My little model

I'll make this really quick, but I just wanted to share with you the first of a long line of photos that is soon to come now that I have the new flash. I wanted to get some practice with it, so I recruited the little princess, Anderson, to assist me. Turns how she's not a big fan of the flash, but I feel I accurately captured her personality in the very first photo I took of her as she was sitting in my kitchen. It's not great by any means, but it amuses me quite a bit. Here it is:

The colors are much more vibrant on my comp, but I crack up when I see this because I can just tell how disgusted she is with the whole situation. She seems to be saying "I hate you so much right now" Maybe not...but it wouldn't surprise me. Andie is definitely Jeremy's kitty, whether he likes to admit it or not. I'd also like to point out that she doesn't even look like the same cat if you compare this photo to the one of her on the right. What happened?

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Gotta love new toys

I'm absolutely thrilled because my flash arrived earlier than I expected. Love, love, love it! The only bad thing about it is that it's about the same size as my camera! It makes holding the camera a little more awkward, but I'm sure I'll get used to it. Get ready for a ton of new pics now that I'm completely equipped. Did I mention I love this thing? So excited! (I'm such a nerd. Shut up, Kari).

And I definitely have to mention this. I guess I don't really HAVE to, but I found it a little amusing. This morning on the way to work, I somehow ended up in a road rage sandwich. One of my biggest pet peeves are me-monsters who don't pay attention to the people around them, especially when they're navigating 4000+ lb vehicle. These two cars decided that they would ride at the exact same speed down the highway side by side. That annoys me already, but even more so is that the speed they decided to go was 50 mph. Ugh, just ugh. I'm not really sure where these people were going, but I have a 45 minute commute and I'd really rather not stretch it out any further than it needs to be. So, I'm riding behind this huge GMC SUV and this lady is obviously oblivious to the amount of traffic accumalating behind her. Directly behind me is a very impatient 18-wheeler. How do I know he was impatient, you ask? Well, he was about 12 feet (that's right, I measured) behind my bumper, and he begins to honk his horn. Not once, but several times. Does this phaze our me-monster GMC driver? Of course not because she's still ridin' that left lane like she's the only one there. So after about 10-15 minutes of this fun little escapade, the 18-wheeler is able to move over and pass in the right lane. And of course these two procede to exhibit their class by making obscene gestures and yelling at each other through open windows. Then he takes the high road and almost clips the front of her car as he cuts her off. Now...while I was slightly annoyed about the whole situation, I really couldn't be too mad because this whole scene was so amusing. But I couldn't help but think after it was all over that I should be the one getting pissed off. I mean, I'm stuck behind a retarded driver with tunnel vision and a tailgating big rig. Unlike these two, I really can't see myself flipping off another driver though. However, if they had caused me to wreck, you better believe both of them would feel the wrath of my red-headed temper.

And finally, here's my confession of the day: I'm a moron. Ok, it's a confession, not necessarily a surprise. While typing this blog in Safari, I "somehow" deleted the search bar. Yeah....i know. I didn't even know you could do that. The problem is that I can't get it to come back...lol. It's so sad. I had to resort to using FireFox because I can't type in a web address in Safari. I'm so stupid—Why, if I were lying face down on the floor, I wouldn't have sense enough to turn my head to breathe. (<----Bonus points if you knew where I got that from).

Anyway, enough rambling. I'm going to go get some dinner and prepare to watch Pitchmen tonight. I don't even know why I like this show.

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It is so Monday...

I think that if I was somehow closed off from the rest of society and had no means by which to tell time or dates, I would still physiologically be able to recognize when it was Monday. Is there anyone who actually likes Mondays? If so, you're weird. Sorry, it has to be said. Go seek some counseling. Monday's are horrific. I've been staring at the clock for the past three hours, but it seems like it's been 12. Today probably wouldn't have been nearly as bad if I had something to do. Things are so bad that I actually thought proofreading would help pass the time. Now I don't even have that to do. Now that you understand my dilemma, don't judge me for blogging at work. Haha!

So, last night I was making every attempt possible to become a criminal. Well, sort of. I was "technically" making back up copies of movies that I own, just to figure out the process. I was almost successful too! To pull a line from the first Pirates movie, I could quite possibly be the worst pirate someone's ever seen. For some reason it skipped over the last chapter of the movie that I was copying and it went straight to the credits. But being the technical nerd that I am (or at least some people think me to be), I have no doubt that I will perfect the process in the next couple of days, hopefully without having to purchase any additional software.

Speaking of purchases that I really don't really want to make, I finally broke down and bought a new flash for my camera. In case I forgot to post about it previously, the built-in flash got destroyed when I knocked my tripod over with my camera mounted on top of it. I almost cried....seriously. I've been making due without a flash for a while now, but I have a couple of things coming up in the future that make this purchase necessary. So, here it is:

Nothing fancy...well, except for the price. This little thing cost $469. Eventually it will pay for itself, but right now that price hurts a little bit; mostly because I start thinking about how many new items of clothing I could buy with that $469. Jeremy was really funny when I was asking about whether or not I should spend that much on a new flash. He just replied with, "I have no idea what you're talking about, so just buy it if you need it. Just don't ask me because the moment you start talking about megabytes or pixels, I zone out."

Now I'm going to shoot off in a completely different direction. I have a little brother named Derek.

Cutie, right? One thing I like to do with Derek is take him to different places that he might not otherwise get to go to. For instance, I took him to see the exhibit of the Dead Sea Scrolls when it came to Raleigh. We don't always get the chance to take a "bigger" trip like that though. But he loves to just be out somewhere with me, so I decided to take him to Greenville to do some shopping. We ended up just going to the mall because the weather was terrible. Unfortunately for him, the game room has closed down. That's the only thing he was really interested in doing. He's a sweetheart though and was content with just walking around with me while I did some shopping. While I was trying on clothes, he "pointed out" that I might not be as fit as I once was. I was wearing a tank top, which I thought looked pretty good, but apparently this is what he saw:

So, for those of you wondering what I'll be doing later, you can find me on the bowflex or the treadmill.

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