After much debating and some patience I actually bought myself a new lens for my SLR camera today.
It was pricey but hopefully it will be a lens that I can grow into, setting aside the need for another one anytime soon.
I struggled with the decision to buy it partially because it’s not very Dave Ramsey like and partially because I want to make sure that my hope for joy doesn’t lie in owning this item. Ultimately, my joy must come from Christ.
In any case, it’s on it’s way. I am excited.
I’ve been listening to a podcast by James Beltz which has been extremely helpful in learning more photography and editing skills. The problem was that I had grown out of my equipment and was unable to practice new skills since I was limited by my camera.
Well, my blogging seems to have hit the back burner a bit these past few days. I’d love to say I’ve been crazy busy, but I really haven’t – I’ve just had nothing to say which, as my friends will say, is very unlike me.
I feel like my life is beyond boring at the moment… sure there are dramas here and there but nothing to write a full post about. For those of you who are interested, my week has consisted of the following things:
ASSIGNMENTS – It’s almost the end of my penultimate year of university, and the workload is steady and slow, but it requires so much more thought and organisation. This could be due to the fact that it’s all group work, and there are 5 more people to contend with other than myself.
Did you have an enemy or bully when you were young? Not really – I was teased in primary school but it was only childish taunts because I didn’t have the right make of shoes, or my pencil case was the wrong shape. In high school I tended to get on well with everyone – I had my own little circle, but I’d talk to anyone really.
If we had a falling out then the bullying used to start but the taunts targeted weight or complexion etc. But I never remember going home and crying about it. Then I dropped out of high school and got my HSE diploma through the GED test and now I even help writing tests to help other people.
Have you noticed how TV’s standards for nudity and general raunchiness are being relaxed in the worst sorts of ways?
For instance, ads for the “Girls Gone Wild” videos show sexually explicit acts with computer-graphic “modesty” squares over the crucial spots—the promise being that your purchased copy will have the same scenes but without those annoying squares.
The commercials themselves are still fairly titillating, as the tiny modesty graphics provide about as much coverage as the trampiest of bikinis.
I took quick advantage of having a car again yesterday and took Caitlin to the mall to go to the play area.
We’d never done this because of the fact that we’ve only gone to the mall on Saturday and Sunday nights and it was always filled with children who definitely exceed the 42″ maximum height and looked like they would eat her for breakfast along with their cocoa puffs.
So we’ve always passed it up, while she stared longingly at the large foam tree and listened to the screeching laughter of the other monsters children. Guilt has always eaten me alive by this.
I made plans to take her there yesterday and after getting the three of us cleaned and ready, off we went, just us. Just me. And two kids. Under two.
In the spirit of Taking a Breather From the Hellish Land of Statistics Assignment and Study, here are two names I am loving at the moment.
This name is gaining some popularity; birth announcements occasionally surprise me. However, the most frequent comments made by people who wouldn’t use the name is “It sounds too literary”/”It sounds pretentious” or some combination of the two.
Most people who did high school English are aware of where this probably stems from: Atticus Finch, one of the characters in Harper Lee’s Too Kill A Mockingbird.
It’s a tradition that on the day before Halloween, we turn a regular ole pumpkin into a Jack O’Lantern.
It was Petie’s turn this year. He wanted to do something different he said, so our Mom went out and bought some magazines for him to get ideas from.
Well, he looked and he looked and he looked and, finally, he found just what he wanted to do.
He was a bit nervous doing this himself, so Tricia and I said we would be there to help (though Tricia stayed in the background, because she didn’t want to get covered in pumpkin goop when it was time to take out the insides).