What to do...

     After I updated my sites and everything else that I had on the interwebs, I have no idea what to do now. Especially here on my blog. I have no idea what to blog about. I could blog about storms again because I have a lot of stories, but I have to wait till I edit and upload the videos. I don't want to bog about myself to much...because that's weird. I could blog about my cats!! Oh...I already did that. I could blog about the games I play. YES!!...No...Maybe. I could blog about my pictures...oh, I already did that too. I could blog about...ummm....see now I can't even think of things to list. I need to think.

Picture 193

On July 21^st, my family had a little get-together and instead of taking picture with the family...I went off by myself.
I noticed a small creek and was like "PICTURE!!!"
So, I went down and studied the area to try and find a spot.
Well, I wasn't alone, my parent where there watching me jump across rocks and what-not.
Anyways, I need a spot that had a clear spot with a rock and no other rocks.
And I didn't have my tripod, so my camera had to be place on a rock and it had to be parallel with me.
Also, it couldn't be far because I only had ten seconds to get to my position.
I need a camera with a remote control. That would be easier.
I found a spot and took this picture.

Of course, I was too close. 

I tried again and this time went farther. Then, my mom wanted me to try it farther down. The other picture is what I got.

For the picture on the right, there was a bridge that I put the camera on and a nicely placed rock.

Once the get-together was done and I was home, I started the editing.

I couldn't pick which one to use, so I edited them both.

I straightened the left one and cropped off a little of the right one.

And I also did my typical color enhancing and playing.

I didn't play around at all. I wanted to make it good and serious.

All I did was add a some contrast to make me standout and added some saturation to make the surroundings pop.

Once all that was done, I looked closer to find the best one.

I finally picked one. To make sure, I had my mom look at the two and she picked the same one.

This was the one we picked. It as hard to get to that spot in ten seconds.

Finally!!

      Look what I got today. It's it pretty with it's colors and stamped signatures. I have been waiting for this for a while. My last day of school was June 1^st, and I didn't know if I passed. We got my report card and I had all the credits needed to pass,but I was still worried! I didn't go to graduation because they didn't pass out diplomas then...and I had a class of 600. They said you can pick up your diplomas in the middle of July. Well, it's the middle, and my dad picked it up. 

     I have had a interesting school experience. It all was great, but then my grades went down in 6^th grade, I got held back in 8^th, changed schools in 10^th, then my grades went up and down until I had just enough to pass and with not detentions...at the school, I transferred to.

     I'm happy. Now I can go to college...if I get the money. People kept telling me to study something with photography, since I like to make pictures if you haven't noticed. I just don't know what to do. I'm probably just going to get a job and not do anything. 

Picture 192

     I don"t really know what to say about this one. This was another old picture that I stumbled upon. I have lots of pictures about clouds. They are so...awesome. This really isn't a good picture though. Here's why I uploaded it. I have about 30 completed picture, old and new, in a folder. I opened it up and had my mom picture one. This is the one she picked. I do have some other cloud picture that I might upload soon....um....that's all I have to say. I like clouds.

Storms

Storms...I love them. There!! Blog post done!!

     I'm just kidding. I do love storms, though. If there is anything on the radar, I'm outside looking for it. Any size of storm will do. From tiny rain blobs to bow-echo lines. I would say supercells too, but where I live we don't get to many of those. The lake kills them off. 
     However, the nice, good boomer storms are normally a line moving east from Chicago. It's the line of storms I have drawn accustom too. They are predicable. They usually don't spawn tornadoes and have gusty winds. They also normally create a gust-front, which is where those winds comes from. 
     Most of my storm experiences are with lines., But I'll talk about those later...when I have the videos uploaded... Like I said, we do get some cells. Not supercells, just cells. And those cells are the most terrifying. One just went through!! It was one of the most terrifying things. The lightning was epic and so was the thunder, and IT HAILED! Some hail, little peas. And one lightning bolt caught me off guard and I RAN inside.
     I made a video about the whole experience. A full twenty-minute video that covers the whole storm. I even have little clips at the beginning about my favorite experiences with cells. The whole video is embedded below. ENJOY!

Flashbacks

      Have you ever done through a bunch of pictures from way back in the day? It's like going through your life. Well, it depends on how old the pictures are. Anyways, I just had this moment. 

