Instacriticism

So I've been obsessed with the iPhone app, instagram, lately. It is an app for photographers or just anyone that wants to post their pictures for all/some to see. If you're friends with me on Facebook then you know that this is right up my alley because I take a redunkulous amount of pictures of my sweet beautiful baby, Evelyn. I know some people on Facebook have probably blocked my posts because it's like babyWorld all the time. Whatever. I think the majority of people enjoy seeing her smiley baby face everyday.
So anyway, it really annoys Justin that I'm on Instagram all of the time because my face is zoned into my phone and I am slow to respond when he asks a question or something. He always complains that I only hear half of what he says and I choose to answer only some of his questions. If you haven't already, read my blog entry, Earmuffs.
Instagram really tightens the earmuffs. There are just millions of pictures of anything you can imagine. I saw today when posting my picture with the tag, #newborn (baby), that some weird woman created an instagram profile dedicated to posting pictures of herself breastfeeding her baby. I'm all about breastfeeding and I did for 5 months, but boobs are still boobs, and wtf??? Wtf? That is so weird and uncool. She is obviously not considering the fact that the majority of her viewers will be creepy breastfeeding fetish men, not fellow breastfeeding mothers wanting to admire her milk bags.
Other things that I see that are just unnecessary are:
-girls who take pictures of themselves in their panties. No matter how artistic you think the photo is, you're still showing the world your panties. (a whore.)
-pictures of your Starbucks cup. Everyone has seen a Starbucks cup before and no one is going to care what a paper cup looks like.
-teenagers trying to be sexy. Teenagers that dress and Act like they are in their 20's but don't realize that when you're actually in your 20'... Well you'll probably look 40 from all of the fake tanning and acne scars from not washing your hooker makeup off at night before bed.
-that's mostly it.. but I'll make sure to rant more when something else bothers me.
Kthxbye.

Baby par-tay/ part-yay!

So, I have been working pretty freaking hard on these birthday party invitations for Evelyn's first birthday. I hope that everyone really looks at them when you get it in the mail next week. I want you to look at it for a solid, silent, 30 seconds. Notice the detail. Notice the sweat, blood, and tears. Actually you won't be receiving the tear stained invitations Bc those are on their way in to the trash after I spend endless hours stamping individual letters to create the details of the party, only to realize I put the wrong date on ALL of them. I have never been so "emo" to say this but that was a total "Fml" moment. F. F. F. FooooooOork ugh.

Dear Evelyn, my tiny big baby,
I think you will love this party. I am sorry it's not a Dora The Explorer party. I know how obsessed you are with that little Mexican girl, but I think this theme I chose will be sweeter and more memorable in the future. I hope that some day you're looking back at your photo album from this party that is happening in a month and think "wow, my mom is a psychopath. She went all out just for little ol' me. I should be very nice and make my bed now and stop playing my futuristic alien hip hop so loud."
I love love love love Evelyn Harper Smith.
Thanks