Passion makes me passionate

I am grooming again and I love it. Why did I stop? FL was seriously a weird time for me. I loved it so much but forgot about some of my biggest passions while letting others waylay and I think that is totally unforgivable. No wonder I started not wanting to be there. Then again, that seems to be how I roll so fuck it. But I can't help but wonder if had I groomed or otherwise worked with dogs, would I still be there? Hmm. I am not still there but I like to cause myself grief for things I have no way of knowing or ever finding out. Tricky really.

I hit that pinnacle moment a little early with the place I am working. You know the one: They realize you can find employment way easier and faster than they can replace you, making you something of a commodity, rendering them incapable of controlling you. That one. I like that one. Not because I am a total d-bag and then run off to torture people with my newly acquired power but because it means I don't have to worry about having my authority issues ruining everything again. In fact, with this place it's never going to be an issue because the woman who bought the grooming shop doesn't even know how to groom. I'm not being uppity here, she seriously just doesn't know how. This ended up being good news in a fucked up kind of way for me though. On top of who the fuck does that, one of her groomers decided life in general was to hard when working and quit and then the lead groomer lost her son so I went from two days a week to about five or six. I feel bad for the women but not that bad. I never even meet the first one so I didn't play a part in her overwhelmed status and I certainly didn't kill anyone. So see? Good news. In a fucked up way. Whoa.

I have been frequenting the bogs again. You knew I would. Since my camera is broken and that makes me beyond sad there won't be any decent pictures for a while. I think it broke the last time I was out with SD taking pictures of him surfing. Not only can I not believe I never posted my favorite pictures of him surfing but I got SMASHED by some waves and as opposed to making sure the camera was safe, I focused more on not drowning. It's fun but super hard taking pictures of someone surfing. You have to be where the waves break and keep yourself steady enough to snap the picture. My camera has rapid fire but it certainly isn't shock proof. Bummer but seriously, check these out:

In this one he is making fun of me because I cheer a lot when being tossed around by waves.


This one just belongs in a surfing magazine.


SD was great about surfing right at me without hitting me. I tried to photo op his buddies but they were to nervous about hitting me and it just didn't go well. I told them I would get out of the way and meant it but they just got all freaked out. But how do you get a decent picture unless you are right there? You don't. Luckily SD's surfing ability and my risk taking ability matched right up for some sweet shots. We even posted them on seaweedmagic.com. For real for reals.