Tuesday, March 31, 2009
I couldn't wait any longer!
Last week I was lucky enough to spend a few days helping my dear friend, Golda, around the house and with her new little baby, Bellalina June. It was amazing to be able to spend such a special time in her life and in her baby's life with her. I was also happy to be able to offer a photo session to Golda and her boyfriend, Mike, for their sweet baby girl. I am thrilled with how the portraits turned out and I can't keep them to myself until I'm finished processing them. So, here is a contact sheet of a selection of Bella's portraits. I love them!
Saturday, March 28, 2009
WebCam
FYI--
We now have a webcam and use skype, so anyone else who has and uses the same, we can video chat! Yay!
We now have a webcam and use skype, so anyone else who has and uses the same, we can video chat! Yay!
Monday, March 23, 2009
Pay It Forward
Rules
1. Be one of the first 3 bloggers to leave a comment on this post and you will win a handmade item from me!
2. Winners, you must post this challenge on your blog, meaning you will Pay It Forward, creating a handmade gift for the first 3 bloggers who leave a comment on YOUR post about this giveaway.
3. You have 365 days to make/ship your item which can be in any price range. Remember it’s the spirit and the thought that count!
4. When you receive your gift, blog about it and share the appropriate link love. Don't forget to post your winners and your handmade gifts when you're done, too.
1. Be one of the first 3 bloggers to leave a comment on this post and you will win a handmade item from me!
2. Winners, you must post this challenge on your blog, meaning you will Pay It Forward, creating a handmade gift for the first 3 bloggers who leave a comment on YOUR post about this giveaway.
3. You have 365 days to make/ship your item which can be in any price range. Remember it’s the spirit and the thought that count!
4. When you receive your gift, blog about it and share the appropriate link love. Don't forget to post your winners and your handmade gifts when you're done, too.
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Getting Older Sucks!
It is with great disdain that I inform everyone that I have finally come to terms with the fact that I am, indeed, getting older. Here is how I know:
1.Kevin was watching basketball on TV the other day when it cut to a clip of the bouncing cheerleaders waiving their pom-poms and tossing their bowed and curled ponytails. I asked him if he was, for some odd reason, watching high school basketball. He asked me why on earth I would think he would be doing that and I replied that it was because all of the cheerleaders looked like they were 14. Kevin chuckled and informed me that he was, in fact, watching college ball and that the cheerleaders were all adults. That would have been enough, but he elaborated with, "See, if you are lucky enough to go to college strait out of high school and finish with your bachelor's degree in 4 years, that means these girls are probably in their early 20's. They just look so young to you because you're basically 4 years out of college. You're old, babe."
2. When watching America's Next Top Model I often put myself in the contestant's shoes. What would I do if I were given that challenge? How would I react if they wanted to do that to my hair? What would I do if she said that to me? Of course, all of my answers to these questions are much more rational behaviors than any one of the girls' on ANTM. And then someone on the show makes a comment about the models' ages. Oh, ya. I'm 8 years older than her....that makes sense....
3. I've been looking at some old pictures of myself and noticing how flat my tummy used to be, how smooth my skin used to be, and how perky my chest and butt used to be. Gravity has taken hold and it has an iron grip!
And worst of all....
4. I need to trim my nose hair. Yup. I took a good look in the mirror this morning and realized that the horrid curse on older women is starting to creep upon me. I have hair growing in places that it never did before! Not only do I need to trim my nose hair, I also have a couple of really annoying black hairs that keep growing out of the right side of my chin. Dang it!!!
I once heard a phrase, "youth is wasted on the young." Boy, is that true. If I could rewind time and have my teenage years back (smooth, hairless skin, perkiness, and all) and I knew what I know now, to quote my sister, "I would be awesome!" But I guess that would just be too much awesomeness to handle. So, we trade beauty for experience.
To make myself feel better I took a headshot of myself and then airbrushed the heck out of it! Ha! Take that, father time!
Check out http://www.iheartfaces.blogspot.com for the contest this photo was entered into!
