Digital vs. Film

 So I bought a new printer today, that has copying and scanning capabilities.  So I decided to scan my wedding photos....

...in the middle of doing that I realized that nobody has prints of candid photos anymore.  The only "REAL" photos people have anymore are either portraits that are taken in a studio, or on location by a pro., or photos taken by pro's of special events, i.e. weddings.

 So is this digital age really that great, cause hey guess what folks, when my motherboard fried back in June or July - it fried my hard drive as well - the one with ALL My photos on it. Thankfully I had uploaded most all of them onto my facebook page.

But photos that Marius had taken of the Restoration of Mississippi's Old State Capital - in which he did all the stucco and plastering work - gone!!

We hired a guy to build him a website, and brought him all the photos, we think he still has the digital copies we gave him, LORD I hope so, cause those photos were irreplaceable, literally!

This is one of the reasons I  miss film camera's - yeah they sucked cause if you took a bad shot, accidentally cut off cousin joe's head then you wasted not just film, but money as well - money on the film and money on the processing.

Too you don't have to worry about over or double exposure with digital - but sometimes that double exposure thing was really cool!

Not to mention that with film - you don't loose resolution.  There are a lot of pro's out there who prefer using film, just because they like quality of the prints it gives.  Granted film advancement has come a LONG way since the old days.

I Love my digital SLR - great for beginner's like me.  The digital helps you not waste film, as you can immediately see your shot, and see how you could improve it.  But, I gotta say though, I'm kinda missing film just for the whole, holding the actual photo in my hand quality!

Inquiring Minds Want To Know....

  So I've been requested to pick up my blog again, which I'm happy to do, only I don't feel like I've got much to say.

Not much has been going on, other than kids in school, getting sick, waiting to get paid, both myself and hubby.

It's been fairly uneventful, apart from fevers and vomiting - which has ceased for the time being.

On the upside, I did make a friend.  One mom of one of the boys in Isabel's Kindgergarten class speaks English.  Her husband is from Canada.  She is headed to Canada this week actually to spend some time with her hubby, then bring him back here to Romania at beginning of December.

She doesn't like Romania, and cannot understand why I'm here - actually a lot of people seem to be curious as to why I, an American with 3 kids (also American) choose to stay here in Romania.

Well I want to keep my family together, yeah, hubby is in Italy, but that is only a stone's throw away and a heck of a lot cheaper than the U.S.

It's not so bad here, yeah there are things that make me want to ram my head through a brick wall - but there are similar things in the U.S. - the idiots in D.C. for starters - from the White House on down to the Admins handling their mornonic schedules!

Got a care package from parental unit last week, which included Hazelnut coffee creamer - seriously, best stuff ever made!  Also included in pkg. was a candy thermometer - about to try my first batch of fudge.....

....so if any of you readers has a good, yet simple recipe, please share - please note that I can't find any type of syrup here, let alone corn syrup.  *note: dad did sent me some Blackburn's Pancake Syrup*  We've had pancakes twice this week.  Of course home-made - no boxed mixes!!!

Would love to go visit hubby in Italia first week of November - the kids will be out of school that week, not sure why, but they will.  However my hubby's family isn't real keen on helping me with the kids.

C'est la vie......
...or something like that.

Winner, Winner, Chicken Dinner

....No I didn't go to Vegas and win a big hand at Black-Jack.

I actually suck  money butt at card playing, even when it's just for toothpicks - God help me if I ever have loads of food stuck between my teeth and the only option to getting a tooth pick depends upon my winning at Texas Hold 'Em or Black Jack!  I'll have a teeth full of food - gross!!!

No, day before yesterday, I came home with the kids from school, and stayed outside with them for a little while, so they could run off some of that pent up energy.

While I'm sitting there watching the kids, and the expression on the faces of the neighbor's kids when they hear me talk - cause I'm an alien, who speaks in funny sounding language!

...seriously, that is how they look at me.  However I'm pretty sure I'm the best looking alien they've ever seen, I mean my skin isn't green or anything.  I'm a non-mutie type o' gal!  They even laugh when I talk, and ask my kids "Ce zic?" (what'd she say?)

So anyway, as I'm sitting there minding my own business (actually trying to mind other people's too, but language barrier sucks), one of the neighbors in the adjoining building starts talking to me.

He's an older guy, wearing a funny wanna-be cowboy type hat, tinted glasses (sort of a rosy/red tint) that happen to blend perfectly with that 'I've got a drinking problem complexion'.  PLUS he's missing teeth.

...don't I feel oh so special?

So he's talking to me, I can't understand him, not just cause of language barrier, but the lack of teeth, compounded with massive quantities of either wine or beer.  Isabel can't understand what he's saying either, and she's fluent in RO!

He keeps invading my personal space (which is one of my pet peeves), and then he asks me how old I am, was shocked to find out I'm over 30, he thought I was like 24 (he did score brownie points there).  He then compliments my blue eyes, and proceeds to tell me his wife is gone, and his kids are in England.

After he's said all this, as well as other stuff, of which I have no clue.  Out comes a couple who just got married Saturday, I believe he was trying to tell me they were leaving for their honeymoon, as he made the international body language sign for 'bedroom wrestling'.

Thankfully my 3 year old son LOVES his mommy, about a minute after this "sign language" took place, Paul runs over to me, wraps himself around my leg looks up at the old man and pointedly tells him:

"Mommy mea! My Mommy!"

I got out of there as quick as possible.  I wasn't scared and didn't feel threatened or anything like that, I actually found it humorous, but as I could smell some sort of alcoholic beverage on his breath, I decided that it would be better if I got the heck out of dodge as quickly as possible lest he start thinking I was enjoying his advances.

So lucky me, I won the "chicken dinner": being hit on by old man with no teeth, stinky breath, in a foreign language!

Now, aren't ya jealous???