…yes. I know what the point of having a laptop is.

I mean, that’s why I bought one, right?

Why is it then, that 98% of the time, I sit at my kitchen table with it? Of course, I’m in that 2% right now, as I moved into the living room…to the uncomfortable recliner…

…but, I only moved out here cause the kids are having a big pillow fight. And that means, injuries.

Yea, sure, they’re *PILLOWS* for christ sake…but my kids can hurt themselves ((or each other)) with air.

Seriously.

I’ve been thinking of my new website alot lately…I can’t wait until I get it back online. I already mentioned, a few posts down, who was making it for me…I just can’t wait I’m thinking, that hopefully, I’ll be more in the mood to edit photos and such…there’s gonna be a shit load of new work, when it finally gets online…I don’t shoot often, but enough to put up a good amount of new stuff…

I don’t always like to post stuff on DA, because my message center is always behind…and I don’t like not responding to comments and such…and I don’t use my Flickr like, at all…it’s just, for me, well…not DA. I have a few other accounts on other art sites (shadowness, ephotozine, dpchallenge) and I don’t post *anything* there. DA is the only place I put stuff…

it’s really the only place I have interest in.

Oh, ok…for lack of better stuff to write…

A woman I know (and adore very much) had a journal not long ago…I was going to do it at DA as well, but never did…anyway, this is what it was:

((I’m going to quote her journal for a second, to show you the rules…: ))

The rules:

* Never discuss it again.

((the only difference I”m making in the rules, is this isn’t what I’d necessarily *say* to these people…more just thoughts about these people that I’d never ever say most likely))
Mmkay.

Ready?

1.  I wonder if  you’re really as you come off…Personally, I think you’re nothing but bullshit, really. I don’t even *know* you. All I know is what I’ve seen, and I don’t like the fact that you appear to be passing yourself off as something you’re not. You think people are blind…that we don’t see that you’re not what you claim to be…I see it though. I’m not an idiot. I’m not one of the fools. Of course, if you owned up to everything, you wouldn’t be where you are now, would you?

2. You’re an asshole. No words can describe the hatred I feel for you. I don’t know why it is that some people are even allowed to exist.  You…you’re so unbelievable…And not in a good way either. You think we havn’t talked to other people about your impossibleness? We lived with you and your unimaginable fucking violence for 10 years. Christ, words cannot even describe you. Who would believe it anyway? You’re so delusional…nothing, absolutely fucking nothing in the world will ever make you see things the way they really are. You live in your own fucking alcohol induced cunt faced world. Few people know the real you…I hate to say that I’m one of them. Course, all of us here are of the few. We’re the ones who have to live with that…with all that went on. You’re so fucking stupid, you probably think it was a 10 year dream…an alcohol induced coma, if you will.  Fuck off. Fuck off. Fuck off. I don’t even have a strong enough word for what I feel for you. It goes beyond hatred.

3. You, I don’t understand. I should…yet, I don’t. I really loathe many things you do. Maybe I shouldn’t. But I do. I think you’re blind and inconsiderate.

4. I miss you incredibly. I miss what we used to have…the time we spent together…You are my best friend. And yeah, I know we don’t see each other anymore…maybe you’ve moved on to new best friends…I havn’t. I always have the same answer. You. You were my best friend, and you still are…I love you to pieces…but I think you know that

5.  What am I going to do without you? I don’t know how I’ll exist without you. I still have you…but I worry about the day when I won’t. I don’t want that day to ever come. I can’t *not* have you in my life. Who will I talk to? Who will I cry to? Who will understand me when no one else can. Who will talk nonsense with me? Who will make fun of me? Who will I make fun of? I love you. Everyday. And I don’t ever want you to leave me.

6. I don’t feel like I ever got to spend enough time with you. I know one day, we’ll regret that. You’ve seen what I’ve done, you’ve watched me grow…take responsibility. Do you remember when you told me that? “You’re going to have to grow up and take some responsibility now”. Well, I did…and I have…and I continue to do so. And I know you see it. I know you’re proud…I just hope one day, you’ll realize how thankful I am to you.

7 . I don’t want to like you. I don’t want to be admirable of anything you do. But I do…and I am.

argh. I’ll have to finish the others later…I just don’t feel like typing anymore

on another note: I *AM* getting my foundation later tonite!! woooooooooooooo!

I am one of those people.

God, am  I boring at times!

Hmmkay…my internet is being so fucking *slooooooooow* today! Waiting for my pages to load, I completely fucking forgot what I was going to write about.

For starters I guess, I’m thinking of all the stuff I need to get done this month.

I have the girls birthdays’ coming up soon…11-15 & 11-19. Now, that’s cool and all…but, Mike has two days off a week. That is not possibly enough time to get all my shit done that I have to do. ((I don’t drive, so unless he’s here, I can’t get anywhere)) I don’t yet know how Thanksgiving is going…we tend to switch off on who’s going to cook…One year, I’ll do it…the next, my mum…the next, my gramma…Last year, we were at my Nana’s…the year before, my mum did it…so, technically, it’s my turn…

Another yay!

Really. I don’t mind doing it…I find it fun.

