I lose.
Today was full of all kinds of bizarre retardation --- of course, I had no camera to capture any of it.
First, I'm broke. I spent all my money on new equipment. As a result, I'm still sharing my pickup with my girl. When our schedules don't line up (which they rarely do) I end up rollin' the bus.
On today's bus adventure, the driver ran a red light and ended up taking out 3 cars. I was in a hurry, so I hopped out the back doors and got to walkin'... no time for tom foolery.
Of course, my cameras were all in my office.
So I go about my day, and Jac and I end up needing to run to south Provo for some reason or another... en route, Jac shouts "Holy shit, we need to help that lady!" I had no idea what he was talking about, but when he flipped his u-turn, I saw it --- some lady had tried to jump an iceberg in her jazzy chair, it didn't work, and she was laying face down in the gutter with her chair on top of her. I jumped out of Jac's Jeep and ran back while he parked it...
"Are you okay?!"
Blank stare. Remember, she's cheek to the street. This is funny.
"What can I do?"
Still, no response.
"We need to get you out of the street... is it okay if I move you?"
Her eyes are blinking, she's looking at me, but she's not saying a word.
By now another car had pulled up, and Jac was running up.
Anyway, long story short, she was obviously missing a few crucial mental connections. She just mumbled something about going to D.I. to see her sister, so we picked her up, righted her chair, collected the hundreds of band-aids she'd spilled all over the street, and followed her with our hazards on until she was safely in the D.I. parking lot...
Hilarious in such a non-PC way.
Again, cameras were all in the office.
Anyway...
I lose.
So here's a few unusable shots from last week that have nothing to do with anything.
Scotty. The Bird. Wind.
Laura, goin' for the slasher on the worst pow ever. The sun and wind are bad for fluff.
Scotty has a super-smooth switch back 1. Too bad this one was too small to make a worthwhile shot. Don't worry, though - he's a trooper. He hiked back up and charged it faster, but y'all don't get to see that one yet.
Sheriff Harry S. Truman gettin' down with some soy milk. He's much fatter now.
Indian Larry and an unlucky rodent. I watched him play with this poor guy for an hour before he finally got bored, left him twitching and took off after some birds.
Seymour Monstertruck... notice the cast? At about 6 months old this kid came home with a broken leg... no idea how he did it, but he has an affinity for tall trees. My theory involves him takin' a dive outta the 30 footer in my front yard, because he kept getting stuck in it during the weeks preceding this accident. Anyway, this guy is so sweet (for a killer) that when they heard about it, friends from all over ponied up and doled out almost 2 thousand dollars(!) to help pay for this guy's surgery so he didn't have to deal with gettin' his back leg lopped off. Absolute insanity... it takes a pretty sweet face to pull off a caper like that.
My family, last year's Christmas card photo.
