Since I started blogging and posting pictures, I have tried to become a better photographer. ( I use that term lightly when referring to myself, picture taker just didn’t sound right and one who takes pictures, is well, a photographer)

My very first camera was the kind that took the 110 film, it was pink, and you had to move that little thing in order to take the next picture. (see how well I know photography terms) I was doing good if I didn’t get my thumb in the picture. I wish I had some to show you, but many of them were so bad I threw them in the trash. I kinda, sorta gave up the whole “picture taking” thing until we had kids.

Before Audrey was born David went out and bought a nice Nikon camera, if I remember correctly, I was against it because it was too fancy, cost a lot of money, and I knew I’d never learn how to use it. And I didn’t. Just about every picture I took looks awful.

Then we bought a little digital camera, and that’s when I finally started trying to get good shots of the girls. I no longer had to worry about it being a waste of money if I ruined a whole roll of film, I could just delete them.

Since we bought the Nikon my picture taking skills have improved, just a little. Out of about  100 shots, I get maybe 20 that look good and if I’m real lucky, I get a couple that look great. The rest look like this.

I really have no clue what I am doing. It would help if I’d read the manual, but I am lazy and need more of a step by step tutorial with pictures.

And if I knew what caused blurriness in some of the pictures, I’d totally quit doing whatever it is that causes it.

I have found that when I try too hard, the pictures always turn out bad. But when I don’t try as hard, or at all, I end up getting a sweet little shot like this one.

I was in the garage looking for David’s hammer when I ran across this ugly looking thing.

I about had a blame heart attack. At first I wasn’t sure if it was a spider, I was too scared to get near it, sometimes my eyes play tricks on me, so I had my nephew take a look. Yep, it’s a spider. A big, hairy spider. I still have chills.

I am scared of little, bitty wouldn’t hurt a flea spiders. I may have nightmares about this one. It’s totally the whole mouse thing all over. Just as I was getting used to no creatures being in the house, this thing had to show up.

We just had the house sprayed. The guy told me if we had any problems between visits to give him a call. Well, I’d say this is a BIG problem. I’m wondering if I ought to call just to make sure there are no friends down there.

David is at a meeting at the church. My first thought was to call him, but I didn’t know if this would be considered an emergency by him or not. I’m thinking no.

I sprayed it with wasp killer stuff, didn’t matter. The ugly thing kept crawling around. So, I drenched him in WD40. That seemed to work. He is now DEAD underneath a glass waiting for David to get home.

I did use this to scare the girls into picking their clothes off the floor. You never know what might climb up in that big pile of dirty clothes.

I’ll think twice about throwing mine on the floor too.