Isn't this thing just ridiculous? You can hold him with one hand, easy. God, I wish I could take him home.
Can you tell me who was there at the shelter with me assisting? Ha ha ha. :)
This is my little nephew, Kyle. He looks much cuter in other pictures, but this one seems to accompany the post so much better. Get a load of that shirt!
Anyway, today Kamille told me this story...
His dad, Chris, gave him a dime. As he handed it over, he said, "Now, Kyle, don't you swallow this."
Whether it was just that Daddy's idea seemed like such a good one or willful disobedience, Kyle took the dime into his room and promptly swallowed it.
This reinforces an old saying.. well, one I made up, that I still haven't perfected the wording on: Kids are always trying to come up with ways to kill themselves, and they're just DARING you to let them. And that's true, isn't it? Hey, look, a bookshelf, I think I'll try to climb it! Hey, a pool! How about I fall in? Hey, some stairs! They look fun to fall down!
So now Kyle's parents are on Poop Watch 2008. Lucky them, right?
and things are going swimmingly. Not.
I couldn't find my first building. Drove campus for 45 minutes before finding an info booth and asking. It was impossible to see from the road, and unlike as it looked on the map, I did not have to be on a Lee Street to get there. Aggh.
Next class? I was expecting linguistics, but the lady was talking about DDT. I was about 5 minutes late, so missed the passing out of the syllabus, etc.) Sure enough, I wrote down the building/room for my THURSDAY night class. Agggh.
So now I'm 45 minutes for my second class as well! :p
I do feel bad about the dogs. I see them one day then bring them to Patty's. Then again, she has the BEST YARD EVER, so I doubt they're crying in their kibble over me. Actually, the second I brought them into Patty's, Sebastian ran to the back door. Then he just sat there, pleading with his eyes: "You must let me out. Don't you understand? There could be DUCKS out there! Even an iguana! Maybe the neighbor dog will be barking furiously for no reason at all! I can join in! Pleeeeeease let me out?" Stacey who?
So anyway, we're at a B&B a couple of blocks off Duval. Tomorrow when Chris is at "work," I am gonna tool around town on my bike. Snap some pics, hopefully. Saturday or Sunday, we're going to my beloved Bahia Honda. Then on the way home Sunday, we're going to hit this wild bird sanctuary thing. Yay!
OK, I just had to lie a little to Chris a minute ago when he woke up and asked what time it was ("Like two," when in reality it's more like 2:40) so I think that means it's past bedtime. Even in Key West.
Today was the big goodbye.
Macy apparently didn't believe me & Amanda when we told her I had to go back to Florida ("Florida by the pool") today. She thought we were kidding. I guess that to a 2.5-year-old, an 11-day visitor starts to feel like a fixture in your life.
I gave her a hug anyhow and said goodbye. I gave her lots of kisses on her neck while we were hugging. "No moochers!" she yelled. "I don't like moochers!" Tough, I said. Then I gave Amanda a hug and moochers on her neck. :)
My leaving coincided with the time that Amanda had to walk Macy to the babysitter's, down the street. I waved and got in my car and started to drive away. I decided to do a U-turn so I could go beep at them as a last goodbye. I saw Amanda yelling at me as I drove, so I rolled down the window.
Apparently as I started to drive away, Macy finally believed that I was leaving. She started yelling, "Didn't say goodbye to Stacey! Didn't say goodbye to Stacey!"
So I got out of the car and went up to the sidewalk, where Macy broke into a full run with her arms outstretched. I picked her up and hugged her and said goodbye.
And this makes me tear up every time I think of it. Including now!
They threw Macy a "summer birthday" in July. Her birthday is really in December... and I guess she was feeling left out, since Amanda, Kamille, and Kyle just had birthdays. So they got her a cake and gifts from the dollar store and threw a party. :)
Such a good mama!
#2. My flight is Monday. I dunno if I'll actually get to go home then or not. This is a tad worrisome. I miss home.
