THIS BLOG IS MOVING

I have decided that since i use this blog mostly for photography, i should make a blog name that is more appropriate for it.  from here on out you will find me blogging  here.  This blog that you are reading now is going to be removed.  Thanks to all of you who read this blog- hope to see you at my new address.

Slim.Shaney

Photo Friday- Panoramic Views

Panoramic View(s)

At Emma’s Playground

Emma- Let’s swing, Daddy!

Less than half of the collection of Pez dispensers at 66 Diner

A few shots from Santa Fe National Cemetery…

Memorial Day 2009

How bout some Flamingos?

At the Bosque

Last Night’s Sunset

Under the Montano Bridge

Tree Carved by Man Tree Carved by Nature

Photo Friday

Photo Friday: Author’s choice –  Water, rain, puddles, lakes, rivers, waterfalls, tears ~ you choose!

Water, Baby!

Hi! I’m Emma.  My Daddy said I can host this “Photo Friday”.

Today the  topic is “Water”.

As long as I can remember, I have loved water.

My Mommy and Daddy used to give me baths in the kitchen sink…

Then they got me this really cool Rubber Ducky tub.  I thought that was as good as it gets, until one day…

Me and Daddy were out for a walk.  I could hardly believe my little eyes!!

My Daddy said it was called a “Swimming Pool”.

I was about to find out why Auntie Mel Mel got me this bikini.

My cousins came over to see what I found!

I showed them exactly where it was.

They all jumped in.

My cousin Andrew did a cannonball…

and Matthew slid in carefully.

Then Karalyn plugged her nose and  jumped in…

Mommy and Daddy got me this real neat boat.

I would be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy myself.

Daddy kept taking pictures of me.

IT GOT KINDA OLD!!

But I digress.

I had so much fun, I think I’ll let it slide.

I made a new friend! She had a boat too

After swimming I toweled off

And drip dried a little bit…

I held Auntie Mel Mel’s hand and skipped all the way home!!

It was a good day.

I’m Emma, and I LOVE WATER!

And this concludes my Photo Friday!

Friday 24th July: Slim Shaney’s choice – Panoramic View(s)

Friday 31st July: Author’s choice ~ Lazy, hazy days of Summer …

Photo Friday

A Guided Tour of…

My Sim’s House

I went through some photos hoping to find something worth giving a tour of.  I had many options, but decided that I would let my sim, known as “Sim Shaney” give you a tour of his home.

Hi! I am Sim Shaney.  Welcome to my Home.

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This is my Living Room, Designed by my Sim wife, Angie.

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This is where we watch TV, and visit with company.

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This is our Intergalactic  kitchen.

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And here is our breakfast bar, attatched to the dining area.

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The rest of our house is still under construction, but we still use it.

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This is where the band, who is also my family, practices.  There’s Emma on the guitar, Angie on the drums, Chelsea at the DJ Booth, and Jack on the piano. I play the Bass.

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Whenever we’ve had a rough day, there’s always a nice hot tub waiting for us.

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This is my daughter Chelsea’s Room.

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And this is my daughter Emma’s  room.  Jack’s room is a disaster so we will just skip that.

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All of my kids have their own race cars which occupy my garage.

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This is the master bedroom, which is obviously still under construction.

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HEY!… who let that pic get into the blog?

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In the back yard we have our own skating rink.

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And that’s about all there is to see.  Thank you for visiting!

I’m back!

Hi everyone! I’m finally back on the net. Don’t get too happy; not much has changed around here except Emma’s getting bigger and i’m gaining weight. blaaah! I’m still jobless, and quite frustrated, but at the same time enjoying my days where i get to goof off with my family and play with my daughter. I have had this itch to blog for about the last week or 2 and couldnt find a blog that would actually let me sign in on my phone. My phone has been my source of internet for the past 7 months, and thats fine except i spent a whole lot of time waiting for pages to load and reload. so why am i on the internet now? you ask?… well, my wife’s sister in Virginia decided to be a dear and help us out, so she bought us a cricket broadband usb modem. We didnt think we were gona be able to hook it up til next week cuz we just paid rent and we are broke as a joke, but cricket gives you your first month free. so Woo-Hoooo!! we are back. I will be glad to read all of your blogs again, and I can’t wait for Friday to get here so i can get busy posting for Photo Friday. Hope to hear from everyone soon

Our High School Mascot

The high school i went to was never run by the smartest bunch of individuals… I’m wondering if the class of  ‘61 pulled one over on the administration.  This is the actual Mascot from my high school, from an angle that my communication skills teacher pointed out to me.  I don’t think i ever laughed so hard in my life- and i never forgot about Mr. Bivens for showing me that. A couple years ago i went back to my High school to swipe a couple pix of the statue again. here’s what im talkin about.

Our High School Mascot

FACT: the “wiener” is actually a thumb on the Matador’s left hand.  Do you think they did this on purpose when they were making it? or is was my communication skills teacher a perv?

My Vote

First of all, I would like to say that everything leading up to this Election day has made me want to pull my hair out- I am not happy with the choices we have. In fact, im pretty disgusted with both of em.

