Such is life…
Posted on February 28th, 2015 @ 8:50 pm

Either all your friends want you to do stuff or none of them want to do stuff with you.  At this moment, it seems all of them, do. 🙂


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“You better watch out, there’s a stranger in town.”
Posted on February 21st, 2015 @ 11:28 pm

My finished artwork

Last night, I went to Painting with a Twist with a few friends. We painted the Tybee lighthouse. Or in my case, tried to. My painting didn’t come out like the sample, but it came out as a lighthouse. Now that I know how to paint one, I can paint a few others I have seen.

After the painting, we had dinner.  We were talking about how time flies by.  I mentioned I had a time capsule from my junior year of high school that I need to open this year.

I got my time capsule from my dad’s home and brought it over, along with a few other things.  One of the things I found was my 5th grade yearbook.  At the time, we lived on Ft. Bragg.  I scanned a few pages to share with a former fellow student. He had been wanting to see the yearbook.

My have times changed since then!  That yearbook itself is a capsule in a way. I flashed back to being a military brat again.  In fact, I’ve been thinking about it a lot.  If you aren’t the stranger in your class, someone else is bound to be.  I think, as part of being a military brat, I have struggles with being close to people, even my best of friends.  I guess, in the back of my mind, I’m wondering when they will leave me, too.  Back then, we didn’t have the Internet like we did.

Maybe this is why I am still single?  I thought about it today as I listened to “To the Moon and Back” by Savage Garden.  While I know my parents loved me, and loved me a lot, the rest of that song describes me in a way.

Yet, no matter what happened to me in the past, I have to keep going and become more social.  That’s why I did the painting and attended a friend’s child’s birthday party.  It’s why I go to trivia on Thursdays.  It’s why I’m going to trivia on Tuesday.  I need to realize that I am loved and people like me.

Sorry to have gone all Stuart Smalley on this post.  I will say it was nice to reflect on those I have forgotten since middle school. I also found a note from my 5th grade teacher.  Mrs. Hyatt left a note telling me to put my mind to it and I could accomplish anything.  Advice that you don’t pay attention to at age 10, but perfect advice for me at this stage in life.


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Wishing I Were Rich So I Could Afford Film
Posted on February 15th, 2015 @ 11:51 pm

Using the Holga 60mm f/8, Manual Focus Lens.

The other day, I ordered myself a Holga HL-C 60mm f/8 Manual Focus Lens for my DSLR camera. I got it today. I took some test shots with it, including this one.  Yesterday, I also had 3 rolls of Advantix rolls of film scanned to disk, as well as had 2 rolls of 35mm film developed. One roll came from my Canon AE-1.  The other from a cheap camera I bought at the Visitors’ Center downtown 2 years ago.  I was actually impressed by the cheap camera shots that came out.  Much better than the first batch.  It much have been the cheap film.

I just wish I were rich at the moment to afford to order some specialty films and camera and go shooting with them. My mother discourages me from taking photos as a kid because she didn’t want me to waste film.  For Christmas 1996, she did get me an Advantix camera.  I loved it, but I couldn’t find it now, and even if I did, they don’t make film for it any more.  Such a shame.

I can’t wait for the days to get longer again.  I’d love to take my DSLR camera and the Holga lens and go shoot some pictures of the Moon and Ogeechee Rivers with them.

One day, soon I hope, I will get a Holga 120 camera and start shooting with it.  I am sad at the fact that my La Sardina camera is no longer working.  I need to get another one of those, soon.  I loved that camera.


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Bonkers for Bonkers
Posted on February 10th, 2015 @ 12:07 am


I have been craving some grape candy as of later, but I do not want gum. Bonkers is the only candy I can recall that ever got to close to gum without being gum.

I miss Bonkers.


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Going to a Meetup
Posted on February 8th, 2015 @ 8:00 pm

We accept Walkens

My friend, Shannon, has been trying to get me to go to a Meetup.com event. We both realize we need to get out and meet more people. I found the Savannah iPhotography-Mobiography Meetup.  I decided to give it a try and got Shannon to go with me. It’s a new group and only 3 of us came today.  We would love to see a few more people to join the group.  We decided we would tour Bonaventure for the next time.

I think it did us both good to go, because we also talk about the IT field. The 3 of us today are all IT persons. I’ve learned that when I do this stuff, it helps to network. I am not in the search for a new job, but you never know what you can find for someone else.  After we left, I took this photo at the barber shop we ended up parking next to.  Being the geek gals that we are, Shannon and I love it.

