bells and whistles.

I may be 23, but that does not mean I still can’t get new toys.

It’s just that my toys tend to be a few aisles away from the one that’s exploding with shades of pink and ill-proportioned, blonde-haired, blue-eyed dolls (which are actually available in all God’s colors of the rainbow now that the world is a little more PC than it was in 1993).

My toys are more expensive. They’re sleeker looking. They scream “Buy me before the next cooler version comes out and you look like a total NOOB!” And they claim to be a necessity.

Well, technology companies…you have won! I relinquish the power to my will and give you the authority to tell me what I should and should not buy! And Friday, you told me to upgrade my measly Nikon D60 to this beauty:

Isn’t it stunning? Thank you, loving señor, for this present. You’re a star. And thanks for this:

Because you know that this camera has more bells and whistles than I can count. While I’d rather just pick it up and shoot, señor knows better than to misuse such a fancy pants piece of equipment. He keeps me thinking practically. Again, you’re a star.

After getting to page 20 of 400, though, I was ready to put the camera to work. And what better place than a church ringing with wedding bells and the whistles and shouts of family and friends?! Tabitha and her farmer man got hitched on Saturday.

We were horribly far away and didn’t have the greatest view. But whatevs. I got to annoy people with the loud sound of my camera shutter. And the distance did not at all retract from the beauty of the bride and the loving gaze of her new hubby.

I really should have taken more pictures while I was there. I even had quite a few people ask me if I was the photographer which would have gotten me past anyone had I said yes. Opportunity missed! Next time… As in, next wedding. Not the next time they get married. That’s only happening once. I digress.

Here are a few that I did manage to capture…excuse the mediocre quality. I’m still learning all the settings and nobs on this camera, and I had a standard, boring lens on it. Thanks for your graciousness.

In sum, I’m learning a few things.

1. This camera is smarter than me.

2. My capabilities as a super amateur photographer will only be enhanced if I learn more about photography and this camera. Better camera ≠ better photographer.

3. All those reading this blog have automatically signed themselves up to be my personal models. I’ll be calling you soon.

4. Technology, you are an enticing little scoundrel. And I like it.


the have’s and have not’s

Since it’s Cinco (Cinco Cinco Cinco Cinco) de Mayo, I figured everyone’s probably feeling pretty celebratory. And I am as well, honestly. Not only am I attending a stellar bachelorette party tonight, I’m also celebrating my first blog entry in over a month.

Up top!

In celebration, I thought I’d share what I have and have not been doing since April 1.

I have been eating an unhealthy amount of ice cream. As in, I went to Dairy Queen 3x in a week. As in, I’ve gained 5 pounds in the past 3 months. Oh whoops.

I have not been cooking recently. Housewife fail…

I have been attending bridal showers!

I have not been planning any baby showers for myself. Because I’m not pregnant. Not even a little bit. If you look closely, you can see the fear in my eyes at the idea. Yikes.

I have been admiring señor’s Euro mullet. But was ok to see it die after its short-lived journey. I don’t think Taylor University Financial Aid was ready for that jelly.

He’s handsome. And he’s mine.

I have been taking a lot more pictures with my new lens. Like engagement pictures for this beautiful couple. Dear David and Nicole, You’re cute. Love, Laura.

I have not been taking many pictures with señor as his enthusiasm for such a thing is lacking.

Ahem, exhibit A.

Aaand, exhibit B.

I hope our not yet existent children enjoy pictures a little more than their faja.

And lastly, I have been workin’ my little toosh off at Olive Garden (or Club Italy, as señor calls it).

I have not had a chance to get a picture of me decked out in my sexy tie, tucked in collared shirt, and slip-resistant all black velcro strapped shoes. Maybe next time. Or never. Or you’ll have to paparazzi me at work sometime. Either way, it’s embarrasingly awesome to go out in public dressed like a maitre d’.

So, my hat’s off to April 1 – Cinco de Mayo for teaching me what I’m blessed to have and not have…and that my blog is to no longer be ignored.