1.Kevin was watching basketball on TV the other day when it cut to a clip of the bouncing cheerleaders waiving their pom-poms and tossing their bowed and curled ponytails. I asked him if he was, for some odd reason, watching high school basketball. He asked me why on earth I would think he would be doing that and I replied that it was because all of the cheerleaders looked like they were 14. Kevin chuckled and informed me that he was, in fact, watching college ball and that the cheerleaders were all adults. That would have been enough, but he elaborated with, "See, if you are lucky enough to go to college strait out of high school and finish with your bachelor's degree in 4 years, that means these girls are probably in their early 20's. They just look so young to you because you're basically 4 years out of college. You're old, babe."
2. When watching America's Next Top Model I often put myself in the contestant's shoes. What would I do if I were given that challenge? How would I react if they wanted to do that to my hair? What would I do if she said that to me? Of course, all of my answers to these questions are much more rational behaviors than any one of the girls' on ANTM. And then someone on the show makes a comment about the models' ages. Oh, ya. I'm 8 years older than her....that makes sense....
3. I've been looking at some old pictures of myself and noticing how flat my tummy used to be, how smooth my skin used to be, and how perky my chest and butt used to be. Gravity has taken hold and it has an iron grip!
And worst of all....
4. I need to trim my nose hair. Yup. I took a good look in the mirror this morning and realized that the horrid curse on older women is starting to creep upon me. I have hair growing in places that it never did before! Not only do I need to trim my nose hair, I also have a couple of really annoying black hairs that keep growing out of the right side of my chin. Dang it!!!
I once heard a phrase, "youth is wasted on the young." Boy, is that true. If I could rewind time and have my teenage years back (smooth, hairless skin, perkiness, and all) and I knew what I know now, to quote my sister, "I would be awesome!" But I guess that would just be too much awesomeness to handle. So, we trade beauty for experience.
To make myself feel better I took a headshot of myself and then airbrushed the heck out of it! Ha! Take that, father time!
Check out http://www.iheartfaces.blogspot.com for the contest this photo was entered into!
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Some more pictures from my crazy week
Sometimes I wonder why I bother writing anything at all. I am such a visual person and most of what I blog are pictures. I do like my captions though...
Me and my sisters, Tera and Audra.
My other dear sister, Rachelle, and cousin, Dalen.
My sweet Aunt Gina and cousin Devon
Devon made these amazing pieces of jewelry from a bunch of my grandmother's old things. Earrings, bracelets, necklaces...it was really special being able to have something of my grandma's and actually be able to wear it because Devon had either fixed it or updated it. Really great!
This is the first time I have ever thought that Anslie and I look alike!
Tera and her cutie-pie Ethan
We met up with my sis, Rachelle, for lunch in Northridge and had an interesting experience, to say the least. The waitress and/or cooks couldn't seem to get Tera's or Rachelle's order right. Our entire table's meal was comped. Because of Red Robin's generosity, I will be a faithful customer...when I have the opportunity to eat there, that is :)
Super Catch Players Extraordinare: We attempted a beach trip when my sister, Tera, was in town. You can see that the weather cooperated with us. We tossed a softball around for a little while, even trying to "strike a model pose" while catching the ball like the contestants on America's Next Top Model have to do with some of their challenges. Yup. We are dorks...but the most fun dorks you'll ever have the pleasure to spend time with.
Little Anslie is starting to overcome her fear of sand. She won't walk on it, but she crawls on it just fine! Oh, and she eats it just fine, too.
Me and my sisters, Tera and Audra.
My other dear sister, Rachelle, and cousin, Dalen.
My sweet Aunt Gina and cousin DevonDevon made these amazing pieces of jewelry from a bunch of my grandmother's old things. Earrings, bracelets, necklaces...it was really special being able to have something of my grandma's and actually be able to wear it because Devon had either fixed it or updated it. Really great!
This is the first time I have ever thought that Anslie and I look alike!
