(in february i had to replace the distributor and the starter in my car. that is helpful knowledge to have for the rest of this post)
so i really truly have been meaning to purchase a nikon d70. so once the finances were there, ready to be used, last week the car decides “HEY! I DON’T WANNA START UNLESS SOMEONE PUSHES ME AND SOMEONE ELSE POPS THE CLUTCH!” and i cried. i wanted my camera. luckily though, i had a 12 month parts AND labor warrenty. which was good. yet scary. since it didn’t last 12 months the first time, why should it the second?
anyway. get the car back. don’t buy the camera because i was waiting on a reply from the person i wanted to buy from and started to second guess spending the money on the camera vs the car. two days later, which was this past saturday night, i mentally decided to spend the money on the camera, but the car decides to crap out again and have a nice odometer possession and cough and spit and sputter and then not start again (meaning a failed distributor.) finally i was told about 10 minutes ago that it was the distributor, no warrenty since it was a junkyard find (this experience has caused me to not trust junkyard parts now, unless i am planning on selling the car FAST) and after $310 of parts and labor, my car shall work again.
so a slightly longer wait and i will finally own my nikon d70.
and it’s not like i am complaining… really, this is a minor inconvenience, especially compared to one friend whose child ended up in the hospital with meningitis and a $43,000 bill, or my other friend whose husband will probably go to iraq in november. i can wait a little longer for a stinkin’ camera and a car that works.
yesterday was my wife’s birthday…(happy birthday!)
michelle turned 26. and in the midst of her birthday she got a “call” from CorrespondenceART magazine that they’re going to be publishing a card she made in their upcoming issue of the magazine! glossy print and everything!
quite the birthday present.
i’ll let you know when it “hits” news stands, because I do not know if a local readery (drew word probably not real) actually recieves the magazine or not, and i’m sure there will be family type people that will want a copy. so people like jessica and jim and those far off, may be recruited to pick up a couple…
to explain… because i guess i’m horrible at it right at this moment, michelle submitted a card she hand made, and i cannot link to because of *publishing*, thru a submission service(scrapsubmit), to this magazine for their consideration for an upcoming issue. they chose the card from whomeverknows how many and are going to publish it. She’s submitted multiple other cards, scrapbook layouts, and items for scrapbooking, so we’ll see if anything else gets picked up too… 
not something i am planning to do or anything. but quite an interesting thing. for those of you who are ignorant of this like i was thich quang duc is the monk who, in 1963, did this in response to the oppression buddhists were receiving in vietnam due largely in part to the freaky first lady of vietnam at the time who was clinging to catholicism and was fine and dandy with the “monk barbeque”. why didn’t i learn about this in school ever? oh. because NONE of my history classes ever got past WWI. (not saying they would have mentioned this event, but i’ll give them the benefit of the doubt)
and yes, i have seen the cover of the first RATM album. how was i supposed to know that is what the picture is of?
my weeks, it appears, have been flying by at a rate of speed that most drivers would be ticketed for. here we are nearly to the *middle* and the 4th of july…
summer is a time for outdoor fun, family reunions and food poisoning.
that’s right food poisoning.
we all know someone who says, after feeling slightly off, “i must have gotten food poisoning from lunch i feel horrible” or “wow i just ate a whopper and got sick, must’ve been food poisoning”. well, that’s not exactly how it works. at least not in my case. i had a cheeseburger from the place that morgan spurlock documentarized.
pretty much exactly 4 hours after consuming a cheeseburger deluxe, the average time for staphylocci infections the most common food poisoning, to take root, i was stricken. i use the word stricken because it felt like someone had stabbed me in the abdomen with a hot knife. i doubled over in pain, and i’ll spare you the rest of the details, but let’s say my evening was ruined. thank’s Ronald McDonald… You’re the best!
