A little advice.

When you're mad, just shut the hell up. It doesn't help anybody to spit out angry words, which you probably don't mean anyways... and, most likely, a good sleep will show you just that.

Look at yourself first, before pointing fingers. We love to find fault with others. It's in our natures, and right behind our most favorite thing: Thinking we deserve to be treated like we're the best ever. Because we are, right?

Did I mention comfort? We don't do a lot of things we should, because of it.

Instagrams.

http://instaport.me/ lets you download your instagram photos onto your computer. Pretty awesome.

Happenings.

So, I've been working on building my own photography site over at i-m.co. Here's what I have so far: htthttp://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gifp://i-m.co/EllenIngersoll/ELLENRphotography#home It's definitely a rough draft..and I'm going to replace some of the photos, and add much more. Butttt, I think I'm starting to like what I'm seeing.

Wood stain is a pain to get off your skin. My hands are super clean now, and I might have rubbed off an entire layer of old skin in the process. Yum.

I'm kind of looking forward to Halloween this year. Jason and I are going to rent scary movies and eat lots of candy.
Also, I have decided that when it comes to costumes, my kids will hate me. Because, trust me, if we had any...they'd all be little Dwight Shrutes, Ron Swansons, or Napoleon Dynamites.

Blacking out.

A friend of mine got married last weekend, and I was one of her bridesmaids. It was a beautiful wedding, and also unexpectedly exciting. As it so happens, finding yourself sitting down slowly sipping juice during the end of the ceremony is quite exciting. And having at least 4 people rush up to you during the ceremony to see if you're okay is even more exciting. I don't actually remember what all happened, to tell the truth. One moment, there I was...standing there wishing the sermon would end (after 20 minutes of it going strong and showing no signs of stopping), the next moment I found myself somewhat lightheaded, sweating, and grasping at the stage in front of me. The rest of it is a somewhat blurred memory in which I was told to take off my heels, set down into a chair, and told to drink juice (which, apparently, the maid of honor had run down the aisle to get for me). The sermon? It ended very quickly after that. I had people thank me.