#3. My family!! Sis Kelli has been, uh, difficult. Moreso than usual. The other day we were supposed to call her at 9 (as planned) to finalize plans to get together with the kids that day. She didn't answer, and didn't call back until 11. Hurry, I said. At noon, I call and she still can't tell me WHEN she's leaving even. I tell her Amanda has to be home by 3:30 for something. She says Amanda should do whatever she needed to do another day. Impossible. She gets all pissy and hangs up on me. !!! Who does that, as an adult? Won't answer when Kamille tries to call. They finally talk later (Amanda's appt had thankfully been extended to 5:30) and she pissily agrees to come. We make her sandwiches, buy treats and toys for her son and head over to Goose Island. She never shows, and never calls. Macy spends half the time looking for her cousin Kyle so they can play.
This is the THIRD family thing Kelli has flaked on since I've been here. Apparently she feels bad; she's making something I like for the family picnic tomorrow. I just feel bad for her kid, having to miss out on all the fun we could have had. And I feel bad in general; I see my family 1-2 times a year...
Then tonight, I made sure we were back from Minnesota in time for my 8 pm dinner get-together with someone else in my family. Like, we pulled Macy off the swings at 6:30 so I could get back to La Crosse in time. And I got stood up. I had cereal on the sofa for dinner. (And Amish-made cherry pie. So I guess it wasn't really all that bad...)
Oh, and also my grandma probably isn't coming to the picnic tomorrow. She does everything with my one aunt, who isn't coming, so it sounds as if she won't come either. This will go over really well with the rest of the family, I predict.
It probably doesn't help that I'm PMSing, but I feel pretty near tears right now. Thank god for Kamille and her family, who gave me most of the moments that made this trip worth it. Including Amanda and her teenage hissy fits. Yesterday when Kamille told her to pick up the beach toys, Amanda exclaimed, "I hate you! You ruin everything!". I found that incredibly amusing.
At any rate, pray for me that I get to go home Monday!!
I heard this song a couple of years ago on Yahoo! Music. I actually really disliked the song the first time or two that I heard it... And then around the third time, a switch flipped. I fell in love! Such a cute voice, such a cute song... I liked it so much, in fact, that I bought the CD. And I NEVER buy CDs anymore. This may have been the last one, in fact. Jesus. (I do keep meaning to buy Alicia Keys and M.I.A. though. Although I've downloaded everything I want, they're so good that I really feel like I should be PAYING them something.)
I never thought to watch the video until just now. Fairly boring video, but the girl is just so cute you can't help but smile. Also, she says ten like tin. :)
i hate it when i like a song and then watch the video and it's so dumb that it's all i can think about when i'm later listening to the song on the radio.
forever when this song comes on, i will picture this waitress (as if someone that pretty would be a waitress, anyhow) pouring coffee to the song's beat. whatevs.
Kamille had some shopping to do with Amanda, so I offered to pick up Macy from the babysitter early. We went to the beach at Goose Island, and Macy had a blast. We are now both dirty and exhausted. I think that constitutes a good day.
Tonight she started batting at the balloon ribbon. (Balloon = Gretchen's, from obedience class "graduation"). Thankfully I found the camera pretty quick and was able to snap this...
Chris & I been dating for two years as of this past Monday! Time flies! I've been taking pictures the past couple of days of my liles & roses and just LOVE THEM. They're good in person, too - the whole kitchen smells of the stargazers. I think I should start buying flowers every week so I have something this pretty to photograph.
I leave for Wisconsin tomorrow, for 10 days. I'm mildly freaking out. I am going to miss the dogs so so bad, Maggie particularly because she's my shadow and I don't know what she'll do without me to follow around the house. And I was all sad before Chris left a couple of weeks ago to go to Houston for two days, so imagine what I'll be feeling like after more than a week gone from home!!!
Alright, it's time to go pack now. I've been putting it off ALL DAY but there comes a point... I'm using our scuba backpack since it is the roomiest thing we have. :)
OK, I'm a total nerd.. but...
This guy's pictures are just awesome. Really.
I wrote to him a while back, with a suggestion that the ladies in engagement sessions mind their handbags. See, in this picture, there was a little purse hanging from the lady's wrist. I thought it was distracting.