On September 12, I will be uploading my 200^th  awesome picture. Now, keep in mind, this count does NOT include holidays or any other special event. It just includes the normal picture that I upload every Wednesday that has a number. 
      Moving on, I was going through all of them. I didn't realize how much things have changed since I uploaded my first one on October 15, 2008. You can tell. Sure, you can tell I got better cameras and then Photoshop for my birthday two years ago, but you can tell things about me that changed. You can see events that I went through, like with pictures 146, 147, and 184. You see me. My school projects, the mood I was in, everything. Every week of me, for the past four years...almost. It's amazing to see how I went from 1, to 77, to 119,  to 125, to 171, to...now. And that's not even the start!... as long as Facebook is around.
      While going through them, I found out that my picture count was off...by one. So, I had to go from 163-up and add one to the number. Also, while going through those pictures, I went through my unedited folder and...edited them. I now have 30 new pictures! Well, some are old ones that I finally found. There are some that are six months to a year old. And if you thought that was epic, I also made FOUR, totally new, Photoshop crazy pictures and the "Making of" blog posts. Here's a "Making of" picture of one of them. The four EPIC ones won't be uploaded until I'm past 200 pictures. It's kind-of like a "kick off a new era thing". Like I did for 100+.
      Well, I just wanted to see if you felt the same way when you look back through your pictures and then went off on my own memories. Remember, better things have yet to come.

Picture 191

     Well, last week I forgot to do a Fourth of July picture. So, I did one this week. 

I found this picture of a flag.

I didn't know what to do. I thought about it and then decided to simple put my face on the flag.
So then I had to make my face. This is what I got.

It's a bit creepy.

(The words on top explains the picture below them. Don't get mixed up.)

I started by selecting my head.

Then I pasted it in...simple.

After that, I played around with were it should go.

Then, I played around with the blend settings.

I didn't like where my head was at, so I moved it again.

Once all that was done, I did some last minute touches and BOOM!! 10 minutes and we have a picture.

Cat Talk

Hey...there is something watching you...I think it's below----v

Well, that's Boots. So don't be afraid. It's Molly you have to worry about. -----v

Look at her. Showing off her claws. She can get evil.

Venus

      Boots and Molly are the only two cats that are around. It's weird because back in the day..we had 23...and a half. There was an extra kitten. (a few of my favorites are on the side.)  Now don't freak out about 23 cats, they weren't at my house. You see, grandmothers like to have that many. And eventually there was to many and they had to take them all to the pound. They got rid of all the ones on the side. The only ones they kept were my cats, Leon and Boots. A little note, Jolly Molly lived at MY house, not my grandparents. 

Gemini and Toby (twins)

     I love cats. I am a cat person. I love it when they are so small and cute. But then...they get older and...evil. Most of the 
23 cats loved me. There were a few social outcasts. But they was one that really just didn't like me. Her name...was Cookie. A year after we got rid of all the other cats, this one wondered onto the patio at my g-parents. I made a video about it. She was a normal wonderful cat. Then...she started to change. I made video about that, too. And then...she snapped. I made a 14 minute video about that situation, but here's what happened. She attacked me....three three times. I only say two times in the video, but she did attack me again after that video was made. And that day, my g-ma was told to go to the nursing home to live. And after that, my brother and his family moved in and they throw Cookie out...literally. She hung around after that for a awhile and then disappeared. 

Scampers

      Anyways, that was the only cat I hated. But then, there was a cat that fascinated me. Here's the back story. Back in 2007, I noticed this cat. Now, all the other cats where gone. And so, it was boring up there. Whenever there was a new cat...I stalked it. And there a few stays that would come and go...but this one stuck around. And since I had nothing else to do at my g-parents, I focused completely on his. I even made a show all about me tracking and watching him. It even had seasons!! 

Cupid (I called him Qubert)

       I know they aren't the best videos out there, but it was a hobby and I was having fun. All I did in season one was watch him. I called him "Bootsy's Father" because he looked and acted just like my cat Boots. Then, in season two, I did even more. I tried to catch him and in the process, I found out that he lived in the neighbors barn and I also gave him a name. I wanted a name that wouldn't go with a cat. A name that sounded old because that's how he looked....Phil. HA! That's what I picked! Anyways, the show continue into a season three. And in that season, I fulfilled my goal. I caught him...three times. Well, the first and second time I didn't do anything, my g-ma did. She bought him in to feed him. He loved her and my g-pa, but he always ran away from me. However!! The third time, that was me. Now really. I asked her to try to get him in again. But it was still my plan!!! Moving on, season three was also the last. 

Patches

     Half way through, my g-pa wasput in the nursing home after a medical issue. And then, in the HOUR LONG series finale, my g-ma went in to. She was the reason I went up there.The show was a side thing. Once she left, there was no one up there, and so there was no reason to go up there. And so, I ended the show. I thought I was never going up there again. But then my brother and his family moved in and I went up there to stay some nights. But that was a month or two later and it wasn't the same. I saw him once. They saw him a few times. He just left during that period of nobody. And my brother never feed him so he had no reason to come back. I haven't seen him in seven months. And now my brother's family has moved out and no ones goes up there at all.  It's kind-of a sad story, but it happens. The good news that I got out of all of that is hat I was able to take my Boots home.