Tera and her cutie-pie EthanWe met up with my sis, Rachelle, for lunch in Northridge and had an interesting experience, to say the least. The waitress and/or cooks couldn't seem to get Tera's or Rachelle's order right. Our entire table's meal was comped. Because of Red Robin's generosity, I will be a faithful customer...when I have the opportunity to eat there, that is :)
Thursday, March 19, 2009
The Most Annoying Parent
Now, I am not claiming to be a saint, or anything, but I sure felt like one at the park today!
Anslie and I were playing in the wood chips on the playground this afternoon when along came Isabel and her daddy. I thought to myself, 'how nice to see a father bringing his daughter to the park,' and I was doubly impressed when I saw that he even brought snacks and milk with him. Way to go dad, right? Wrong.
Dad sits little Isabel down, whom I am guessing is around 3 years old, and picks, and nags, and criticizes everything she does; "Drink your milk, Isabel! Go play on the slides, Isabel! No, you have to finish your yogurt before you can play! Isabel, stop playing in the wood chips- they're dirty! Do this, don't do that, blah blah blah." This all happened within the first 30 seconds of their visit.
Once poor little Isabel finished her yogurt she was off to the jungle gym, with dad's close supervision, of course. "Slow down! Slide down this slide! Don't hang on that! Be careful! Don't stick your head through there! Stop running! Don't crawl-you're not a baby! Come play over here! Take another drink of your milk! You can't do that because you're wearing shorts! Let's build a "casitas" with the wood chips" (that he stearnly reprimanded her for playing with just minutes before).
Anslie is still a little young to be playing hard on the park equipment, but, as her mother, I feel like it's my responsibility to show her how to climb the stairs, slide down the slide, etc. Maybe she will suffer a few bumps and bruises along the way - she'll learn from them and as she grows she will know how to play with the other kids safely and without fear. She needs the exercise and the stimulation and I think it's really nice to have something else to look at besides the four walls of my house. I try to encourage her to explore and be independent and praise her for the discoveries she makes, both on her own and with help. Sometimes I worry that others think that I am "too hands off" or that I am "too uninvolved" because I let her run ahead of me or play on her own. But if being a "good parent" means acting like this guy, I'll take my chances.
I think Isabel and her daddy were only at the park for about 30 minutes and I was really tired of him just in that short period of time. Good luck, Isabel. I hope your mommy balances out your parenting.
Anslie and I were playing in the wood chips on the playground this afternoon when along came Isabel and her daddy. I thought to myself, 'how nice to see a father bringing his daughter to the park,' and I was doubly impressed when I saw that he even brought snacks and milk with him. Way to go dad, right? Wrong.
Dad sits little Isabel down, whom I am guessing is around 3 years old, and picks, and nags, and criticizes everything she does; "Drink your milk, Isabel! Go play on the slides, Isabel! No, you have to finish your yogurt before you can play! Isabel, stop playing in the wood chips- they're dirty! Do this, don't do that, blah blah blah." This all happened within the first 30 seconds of their visit.
Once poor little Isabel finished her yogurt she was off to the jungle gym, with dad's close supervision, of course. "Slow down! Slide down this slide! Don't hang on that! Be careful! Don't stick your head through there! Stop running! Don't crawl-you're not a baby! Come play over here! Take another drink of your milk! You can't do that because you're wearing shorts! Let's build a "casitas" with the wood chips" (that he stearnly reprimanded her for playing with just minutes before).
Anslie is still a little young to be playing hard on the park equipment, but, as her mother, I feel like it's my responsibility to show her how to climb the stairs, slide down the slide, etc. Maybe she will suffer a few bumps and bruises along the way - she'll learn from them and as she grows she will know how to play with the other kids safely and without fear. She needs the exercise and the stimulation and I think it's really nice to have something else to look at besides the four walls of my house. I try to encourage her to explore and be independent and praise her for the discoveries she makes, both on her own and with help. Sometimes I worry that others think that I am "too hands off" or that I am "too uninvolved" because I let her run ahead of me or play on her own. But if being a "good parent" means acting like this guy, I'll take my chances.
I think Isabel and her daddy were only at the park for about 30 minutes and I was really tired of him just in that short period of time. Good luck, Isabel. I hope your mommy balances out your parenting.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
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