He wrote back, all genuine and nice.. (I worded my email very carefully since I know how touchy people can be, but I realized it probably wasn't necessary.) Thanked for the suggestion, and said that sometimes he thought the purses added another interesting visual element. I thought about it and decided that he was right, in some images, but it still bothered me in this one.
Tonight I was going through his most-popular images set and saw this picture. "Wasn't this the one with the purse?" I thought. Hmm. Well, whatever.
Then I went to the website - http://www.ryanbrenizer.com/ - to see how much this dude charges to do weddings (just curious!) and saw the original on the site's Home page. With a purse hanging there under the lady's arm.
And it somehow makes me feel good that such a great photographer agreed with me, at least on this one photo. :)
She's the one I would take home in a heartbeat if only I could. I think I'll lobby on her behalf on Craigslist to find a home for her, at least.
So today I did the dogs again. 9-1. Then I stayed an extra hour to take some more pictures. As I was getting ready to leave, the lady asked if I could come back tonight. I was so, like, ummm... uhhh... I would really rather not? And then there was pressure to come back, if only for an hour. They had me on the schedule for Monday night, she explained. I went back and forth on it, saying okay, and then, like, hello - I'd already been there for five hours and they wanted me to come BACK? And today is our anniversary! Finally it turned out that they DID have someone to help tonight so didn't need me. But as she was leaving, the lady said, "OK, see you Wednesday!" I was like, WHAT?! I ended up calling the lady I originally had contacted after I left just to make it clear - I'm on the schedule for MONDAY MORNING, NOTHING ELSE. I did two days last week, as a favor, but I am not going to do that as a rule.
I mean, I really don't mean to be difficult or mean or anything else, but this was advertised as a TWO HOUR volunteering shift. It is more like 4-5. And that's actually OK, but I really don't need pressure to do MORE when I really can't or don't want to. I mean, the way it is, I didn't get home until 2:30 p.m. Smelly and needing a shower in a way you can't believe; walking dogs in 90-degree heat (and sun!) will get you that way. MY dogs had been locked outside/in the bedroom all day. I hadn't eaten since my morning bagel. I hadn't so much as stopped to pee since I left the house. I was covered in scratches from one of the dogs, had a throbbing lip from where another jumped up onto my face. So taking a shower and heading back out after 1.5 hours to get covered in dirt and worse all over again did not seem all that appealing. And good call, since at around the time they wanted me to go back in, I was deep asleep on the couch using Gretchey has a pillow. Doggy duty is exhausting, I'm tellin' ya.
I mean, it's quite weird really... I really do ENJOY my time at the shelter... but at the same time, I don't want to do it every day. I kinda feel like me ENJOYING this is contingent upon it not being overwhelming. I think I could handle going in for an extra hour or so here and there to help out, but that's as an "extra" thing, not an obligation.
I think the lady got my point. At least, I hope she did.
Let's end this on a happy note: LOOK AT THIS PUPPY! She is so smelly and dirty and sick too -- I had to wipe some boogers off her face and eyes before I took these pictures -- but my god is she a gem. Lays in my lap for belly rubs. And, I mean, look at her. SO cute. I hope she's outta there, right quick.
Via Noah Kalina blog. Noah describes it as Heavy Metal Parking Lot except with guidos instead of heavy metal and a beach instead of the parking lot. :D
Is to start a photography business, beginning with pets. See, the whole thing is very anxiety-inducing.. Under pressure to take good pictures and all. It seems to me that pet photography would be a good way to start. I'm not going to mess up anyone's life if I don't get good pictures of their retriever, unlike if I were to do, say, wedding photography.
What do you guys think? Would someone pay for the kinds of pictures I get of my dogs?
To be honest, I think I'd like being a photographer better than being a teacher. At the very least, maybe it'll earn me some money so I can buy some other lenses, which is impossible right now.
I know that I have it lucky taking pictures of Gretchen, since she sits and stays, which is why for practice I've begun offering to take pictures of other people's pets for free, to get some experience.
Also, I need a name for the business. Suggestions welcome. :)