First theres Obama who thinks he’s the winner already, and the way things are looking, he could be right.  To me Mr. Obama is exactly what this country does NOT need- sure we need to CHANGE a few things, but i dont think the change he wants to bring is for the good of America.  I think the change he wants to bring is only going to cost Americans tons of money, and God knows i’m barely making it as it is.  I do not like the company he has kept, from Bill Ayers (”I don’t regret setting bombs”) to Jeramiah Wright(“god D*MN america”), to his own wife who hates America the way it is. What exactly is this Change he is gona bring? take our guns away? spread my money around? raise prices on everything? yea nothanx.

on the other side, we have John McCain who runs the dullest, stupidest campaign in the history of America.  I like the man for who he is, and what he did for our country, and he deserves respect for that.  But, ever since he got the republican nomination by default cuz everyone else dropped out of the race, his campaign has left a LOT to be desired, such as running ads that are relivant to this election.  bringing Paris Hilton up in one of his negative ads for Obama was just the beginning of his uber retarded campaign.  it seems he has always been a day late and a dollar short thru the whole campaign, almost as if he wants Obama to win too.  there’s no fire behind this guy hes just… blahhhhhhh, which disturbs me too… what terrorist is gona be afraid of this guy?

My vote goes to Kermit the Frog.

JUST FOR FUN, take your vote and make it into your penis

Happy Birthday Auntie Mel Mel

picking on 7year olds and their grammas

Ok this all starts yesterday evening when i got home from work. I drove home, same as i always do, and when i got to my parking lot, there were 4 kids on thier bicycles. 3 of them took off, and the 4th one was trying to follow. I stopped my car and waited for her to get out of my way, but instead of going foreward, she slowly started drifting towards the Mustang.  I said “watch out!” but she didnt hear me. WATCH OUT! i said a lot louder, but she kept getting closer to my car. “HEY LOOKOUT!!” is this kid fucking deaf? im thinking and then I happened to notice that her bike didnt have anything covering the metal on her handlebars, and i said HEY DONT HIT MY CAR! Thunk! she hit my car. then she goes “oh , darn” and takes off.  I had no idea who this kid is or where she went, but i pulled into my parking spot, got out and looked at the car and sure enough, theres a scratch.  Its not very big, but i dont really like how she said o darn and rode away. I looked around for her and she was nowhere, so i told Angie what happened and she called and talked to the office.  The lady up there said she had an idea who the kid was and where she lived. They also talked about the rules of the apartment complex, and how kids are supposed to be accompanied by adults, keep bikes and skateboards on the sidewalks only, blah blah blah.  We made it a point to be concerned about the kids safety too.

Fast forward to today after work- I caught someone that works in the office and gave a description of the little girl, and he told me who her grandmother is and what apartment she lives in.  He also said that she’s a nice understanding lady and i shouldnt have any problem talking to her. so i went home for a while, collected my thoughts, and went to her door. This little old mexican lady answers the door. i told her who i was and i was there because i think her little girl ran into my car with her bike. She immediately went on the offensive.  When i told her she was riding with 3 other kids she said i have to prove which one hit my car.  When i started telling her anything pretty much she interrupted me with a retarded question, even tho i told her the bike that hit my car was sitting in her living room. basically, i got nowhere except pissed off.  I tried to handle this like a grown up, and look what it got me.  So, I came home, grabbed the phone and called the police to file a formal report.  About 30 minutes later, the police officer shows up, and I told him everything that i just told you.  When he asked what i wanted out of this, i just said someone has to pay to fix it.  Then, i walked over to her apartment with the officer, showed him where she lived, and then i went and hung out back by his car for a few minutes.  While i was standing there, 3 people walk up. A little girl, some old indian lady, and i think like a teenager i dont know i wasnt payin attention to her cuz she didnt talk to me.  The little girl asked why i called the cops on her grandma. i said we just have to take care of some business. Then the old indian lady started asking me a bunch of questions. She had none of the facts straight, and smelled alot like booze. so i told her “dont talk to me, your drunk”. so she wandered over and started talkin to the police man. I was like Yesssss! cuz she was sloshed haha.  Basically after that i went back to my apartment and waited for the officer to come back and tell me what happened.

About 10 minutes later the cop came back to talk to me. He said that he talked to the little girl’s mom, who immediately blew up at the little girl.  She yelled and yelled.  The little girl, who is 7 years old, admitted to the police man that she ran into my car with her bike. She thought the cop was there to arrest her and take her to jail.  (i cant help but chuckle when i think about that). He told me that my best bet was to get some touch up paint and touch it up, cuz they didnt look like they have much money.  Then he advised me not to file a police report because of some “live harmoniously” clause in my lease, filing a police report could get me kicked out of here, so i let that go, but um touch up paint? my ass.  thats not how Dad would do it. somehow, sometime tomorrow, i’m taking it in for an estimate and they will still see the bill.  I would be nicer if things had gone differently.  I think the lesson here is

“Acting as a civil adult only works around other civil adults.” (i wonder what that’s like)

in the middle of all this chaos, my neighbors were having a birthday party for their granddaughter who turned 2 today.  I was outside with Emma getting fresh air, and they started talking to me. then, they offered me Chicharones. (fried pork, for u gringos out there) then, they invited Emma and me over to watch them play pinata.  They even let Emma take a swing! lol and then, after the pinata broke, they gave me a bag of candy. and then they invited me in for cake and to sing happy birthday and even let me stay to watch her open presents lol. She got 1 present, but it was huge!! if she got more after that, i dunno cuz i brought Emma home cuz she was hungry… they sent me home with cake. overall, good day.

Emma’s 9 month old pix

Yesterday Emma turned 9 months old.

heres a few pix for you to steal and pass around.

all ready for Trick or Treat

baby punkin for baby kitty

here kitty kitty kitty