Speaking of which, when did Christopher Walken become this awesome dude that people love as we do now?  For my sister, Nicki, and me, it was 1992, when he did his second Saturday Night Live, and a few months later when the “Bad Girl” video was released. We just couldn’t believe the cue card reading we saw that night.

Sorry for the digression. After the meetup, Shannon and I went to  Vinnie Van Go-Go’s. We walked a bit and used our phones to take some photos.  It was a beautiful day and nice to spend with a friend.

I am trying to get out more.  I try to play trivia once a week, wither either Melinda and/or Nicki.  I look for things to do with Shannon.  When schedules permit, I do things with my friend, Gennie, too. I need to break from my shell.  Sometimes, I think I’ve wasted enough time as is.


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“In debentures of quality and dubious integrity”
Posted on February 3rd, 2015 @ 6:33 pm

Before I went to bed last night (which was really earlier this morning), I heard “Runaway Train” on the radio.  I thought back to when I was 14 and made a post on Facebook basically thanking my friend Nina. Back when I was 14, felt awkward & alone. I had braces and wasn’t into most things girls my age back then were interested in.  She made things easier for me and accepted me as I was. Everyone needs a friend like that.

Also popped into my head was the bully I had.  I don’t know if you could call her a bully, but in a way, she was.  She didn’t physically taunt me.  Her bullying came in the form of  snide remarks.

We were in classes in 8th and 9th grade.  One of the things I remember her doing was being livid and having the eyes of a killer when I missed a question for a our team in an 8th grade review group session.  Our history teacher broke us in groups and had a trivia game the day prior to our test.  Winning team got a few bonus points.  Back then, usually, the team that had either me, or my classmate Elizabeth, my equal in all things history and geography, would win.  At the time I missed the question, Elizabeth’s team was in the lead.  At the end of class, my team came from behind and won.  I also remember another time she complained that the randomness of who teams were assigned was unfair because Elizabeth and I ended up on the same team.  There was no way another team would be able to beat us.

These are just the few examples I will bring up.  Overall, she made school hell for me. Instead of singing “At Seventeen,” it would be more like “At Fourteen.”

Nina asked me who she was in the Facebook post, and I answered that she was an officer’s kid. Outside of school, we had no other interaction. This conversation made me thing of the haves and the have nots in junior high.  My junior high was on Ft. Bragg, so your haves in this case were mainly the kids who fathers and mothers were officers.  Most of the kids, or the have nots, were enlisted kids.  Nina and I were enlisted kids.

In the military brat world I grew up in, most of the enlisted kids were cool.  A majority of us did not wear our parents’ ranks on our shoulders.  We were just kids that loved early ’90s hip hop, the Fox network, ice skating, and other teen items.  If our parents could afford something, we’d get it.  Sometimes, you couldn’t because you’d be from a large family and family essentials were more important than a Starter jacket.

The same can apply to many officers’ kids as well.  Some of them never let on that their military sponsor was an officer.  However, a lot of the kids from officers’ homes did.  They were the rich kids of Ft. Bragg.  They could get the latest Starter jacket or whatever the hot item of the week was.  They thought Daddy’s rank meant they could do whatever they could in school.  They could be some of the rudest, meanest kids in class.   My bully fell into this group.

All these later, however, I just look back and pity my bully.  I don’t know what made her mean.  I don’t know if she was raise to wear her father’s rank or what.  I just know she was mean.  She was mean to me.  She was mean to a few other kids.  And even if she’s married and has kids or what, and is the sweetest thing ever now, in 1993, she was mean.  Something led to her being that way.  Whatever it was, it was detrimental to her in some capacity.

However, if she was to come back into my life again, I doubt I would have anything to do with her except for a few polite exchanges.

I will admit, in first grade, I was a bully.  I was the second lowest rung on the totem pole in Catholic school.  Picking on the lowest run girl in class helped me feel better in a way. At age 6/7, you don’t see it as the insecurity that it was. I know that was wrong of me and I’m sorry. I would apologize if I could.  I can’t remember her name. After that year, I think karma caught back to me and I was never the popular girl at the Catholic school.  I wasn’t the popular girl at Ft. Bragg, either.

I would like to give credit where credit is due.  Most people complain about high school, but my classmates in high school were great and nice.  I am contact with many of them still to this day.  They could have been snots as well, but never were.  I was just shy, and based on my history prior to moving to Savannah, between school and my home life, I had trouble being open and allowing them into my life. I wish I could have been more open in high school.

As for the purpose of this post, it’s just a reflection of my life.  It’s an understanding of military brat life.  It’s coming to terms to being bullied and being insecure.


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