I just turned 29 in April. For a birthday present, I bought myself a Canon Digital Rebel XSi. I had been wanting one for a few years, and finally talked myself into getting it. I had the extra money and Jesse kind of pushed me over the edge. He asked me what I would do with the money if I didn't spend it on the camera. I could only think of paying my credit card down, and that is no fun. So, I went for it and haven't looked back since. I LOVE MY CAMERA.
That picture is the first picture I took with it. I promise that I am getting better! Although, Gunther knows that his face is the money maker. He knows the way to look at me if he is getting himself into trouble. I mean, it isn't even a great picture, but how could you say no to him?
I also shot guns for the first time. Now, I am a lover and definitely not a fighter. Jesse didn't think it was fair of my to discount all guns having never really shot one. When his friend and him went to shoot one day, I went along to learn. I was very nervous, but Eric (the friend) was very patient and explained things very well. I even hit the target. I thought I did pretty well for my first time. Maybe some of the shooting in video games has been paying off! Don't get me wrong, I don't want to run out and buy my own. But I do look pretty cool.
My friend Leslie posted a random fact about herself, and I thought that would be a fun thing to add to my blogs. My fact is that I am a vegetarian. Most people that know me already know that about me though, so let me give you some background information. My entire life, I remember hating meat. My mother (who will deny this if you ask her) used to make me eat what was on my plate. I remember chewing up the meat, and spitting it back out into my napkin to throw away. I hated sitting there looking at that gross meat knowing I had to eat it. When I turned 13, I finally had enough and said "NO MORE MEAT FOR ME PLEASE." I have had a few bites here and there. Sometimes Jesse will have something that he really likes and I will take a small/minuscule nibble, but that is it. I don't eat fish either. For the record though, I wasn't spitting meat into my napkin for my entire childhood. Once I said no to the meat, my mom was very good about cooking something for every meal that I would be able to eat.
I promise next blog will be better. I am thinking about keeping a notebook with me so I can longhand some blog entries from where ever the mood strikes me. I feel a lot of pressure sitting her and typing as I go.