Wow, OK, I can officially no longer poke fun at other people’s spelling errors….

I spelled Lens as Lense??????

::shakes head back and forth while bowing in shame::

And this after posts like this one… http://robneville.net/random/wow-epic-spellcheck-fail/

and this… http://robneville.net/random/honestly-who-doesnt-use-email-anymore/

wow…. humility…..nom, nom, nom….tastes good!

PS no I’m not going to change it as a reminder to myself not to throw rocks in a glass house.

Welcome back!

I was putzing around with Facebook this morning because unlike many of my contacts on there, I really had no photos uploaded. Anyway, here I am, looking through the nearly 1500 photos in my iPhoto library, looking for pictures of me to upload.

You know what I found?

There are less than 20 pictures out of 1500 that I’m in.

I recognize all of the events that are captured, so why am I not included? Oh yeah, I’m the man behind the lense. I’m somehow the family’s designated photographer. It’s OK though, I actually enjoy taking pictures. I’m not quite serious enough to call myself a hobbyist photographer, but I understand the basics of lighting, exposures and shutter speeds – but not enough to want to monkey with any of them manually. I find it more fun to capture interesting lighting and I enjoy framing the shot just so.

But, the side effect of all of this is that I have almost no pictures of me (and about 5-6 of those shots are self-portraits……::sigh::).

OK, if you’ve been following along, I’ve been chatting about my youngest son’s strangeness.

So, I had to work a bit late Friday night and Diane took the kids to the White Trash Feeding Trough…oh sorry, Golden Corral…it’s an all you can eat buffet frequented by folks that really shouldn’t eat all they can eat. I can’t stand the place but my kids love it. Why? Because they have a claw machine that’s easy to win plus they like being in control of what’s on their plate – who cares if the food is sub-standard and a salmonella-fest.

Anyway, apparently there was some guy there doing balloon animals (by the way, how sad is your ?career? of master balloon-animal-dude/clown when the best gig you can get is the freakin’ GC?) and Harrison freaked. He’s 4 so you’d think he’d be OK with this, but the poor little guy was petrified by the balloon animal guy.

This is so priceless…I’m immortalizing all of this stuff that you’d certainly forget by the time they’re teenagers trying to look cool in front of their friends