There are few things in life that I attach the word "need" to. I've been content with what I have. Sure here and there I say I want a few things, never really needed much then the necessities. Now though I think I can safely say I need a new camera.
I used to have a camera. It was a beautiful Canon, with just the right amount of optical zoom and whatnot for me to play with. It was a great deal, if I remember correctly I purchased it 80% off the original price and received free shipping. It was a great deal for a great camera. It lasted me a wonderful two years, there when
Then it broke. I still don't know what's wrong with it. It was shuffled in the move between starter town house and starter farm house, left in a corner of my office for a while. I thought it was safe. One day I tried to turn it on and nothing happened. I charged the batteries, popped them back in. Still nothing worked. Sad day.
I find it kind of funny that my camera had a shorter life then my laptop. This HP has been dropped so many times, and I wish I could say otherwise. It's been with me since the middle of my senior year of high school. Three years later, besides running a little slower, it's trucking along just fine (knock on wood).
I've been able to take pictures here and there. This laptop has a webcam, and for my sister's graduation gift I found her a really good deal on another Canon. She lets me borrow it from time to time. I used to have a phone that had a camera, that did me some good for a while too. It's just not enough anymore.
On Shutterfly I catch deals for free magnets, books, prints and cards, but I never have any good pictures! I have picture frames sitting empty in my office. On Facebook, my newest picture is from easily over a year ago. I have a puppy that's now half a dog, and I'm missing the documentation chances. Weird malformed candy I find I can only snap pictures of with my webcam. My favorite cat died a month ago and I don't have a single picture of him. I have a baby in June, and I don't have even a camera phone for it's first picture in my arms. I can't add my own pictures to this blog.
I think I need to find someone to buy me a camera as a baby gift. Or make a trade with my sister, she really wants something that plays music again since my last iPod was literally played to death by her. Hmmm, that's a plan!
Tuesday, February 19, 2013
Thursday, February 14, 2013
A favorite memory that came to mind.
Today is Valentine's Day, 2013. I am starting to think that little 13 is being cruel to me on days like today. Not that I have anything to complain about pertaining to today's holiday, just the recent events in my life have provoked my boss to comment that I could be a comedian about the tragedies of life. I probably could now that I think about it!
Enough about how bad of a day today has been though, I'd like to remember last year's Valentine's Day instead. It was actually a great one, and probably my favorite one. My boyfriend (now husband) was working on the railroad, and the company had meetings in the cities. He had made a comment to his foreman the month before that he wanted to take his girlfriend with since the date of the meetings were February 13,14, and 15 and I had never been to Minneapolis. Besides those factors the 2 years of Valentine's Days before he was working away from home and away from me.
Now at this point with him working on the road well over half of our relationship, I had gotten use to asking roommates of his very nicely if they'd mind I come visit while I had a few days off work, school, life in general, ect. Most were okay with it, some I knew better than to ask, and many actually loved having me around to pick up after Corey. I was always nice and polite, tip toed around when they would come home and pass out in a nap of exhaustion from a 12 hour shift. Never bothered to fight over the remote, didn't use up all the towels and many times offered to bring their laundry back with Corey's. I never minded, I was always happy just to be with Corey for the few nights I was there. Sure it was a bit of a pain to not really get to do what we wanted when we wanted together, but being together was just enough.
I was expecting the same thing to happen with this trip down to the cities. I personally did not care, I was just excited to visit the cities for the first time in my life with someone that knew how to drive without panic. Corey was just happy to have me with on a trip where he wouldn't sleep over half the time I was visiting. His foreman had other plans though as Corey found out when he checked into the hotel. Bless that foreman's heart he gave us a room ALL TO OURSELVES. This had never happened before. Most times he was paired up with his roommate and best friend from home (that he also lived with at home). This three day stretch though we were free to do whatever we wanted in that room, come in and out as we pleased, take a shower at any time of the day or night, and not worry about treading on someone's toes.
Corey and I did nothing really special during those three days, besides check out a few shops and drive downtown to look at the huge buildings at night. Those nights alone in that hotel room were wonderful though and it made that Valentine's Day a really good day. I didn't get any roses, jewelery or chocolates, I just was lucky enough to be all alone with the one I love. That meant all the world to me and it's the favorite memory I have that came to mind today.
