A Lucky day

Do you ever have a day where you just go "today is a lucky day"? Well, I'm having one of those days. Now I don't have a lot of days like those, but then, I don't suppose I need them. Perhaps I simply don't have a lot of 'unlucky' days. Anyway, I was at the grocery and they had organic milk. At Meijers! Then I was in the check-out line and the woman in front of me let me go in front of her.

Then I got pulled over for running a red. I really did think the yellow would last longer and I'm not prone to running reds. It was kind of ironic because I was thinking "wow, I'm becoming a real kentuckian...crap, those lights are for me aren't they?" I was, like, 100 yards from my parents' house, too.
Aaaand, he let me off with a warning.
O_o !!!!
Did I mention the cop was kind of cute?

And he let me off with a warning.

"ma'am, do you have any guns or weapons in the vehicle."
"...I don't...know. See, my father's an ARMY chaplain so he may have left one in here."
"...it's ok ma'am."
...
"Ma'am, have you ever had a ticket before?"
"*gulp and squeaky voice* no..."
"well, make sure not to get one."
O_o
"Where were you going by the way?"
"erm...McDonalds?"
"Don't run the red next time, a BigMac isn't worth $150."
"ok. Thank you. *drives off, parks, and bawls in relief*"

I bet I could run in front of traffic today and not get hit. It would have been a good day to invest in the stock market.

I needed a day where things went unexpectedly well. Living has taken on an air of dieing recently.

Cards

Well, it is what it says, pictures of some cards that I've made. I actually made several more but I only remember to take pictures of them, before sending, about half the time.

Not quite a feet fetish

So, I like to take pictures of people's feet. Generally when they're not watching. There are many benefits to this.
For example; I don't have to get their permission, feet tell a lot about people, it's fun and makes me feel like Harriot the Spy, I get some truly interesting shots.
I thought I'd put them up here.
Again, please, no stealing.

Ok, this one needs some editing so there's more cement, less rear ends.
Lol, and now, my own feet:

A Few Flower Pictures I've Edited in PS

I'm still trying to adjust to the program after almost two years of not using it. That and I was using CS before and now I'm using CS4. I think my dodging and burning is still a little iffy, and I'm still getting used to the sharpening and softening. I think they looked edited, rather than as natural as I'd like them to be, but I'm working on that.
*These pictures are mine btw, so, if you like them, please compliment rather than 'borrow'.

The dog always wants me to scratch his butt

It's true. The dog is probably sitting in the back yard thinking about how great it would be if someone would scratch his butt. He has allergies. Yes, butt allergies. We give him this medicine that keeps him from chewing off the fur and skin around his tail but he still wants it scratched, which is gross, cuz it's all bald and stuff.

I'm trying to train the dog some more. He has words and hand motions for sit, lay, and up. And, he knows come and stay though whether or not he follows them is still iffy. If I have something he really wants he'll obey, if I have something he's dying for he's not so cooperative. I'm trying to teach him to shake hands and trying to reinforce some other words that I know he knows. It doesn't help that I'm the only one who trains him but my family seems to be under the impression that dogs understand synonims. Which probably just leads to the poor dog being yelled at and then my family giving up and then I have to practically retrain him every time I come home. *sigh*

They can't grow a garden either.

Presently my sister's devil-cat is staring at my computer and wondering if he walked across it, getting fur all in the gears and...obviously he saw me glaring at him because he's decided to go glare out the front door.

When I say devil-cat what I really mean is hell-spawned-minny-fluffball-devil, aka. The Fluffy Thing. His habbits include shedding on everything, sleeping on people's clothing (see exhibit A) being ugly, rubbing his cold wet nose on my elbow, waking me up with his cold wet nose on my face, howling at my door in the middle of the night, howling next to our heads should we be so unlucky as to leave the door open, and jumping on the stomachs/feet of sleeping humans.

My mother's cat (formerly my sister's cat and once-upon-a-time actually named "baby cat") is 14 and so he's probably sleeping somwhere, probably my parents' bed, or the bed I sleep in. He sleeps a lot.

In the back ground I can hear Buffy crying on the last episode of Btvs S3. My sister, who got her tonsils and adenoids out yesterday is playing it in her room while she types on the computer in the den. Isn't she supposed to be asleep or something? And, I thought she wasn't going to be able to talk. Boy was I wrong! She can even talk loudly on her cell phone at 3 am - apparently the pain meds have acted like caffine. Whyyyyy? Really? She is also starting to look like she has a fever, which is bothering me. She may annoy me, but she's still my sister. She's also got a psycho tempter (just a side note).

The Fluffy Thing is back, and licking my elbow...