A Christmas gift for you.

MERRY CHRISTMAS!



A gift for you all, ENJOY!
It's my Dad dancing to Billie Jean, he's wasted.

The crazies are here, and the aintg gonna quit.

Okay, okay, okay. Crazy neighbour rant: Part one.*brace yourself.It started back in April when we had our homecoming party, naturally.

Let me just say for the record, he seemed normal when we met him when him and his girlfriend/wife moved in only a week after us. Nice people, friendly, some what normal. A nice change from the crazies we encountered in Belleville, and at least we knew that our apartment wasn't going to fill up with a curry aroma that we'd carry around with us where ever we would go because it would be embeded in our clothing, that's another rany, another time. ha.

Okay, so we partied, we puked, we play guitar hero all night. I thought that we were relitively quiet in the situation, it was loud but NOT out of control at all. Previous to the party we knocked on there door to tell them of our nights event and to warn them that if things did get loud to kindly inform us and we'd tone it down or take it else where. But I dunno, the would NOT answer the door for whatever reason, maybe not home, or are just avoiding us to get it on or whatever. SO no answer, one time, two times, three times, eventually at the sixth time we concluded that they were not home so gave this place the whats for and threw down. We tried later on in the evening to see if they had just arrived home, and again nothing. A quarter to one rolls around, the night is still young at this point. We are having loads of fun. Jason, for whatever reason, being drunk or the fact that the stair well was FILLED with shoes that he may've tripped on he fell down the stairs putting a human sized hole in the wall at the foot of our stairs. The crazy flies out of his apartment, up our stairs and starts flipping out, I mean understandably so. We ensured him that it would be fixed and that we'd start sending people home. That wasn't good enough he wanted to called the police and then proceeded to try and fight my brother Josh, Brants bro Jed and drunken Jason. Seriously. Like raaaaaaaage ensued over him and he wanted to throw down. His wife-friend came out and dragged him back inside we sent everyone on their was and that was that.
I can understand why he'd be mad, I really do. But trying to fight 3 guys half your age? eff off, rage monster.

I'll be back for part two later. Chirstmas shopping is calling my name, I need to get this done.

Haha, what a fun night.

must....keep....going....

HA. Thought I forgot about this didn't you?(just cause it's cute)

I still have to tell my crazy neighbour story but it's long and I need to scroll it out before I tell it all, it's a good one.

Until then, Photo 003
This was taken in the summer time, M&L, brant and I went to Toronto to see Sloan and The Golden Dogs at The EX. Didn't take too many photos though. This one is cute and I love it. M&L cutely walking to the car at The EX.

Dala-cious.

Yay, it's day 2 and I haven't screwed up my promise, yet. And that's saying a lot.

Photo 002

Dala, a lovely band who opened up for Matthew Good during his solo acoustic tour this past fall. October 30, The Empire Theatre, Belleville, Ontario.

*Tomorrow I will be back with an angry rant about my neighbour and how crazy he has become over the past few months, you'll get a kick out of it, I know it.

"erica's back, alright!"

Bloggin' ain't easy, baby.

So I've decided to begin blogging again, ispiration one, Krista. She is a great blogger, great photographer and great friend. GO KRISTA. Go check out her blog and be amazed!
Maybe it's also something about the winter months and being inspired to write or post photos, or even take photos for that matter.

Getting settled into and out of jobs in my new thing, temp jobs even. Which I'll have you know are BALLS.

While just getting settled into one job nicely leaves me dissapointed to say goodbye and say hello to a new job, a new start and a new goodbye soon to come.

I haven't taken any serious photos since leaving KTW in September, and now that I am working at Sears, taking filthy snotty kids portraits it leaves me tired of the camera, tired of doing the same thing over, over, over and over.

But it's something I should do more, and I plan to. Here's hoping.

Recent-ness:

I recently got some tattoo work done, the canary in September (ish) and the poppy in mid November. Both are memorial pieces, the canary for my BF's Jay's Gramma who recently passed away and the poppy for my Grandpa who we called Popie. I'll be getting more work in the months ahead working on getting the whole arm done, sleeve styles.

In other news:

Lookit what I did to my eye. Pretty sexy eh? We met after a long day/night of barfing my guts out after M&L's house warming party on the 1st. It was barf fest up in this bitch like no ones business. It's pretty hardcore to puke THAT much that your fucking blood vessels in your eye burst, honestly. Children are afraid of me and old people stare at me like I'm the devil, it's very good for my self esteem, HA.

(it started like this...)

(now it looks like this....)

So if all else fails at least I will post a photo a day, and maybe some fun stories like this one, tales of barfing and bloody eyes for your reading pleasure. I'll have to do something REALLY cool this weekend to make up for it, we'll see what happens.

In keeping with my new idea, and hopefully sticking to it, the first official photo of the day.

Photo 001Matthew Good, October 29th, Stages - Kingston, ON