|
SubscriptionsSites I Read
|
|
|
|
| Alright, I am writing this while my life is super exciting and I'm feeling chatty, and then it's back to editing photos, because that is seriously what I do these days. But on a related note, this should be a pretty great month in the life of the photo blog (sarahbrownphotography.blogspot.com) and I recommend taking a peek. I've got two really fun engagement sessions in the pipe and I'm headed to New York (Catskills/City) this weekend and part of next week.
So, right, my exciting life.
Well, first of all, today is Flash's birthday! Billy stuck a Milkbone in his food bowl this morning and tonight he's going to a Cinco de Mayo party with me. I think I'm going to pick up some Three Dog treats after work, and tomorrow he celebrates with Otis. He's going to be all like, dude, what's up!
Secondly, I lost a pound and a half this week. That is 4.5 total. I am awesome. Also, my pants are feeling a tiny bit looser, ,which is awesome but also scary because I do not want to have to buy new pants. But I'll do it if necessary. Also, when I hit the 10 lb. mark, I'm having myself a party. I'm going to invite people to dinner and say, "Hey everybody! Come see how good I look!"
Okay, now, on to the two most notable stories of my weekend.
So, I don't think I mentioned this on here, but I witnessed a crime toward the end of last week. As my mom pulled into my alley to drop me off after work, there was a truck stopped in the middle of the alley a little further down. My landlord noticed that it was a strange vehicle and heard it stop, so he came out to investigate. It turns out that the guy was robbing my neighbor across the alley, who was having an electronic gate installed and for some reason connected to that fact, his garage door was up. I totally did not realize that that's what was going on, and when he saw all of us, he got back in his car and drove away. Turns out he made off with a couple pretty expensive things from the guy's garage.
So the guy files a police report based on what me and the landlord told him about the guy's vehicle and description, and the landlord is asked a few days later to identify a guy or his vehicle or something that was totally not even the right color. We're kind of like ... oh, whatever, stupid police, they'll never catch this guy.
Okay, fast forward to yesterday when Billy and I were pulling into the McDonald's near our house for sweet tea (we are seriously, SERIOUSLY addicted) when I see what I am almost positive is the guy in his vehicle drive past. Billy asks if we should follow him and I say yes. So Billy is speeding down the street in his totally conspicuous and not at all powerful car, and we're getting stopped at like every fucking stoplight, but Billy keeps an eye on him because he is awesome. He turns a corner and we follow him but we lost him not long after, and figured he turned down a side street. So we did a little sweep of the area and then decided to make a last ditch attempt by looking at a similar style of vehicle on a side street. Well, it wasn't that one, but we ended up having to go around the block thanks to one ways, and then we took another street with another similar style vehicle. Also a failure, but we kept going to the next one "just in case". As we're driving past a house, I see it parked in a driveway. I'm like, "That's IT!" So I write down the address and the plates (because yes, I did happen to have a steno pad in my purse). Of course, the neighbor guy wasn't home for me to tell him all this juicy info, but I'm just going to give it to him since he knows what the police report number was. It's like I told Billy, this is a perfect example of why you don't shit where you eat.
So anyway, after we found it, I was like, "Dude! I can't believe we found it! And there was this perfect trail of [vehicles] leading right to it. It's like God wanted us to find that guy." And Billy goes, "Oh, so this is Old Testament God we're talking about?" And I was like, "Yeah, he's very smitey."
Okay, so meanwhile, running concurrently with this story, I had taken a shower on Saturday night. Billy got up on Sunday morning to take a shower and there was still standing water in the tub. Not good, but I knew the drain had been slow so it also wasn't shocking. So, okay, I had like a half to three-quarters full bottle of some shitty generic Drano under the sink, so I just dumped it in, thinking that should do it. But when we got back from crime stopping, there was still water in there. Now--definitely not good. Okay. So we headed out for some real Drano, not messing around this time, and I dumped in half of that bottle. No avail. So I dumped in the rest. I get back from my engagement session in the afternoon ... NOTHING. Had not gone down a millimeter. What the fuck? I mean, we have one of those grates over our drains to catch hair and stuff, but I was seriously starting to entertain the idea that maybe a mouse had somehow gotten in there or something, even though that would be virtually impossible.
