Storage Capacity?! ppffftt

Here are some shot I’ve uploaded to be processed (eventually… half way there…)

Hey, so is it easier if I describe photos above or below?
I’ll post explanations above said photos this time and you let me know how you like it.

Here we have a shot from the 4th.
I do not quite understand why I like this photo, but I totally do.
Seriously, everything is out of focus! (note: I did start reading the manual and I now know how to correct this minor issue. Hooray!)

And while not pretty, this shows the insane training that the B has…
She doesn’t have a perimeter collar on (Aunt Elsie needs that on all the time) and her ball rolled out into the street.

"Go gets naw?"

Okay, and so, thought the reading of the manual, I NOW know how to make this photo crisper, though it’s not bad for something really heavy and not setting up and excuses excuses excuses.

Japanse Garden at the Buffalo Historical Society

Oh, and here’s The Demise of the BiValve

The Demise of the BiValve

And the thunderous clouds rolling over the Lake/River on my b-day

Right, so, those are the gems thus far…
Hopefully with some more practice and manual reading, my photos will look as good blown up as they do on the display.
(note to self: not the same)
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Now playing: Starkillers – Discoteka (Kobbe & Austin Leeds Mix)
via FoxyTunes

The swooning…. oh, the swooning

Oh, Canon Rebel T1i, how do I love thee?
Well, except that I am single-handedly responsible for dragging down the bandwidth speed in Western New York…

So, in already having close to 500 photos taken (shutterbug much?) I decided that I really should get some processing done.
With all of the on-line photo developers, who can you trust? I’ve been using snapfish with great success, though I know of person who had her photobook come out terribly grainy.
But then there’s York and Clark and various pharmacies and megastores and goodness, my head is spinning!!!
Well, when in Rome… (”yes?”, “Do as the Romans do…”, “Oh, how clever!”) so I’ve got 50 prints for 50 cents coming from snapfish and York and Clark have started me with 30 free prints at the gate…

Now, to find discount acid-free archival photo frames and books…

Happy as a

The Day Of/After

As expected, I was pretty much a basketcase yesterday.
After many many many fits of crying* in the airport, I turned away and left my VIPs to fend for themselves in the terminal.
Crying still, I made it to YOT, out of the parking ramp/lot and when I caught a glimpse of myself, teh sads was visible; swollen and splotchy.
Back at work, I was quiet (though I did break out the Rebel on my walk in). After work found me trying to drown my woes in retail (result: meh.).
At home, I had dinner, did two loads of laundry, replaced all bedding, removed beard stubble from the tub, read 3/4 of The Jungle (don’t give it away, Ona just died, which I saw coming a mile away), took a shower and went to bed.

This morning I feel better, but hollow.
A belly full of pills should change that (mind you, they’re B-12, D and Zoloft… cripes, I’m not THAT distressed) and perhaps curtail the dreams of blowing glass vases in a sporting goods store inwhich I am trying to find sneakers for my upcoming trip to Vegas where I am staying in a hotel which has an hourly rate.

P.S.
I’m pretty sure I broke 1, if not 2, toes playing Bocce Ball. Stephanie=Clumsy. ow ow ow…

* Ah, see, the VIPs and I only see each other every couple of years due to the time/cost of cross-county travel.

teh sads. I has it.

*sniffle*

Yesterday work flew by and I knew why.
Dinner was fun but was too quick and I knew why.
Before I knew it, we had finished our pints and I knew why.
Volleyball started at 10 and was over before it started and I knew why.
Mighty Taco was devoured in record time and before I knew it, it was time to get up.
The bad coffee didn’t stop the cogs.
I soaked a tissue.

WHY WHY WHY does it hurt so when people leave?

Vacation?

While I’m trying to scrape together all of the who-what-where-when-and-why of the past week and a half-ish (and trying to compress photos so they load…) I am curious about YOUR return from vacation?

What are some outlandish things people ask you?
Any stories of being eaten by bears?
Does the weather REALLY effect your time off?
Do you wonder why you bothered taking vacation at all, seeing as when you come back it just seems like there is 200% more to do?
What do you do to relax after vacation?

For the record, here are some nuggets:

• “So, the weather was pretty shitty that week you had off…” (reply: “Didn’t damper my plans!”)
  
• Have sustained an injury almost everyday since my birthday. The two best: Having a pile of pointy chairs fall into my back and breaking toe(s) on Bocce balls. What can I say, I’m a klutz.
• “Did you go anywhere?” Why do people always think that you go someplace exotic when you go on vacation and then seem disappointed when you stayed local?
• Took a walking tour of the 1901 Pan-American Exposition Site.
• Lost money, but had fun, at Fallsview Casino (Canada) and Raceway Gaming (USA)

Tonight is the last night that I’ll have the VIPs around (*sniffle*) so we’re going out for sushi/sashimi/hibatchi!

