Holy Sha-Moly

Okay, so I haven’t blogged in forever. I have been slammed with a thousand things…mostly just trying to wrap up this semester and keep everything else from falling apart at the same time. You know how it is, trying to get semester projects wrapped up while staying on top of regular, weekly assignments.

Bragging for a sec though, I am so on top of it that I’m all but cruising through the next two weeks. No panicking, no stressing, all but the finishing touches on my last semester project to go…and I have a week to do it. I am SOOOO happy. I’m skipping Friday (a workday in Digital Imaging and I’m finished with that final project already—see the huge matted print over there to the right with my hand holding it for scale?), and I might even skip next Monday (the last workday in Documentary Photography) if I get the finishing touches on my Doc project finished tomorrow. I’m an overachiever and a perfectionist…I probably should be ashamed of myself.

But I’m not.

Because I’m usually a procrastinator and this time I worked really hard EARLY.

So I’m going to kick the guilt to the curb.

And then take a nice two week break between Spring & Summer semesters before I get slammed with horrid English. Because I’ve procrastinated as long as possible on taking that class and now it’s time to get it behind me.

Ah well.

Life is good.

God is good-er.

And my grammar better be better than that this summer or I will totally fail horrid English.

Have a lovely night. =))

 

Cheers

Here’s to all the projects that seem like they should be easy. But then they’re not.

My world is FILLED with these projects. But back to that in a minute…

So Easter was nice. The one family picture I managed to get had major glasses glare which bugs the snot out of me, but at least the moment is captured.

Then back to projects that should be simple but then are overwhelmingly not….my last project in Documentary Photography was to get six images that document yourself. I thought…yeah, simple. But then…how do I narrow it down to six?

  

Amazingly NOT simple.

Also not simple, my stinkin semester project in digital. I’ve reshot the thing twice now and still don’t have usable pics. I don’t know why it doesn’t seem to be working. So now I’m flat out refusing to reshoot it again, I’m going to do the same idea but with different stuff that I can shoot in a different location. We’ll see if that fixes it. It should be so simple. Ten images composited into one final image.

I’m not complaining…just noticing how there are so many things that SHOULD be easy.

Oil-based primer is another prime example. (LOL…I crack myself up)

“Just use this Mineral Oil to clean your brushes,” the Lowes lady says.

Thirty minutes and every surface covered in slimy gook later….NOTHING is clean.

Plus, I have windows open and all kinds of fans running and I’m about to pass out on fumes. All I can say is, THIS BETTER BE WORTH IT! If I have paint the PTDQ’s bathroom one more time, I’m going to be tempted to just gut the thing and put a whole new bathroom in there. :) Since that’s not in the budget right now, this crazy sticks to everything primer better do its job and keep the paint on the wall.

Whew.

On that note, I need to get back to work…if I can uncross my eyes long enough to photoshop my project.

Later, mater!

My Achy (but not breaky) Hands

These two hands.....are so tired they can barely move.

They've vacuumed a car, sprayed and wiped the car interior, washed and dried car exterior,  scrubbed/dried/trimmed nails on two giant dogs, painted a concrete wall with dryloc (thick as molasses and equally difficult to spread), washed 4 loads of laundry, chemically treated a concrete floor to prep for paint, mopped those chemicals back up (×3), used a caulk gun to repair 8 miles of concrete crack (FELT LIKE 8 miles anyway--do you know how much hand strength a caulk gun requires?!?!), and cooked supper (so these hands could stuff my face)

.....and that's just the major bits.

My hands--and the rest of me--is ready to collapse right about now. :)

but first...i have to go change the laundry again. 

Auuughhhh

Where's the Advil?