Jarren played the master chef last night, hoping to be romantic. It was delicious.
We’ve been fighting a lot lately, but hopefully we’re done with that. At least for a while. Work is kicking my ass, my shifts are fairly long, which is good. I mean, I’m learning a lot and makin’ ‘dat cash, I just get a little tired, you know?
(For the record, Loki escaped the night before last, but he’s home now, and cuddling with me.)
Other than all of that, life is good. Rolling at a steady pace and just sort of rockin’ out.
I’m learning new things about my camera every time I pick it up, which is fantastic, and I’ve been thinking about trying to get some of my new stuff looked at by professionals to get a few pointers.
But at the same time I’m starting to think that doing it on my own may be a better way to really hone my skills.
I mean, can you call yourself a photographer, if you are self taught?
A cook?
A dancer?
An actor?
I’m afraid of losing that edge that comes with not knowing all about something. I’m afraid of falling into the, “Well, if someone who knows more about it tells me it’s so, then it must be!” mentality. I think I’ll hold off for a while, and just take a little while longer “not knowing”, and we’ll see what comes from that.
Alright, I’m sitting in the living room, right? And my phone rings. It’s Mom. We talk for a few minutes before she says, “Oh no! My battery is dying. I’ll talk to you later, okay?” We hang up. Two minutes later my phone starts ringing, “Hey, it’s me again. I’m calling from your Dad’s phone.” We talk for a few more minutes until, “What? This one’s dying too. What is it with our phones?” We hang up a second time.
A half hour later my mom’s number is showing up on the display again, “Oh hi. So, we’re at this Thai restaurant and I wanted to know what you made for me when I came up last time.”
Me: Moo grapaow.
Mom: What was that?
Me: *repeats*
Mom: Okay. Well, here. These are the things we have. *she lists a bunch of menu items*
Me: Well, what you’re describing are restaurant style foods, whereas I made you market style.
[insert background chatter]
Me: …uh, Mom?
Mom: Here, just listen to my daughter.
Waiter: Uh…hello?
Me: Oh…hai.
Waiter: …hi.
Me: Okay, so my mom is looking for [insert description].
Waiter: Oh! We have something like that. Just fine, yes, here you go.
Mom: Thanks, dear.
Me: No problem, Mom.
