I was just thinking about those pictures of Britney’s crotch as she’s getting out of Paris Hilton’s car. (I have no idea why I was thinking about that)
If I was given confirmation that anyone’s private parts were touching my car seats without any clothing between their pooter and my car, I’d rush right out and get my car steam cleaned.
But that’s just me. Maybe Paris likes it that way.
Mental note: If hell freezes over and I’m offered a ride in Paris Hilton’s car, turn it down!
I was a bridesmaid in a wedding in Santa Cruz, California. The wedding was beautiful. My friends who were getting married looked so happy. It was on a cliff overlooking the ocean. The thing I love about these friends who got married, though, was that even though it was a traditional wedding, they threw in unusual elements to emphasize that they are not ordinary people. The wedding had an underwater theme and all us bridesmaids were supposed to be mermaids.
There were so many photos from the event but the only one I’m going to share here is this one of a whale skeleton:
All of us bridesmaids had to walk along a path past this whale skeleton on our way up the aisle for the ceremony. If that doesn’t emphasize the underwater theme, I don’t know what will.
I was able to take a bunch of photos of my grandma’s house while I there for her funeral. I’m so glad because all her things are being sold off and her house will no longer be My Grandma’s House. At least this way I will be able to remember it as it was, even down to the details.
How is it that will all the spam control crap I have loaded into my blog I still have to delete 30-40 spam comments every time I check my blog?
Last time I saw my grandma was over Christmas. She kept saying that this would be her last holiday before she died. We all told her she was being silly. At 92, she was in better health than some people half her age. Turns out she was right.
One week ago my grandma was alive and well. She had some chest congestion that she was going to go to the doctor for on Monday. She was still living in the house she raised her kids in, still driving herself around. One week ago I went to work, hung out with friends, and was starting to consider the idea of visiting my grandma in Cleveland sometime over the summer. Fast forward one week and all of a sudden I’m flying to Cleveland to go to her funeral. It happened that fast.
Monday she was admitted to the hospital. Tuesday my dad got to Cleveland to spend the night with her. Wednesday morning she was gone. Friday I’m flying to Cleveland. Saturday we bury her. Monday I fly back home to resume my regular work schedule exactly one week after it all started.
I am fully aware that she lived a long, full life and that we should all be lucky enough to live as long as she did in as good condition as she did. I know it was her time and she went relatively swiftly with her sons by her side. I am also aware that she was probably ready to go. Better now than before her quality of life faded. All in all, not a bad way to go.
The part of me that is the most sad is the selfish part of me. Her house and belongings will be sold and all I’ll have left are my fond childhood memories of visiting her in her house that was like stepping back in time to the 40’s or 50’s. She always baked muffins for me when I came to visit and made cream of wheat for me every morning for breakfast while I was there. She always asserted her opinion that sounded like a quote from a 1950’s women’s magazine. She was so proper, such a lady. She’s gone and all I can think about is how it will affect my life, my memories.
I’ve gotten mixed reactions from friends and co-workers about all this. They have ranged from being deeply sorry for my loss all the way to “that’s life, learn to accpet it”. I know this is life but it’s still a loss I have to deal with. Time will heal all wounds. Right now it’s so fresh.
My grandma died yesterday. She was 93 years old and was a strong, loving lady right up until the end. I know she lived a long, full life but I can’t help but feel loss.
One of the reasons I’ve wanted to get into photography is because of an amazing photographer I met when I first moved to Las Vegas. He specializes in night photography and his photos are amazing. Now that I have a decent camera I can work towards becoming half the photographer he is.
Here is one of my first attempts at a long exposure shot taken from the balcony of my apartment. It was a full moon but a really cloudy night. Not too shabby but definitely room for improvement.
Cheesy title, I know.
So I did it the right way and went out and bought Reason so I can work on music again. Did you read that? I bought it. I paid money for it. I did not pirate it. So I should have been able to install it on my computer, enter my registration information and get on with my life, right? Wrong.
Instead I had to log onto Propellerhead’s website and create an account. Then I had to wait for a confirmation email so I could proceed. Then when I tried to register my product I was told that someone else had already used that registration code and I should contact customer service to get it sorted out. And that’s where I’m left until someone on their end gets around to fixing the problem. So basically I paid money to install a program that won’t let me past the welcome screen.
If I had pirated it I would already be working on music again.
Look, I know that piracy is a really big issue. Whether you’re for or against organizations like the RIAA, it’s pretty undeniable that some people are truly being hurt by the rampant piracy that goes on. I agree that steps need to be taken to guard against piracy. Really I do. But requiring a registration process like what I’m dealing with now is just going to alienate the good guys who do it the legal way and pay for the software. Besides, even with this whole process that’s supposed to suppress piracy, people are still finding ways around it and nothing is changing.
I’m glad I paid for the software. It’s a quality product and I’m happy to pay for it so they’ll continue putting out quality products. Or at least I’d like to think it’s a quality product. I wouldn’t know at this point because I can’t use it. I’ll let you know what I think about it when I can actually make it past the welcome screen.
It’s been hitting 80 degrees here lately. While it’s really nice right now, it’s also a sign of things to come. I’m not ready for that all-encompassing, knock-you-over heat that summer brings in the desert.
Where was the frost this year? Where was the sight of my breath when I exhaled? I feel like I got gypped out of a season and I’m not very happy about it.
Get over yourself and grow up.
Thanks.