I curse all of you...
After reading about so many of you catching colds and the flu I've recently gotten what I can only describe as a fuzzy head. I don't tend to get overly sick but this is still quite annoying. I've been smashing the snooze button on my alarm and hating my job (which I love)... quick coworker check... aaand we're good. Anyways I've just noticed that I actually CAN play games, write a blog AND post in a group all at the same time. Which I'm pretty proud of... I'm not sure why.
I may have found even more motivation for getting my camera and all of my equipment. There was a card in a bridal shop I was in for a photographer. I decided to pick it up and see my local competition. Maybe give them a call heck I might even ask if they would mind a shadow photographer. Then I flip it over. My thumb on one end covering a nice portion of the card I proceed to pet the lettering they have on the card... it was some of the fuzzy pop out junk they use to give cards texture... come on. Then I move my thumb and BOOM I was back in high school with the dork kid I mentored during our journalist classes... that punk.
Oh and yes... that is the end of this blog.
After reading about so many of you catching colds and the flu I've recently gotten what I can only describe as a fuzzy head. I don't tend to get overly sick but this is still quite annoying. I've been smashing the snooze button on my alarm and hating my job (which I love)... quick coworker check... aaand we're good. Anyways I've just noticed that I actually CAN play games, write a blog AND post in a group all at the same time. Which I'm pretty proud of... I'm not sure why.
I may have found even more motivation for getting my camera and all of my equipment. There was a card in a bridal shop I was in for a photographer. I decided to pick it up and see my local competition. Maybe give them a call heck I might even ask if they would mind a shadow photographer. Then I flip it over. My thumb on one end covering a nice portion of the card I proceed to pet the lettering they have on the card... it was some of the fuzzy pop out junk they use to give cards texture... come on. Then I move my thumb and BOOM I was back in high school with the dork kid I mentored during our journalist classes... that punk.
Oh and yes... that is the end of this blog.