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This post was written on what I think was a Saturday, but I know it was the 21st day in the month of January in the year of 2012.

I just told BigD that if I could learn how to mix chemicals that can change the color and shape of a person’s hair I should be able to learn how to take good pictures. I would think that learning how to use a new program would also fall into that category.

Apparently those concepts don’t apply to old brains.

But I am going to byGod keep trying.

I’ve recently downloaded a trial version of Lightroom, as I understand that it’s the bees knees for photographers.

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It makes my head hurt.

I don’t want to take pictures professionally. I don’t want to make money off my photography. I want to take nice photos for myself and my kids.

I guess this is one of those posts where I refer to my word of the year and say that I believe in myself and that I know I can do this.

Wait! There’s more! →

Without a Shield

This post was written on what I think was a Tuesday, but I know it was the 9th day in the month of February in the year of 2010.

Well, lookit it snow! I hate snow, I really do, but it’s pretty to look at out the window!

I am waiting for propagation on a couple of sites, so rather than actually do something productive in the meantime (oh, like folding the laundry … WHAT? I washed and dried it!), I am over here futzing around.

So! I have been productive this week. More or less. Aside from the laundry, I made a doctor’s appointment (you have no idea how sick I am of doctors), made a hair appointment and made a tattoo appointment.

Last week, after going over the results from the multitude of tests that I’ve had in the past six weeks, I made the -INFORMED – decision to pass on the one I was supposed to have two weeks ago. All previous tests indicate that whatever is wrong with me is not life-threatening, meaning I am in no danger of dying anytime soon, so I see no good reason to spend in excess of $1000 on the off chance they might find out what the hell is going on.

After speaking with my gastroenterologist’s NP (who, quite frankly, I like MUCH better than the doctor), we are going to start me on a gluten-free diet, which was one of the things they suspected. Three months, gluten free, we’ll see how the fuck THAT goes.

Oh, I did however find this out:

“Our beer is gluten free. Its primary ingredient is rice and the barley that is used in brewing is turned into amino acids during the brewing process and our scientists have been unable to detect any gluten.” ~a direct quote from Budweiser

So, nyah …

I also made an appt. with my GP to gauge the possibility of being prescribed a hypothyroid med; I’ve spoken to several people with similar symptoms who’ve benefited from the med even though there was no indication that they were actually hypothyridic. So we shall see what we shall see on that front.

I have felt like shit for so long that I wouldn’t know what feeling good actually felt like.

The haircut is because I suddenly have this stupid chunk of hair that will NOT stay out of my eyes – I feel like a horse with an unruly forelock.

And the tattoo – well, ya’ll will just have to wait and see.

I’m off, I have a hosting company to chew out.

Busy-Busy

This post was written on what I think was a Thursday, but I know it was the 26th day in the month of March in the year of 2009.

I’ve been busting my ass the past couple of weeks, not a second for fun (or anything else for that matter ).

Well, I have made time to read:

American Pie – Michael Lee West

Mermaids in the Basement – Michael Lee West

I have Consuming Passions on the nightstand, but I think I may be a bit overdosed on Ms West.

Trash – Dorothy Allison

Her Last Death – Susanna Sonnenberg

I don’t know what to think about this book, except that if this woman got her memoirs published, I better get my ass in gear. Granted, her childhood was weird, but honestly not very interesting. Or maybe it was just her bounce around style of writing.

20th Century Ghosts – Joe Hill

I actually have about 100 pages of this book left. I don’t want it to end. More PLEASE!

I am a couple of chapters away from finishing Son of a Witch by Gregory Maguire, with A Lion Among Men to folow.

I am not sure what to say about Son of a Witch. I SO loved Wicked; I still get all bamboozled trying to wrap my head around Maguire’s imaginative view of Oz.

SoaW?

::shrug::

I dunno.

I am swollen … I mean like middle of August, way-too-much-sodium, in-the-middle-of-my-period swollen.

Weird.

Randomness …

This post was written on what I think was a Wednesday, but I know it was the 4th day in the month of February in the year of 2009.

Actually, what this is gonna be is one great big, fucking bitchfest.

Hmmm … where to start.

Glasses, $357 – check. Fuck you Walmart.

My head hurts, my back hurts, my knees hurt, my wrists hurt, my fingers hurt – MY FUCKING ASS HURTS. I am well and over this feeling like shit deal.

I should die, already. Fuck me.

The dog? Fleas – uh, maybe, who the fuck knows? Spoiled or bladder infection? Who the fuck knows? I know that a vet appointment is in order. I’d like to finish the bitching first please, before I have to start hunting someone down to drive my stupid, useless ass and that of my poor dog to a vet. Fuck the dog and fuck the vet.

Which reminds me – get a fucking driver’s license already.

Get over being pissed at the county and the fat-ass cop who gave an old fucking woman a drunk driving ticket and our asshole friends who either a) get off with a warning even though it’s the bazillionth time they’ve been pulled over or b) can mange to drive after revocation without being terrified that they’ll get caught.

Just get the hell over it and get your fucking driver’s license back.

In the meantime, fuck the county, fuck Officer Fisher and fuck my wastrel, drunken friends.

Fuck the Internet, or Time Warner Cable or this useless fucking computer – whichever of the three are making it nearly impossible to get any work done today and yesterday.

Oh! My “best friend“!

Yeah, you. You said you’d take me to the eye doctor on Monday. I called you on Sunday to remind you – no answer. Let’s not forget the fucking interview you have at the salon where my sister works, where I put a good word in for you.

Yeah – fuck you.

The extensions have to go. I have enough pain without those fucking things pulling at my scalp.

Beside, who gives a ripping shit? I am old and no one cares what I look like, including my asshole of a husband who hasn’t laid a hand on me in three weeks and who can’t manage to say ten words to me when I call him on the phone.

Of course, he CAN manage to sit on the phone with my brother’s wife for a fucking half an hour on Friday night … whatever.

Fuck him, too.

And the extensions.

The only thing I don’t have to bitch about is my job.

Well, there’s something new and different.

I gotta go …

About Froze

This post was written on what I think was a Monday, but I know it was the 15th day in the month of December in the year of 2008.

No seriously, I am about froze to fucking death here!

I am considering getting on the fucking treadmill just to generate some heat.

How sad is that?

Feh …

I have been sick for so long that I don’t even remember how it feels to be well. I am sick of whining and pissing and moaning about being sick.

On a happier note (and thank God for that, I sure need one) tomorrow is the annual Birthday Celbration for TheBug. We go shopping all day, out to eat to Red Lobster and then to see a movie. This year’s choice – “Nothing Like the Holidays”

I really look forward to her birthday day – we have such a good time. Actually, I look forward to spending time with her all the time. She is such a damn treat to be around! I am a very lucky mother.

Well … unless you take our son into consideration. I love that kid, but he is on the last nerve around here.

I’m pretty sure that he blew the engine out of the car we “loaned” him so he would have a way back and forth to school.

Did I say school? Oh, yeah … nearly forgot – he’s not GOING to school anymore.

His dad is gonna blow a fucking nut.