Well that was great to reflect on for a bit, now to figure out how I am going to get my car with a busted transmission home... fun fact: transmission fluid is red, and I witness my car bleeding all over the road last night. Time to buy my buddy with a truck and a tow rope a case of beer, he'll appreciate that since two weeks ago his girlfriend of over seven years left him after he found out she was cheating.
With that thought, I guess life could be worse. Happy Valentine's Day!
Enough about how bad of a day today has been though, I'd like to remember last year's Valentine's Day instead. It was actually a great one, and probably my favorite one. My boyfriend (now husband) was working on the railroad, and the company had meetings in the cities. He had made a comment to his foreman the month before that he wanted to take his girlfriend with since the date of the meetings were February 13,14, and 15 and I had never been to Minneapolis. Besides those factors the 2 years of Valentine's Days before he was working away from home and away from me.
Now at this point with him working on the road well over half of our relationship, I had gotten use to asking roommates of his very nicely if they'd mind I come visit while I had a few days off work, school, life in general, ect. Most were okay with it, some I knew better than to ask, and many actually loved having me around to pick up after Corey. I was always nice and polite, tip toed around when they would come home and pass out in a nap of exhaustion from a 12 hour shift. Never bothered to fight over the remote, didn't use up all the towels and many times offered to bring their laundry back with Corey's. I never minded, I was always happy just to be with Corey for the few nights I was there. Sure it was a bit of a pain to not really get to do what we wanted when we wanted together, but being together was just enough.
I was expecting the same thing to happen with this trip down to the cities. I personally did not care, I was just excited to visit the cities for the first time in my life with someone that knew how to drive without panic. Corey was just happy to have me with on a trip where he wouldn't sleep over half the time I was visiting. His foreman had other plans though as Corey found out when he checked into the hotel. Bless that foreman's heart he gave us a room ALL TO OURSELVES. This had never happened before. Most times he was paired up with his roommate and best friend from home (that he also lived with at home). This three day stretch though we were free to do whatever we wanted in that room, come in and out as we pleased, take a shower at any time of the day or night, and not worry about treading on someone's toes.
Corey and I did nothing really special during those three days, besides check out a few shops and drive downtown to look at the huge buildings at night. Those nights alone in that hotel room were wonderful though and it made that Valentine's Day a really good day. I didn't get any roses, jewelery or chocolates, I just was lucky enough to be all alone with the one I love. That meant all the world to me and it's the favorite memory I have that came to mind today.
Well that was great to reflect on for a bit, now to figure out how I am going to get my car with a busted transmission home... fun fact: transmission fluid is red, and I witness my car bleeding all over the road last night. Time to buy my buddy with a truck and a tow rope a case of beer, he'll appreciate that since two weeks ago his girlfriend of over seven years left him after he found out she was cheating.
With that thought, I guess life could be worse. Happy Valentine's Day!
Wednesday, February 6, 2013
A quote of Bob Marley.
"Herb is the healing of a nation, alcohol is the destruction." Bob Marley
Ok, ok, ok. So I was TRYING to stay away from the marijuana topic (those of you that know me in person may know I am slightly a broken record about the topic) but when I was clicking through random quotes on the world wide web, this one jumped out at me and practically burned my eyes.
Please, for the sake of my sanity, put aside the fact that it's an illegal drug. Save your breathe, we all know this. Those of us that grew up in the 90's were slammed with "Don't do drugs!" campaigns in school with red ribbons and coloring handouts. When we grew older we learned there was this long list of horrible street drugs to stay away from or we could possibly waste away and die in addiction, and the gateway to this horrible downward spiral of using was marijuana. We were taught to not drink until we legal to at 21 years old, despite that it kills brain cells. We were taught that cigarettes would put us at a higher risk for cancer, but we could purchase them for our own at 18 years old. But marijuana? Gateway to addiction, fast track to hell, stay the eff away!
Though there's this thing about the marijuana debate that's starting to drive me insane. Is it really worse than cigarettes, alcohol, and prescription medications to kill the pain/ educe sleep/ keep us alert and attentive? In my short 21 years of life I've watched teenagers and twenty-somethings drink themselves to violently sick. I've watched close friends become drunk monsters and physically hurt the ones they love. I've watched families break apart because of the bottle. I've watched my father smoke cigarettes until it clotted his blood, and still smoked them after all the risky life saving surgery. I've watched second hand smoke give my little niece asthma before she even left the womb. I've watched extended family members crush up a pill and snort it to relieve the pain from years of hard labor. I've watched teenagers steal these same pills from their parents to trip on during the weekends. I've dealt with people that have overdosed.
