Don't Call it a Comeback!

First off, thank you all for sending your sympathy cards, casseroles, and scheming theories about the truth behind the camera. The True Hollywood Story should clear things up for all of you. Until then, you have only my side of the story.

Secondly, I would like to congratulate Mark for taking his debut photo for my blog. After seeing how I sat in the corner and sulked, he thought he would take a picture so I could at least get some relief through blogging. Sweet, eh?

With his motion dectector camera that he uses for hunting, he took this picture of my sweet, little PowerShot A95.

Now, what's a girl to do without her beloved A95? Well, I contacted Canon:

For $100, plus S&H, they could maybe fix it. Maybe.

OR, for $135, they could provide me a new camera (the next model up, they said) if I mail them the A95. The new camera? The (*sparkle, sparkle*) A610!.....only, it's refurbished (not so sparkly).

OR, wait until Christmas to get a new camera, using a disposable for Halloween, Jordan's 2nd, Mark's 30th, and other miscellaneous "things."

The last option was my favorite. Mark agreed, both of us agreeing on the importance of getting a great quality, reliable camera.

So, last night I studied and read up on all the new Canon (I'm loyal) cameras. I went through all of the new "A" series (I would've been happy with the same model if they still sold it), and all of the new "S" series PowerShots. Looking, looking, comparing, comparing...

Then, (dramatic pause) I found her. Oooooh! There she was, not quite an "EOS," and not a simple "Point and Shoot." She was a hybrid mix of lovely qualities with a nice tag.

The (*sparkle, sparkle*) Canon PowerShot S3-IS!!!! (more sparkle, sparkle, sparkle*)

Oh, she was beeauuuutiful. Oh, all the settings! The 12X optical zoom! The 6.0 Mega pixels! The Image Stabilizer! The rotating LCD that was on the A95! The 800 ISO!!!!!!!!!!!

And it's shiny and black, but I'm not all about looks.

I promptly placed it in my bookmarks for Christmas and went to bed with pixels dancing in my head.

This morning, Mark tells me to get it. Yes, it will qualify as my Christmas present, but at least I won't go through separation anxiety for more than required.

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT!

So, after dragging the kids all over the place for the best price on the camera, and finding all the accessories needed for it, here I sit: the S3 on one side, cup of coffee on the other, keyboard under my fingers, and a full, warm belly (mostly due to the celebratory kielbasa, yum!).

So, I give you the baby's first three images in the photoshow at the top.

Now, some unfinished business. What to do with poor little A95? I cannot bring myself to throw it away. I don't know why, I just can't. The CF memory cards were willed to my sister who owns an identical A95. The batteries were just (as I was writting) willed to Dylan's LeapPad toy. I may give what's left of her empty to the boys so they can play pretend. We do that with our old cell phones too.

I mourned for her.
I stripped her down.
I bought a replacement.
I have let her go.
Helloooooooo S3!