Archive for March, 2008
March 16, 2008 at 2:28 pm · Filed under uncategorized
I just agreed to do another wedding.
And maybe an engagement session to go with it.
At least I have two under my belt now, and a little more attitude than I did.
It just seems like good money. Damn good money. It’s a nice June wedding, 50 guests tops, with an outdoor reception. Can’t beat natural light set-up and tiny crowd.
I have better equipment now, though I got no complaints from the photos I took with the Olympus.
I’m terrified, as usual. It’s such an important day for people. I’m creating hard-copy representations of memories for them, and that’s the last thing I’d ever want to fuck up for someone.
I talked to the bride today, laid out prices and details, and she’s going to consult with her groom and let me know no later than tomorrow night.
March 16, 2008 at 9:01 am · Filed under uncategorized
I never had lots of acne when I was fifteen.
I’m getting it now, at 22, which just pisses me the hell off.
I’ve always had blemishes now and then through my T-zone, but in the past few months the acne has migrated and is now all over my face. I’m starting to see some definite scarring. There is now no such thing as a day when I have no acne.
I’m tired of it. Maybe I shouldn’t be so vain about the skin on my face… but it really bothers me.
As I’ve mentioned here before, I don’t think it’s just acne. I have lots of redness and general irritation that I struggle to keep at bay also. I’d like to think maybe if it were JUST the blemishes and not the constant I-have-a-sunburn-on-my-cheeks look, I could handle it better. The skin on my cheeks is dry and itchy and even painful sometimes.
I’ve been pondering going to see a dermatologist lately. It’s something that I would have to pay for out of pocket, because my darling insurance company doesn’t see tiny infections in the facial skin as something they should pay for.
I heard about a product the other day which is very similar to ProActiv, but the main active ingredient is different, and it is aimed also at other skin conditions that cause acne-like symptoms, ie rosacea and some others. I’ve done a lot of reading online and people either had really damn bad or really damn good reactions to the stuff, according to the tons of reviews I’ve read.
What’s interesting is that generally on one patient if ProActiv worked, this stuff doesn’t; if ProActiv didn’t work, this stuff does.
I’ve used ProActiv, and it did NOTHING for me other than make my skin worse in a hurry. My whole face was so irritated that ALL my skin turned red, not just my cheeks. And I had absolutely no change in my acne. ProActiv worked for my mom and her adult acne that’s twice as old as mine… but it was not for me.
So I’ve decided to throw a little money at this one last attempt to calm my skin down. It’s thirty bucks for a thirty day starter kit, and you can get fully refunded if the product doesn’t work for you, which is good.
Wish me ‘n’ my bad skin luck, kids.
March 10, 2008 at 2:25 pm · Filed under uncategorized
(If you’re a wussy man, and don’t want to read about my period, stop reading this entry NOW. Just so you can’t say I didn’t warn you. And by the way, if you’re an adult and hearing women talk about their monthly still freaks you out… you need to get over yourself. It’s a fact of life.)
How does one explain to one’s male coworkers who are asking why you are leaving so early…
that you HAVE to leave…
because your flows are heavier than normal and you just realized…
that your pants are wet?
All the pants I own are black, so it’s not highly noticeable.
“I’m having girl problems.”
Does that suffice, I wonder?
Because while I like to be blunt sometimes, I just see no reason to tell them I’m bleeding like a stuck pig and should have worn the Super tampon today instead of the Regular.
No. Don’t think they really need to know that.
March 7, 2008 at 10:50 pm · Filed under uncategorized
o·ver·whelm (?’v?r-hw?lm’, -w?lm’) \\
tr.v. o·ver·whelmed, o·ver·whelm·ing, o·ver·whelms
1. To surge over and submerge; engulf: waves overwhelming the rocky shoreline.
1. To defeat completely and decisively: Our team overwhelmed the visitors by 40 points.
2. To affect deeply in mind or emotion: Despair overwhelmed me.
3. To present with an excessive amount: They overwhelmed us with expensive gifts.
4. To turn over; upset: The small craft was overwhelmed by the enormous waves.
When did my life become such a cluster fuck of mess?
I called in sick today with what I thought was stomach virus in the wee hours of the morning. No, just some upset guts and complete and utter exhaustion. I slept most of the day after I was able to move out of the bathroom. I must have eaten something bad yesterday.
I woke up late this afternoon and had a normal evening.
Then I took a long shower. Well, not really long, but thorough, and did all the little things I used to do to take care of myself that I haven’t been doing much of lately. I put creme on my sad dogs, which have gotten almost no attention from me this winter. This time last year I was taking much better care of myself, I realized.
I thought I’d do a little reading online after I got done with my shower.
I fired up my Google Reader and Bloglines. 1000+ unread items in the GR alone. Cripe.
I fired up Thunderbird. I have nearly 100 unread emails of personal and newsletter nature. Cripe.
I went into my bedroom to collect dirty laundry and really saw what a wreck it is. A huge percentage of that stuff hasn’t been touched in… well, years… it’s stuff that can be thrown out, put away, or sold on eBay.
My car is full of my life, too. I haven’t vacuumed it in a month and so it’s full of grass in the floorboard. It needs to be emptied out and scrubbed down.
My office is a mess. At least that is a slightly different situation; we literally are busy enough most of the time that there is no “extra” time to be spent cleaning out offices and inboxes. You have to schedule time to do everything. It bothers me, though, every day, to walk into that messy office.
I’ve known for years that I function better amidst a certain level of chaos. It’s just how I operate. But at a certain point, I become overwhelmed, and stop functioning.
I think I’m there.
Time to simplify.
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