The issue? Getting everyone to my house. When it’s my mum’s house, everyone can usually make it…One person ((yes, you know who you are, cause I do believe you’re the only person who reads this)) just won’t come up here…why, I don’t know…

then there’s my stupid dog. Cujo is so fucking hyper-retarded…he’d probably maul my gramma to death…((in a loving way, as the dog isn’t one bit mean))

So, blah. I don’t know how we’re going to do it.

Sundays are always my day to complain…I despise Sundays the way I despise shower scum.

Maybe tho, my day will be highlighted when Mike get’s home from work…He’s ((maybe)) going to finally bring home the foundation for my bed!

I have been a bed frame & foundation short of a bed for almost a year now. I think it was…well, early this year, we bought a new mattress…well, the bed frame we had, had previously not needed a foundation. ((don’t ask why, it’s a stupid story anyway)) So, we just put the new mattress on the old frame whatever thing. Yeah, know what? My mattress ((while it’s a gorgeous, thick, comfy pillow top bitch)) didn’t sit right on it. So, I put up with it for a bit, then just couldn’t take waking up feeling sore. So, I dragged that stupid frame out my front door, down the stairs ((I live on the 2nd floor)) and left it there.

Which, of course, left me with a mattress on my floor.

I did try alternate ways of getting it off the floor…as my husband told me ((numerous times)) ‘patience’ when I’d ask about at least getting a foundation for it.

So, the day has finally come.

Hopefully.

Now, let’s hope it dosn’t take another year to get a fucking frame for it.

I was going to stick some random Sunday morning pictures in here…

but I so don’t feel like editing.

’til later…

Well, not a whole hell of alot.

Ugh! Ok, I know that during pregnancy, your eyesight can turn to shit…

and mine definetly has.

Text is constantly blurry… it’s starting to drive me insane!! Some days, it’s worse than others…

and wtf?

I thought my morning sickness was over…lol! I was *wrong*! Occasionally, I still find myself hurling. I mean, not bad like it used to be, but still quite unpleasant. And it dosn’t come with the all day feeling of ‘ugh…I feel like shit’…I guess I should be thankful.

I tried today to do like, a video blog of sorts…why? Um…why not? Actually, just a reason to do *something*. I kinda have a ton of complaints about alot of shit lately…I think the super-bitch part of pregnancy is setting in.

Oh! And last nite, I felt the baby move!!! That brought a smile to my face

I”m trying to think of a design for a postcard…If you know anything about `Artists for Charity on DeviantArt, you might already know about it…I’d really like to do it…I don’t have any good ideas for it yet tho! “Course, that’s no surprise…

Speaking of DA…I was going through the Rip Reporting forum the other day (that’s about the only forum I *ever* visit) and found this Xanga website …Anyone who remembers the rip journals that circulate journal, if you can remember all the shit about Skyblog and Fotolog…well, this Xanga shit is about the same.

There’s multiple (100’s, actually) sites/users who run “photography” sites. They steal images from DA (sometimes crediting, most times not…save for ‘images from DeviantArt’) They claim ‘I just love these photos so much, I’m sharing them’.

Well, this one site in particular…the chick who’s running it…what a little bitch she is. She claims at times to never ever visit DeviantArt, then, other times says ‘pictures from DeviantArt’ (and she proceeds to name a few DA artists) …then, because an artist from DA commented to her sayingthat she was an art thief, she got all defensive (don’t they always??) threatening ‘I’m going to get a shitload of pictures from DA and not credit ANYONE’.

What a fuck up.

I’ve been through a few pages on that site, and so far, found nothing of mine…however, it’s still infuriating to me the attitude she has. What fucking right does she think she has?

All those people on Xanga who still work from DA, make it a rule, that if you take an image out of their blog, you *MUST* credit *THEM*.

How the fuck does that work?

Credit the thief?

Hey, how about go fuck yourself with a chainsaw?

Does that work for you?

It’s just such bullshit.

Ugh.

mmkay…enough rant for now.

So, I’m trying to change themes…yet, when I do, my blogroll disappears, and using that sidebar widget thing…

lol.

that don’t work.

It still dosn’t show up.

-

I got a new picture up at DA:

And it’s also available as a print.

Oh, and ‘the waiting game’ is now a print as well…you can get it here:
http://www.deviantart.com/print/397737/

Tonite, my husband and I are going on a date
Dinner and a bit of shopping…
Should be fun…
I mean, we havn’t had dinner together in…wow, forever!!

I’ll start keeping up with the blog…

I sorta miss writing whenever I feel like it.

I know I have the blog on myspace, but I don’t really like blogging there…and my journal at DA…well, I don’t like to use that for daily nonsense and stuff…

Well, isn’t it all just nonsense anyway?

*

I’m really excited about my website…I know it’s not opening until January…but nonetheless…

There’s a deviant from DA, you might know him, =SBV and he’s doing my site for me He’s doing up some sweet flash/php stuff…and he’s been sweet enough to even maintain it for me until I understand enough flash stuff to update myself, and with the new baby coming, he’ll be doing it until I have time to do it myself. He’s really going (it seems to me) to great lengths for this…and I so appreciate it. Did I mention he’s doing it for free?? I offered him a print if he wants, but I’m also thinking of buying him maybe a print account as well, if he wants one…

(I havn’t yet mentioned this to him, as I’ve been hemming and hawing about how I can repay him…)

I’ll get on this some more later…

I’ve only been awake for 20 minutes