could help.
Woo Hoo!
Ya, woo hoo.
Anyway, got some decent photos - I still had the glass to attend with but it was cool being that up-close. My favourite player is Iggy and a close second (my oldest son’s fav) is Dion Phaneuf. Here are a few pics and there’s more HERE.
…I’m apparently a liar because I got nothin’. Wait, I found this video - it’s a great lesson in learning the language of whatever country you’re in. I absolutely laughed my ass off. Definately not safe for young ears:
I decided, just for shits and giggles, to see who searched what to get to my blog. I, of course, get the usual “poop” searches. I’m not sure that’s exactly a good thing. A couple of searches did concern me though:
One (or rather several) search string was “dog tampons.” Please dog lovers/owners, tell me that there are not doggie tampons. I was way too scared to click any of the links. I’ve never in my life heard of such a thing. Who inserts them? Who takes them out? Wait - why am I asking these questions? Surely there is no such product as DOG TAMPONS. Right? *Shudder*
Another search string was concerning, but honestly, it really should concern the person typing it on Google. It was really, ah, perhaps the person should seek MEDICAL attention instead of sitting at their computer. They typed in “why is brown stuff leaking from my vagina.” I haven’t the foggiest idea and what’s even more puzzling is how they arrived here. I don’t even want to know. Seriously though, the words “leaking” and “vagina” in the same sentence is never good.
Speaking of vagina’s - no kidding, I have no more vajayjay talk. Well I mean I could but let’s save that for another day. Oh wait, Britney flashed her cooter again. Seriously, who forgets underwear that many times? How do I know this? I wrote about it for work. Sweet eh? Writing about Britney’s crotch helps me pay for things. Wow that sounds super creepy when I write it out like that. Sooo….anyone watch American Idol? What about Survivor? No, I’m not recapping, I was just asking.
Anyway, if anyone with a dog would kindly let me know if there really is such thing as dog tampons, that’d be great. I’m not sure why I feel the need to know but it’s one less mystery I have to worry about. I’m totally praying that there isn’t.
Okay listen, I’ve been lazy busy, so I put up a couple of videos for your entertainment. Hey, at least I was thinking of you. What have you done for me today? Yup, just what I thought.
I was busy working, painting, working some more, talking on the phone, painting, yawning, eating a bowl of icecream, working, and sleeping all day. That’s alot. I’ll probably have quite a bit more to say tomorrow since it’s Friday. You know what Friday means right? It means I’ll have more to say. Duh. Gotta S.P.E.L.L. it all out for you. I’m thoughtful like that.
Oh Survivor is on tonight and AI. Two shows were people get the boot for sucking! My kinda show.