So I make Billy call his dad to see what we should do. He gives Billy an elaborate scientific explanation about a plunger and hydraulic pressure and whatnot, and then also does the wise thing and translates it to layman's advice, which was "Plunge the shit out of it."
Okay, so I go upstairs and plunge the shit out of it. Nothing. So I tell Billy to plunge the shit out of it. Also nothing. So I plunge the shit out of it again, nothing, and ditto Billy. I am starting to really freak out here, like OH MY GOD TWO BOTTLES OF DRANO AND ALL THIS PLUNGING WHAT NOW!!!!!!!!, so I step back to take one last disgusted, annoyed look at it and what did I see?
That's right.
The drain stopper was pulled up. I pushed it down and "gurgle gurgle gurgle" ... the tub drained pretty much instantly. I told Billy he has to call his dad and tell him but he doesn't want to. But I say, why deprive him of so much joy? He's going to love that one. | | |
| A lot of times, at work, I feel like Walter, sitting in the car next to The Dude, who is freaking out, and saying, "Nothing is fucked, Dude ... Nothing is fucked ..." | | |
| Once again, not much going on. BUT ...
I've lost three pounds! Yay! | | |
| Okay, so I am blind as a bat. No secret there. So obviously when I go to bed, I take my contacts out and can't see the TV, so if anything interesting is happening on Conan that I can't just listen to, it's Billy's job to describe it. And he's really good at it.
Billy: God, that is some bad hair. [Or something to that effect.]
Me: What does it look like?
Billy: Like someone took a shit and wiped with Farrah Fawcett's hair.
| | |
| So I was thinking yesterday about my sadly neglected blog. I'm not too worried about it because I've had it for what? Years now? And I go through the ups and downs with it. Mostly, though, I think I've just been feeling sort of boring lately. Not like ... boring to myself, which is the most important thing, obviously, but boring to other (and some might say "normal") people, because I seriously spend probably 75% of my day thinking about and/or working on photography in some capacity. (Speaking of which, senior pics are up on the photoblog, which can be found at sarahbrownphotography.blogspot.com.) I just can't imagine this being especially interesting to people who aren't similarly obsessed.
But every now and then I think about things that I consider blogging about. I guess I either don't get around to it or find myself not really wanting to talk about it, such as in the case where I stumbled through a series of links onto a website run by former members of Scientology, and how they were talking about how hard it was to adjust to life when you no longer felt like you were embroiled in this huge, universal battle of good vs. evil and how much I really identified with that. I think I just have a hard time expressing myself with words these days.
Meanwhile, I also did mean to blog about my favorite band name: Panic at the Disco. I love this name. I have no idea what they sound like but I did briefly consider one night, while soaking in the tub, trying to get into them. But then I realized how much commitment it really takes to actually get into a band, and to actually go from liking them to loving them, and I just don't feel like making that kind of commitment, and besides, the next band on that list is totally The Killers, and they've been at the top of that list for like ... at least several months. I just want to hang out and listen to my iPod, one song at a time. Buying a CD, listening to it over and over ... that's serious. So then I thought about maybe just PRETENDING to be a big Panic at the Disco fan, like buy a t-shirt or talk about how awesome they are, maybe read a review here or there and listen to a snippet or two of a couple songs on iTunes. I cracked myself up at how totally George Costanza that was, but then it seemed kind of fun to pretend to like something, to have a completely separate, imaginary element of your persona that exists within the real persona. I don't know, that's probably where it started to get too deep for bathtub thinking and I stopped.
So yeah, that's basically me these days. A lot of thinking about photography, followed by less but still a lot of thinking about my diet (going well) and Battlestar Galactica, interspersed with deep and/or random thoughts. Oh, and I also am obsessed with my animals. And The Office. But you didn't need to be told that, right?
Also, I'm starting to get really daydreamy about summer. Billy and I took a walk with Flash last night and then hopped in the car and went to Mug 'n' Bun. I had a corndog and we both had our first root beer floats of the year. Tonight, we walk Flash (with Nicole and Otis) on the canal. The drive-in is open and I've started thinking about how we need to go. And every one of these things brings me one step, one bouncy step, closer to summer. | | |
|
True