Oh, Hai! ‘Amember me?!?!

I kept meaning to write, InternetWebs, honestly I did. But my life? She’s pretty boring right now. Well, not really, but boring to write about. Here, let me give you some bullets before I get to the fun part!

JS and I saw Prince Caspian. Loved it, of course. Not as good as The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe, but I was still completely engrossed in it. It didn’t have the same strength in plot as the first - I didn’t feel the urgency of the story as much. JS felt that there were some visual effects that didn’t quite carry through (ie: at one point Lucy is in the woods, and some birch trees form an archway for her. When she walks down the path, though, the trees aren’t there). But it was very, very pretty and made me want to live in Narnia.
Tonks smelled like the inside of a teenage boy’s gym bag, so I gave her a bath. Now she’s soft and smells like puppy. In a good way.
I finally had an adult conversation with my mom, who, as you’ve no doubt figured from my nonstop prattling on and on about it, hasn’t spoken to me much since the “forsaking of my faith and upbringing to live in sin with my boyfriend” thing. It went….OK, I guess. Better than it has. Mostly, I ended the conversation feeling sad for my mother and the guilt she has over our family’s many issues. Still, though, I only cried a bit and then got over it! GO ME!!!
WORK (oops, caps button, my bad!). Work is totally kicking my ass, and not just me, our whole department. Blah blah boring cakes. We’re understaffed and overworked and I’m waiting for a promotion that is unofficially officially coming in July but in the mean time I’m doing both jobs and I don’t wanna.
My dream life, lately, has been veering into That One Topic I Don’t Really Want To Discuss Any More For, Lo, It Is Still Really Depressing Me Even Though, HI! GET OVER IT ALREADY! But, I guess my subconscious isn’t letting go as easily as my logic is. I keep having dreams about babies and being pregnant.
- (LOOK! SUB-BULLETS!)
- In one, I went to the doctor for a follow up appointment. He lifted my shirt and did an ultrasound, saying everything looked great. I stammered along the lines of “WTF are you talking about, there’s nothing IN THERE to look fine.” He explained that a lot of first pregnancies include a miscarriage, you’re now 6 months along, here are some pamphlets on the birthing process. When I woke from that one, I oh so slowly lifted up the covers to peek at my definitely not 6 month pregnant belly. I knew it was a dream, but I still had to blink back tears as I rubbed my hand across my still flat tummy.
- In another, I had an adorably fat and rolly infant, but people kept taking him away from me. I woke up cradling my pillow.

BUT, in non depressing and slightly more edifying news, I finally busted out Photoshop and played with some of my images (that’s not a euphemism, get your mind out of the gutter, dirty!). JS spent a few minutes with me, explaining the basics, and we’ll probably do more tomorrow. Not that it surprises me, but he’s a great teacher and didn’t smack me upside the head when I said “OK, but how do I make it pretty?”Aaaaand. That brings me to the fun part! Here are my first ever before and after images. I didn’t do a whole lot to change the original, but I’m very happy with the results.

Before: