New Photographs On camerapocket.net

Head over to
www.camerapocket.net
and go to the 'photography' section and look at the two new set of photographs that were uploaded. AND LEAVE COMMENTS!!! It's no fun coming here and seeing that no one cares enough about me to leave a friggin' comment!
Just kidding... kinda.

Sometimes, You Get What You Pay For...

This past week, LB and I planned to have our engagement pictures taken. My work schedule was different than normal and I was unsure if it would change by the weekend or not, so we tentatively planned with Michael and Mickey Winters for Saturday evening or Sunday morning. Well, Saturday rolled around and I was still on 1st shift (day shift) so we planned for that night. I hadn't had a hair cut in a while and LB kept dropping hints that I needed one... so, as much as I hate the way fresh cut hair looks sometimes, I thought it's better than no cut... I guess. Right after work, I headed over to Super Cuts on Hurstborne and walked in and gave my name. About 10 minutes later, a lady calls my name and says "come on back". We had some small chit chat and she asked me how I wanted my hair cut. I said "the same, only shorter" and she said "thats easy enough". Good. Just sit back and relax in the uncomfortable chair and everything should be just fine. She seemed competent enough to ease my mind about anything going wrong... until she broke out the clippers. She started to trim around my ears... and then, she started to CUT MY BEARD! I said, "WOW! WOW!!! Thats my beard and I didn't ask for you to cut it!" She began to apologize over and over and suggest ways to fix it, but the damage had been done. A gash between my beard and my hair... and we were having out pictures taken that night! I didn't say anything to her until I looked at it in the mirror at the place, but I had my glasses off so I couldn't tell the extent of the damage, but I was scared. I said, "this is funny... my fiance and I are having our engagment pictures taken tonight". She again tried to offer horrible suggestions for fixing it and I kept saying "no, it's ok. I'll try and fix it at home." I paid and left with little conversation after that. I was nice and not rude or anything, but I didn't engage in the usual "I have no idea who you are but your hands are all over my head and hair and I've given you the power to changing my appearance" conversations. On the way home, I called LB and she wasn't as mad as I thought she'd be. I looked in the mirror when I got home and I was not as bad as I had imagined in my head. I could see a sunset photograph on the riverfront, with LB and I lookin sharp and then they close in for a head shot and get my 80's style fade line in my side burn broadside. To end the story, LB said it wasn't bad and Michael and Mickey didn't even notice until I pointed it out. Regardless, beware... because sometimes, you get what you pay for.

Our Apartment

This past week my current roommate and I moved into a new place. The place that Laura and I will live after we get married. The apt complex used to be advertised as "Louisville's Presitegious Adult Community" - aka "unassisted assisted living place" or "old folks home" or the like. It's basically a bunch of old people living in apartments. Now, it's no Highlands area apt or what's slowly becoming the hot spot known as Eagles Eyrie, but I'm learning that it is a great place. Directly below us is a really sweet old lady named Beth who was "just thrilled" to see us move in. Then, Mrs. Posey who lives a few doors down was also quite excited about having some young folks move in. They have taken great pride in their apt's by putting all kinds of potted plants and flowers in what would otherwise be very dull hallways and having welcome rugs all other decorations in front of their doors. This morning Laura left for Oxford for two days and it gave me an oppurtunity to just be at the new place alone and look around a little more. I decided to do laundry and the washer and dryer are conveniently located down in the basement. As I walked into the dark basement room with some storage and the washer and dryer, I noticed all kinds of notes around from "neighbors" to "neighbors". For example, "Gena" was letting everyone know that she wasn't able to do laundry anymore because of all of the steps, so she was having a young girl do it for her and that if anyone saw her not be alarmed because she was helping her out. That was one of many notes all over the place. The place was spotless too. There was a calendar and clock, several tables and chairs with magazines on them, and the lint trap in the dryer was completely empty! All of this was in a windowless storage room down in a basement and it was about the nicest laundry room I've ever been in. This may seem a little random, but I'll take this place over those hip places any day.