P.S. I'm up because I have gas.
After over a decade, I've returned to college. It seems like I've tried everything I can think of to avoid it, but at last, it has found me. I think the hardest part so far has been fielding the constant question "what are you going for?" I have no idea. Part of me is leaning towards my major when I ejected myself last time. And in fact my student status still shows the College of Fine Arts. The other part of me says "quit yer daydreamn' dummy and do sumthin' you can make munny doin'!" To that I respond" I already made "munny" taking some pictures and I plan to continue when ever possible. So there. Maybe I'll post some of the wedding pictures I took later. Or maybe I'll forget I even have a blog again and not post for several months. Either way it'll be fun.
2:34pm- "Hey im drunk"
Sarah decided that she would make Becky's thirtieth birthday wish come true- spending the day on a Mexican beach having drinks by the ocean. Sarah made all the preparations and sprung it on her on Christmas. Check it out, she thought she was getting a sushi cookbook for her present:
But no, Sarah had hidden the paperwork for the resort they would be staying at in the book. Ha! She'd never look in there...
But after pretending to like the book she began to flip through it and I was waiting with ready camera to catch the moment of realization:
Nope, wait for it...
Yep, there it is.
Ok, maybe not so speedy. But regardless, we were safe. I can imagine the face you're making. Ok, Ok, the real story is that we were swimming and Sarah got stung by a jellyfish. There. Are you happy? Personally, I liked the other story better. We hit the ocean again for a day at sea. Side note- being from Kansas, I've never seen blue water before. The river and lakes here are brown, and even the Pacific I've seen while visiting California was green. Never any blue until now. And damn if it wasn't BLUE. No photo editing; it really was this blue.Obviously I was enamoured with the color of the water. But that wasn't all. Michael and I also spotted flying fish while sitting out on the balcony. And even Jubei, the Ninja Bear that always stows away on our trips, got into the action:
How does he always get into our suitcases? Damn ninjas...
I think he enjoyed the balcony as much as I did. After dinner and before bed, I grabbed my ipod and made my way to the balcony after it was dark. It was eerie and awesome, all at the same time. I sat outside for hours and watched the boat pass a small island and a few tankers in the dark. White seabirds were illuminated against the black sky by the lighting of out boat. It was great.
Eventually, we found our way to our destination: St Thomas. This is where Sarah and I had been planning for a year to get married. And it didn't disappoint.It was a beautiful ceremony, and we were were able to keep it light hearted, which is what we wanted. *
It was perfect.And then we came home, that's it, end of story.
Ok, that wasn't all. We also stopped in St Maarten the next day. We booked an excursion aboard a catamaran and went out into the ocean. I was aware there would be snorkeling, but not out in the ocean. OK, first off, I've only ever swam in swimming pools. Having said that, I'm also not a very strong swimmer. In fact, I wouldn't even say I can swim. But nonetheless, I decided I would try. And try I did. It was one of the most terrifying events of my life. But I did it. After that harrowing experience, we pulled anchor and cruised around the island to the French side. And yes, there were boobies. Everyone, youngsters and oldies, men and women, were checking them out. But what would you honestly expect? Clothing optional = bugging eyes and wagging tongues. Well, most of the time. I also forgot to mention that when we dropped anchor, we were still in about fifteen feet of water. Experienced swimmers may not bat an eyelash at that but keep in mind that I am not experienced and fifteen feet of water to me is an abyss. So I began my swim to shore, with only a noodle to keep me afloat. I swam, doggy-paddled and drifted for what seemed like an eternity. I began to get scared that I would never make it as waves continuously pushed me further from where I wanted to land. Every few moments as I closed on the beach, my foot would swipe the sand and I would think I was in water I could stand in. But when I would try to put my feet down, the land I was so desperately trying to cling to disappeared. But I fought on, and was rewarded with the joy of continuing to live and a view of well enhanced chesticles (I hate that word, but it sounds funny). I didn't make the swim back. I jumped in the little boat and rode back without any shame. I can flip and do handstands and generally roll and jump around but swimming is still something I'll have to work on. After that it was just a cruise back to the dock. You may be wondering about all this I, I, I and where Sarah was in all this: Out of the sun. With such porcelain skin, she can't handle the sun's abuse the way my black ass can. It got to the point that not only hers, but also everyone else's sun screen she tried to use burned her face. So while we were having a great time on the deck, trying to stand up while the boat was hitting large waves, she was down below, enjoying the nauseating roll of the ocean. She did get to swim at the beach though, at which point we pointed out the fake boobs and commented on how well they performed against gravity.