Wordless Wednesday

(in my defense, I am still working out the 5″W”s of the new camera… oh sure, I COULD read the manual…)

Guessing Game

Hint: Swoon!!!

This IS My Happy Face

VIP’s were supposed to be here… um, yeah, almost 12 hours ago.
They called last night to say that the flight from Minneapolis had been CANCELED due to SOMETHING WRONG WITH THE PLANE.
With the storms, they weren’t able to get a flight out last night.
So, this morning, they were ready to leave at 750 (CST). They called to let me know that there was now an oil leak and this flight was going to be delayed, thus, they would miss their additional connecting flight.
OOOOhhhhkkkayyyyy.
Well, NOW, they’re catching ANOTHER plane and perhaps this one will make it here by 3pm.

They were supposed to get in last night at 10.

Okay, seriously, I want them here, but I also do not want them dead.

At least Male VIP takes it with a grain of salt… “The acronym for this airline must be ‘Nonsensical Wayward Answers’ or ‘Never Will Again’.”
Meanwhile, I can visualize Female VIP stomping her foot in the terminal and crying in frustration.
Yup, don’t know where I get it from..

Best Laid Plans

First and foremost, I am in such a good mood (right now).

Last night, armed with my last last-minute-list, I headed to Wegmans.
Not at all off topic, but for those of you who aren’t familiar with Facebook, there’s an application called “Pick Five” in which you’re given a category and well, I think it explains itself.
A while ago, I posted this Pick Five:

(Peanut butter, disposable razors, a basket of kittens, lighters and Lucky Charms)

Right, so, where was I…
When the time came to load up the belt with my purchases, I realized that my order must have made me look like I was preparing for one hell of a good time.
18 pack of MGD64 (for female VIP), 12 pack of Miller High Life (for Steve), 12 pack of Saranac Summer Pack (for me), Mt. Dew Code Red (for Male VIP), Vitamin Water, fruit flavored seltzer water, black tea, milk, 12 rolls of 2-ply toilet paper (for Steve), 3 rolls of 1-ply TP (for me), shaving cream and a Lean Cuisine.

Party up in here!

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thirty, divided by three equals?

Well, things went well last night.
There wasn’t a catfight, much to the sadness of my readers, I know…

Instead… over dinner
SMS: So, what do you want for your birthday?
me: Well, are we starting from scratch or have you started shopping?
SMS: Let’s say we’re starting from scratch.
me: OH! A Bike!
SMS: A bike?
me: Yeah, I think I would like a bike.
SMS: I was going to get you a bike, but I didn’t know what kind you wanted. Okay, we can head to Dick’s.*
me: SWEET!
SMS: Let’s say we’re NOT starting from scratch…
me: Um, well, a summer comforter for the bed, some clothes, maybe some kitchen gadget, a make-up consultation.
SMS: Ummmm hmmmmm.

While at Dick’s, the sales guy asks me what kind of riding I do.
It is then that it occurs me me that my last bike was a Huffy. Not that there’s anything wrong with the fine products from  Huffy, but I’m pretty sure that I pedaled backward to stop.
A couple of very wobbly trips around the store (”Look out! Bike rider in heels! Coming through!”), we agree upon the DiamondBack Vital 2.

What? No streamers, racoon tails, basket or cards in the spokes?

We end up having to go tot the other end of the mall and in doing so, we pass Build-a-Bear.
“Mom! Can we build a bear?! MOM! Can we build a bear?!”, I mockingly ask.
And the next thing I know, she’s telling me to pick out a toy. “You know I was kidding right?” I say.
“Pick. Out. A. Toy.”
“Yes mam.”
Well, when everything was said and done, I ended up with a teddy bear.

Tres Zee (though mine is bare bottomed, get it?)

We named him “Tres Zee”; for thirty, get it?!?! And he sings happy birthday. If anyone else is on buildabearville.com, let me know, we can be beary friends!

Part of me feels silly, “I got a BIKE! and a TEDDY BEAR for my birthday!!!” and part of me is like, “I am helping the environment and economy by purchasing a bicycle and a portion of Tres’ purchase is going to help sick kids. AWESOME!”

Worth mention: We had one drink a piece.

* Note: Dick’s Sporting Goods. Also note, dickssportinggoods.com, not dicks.com. One has things for watersports while the other features watersports. Just saying.