Wednesday, April 18, 2018


As a school photographer, it’s my job to make every student smile. Sometimes that involves making funny faces. Sometimes I have to play a certain song that the student likes to sing so that he’s happy enough to smile. Sometimes I convince a shy little girl that I’m going to send her pretty, smiling picture, to her favorite character. (Kids think it’s amazing that I have Elsa’s email and then tend to want to smile for that.) And sometimes, for the boys, it involves talking about food or video games. One of the very things I don’t want to discuss.

When The X and I were married, about 85% of the aggrivation that came out of my body towards him, was due to video games. He buried himself in them, for days at a time. He wouldn’t sleep. He would eat on his own terms, without the rest of us. I was being ignored, on purpose, and it pissed me off. Now, here I am, in another relationship with someone who loves video games. (Insert eye roll here.)

One of the big video games that kids are playing now, is Fortnite. It’s a game that drops 100 people onto a giant map. The players battle each other, building forts to hide behind. The goal is to be the last one standing. Well, SS has developed some sort of addiction to this game. He has gone from playing XBox once or twice a month, to EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. Because of this game.

I’ll be honest, this doesn’t have me smiling from ear to ear. However, it does allow me to come up with additional conversation starters for those hard to photograph 6th - 8th graders that don’t like to smile. Silver linings.

Tuesday, April 10, 2018

Changing Blog Hosts

When I started putting my thoughts to the keyboard, I created my first blog using Blogger. It was blogging for dummies. A lot like AOL was for the internet. They made it easy, and easy is what I needed since I was just beginning the road to blogging. That was around 2008 or ‘09.

I started by using the actual website to do my posts, but when I discovered there were other applications that you could use, I was intrigued. There were other cool features you could do that the website didn’t allow or offer. So, I’ve been using an outside application to create blog posts all these years.

Over the last few years, I’ve had more and more problems with that application. I believe it’s due to Blogger putting limits and discontinuing certain things, which causes me problems when it comes to posting. This is one of the main reasons I have gone from blogging daily, to once a month. The annoyance is just too much.

I’ve thought about changing to another site, like maybe WordPress or Wix, but after playing around with both for a while several years ago, I ultimately decided it was best to stay where I was comfortable and not change anything.

I’m once again entertaining the idea of changing from Blogger to something else. I have a spreadsheet created that will help me beak down all the things each offers. This should be fun. I’ll let you know how it turns out.

70 floors and 1,000ft above Los Angeles

Every time 'Lil SS or RJ come to visit, we try to find fun, different things to do, because bored teenagers can be irritating and annoying. And get into trouble.
A few weeks ago, when ‘Lil SS was here for Spring Break, we took a drive to Downtown LA. We had been told about this slide on the side of a building, so naturally, we had to check it out.

From atop the US Bank building in Downtown LA.

You had to buy the tickets downstairs before you even went up into the elevator, so you didn’t get to see the actual slide ahead of time. Because I’m the scared, reluctant one in the family when it comes to heights, I opted to not ride the slide. However, once we were up there, I think it might have been cool to experience it. Just to say I’ve done it. Oh well. Here's a video of SS and 'Lil SS riding it.

I have to be honest, the view is really why you go up there. It was 70 floors up (1,000 feet). I haven't had the opportunity to go up that high into a building, so this was awesome. The Empire State building's observation deck is on the 86th floor! Can you imagine??

Until next time....

Friday, March 30, 2018

The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly. Thoughts from my mind.

Sometimes there are things that ramble around in my brain, that I just have to get out. Unfortunately, the person I live with, doesn’t always want to hear all the ramblings. So, I let it all out here.

+ I was taking pictures at a school the other day, and a little girl came up and asked me to retake her picture. When I asked for her name, I was almost knocked over with shock. Here stood a beautiful little 2nd grader, who I hadn’t seen since she was a newborn. I don’t have communication with her parents anymore, because, well, they were Jeffy’s friends, and let’s be honest, I didn’t walk away from that relationship with friends. It really is a small world.

+ Having a weekend off from NASCAR might seem like a great thing, especially since it’s Easter weekend, but some of us feel differently. I mean, we’re only six weeks into the season and I’m not ready to have a weekend off.

+ Teenagers. What is it with teenagers today? They’re so damn rude and disrespectful, it’s absolutely mind numbing. They’re being disrespectful. Stop giving them phone upgrades! They’re rude. Stop allowing them to hang out with the rude friends from which they’re learning. They’re lazy. Stop allowing them to sit and play video games that contribute to the laziness. Make them do chores, it won’t kill them. And be a fucking parent, not their ‘friend’.

+My ex husband has once again turned my son against me. At 17 years old, you’d think the kid would see through the lies his dad tells, but when you’ve had the same person poisoning your mind for 13 years, I guess you just don’t know what else to believe. It’s disgusting of my ex, but typical. Any chance he’s had over the last 20 years to ruin my name, he’s taken it. I knew I should have never allowed him to move my son to Texas. Should have listened to my mother instincts, but allowed another persons voice to overrule my own. And I’ll never make that mistake again. Ever.


Monday, February 19, 2018


I am 39 years old. Last week, I had to buy my first pair of glasses.

My parents both wear glasses. My dad since he was about six, and my mom after her teenage years. My sister started wearing glasses when she was a preteen. I think maybe she was in 6th or 7th grade? Since then, she has always hated the fact that I don’t need them. I would typically just laugh it off, or make fun of her for having to wear them, because, you know, sisters. I suppose that since everyone else in my entire family (aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents, etc.) all wore glasses, she felt it was a bit unfair that I didn’t. I mean, glasses made others call her a geek in school, and the kids weren’t making fun of me for that.

But trust me, they were making fun of me for other reasons. It wasn’t because I was wearing glasses. I had my own struggles. “Dumbo” isn’t exactly what a small little frail girl with thin blonde hair, wanted to be called every day.

For the last few months, I’d noticed that I was having a hard time focusing my eyes on things that were small print. Seeing the tv from the couch, or the road while driving, was not an issue, but when I needed to read a text message that came through, or an article in a magazine, I would struggle to adjust my eyes to that small print. I would try holding the print farther from my face, but then I couldn’t see the little letters. It was beginning to frustrate me so much, that I made the print on my phone bigger, and avoided reading things with small print. I would intentionally hand it to someone else. I mentioned this to someone at work, and she told me to look into getting some reading glasses.

I immediately blew that off thinking I couldn’t possibly need glasses. I hadn’t needed them all these years. What makes someone that doesn’t know me, think they know what I need? She wasn’t a doctor.

Last week when I was shopping at Target, I walked through the pharmacy department and was stopped by the endcap that held reading glasses. It was as if there were huge arrows coming down from the ceiling pointing at this endcap. Was this really happening? Was I really standing there hoping to solve a recent problem I’d been experiencing? I was.

With all the willpower I could muster, I picked a pair off the peg, and put them on. Everything was blurry, until I pulled out my phone.


I couldn’t believe what was happening. I could see the little letters with no problem! It was as if I was looking through a magnifying glass. It was glorious! And relieving.

So, here I sit. I’m 39 years old, and I just bought my first pair of glasses. Here comes 40.