I had this really great, fun-filled weekend. But, it would be hard to share it with you now or even remember it all that well later because I didn't photograph it. Why do I do that? I really wanted to photograph the events that happened this weekend and even carried around a camera, but still didn't take photos. On Sunday, I felt really bummed about it. Then I went to my respective Easter celebrations and...didn't take any photos. Shitballs. I'm sure that's what Jesus would want me to say about my lack of photos.
I didn't really make a NME resolution in April because I kind of forgot about it. Now, I'm making a 10 day delayed resolution. I am going to take photos. I'm going to hold onto the guilt and sadness that I had on Sunday morning and use that as a reminder for why taking photos is a good thing. I think I'll make this my monthly resolution until I actually do it. It really sucks having great times with your friends and family and not having any proof. I envy those who have a lot of proof.
2 comments:
You are right! I don't think Jesus would like you talking like that.
It's too bad you don't have pictures of the lovely ham coming out of the oven, while everyone ooohed and aaaaahed. Oh right, that didn't happen.
I think you should have had pictorial evidence of how the zero desserts we had for Easter at 10am on Sunday magically morphed into 4 delicious pies and Rice Krispies birds nests by 1pm. That could be a whole separate blog entry for you.
Love ya,
Mom
I think you should start a blog where you can discuss the Easter dessert situation.
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