Baby steps

Since I am obviously incapable of consistently blogging decent sized posts, I am taking a new approach - a Twitter like post, everyday. Just something short, probably my favorite quote for the day or something that made me happy.

That little post will probably turn into a larger one, but I won't be intimidated by it. I figure it won't hurt to try.

"I carry you with me into the world,
into the smell of rain
& the words that dance between people
& for me it will always be this way,
walking in the light,
remembering being alive together."
~ Brian Andreas

P.S. Thoughts about the new layout?

It was time for a new look. On life and on hair.

2nd update. This time I mean it.

After going up to see the family this last month (and having some of them come down here these past weeks), I got to thinking how fun it would be to stay up with my grandparents over the summer. I have a plan for finding a job, and I would get to hang out up there for the summer.

No plans have been solidified (I only came up with this last week, after all), and I'm still tossing the idea around in my head, weighing the pros and cons.

I must say though, it feels good to have a plan. Even a preliminary one.

2 new updates

Firstly, a significant number of my family was down for the past couple of weeks for a wedding. My aunt, who is an interior designer, saw some of my pictures and had an epiphany. Her husband works in the same office building as a publisher, and a guy who owns a high quality photo printer. The idea she had was to make a coffee table book of my pictures, and also a greeting card business. Which I thought was pretty darn cool.

I will have to type the second item up tomorrow, because I am tired. If I don't publish the first bit now though, it's a great probability that I'll forget.

This past weekend, I took a trip up to see my moms side of the family. I learned, to my utmost surprise, just how many people read my blog. Rather, still try to read my blog, as I haven't blogged in at least a month.

My problem is, I feel I have nothing to write about. I could write about photography, cars, homeschooling, shoes, Star Wars, notebooks (with which I have found a recent love), Wall-E, 92 Subaru Legacys, Dancing with the Stars, American Idol..... I just don't feel that is anything particularly noteworthy. If you're gonna spend your time reading something, it ought to be something good.

I will try harder, and not edit myself to the point of an empty page.

The only problem with Tivo...

Say you're planning on watching the Oscars, but because you have Tivo, you just set it to record. I mean, how really wants to sit through all those commercials?

So, you set it to record. But you don't think, hmmm, they might run over the designated time slot, let me record the next show just in case. Because it is supremely annoying when you miss the last 2 minutes of a show; since that scenario has happened before, you should be able to foresee and avoid this particular quandary.

But, you don't. And you miss the awards for Best Actress, Best Actor, and Best Picture.

Technology has made you complacent, and you pay the price.

Boo.

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Friday afternoon will always be remembered as the best afternoon in the history of mankind. There is no disputing this fact; it shall forevermore be known has Most Explosively Joyful Day EVER.

Ever.

Mom and I were driving around (for once she was doing the driving, whilst I wiled away the time car spotting), and she mentioned something about "the little white car behind us". Nodding absently - little white car was probably a Toyota Camry -, I continued my search for something pretty and fast. Then she pointed at the "little white car".

Ladies and gentlemen, it wasn't just any white car. It wasn't a Toyota. Nor a Ford. Lexus, Volkswagen, Nissan, Dodge, BMW or Porsche couldn't claim it. Not a Lamborghini or Ferrari.

It was an Audi. MY Audi. The R8, in all its glory.

Alas, it was turning right into a shopping center, while we turned left into a grocery store.

At this point I should mention you don't see many R8s. A Ferrari, while still rare, is much more frequently spotted. Even Lamborghinis are more common. If you do see an R8, it's probably on the showroom floor. I have only ever seen 2 - once driving home in the rain, and another time I spotted it at a light.

Which is why I convinced Mom, after we finished grocery shopping, to see if we could find it in the parking lot of the shops. We did. I had endure some hard core teasing, but it was sooooo worth it. Ibis White, with Oxygen Silver side panels. I even took a picture of the engine, a 4.2 liter V-8. It does NOT get better.

So, imagine my delight the next day when I'm sitting at your average traffic light, and what do I see?! That's right folks - my R8. Just about peed myself, I was that excited.

Words fail to describe the experience, but rest assured it was euphoric.