An assignment.

You. Yes, you. I am assigning you a project. Oh, I know how much you love researching and looking up things.

I have already assigned Amber with this project, but I need all the help I can get.

My Poppy wants a digital camera for christmas. Now, a digital anything can be more complicated than it needs to be. But this will take special care & consideration.

As most of you know, my Poppy doesn't have a very good mind. He has poor comprehension skills and this camera will need to meet his skills.

So, here is what we are looking for:

Digital Camera.
Ability to view LCD on back.
Battery powered.
Big buttons not too close together.
Megapixels & ISO not a concern.
USB compatible.

Basically, we need a kid camera without the kid price. Keep in mind, purchasing a camera for Forrest Gump.

You'd think this would be easy, but there is so much in terms of digital cameras, it's hard to wade through the details. I need the easiest camera to use.

Post me some links. Let's talk. I need all the help I can get.

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An Assignment.

You. Yes, you. I am assigning you a project. Oh, I know how much you love researching and looking up things.

I have already assigned Amber with this project, but I need all the help I can get.

My Poppy wants a digital camera for christmas. Now, a digital anything can be more complicated than it needs to be. But this will take special care & consideration.

As most of you know, my Poppy doesn't have a very good mind. He has poor comprehension skills and this camera will need to meet his skills.

So, here is what we are looking for:

Digital Camera.
Ability to view LCD on back.
Battery powered.
Big buttons not too close together.
Megapixels & ISO not a concern.
USB compatible.

Basically, we need a kid camera without the kid price. Keep in mind, purchasing a camera for Forrest Gump.

You'd think this would be easy, but there is so much in terms of digital cameras, it's hard to wade through the details. I need the easiest camera to use.

Post me some links. Let's talk. I need all the help I can get.

Sorry to disappoint the boys, but this blog will not include pictures of naked boobs.

When I got approved for my surgery, I asked Becky "will I lose my boobs?" she said "Yeah, some. But you're young, so I doubt it'll be much."

Some. Boy, was she ever wrong.

I have gone from a double D, to a solid B.

It's seriously like going from t-rex to barney.

Yesterday morning, I walked down the hallway in my new size 14 turquoise shirt, adjusting it, I said "does this look okay? it's new." Poppy says "hell yeah..yeah, it looks real pretty." mom says "yeah, is it tight or anything?" "No, it fits fine, except my bra is too big. Not my boobs, my bra." I had it on the tightest notch of my C bra, it's been there for awhile now. Mom said "Yeah, I think we need to go down to a B soon."

I pouted, looking down. I could see my toes, painted black, below. Nothing in my way. No boob to hold down. It has been time for a B since around May, but I kept delaying. Holding on to my C as long as I possibly can.

While I am happy to not have the pain I had with my double D's. I feel like my boobs are getting demoted. They are still firm and solid, no sagging (thankfully), but they keep going down. When I wear a big shirt, I joke with my girlfriends "my boobs are hiding because they are sad."

My hips? Nope. They are not going anywhere.

After coming home from Mike's party, I called my mom into my room to help me get the shirt over my bra. I'm sure the sight of me trying to get myself out of bra-meets-pretty-top was funny.. She said "ya know, you probably could have worn this without a bra."

Never been told that before. Seriously, how bad is it when you can go without a bra but still need a damn tarp to cover your hips?

While I'm happy about a size 14. If my boobs shrink anymore, I will worry about them being mistaken for pimples.

Grrr

Okay, so my car was towed friday because of the brake-lining-vaccum-thing-a-ma-bob. Dude said "Part won't be in til monday." so, we waited all weekend. Got it back yesterday afternoon.

Costed me, $130 for the part. $200 for labor.

I whined a bit to myself because it costed so much.

THEN. THEN. This morning, the gear-shift breaks on my mom while she is getting gas.

She panics. Forgets her own name. Calls me because her minutes are low on her phone. While I put minutes on, she calls Geico. She has to give Geico my work number, because she forgot her own.

Geico called me, tells me that dude who towed us friday will be there soon. I call mom, tell her. She seems to calm down.

I get pissed. Saying "I want everything checked in that car before he gives it back to us. Everything."

We haven't even had it back 24 hours yet! This is ridicilous. I'm pissed! This is crazy. Why do I always have to be the one who fixes everything? Gah.

A moment with '90s retro.

"Here see what's on this.." my mom hands me a burnt cd. Old. In my handwriting, in a green sharpie was written "'90s retro". I ringed it on my finger and walked into the kitchen to get Poppy a spoon.

Five minutes later, I slide the disk into my lap-top. As I listened, my smile would go from outright laughter to shaking my head for sanity. Each track a completely different section of my '90s nostalgia.

I had to of been drunk to make a cd this random. Some of the songs I had completely forgotten about:

Daisy Dukes - 69 Boyz
Things that make ya go "hmmm" - C+C Music Factory
Poison - BelBivDevo
I wanna sex you up - Color Me Badd
The Train - Quad City DJs
The Humpty Dance - Digital Underground
Mmmmbop - Hanson
Here Comes The Hotstepper - Ini Kamoze
The Dope Show - Marilyn Manson
Can't touch this - MC Hammer
Baby got back - Sir Mix-A-Lot
Informer - Snow
Runaway Train -Soul Asylum
Whoom there it is - Tag Team
Waterfalls - TLC
Ice Ice Baby - Vanilla Ice
Wannabe - Spice Girls

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