Mittens (Boot's daughter)

Remember my Boots! That first cat you saw when you read this. The top picture!! That's my Boots. She was the first cat I ever had. There was a litter of three and the other were picked so, I was stuck with her. But it's ok. She's the only one left out of that litter. Because one ran away and my brother had to get rid of his because she was being bad. My Boots isn't bad!! Most of the time... Now it's just her and Jolly Molly. I didn't really talk that much about her. Molly is my sister cat. She used to not like me, but now we are getting along great. I don't know what else to say about her. She doesn't do anything except eat, sleep, and be annoying. That's all that Boot's does too. Cat can be very lazy! Well, that's all I have to say right now. Those were just a few experiences that I have had with cats. 
There are a bunch more that I can't remember...

Picture 190

     This is an old photo. I could find or make a better one as of right now. Sometimes there are those days when you can get anything done. When you look at my past pictures you can tell. Some are EPIC and then it has some boring ones, then it get EPIC. Oh well, it happens. This was a night too. So it's a bit grainy. I did get a good stable shot though with no flash and hold the camera up into a car visor mirror. Anyways that's my niece in the background there. I was trying to get me and her, but that slightly didn't work. She is older and much more adorable now...sometimes....after a nap. She seems to like me a lot though. Even though I am mean sometimes. One time I told her no, she got mad, and hit me. So, I just grabbed her arm and stared at her. She started freaking out, but I didn't let go. I just stared......and stared.....It seemed like a long time, but it was only 30 seconds. I let go and she was fine after that. Maybe because she took a nap...Naps are a good way to make a child stop being so...not nice.

Happy B-day, You one Guy

     
      So, through out my years I (some-what) never had any bad feels towards anyone. At least...I think I haven't. I'm a nice person...unless you mess with my family. Once you do something that's not so nice to any one in my family, things get snappy in a flash. 
      Let's paint a picture in your head about a certain...not niceness. Your old. You have a two children. It doesn't matter how old they are. You are a loving a committing parent. Then, one of the children disappears, gets kidnapped, whatever. You don't know if your own child is dead or alive. Continue that for five years. 
     The first two years, you are clueless. You write letters asking he/she to come back, but you don't now what address to send them to. So, you just keep them I a paper bag. Then the third year, some one finally tells you that you child is alive and fine, but he/she won't come back. Then, the fourth year you are confused why he/she ran away and in that same year, you get into a car accident. Your in the hospital, very sick. You ask that Informant to ask your child if he/she would as least come and see you in the hospital. But, he/she doesn't show. On the five year, your health drops fast from the crash. You are once again in the hospital about to die. You ask the Informant one last time to get your child to come and see you before you go. The Informant tell you that you child wants nothing to do with you. You die a slow, heart-broken death after that.
      You leave your husband/wife behind. The one child you have left needs to use money that you put in a trust fund to take care of your wife/husband, but they need the go ahead from your child that ran away. He/she wouldn't talk or contact your last child. So now your wife/husband can't get proper care. Then later on, your wife/husband dies as well. Not from the non-proper care, but from getting really old. And now the child that didn't leave has to clean up the mess that the other one made from all of this. The End. 
      As you can probably tell, there is a person that did all of these things to my family. Well, sort-of. I had to change a few things to make it a relatable story. Basically, you are my 79 year-old grandmother, the Informant is me, and the two kids are my dad and my un......a man named Larry. There are a lot of details about me that I left out. But, I basically saw my SEVENTY-NINE year old grandmother go through most of this. If you did that to my family, things would get ugly. And if you did that to my family and your even in my family and I grew up with you thinking you your the best person ever, things just get serious nasty. My dark side would pop out of me like and alien in the movie Aliens and start rippin' faces! And that's what I did...not literally. I waited until my grandmother died because I was still giving him a chance. Once she left, I kicked him out of my life via an email. I haven't talked since and the last time I show him was on my birthday of that year.
      Larry's birthday reminds me about all of this because he left the year he turned to big five-o, 50. And that is an important time in anyone's life and so it's stuck in my head. So, there we go. I got my rant out. You can go to Larry's personal Facebook page and tell him "Happy B-day" or "Your a loser" or something. But keep it nice. He wrote a book too!! You can buy it for 25 dollars. Be careful though. The book is a little strange. It's basically an autobiography about stories that never happened and misleading events in his life that didn't go the way he says in his book. So, don't get freaked out. And don't get freaked out by his friends on Facebook too. They are all saying "Happy Birthday! The aliens say Hi too!" or something like that...They don't know what he did. They don't know he left his family. They are following his lies like a flock of sheep going off a cliff. Ok. I need to stop. I'm starting to get mean.