I'll admit, I've been around those who are stoned. I've seen it smoked in rolled paper, in a metal bat, in a wooden pipe. I've seen it cooked into butter, made into tea, added to breads. I've seen it ingested. I have never seen someone overdose on it. I have yet to see someone not be able to take care of their kids while on it. I have yet to be treated harshly by someone on it. I have watched men that would otherwise have to (legally with a prescription) take 4 or 5 different pills a day to function, go to work happy with it in their system. I have seen it prevent depression from ripping apart families, it's helped friends of my realize that life isn't worth ending. I have seen it help women keep food and water down in the first trimester of pregnancy, without taking any meditations with "possible risks/side effects."
But I have also seen this drug destroy one's life, legally. I have watched my husband go to work with men still drunk or hungover from the night before, but since they are of drinking age it's okay. If these men were to take a urine test, they would probably pass by drinking enough water. If a man had ingested marijuana in the last 30 days or less (some cases more), he could be sober as a bird the day he failed that urine test and lost his job. I have read of a case where the father gave his little baby girl cannabis oil when she was diagnosed with brain cancer, instead of chemotherapy that could potentially leave her brain damaged, if not kill her. Tumors started to shirk, dad faces jail time. Well, that makes a lot of sense!
I really think it's time this nation to put down the bottle and started some healing.
Ok, ok, ok. So I was TRYING to stay away from the marijuana topic (those of you that know me in person may know I am slightly a broken record about the topic) but when I was clicking through random quotes on the world wide web, this one jumped out at me and practically burned my eyes.
Please, for the sake of my sanity, put aside the fact that it's an illegal drug. Save your breathe, we all know this. Those of us that grew up in the 90's were slammed with "Don't do drugs!" campaigns in school with red ribbons and coloring handouts. When we grew older we learned there was this long list of horrible street drugs to stay away from or we could possibly waste away and die in addiction, and the gateway to this horrible downward spiral of using was marijuana. We were taught to not drink until we legal to at 21 years old, despite that it kills brain cells. We were taught that cigarettes would put us at a higher risk for cancer, but we could purchase them for our own at 18 years old. But marijuana? Gateway to addiction, fast track to hell, stay the eff away!
Though there's this thing about the marijuana debate that's starting to drive me insane. Is it really worse than cigarettes, alcohol, and prescription medications to kill the pain/ educe sleep/ keep us alert and attentive? In my short 21 years of life I've watched teenagers and twenty-somethings drink themselves to violently sick. I've watched close friends become drunk monsters and physically hurt the ones they love. I've watched families break apart because of the bottle. I've watched my father smoke cigarettes until it clotted his blood, and still smoked them after all the risky life saving surgery. I've watched second hand smoke give my little niece asthma before she even left the womb. I've watched extended family members crush up a pill and snort it to relieve the pain from years of hard labor. I've watched teenagers steal these same pills from their parents to trip on during the weekends. I've dealt with people that have overdosed.
I'll admit, I've been around those who are stoned. I've seen it smoked in rolled paper, in a metal bat, in a wooden pipe. I've seen it cooked into butter, made into tea, added to breads. I've seen it ingested. I have never seen someone overdose on it. I have yet to see someone not be able to take care of their kids while on it. I have yet to be treated harshly by someone on it. I have watched men that would otherwise have to (legally with a prescription) take 4 or 5 different pills a day to function, go to work happy with it in their system. I have seen it prevent depression from ripping apart families, it's helped friends of my realize that life isn't worth ending. I have seen it help women keep food and water down in the first trimester of pregnancy, without taking any meditations with "possible risks/side effects."
But I have also seen this drug destroy one's life, legally. I have watched my husband go to work with men still drunk or hungover from the night before, but since they are of drinking age it's okay. If these men were to take a urine test, they would probably pass by drinking enough water. If a man had ingested marijuana in the last 30 days or less (some cases more), he could be sober as a bird the day he failed that urine test and lost his job. I have read of a case where the father gave his little baby girl cannabis oil when she was diagnosed with brain cancer, instead of chemotherapy that could potentially leave her brain damaged, if not kill her. Tumors started to shirk, dad faces jail time. Well, that makes a lot of sense!
I really think it's time this nation to put down the bottle and started some healing.
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