But best of all, this:*Then we came home and rocked the party with our reception we held this past weekend. I think we were a little disappointed with the attendance, not so much as the people that showed but with how many left after the dinner. But that's cool and not unexpected. The people that needed to stay for the dancing did, and worked it out! It was a nice little dance party, and even though nobody did the worm, there was plenty of the running man, courtesy of myself. But once again, the camera is MIA, so no pictures... again. So I'll leave you with this last one on the trip:
* Starred pictures courtesy of Weddings The Island Way
I just commented on this blog I found while surfing Dr Tiller's death.
It was more fun than I would have imagined, framing up shots and trying to think up poses that might look cool. But don't believe the hype. I'm nowhere near as cool as I hope I might appear in these pictures. But either way, like I said on my art page" Whatever is in my hand, works". I used the 2.0 megapixel camera I bought from Nate for five bucks and then did the touch-ups in Photoshop elements 2.0 (the same one that came with my computer). Weak programs and outdated equipment can't stop me when I'm on a roll.
You can view the rest of the pics here.
Oh! You are so busted! Damn...
I tried to post this on Youtube after watching a video by a guy dressed up as a ninja. It was more interesting though to read the comments. I love all the kids replying to this video. "You're not a ninja because I am"? Come on. Just because you played some ninja games and saw some movies, doesn't make you a ninja. Ninja were government spies and if you really were a ninja, you wouldn't tell people. Or waste your time on Youtube. It's just a dumb video with some Aussie bloke having a laugh. Laugh at it or move on. Everyone's a fucking unqualified, ignorant critic. Especially grade school kids on Youtube. Go back to singing over crappy techno songs in front of your web cam. Boo!
We were eating some KFC and Murdock wanted some. I told her to beat it and she pouted the rest of the night. She looked so pitiful and rejected because she couldn't have any. So I laughed at her and took this picture which does not do the situation justice. Hence forth "Mud-duck" shall forever be know as
"The Cat Without Chicken"!!!
Can I get some revervb on that so it sounds really gigantic? No, we can't afford reverb? Well what kind of outfit are you running here? That's it, I can't work like this. No I don't care, you'll just have to get someone else. I'm done with the abuse and the shoddy production. (door closes)
I also learned the sweet pain of hammering my fingers, working in the blistering heat and being brained by a piece of scaffolding. The hardest part though had to be the hours. Up at 6:30am and at school and work till 8:00pm five days a week with ten hour Saturdays at work for the first eight weeks. Ungodly, but I fought my way through. The suck part about it though is that I had to fight with my job in order to be able to cut my hours so drastically so I could attend the classes. But of course, the school decides to change the schedule and now I am unable to return to the program because even if my job would allow me to cut my hours even more, I would lose my benefits. And what good would it do to take a construction course without any heath insurance? Imagine if I really got hurt. So the school itself kind of screwed me out of returning. I really wanted to attend this portion because we would have been focusing on interiors and that is what I really wanted to learn. I could return in the fall maybe but we would begin on a new house and then I would just learn the same thing over. Pointless. But that was the school front for me. Sarah made hour long runs to and from Emporia to attend her classes three times a week. She also took on a temporary secretarial position with her Trio program directors. But they fired her because of her sass-back. Not really.
Sarah's father has an ongoing war with his daughters to see who can give the worst gift. I'm not sure but I think I may have been drafted. This picture just screams Rex-Kwon-Do.
Oh, wait, that's not it. Here you go, my bad.
Update- That bitch was caught driving again, after she has already been sentenced to jail time for doing just that. I don't think the judge was off the mark when she said Paris had no regard for the law.
I love it. I just wish every game had a mode like this. That's part of the reason I love GT4 so much. That and the... rest of game, I guess.