Printer Woes!

I think I had a dream that I had posted this post, and maybe that's why my posting is behind. Because subconsciously, I had thought I already posted!

Anyway, so after already procrastinating on the invitations, I finally go to print them out, and my printer keeps giving me this bogus "out of paper" error. It's a bogus error because I did have paper in the printer. So I call up customer service, but because my printer is a year and a half old, it's no longer under warranty. (Keep in mind, I hardly use it. Like, under a dozen times I've printed from in in the past year and a half.)

So they give me my options:
Pay a bunch of money to have them diagnose it, additional fees apply if I have it sent in to be repaired.
Pay a larger bunch of money and I can have all my problems for three months diagnosed (or something like that)

I could pay the first amount twice, and get a brand new printer. Plus, I needed one ASAP 'cause my invitations were already late. SO -- my mom gives me an early bridal shower gift: a new printer! YAY!

I'm all excited, I set it up right away and test it out... Only to have it give me an "out of paper" error.

[pause for dramatic effect.]

At this point, I'm freaking out. It wasn't even the same brand printer (after non-quality printers plus lousy customer service, I changed brands.) The only thing I can think of is that it HAS to be me, but at least I could return this one! So I read the instructions carefully again "place paper to the far right." I look, and it's placed to what I had originally, in my haste, determined to be the "right" side. Well, the right side was the wrong side, and I had placed it to the left!

Mission Invitations: Complete.

Oh, how the posts pile up.

I have about 4 different post topics, and everytime I was like "Oh, I could blog about that!" another thing happened and in the little sense of order I have, I felt the need to write them chronologically.

And yes, I'm taking up a whole post to post this pre-post warning.

For the love of BLOG!

Ah,

while I had imagined I would blog more now than ever before, I find myself with nothing to blog about. I haven't taken out my camera in months, probably out of spite. Yes, I love being able to carry around my point and shoot, but I find myself wanting something with a little more creative flexibility, although I know nothing of the sort is in my near future.

At my Aunt's wedding in.. 2002 (?), she had a disposable camera at every table. Alas, they were underused, so I took it upon myself to use up the remaining pictures on the cameras. Probably a couple hundred pictures. I never saw those pictures, but from then on I had dreamed of photography. I went out, and bought a decent digital camera, for the time. This was when digital was just emerging as a common item for one to own, and I was the first out of everyone I knew to have one. This lasted for about a year, then digital became REALLY popular around just about everyone I knew. And EVERYONE was interested in photography. For what became a lack of uniqueness, I backed out of photography.

While being a really good professional photographer would have its benefits, I know that's not in my future, but would still like to learn some decent skills so that I can take pictures of my own kids the way I want without paying like, a million dollars a session, which would refrain from me taking my kids to get their pictures taken which would result in me having mediocre pictures. Run on sentence much? (And yes, I responded to a run on sentence with a sentence fragment.)

And this, my friends, is why I haven't blogged. Because I have no pictures. Because my childhood dreams were crushed. Just kidding. But this is blogging, right? Letting the words form from my mind to my fingers to the keyboard to the screen.

Woah. Form from. Say that ten times fast.

P.S. I totally picked the title for this blog before I even knew what I was (not) writing about. It totally fits though :)

Life...

Hey all!

Its the weird guy that the girl seems to talk about all the time. Lets see, where to start, I really miss her, this new job schedule really doesn't give us much time together, pray God opens doors for both of us so we can be together more often, especially after the wedding, I couldn't imagine barely seeing her. Last Monday, 5/11/09 I had a sleep apnea test, well, I was supposed to, until I passed out and had a seizure. I bring this up for two reasons, one not all of you knew about that, secondly, a week from tomorrow (5/26/09 at 8:30pm) I redo the test, with more trained staff, pray God keeps me calm, and we don't have a repeat attack. Finally, to close our this session of the random guy rant I leave you with a new song I just wrote, please leave your opinion of these lyrics:

Your love is raining over me
It splashes like a river, it renews me
Your love is like a raging fire
it ignites my soul forever, it consumes me
Your love helps me to grow
like an evergreen, it strengthens me
Your love is like the sun in the sky
its my ray of hope, and my song

Compassionate Lord
Teach me Your Word
So I may flourish in Your Kingdom
Compassionate Lord
Lend me Your Word
So I can influence the nations
Compassionate Lord
Show me Your Word
So I can forgive myself
When I fail

Love never stops pursuing
Love persists even when others resist
Love is an action, my motivation
Love is a language, and i'm gonna scream it out loud

Booked!

I am excited to announce that school is OUT FOR THE SUMMER!

But my workload has yet increased. I stared a second job on 5/5 and have been working 45+ hours a week the past two weeks. It's exhausting. I will never understand how people can regularly work 60 hours per week.

Sheesh. I thought I had more to talk about. Oh, here:

I found out today that approximately 30,000 Americans per year experience what is called "Anesthesia Awareness." While they are "under anesthesia" they are somewhat aware of what is going on, ranging from just remembering a few words uttered during surgery to a complete recollection! As in, the patient was completely aware of what was going on while they were being operated on, but they are paralyzed from the anesthesia.

Read one woman's experience here.