I hate when I go through these phases of not posting anything on here. I do love you, my little blog! I wish I was a good enough blogger to post on here everyday, but I'm not. I will freely admit that.

Work has been going well. It's getting better as I get the hang of things. I think in the beginning I was mostly just dissapointed with myself because I wasn't doing everything perfectly and I would have to go back and fix something, or redo it a few times before they were happy. But I'm getting better and not making so many mistakes.

That makes the perfectionist in me smile.

In other news, my trusty D60 has finally met its end. Tear. My little camera was worked until the day it died, the  poor thing. Last week my mom wanted to get some pictures of all the kids together for Father's Day. Thinking my wonderful D60 was in working conditions we brought it along (and dumbly brought only the D60). While my mom directed everyone on where to sit, I began to set up the camera and get everything ready so that all my mom had to do was look in the viewfinder and click the shutter release button. Before I could take more than three pictures, the dreaded "Error. Press Shutter Release Button Again" Screen came on.

Well... dang it.

If you have a Nikon DSLR and this happens to you, start crying and be ready to cough up a lot of money to get it fixed. Just a heads up.

I wasn't really surprised, I'll admit. But I was dissapointed. In order to get the problem fixed, I would have to put more into the camera than it was actually worth. And take away from what I was hoping to spend on a new lens. No thank you. As is recommended by most professional photographers, I wanted to invest in a few quality pieces of glass before I upgraded my body. Right now I only have a kit lens and a portrait lens (50mm). I LOVE LOVE LOVE my portrait lens, but I don't take just portraits, and as I was explaining to my mom, putting a Nikon D60 kit lens (18-55mm) on a super nice new camera (lets say a Nikon D7000 (: ), would be like buying a Mercedes Benz with cloth seats. You just don't do that (sorry all you cloth-seat Mercedes-Benz drivers. But really? You would do that?).

Let's just say this forced my hand into quite a fortuitous situation, in that I bought myself a new camera! And since I found it for a good price (thank you dad for your 10% employee discount at walmart!), I also got a pretty good lens to go with it.

So long story short, I have a new camera! Huzzah!

Since I ordered it on Saturday night I have been tracking the order online religiously... as in probably every two hours... to the point that I knew it would arrive at my house today. I patiently made it all the way through work knowing that I would get it today. My new camera. :) I arrive home and the first place I go is the front door. No package. Lamesauce. Dad's sitting in his office, so I ask him. He informs me that the package did arrive. "WHERE IS IT?!?!?!?!" I'm thinking. Really I just asked "Where is it?"

"Ask mom."

Running over to my parent's room where mother is taking a nap. (It was worth waking the sleeping mother up and risk facing her... irritation.)

"You can't have it."

"What? WHY?!"

"It's not your birthday yet!"

So that is the story of why I have to wait until Friday to get my new camera. Sadness.

But I have a new camera. :) And I'm assuming its beautiful.