Monday, October 27, 2008

Naive, strict, old-fashioned, out of touch - what am I?

I liked how I was raised. I think my parents did a great job and I turned out pretty well. My parents weren't perfect & made plenty of mistakes, but they let me explore my surroundings & gave me a stable foundation in which to build my life. So, I learned from their mistakes, but I try to raise Trinity with the same values I was raised.

However, DH & I seem to be the only ones who subscribe to our parenting style. Not that this bothers me, but I'm wondering if I'm out of touch with how children are raised today. For example, we expect Trinity to have table manners, well actually, manners in general. We follow through with what we say, so if she is misbehaving and we tell her 'x' will happen if she doesn't stop, then 'x' happens. Not sometimes, but every time. We expect her to be quiet during church and not run in stores. She has to hold our hand to cross the street & she only watches age appropriate TV & movies.

It is the TV & movie rule that seems to be criticized the most. My SIL sees nothing wrong with letting her 3 1/2 year old watch Harry Potter & the Order of the Phoenix. My good friend lets her 7 year old watch Star Wars, Doctor Who, Harry Potter, Indiana Jones, etc. I won't even allow Trinity to watch Hannah Montana, because I think high school issues are meant for an older demographic than an almost 5 year old. I don't think the humor in shows like "Back in the Barnyard" & SpongeBob are appropriate for her age either.

So, am I just old-fashioned, out of touch or too strict? I know that I am comfortable with my parenting style & I have no plans to change anything, but I am interested in knowing if I am the only parent who feels this way.

Monday, October 20, 2008

I survived Vegas, pretty much.

Vegas was a blast, for the most part. The flights were fine. I met some new cool people & I got about a months worth of walking in. I slept very little & it caught up with me Saturday night. The rest of the girls went out clubbing Saturday evening, but I went back to the condo after dinner, because I knew I had overextended myself on Friday. Well, after everyone left I got ready for bed, and after lying down I started violently vomiting. I think in the end I slept less than the girls, because I was so unbelievably ill. I managed to get through the flight home without being sick, and I even slept a little. Once I got home, it was another story. I am so grateful for the PICC line, because I think it is the only thing that saved me from a hospital stay. I slept from 3pm on Sunday until 7am Monday waking for an hour to attempt dinner (& promptly throw it back up). I feel much better today and ate an apple for breakfast & some lunch. I can tell I'm still dehydrated, so I may do three bags of fluid today to get myself totally back to normal.

When I'm feeling a bit more normal, I will post some Vegas pictures. We had so much fun!

Friday, October 10, 2008

I'm going to Vegas

I've had this trip planned for several months, but it has always seemed so far away and now I'm leaving in less than a week. How did that happen? Where did the time go?

DH's cousin is getting married, so I sort of put the idea in her head that she needed a Vegas bachelorette party. Okay, maybe I just needed to go to a Vegas bachelorette party, but that was before I got knocked up. Obviously my initial plan of partying like a single girl in Vegas isn't going to happen now & I'm okay with that, but I'm still looking forward to the trip. I adore DH's cousin & her sister (who is also coming). DH's sister lives in a suburb of Vegas, so I get to see my niece (& my SIL & BIL) which I am excited about. I don't know the other girls going, but I'm sure they are tons of fun. We plan on going to the 'Thunder from Down Under' show on Friday night and one of my favorite Italian restaurants on Saturday. I know I will have to pull out of a couple of the activities, but hopefully everyone understands.

Of course I've been in a panic for two days because my SIL is one of the most stylish people I know & so is DH's cousin. I have no clothes that fit or are appropriate for Vegas nightlife. I guess I will survive or I'll just go naked. That's okay in Vegas right?

I will post all about it after the trip as I'm trying to get by without dragging the laptop with me. I really want to travel as light as possible.

Monday, October 6, 2008

Our daughter's first solo adventure

Sunday started as any other Sunday - up early, breakfast, church, Home Depot, lunch, nap, etc. Little did we know that our evening was going to be far from routine. First, we discovered our upper cabinets had to come out in one piece, so we had to call in favors for people to rush over and help us remove them. We are trying to reuse our cabinets, so we wanted to take them out gently. Second, I developed a clot in my PICC catheter so I had to run to the emergency room to have it de-clotted. Right before I headed to the ER Trinity asked if she could play outside, but since I was leaving and DH was in the kitchen, I said 'no'. DH then yells from the kitchen that he let her do it on Saturday while I was at work. *sigh* Okay, I caved and said fine assuming DH & Trinity had worked out some kind of arrangement. I'm waiting in the ER, which is pretty busy, when DH comes rushing in, looks around and runs out again. Uh, what the hell, I am thinking. So I have a friend of mine who is keeping me company when it dawns on me that Trinity must be missing. I can think of no other reason for his behavior. She leaves to help him search and I'm stuck in the stupid waiting room of the ER unable to do anything.

Turns out in the end that Trinity had asked if she could push her baby in her stroller on the sidewalk. DH had said yes, assuming she meant the sidewalk in front of our house. However, she decided to take her baby for a walk on the sidewalk on the busy street at the end of our block. Then, she apparently decided it would be fun to visit the park. The park is about 1/2 a mile from our house and involves crossing one of the top 5 busiest streets in our town. DH found her and she spent the rest of the evening sitting in the recliner. She is also unable to play outside for a few days at all and after that she must be supervised. She also had her TV priviledges taken away for last night and today until bed.

I'd love to be able to say 'I told you so.', but DH was so freaked by the whole incident I just don't have the heart. The bigger problem I see is that while she understood she was in trouble, she doesn't actually seem to think she did anything wrong. I have to admit that this worries me. We have always told her she cannot cross the street without an adult and we still enforce holding our hands when crossing streets, driveways & parking lots. When asked about why she thought it was okay to cross the street, her response was "But I thought I was old enough to cross by myself."

Call me crazy, but I see lots of gray hair in my future.

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

I'm finally back

I have been feeling pretty miserable lately & typing does not help. I've had a PICC line for almost 2 weeks and it has helped. I am able to give myself IV treatments at home or at the studio. So it helps me stay hydrated and I still get to be productive - woohoo!

Trinity is back at Montessori and doing well. I have kept her teachers apprised of what is going on at home, so if she has any behavioral issues or anything at school, her teachers know what is going on. So far everything is good. She is such a trooper through all this chaos of me being sick. We heard the baby's heartbeat for the first time in the ER. Trinity was with & she thought it was pretty cool. We are letting her come to the 20 week ultrasound and she is excited for that.

Today is construction (destruction) day 1. We are gutting our kitchen. We've hated our kitchen since we moved into this house 8 years ago, but there have been so many other projects that needed to get done, so the kitchen got dropped to the bottom of the to do list. Well, now it has made its way to the top. On top of gutting the kitchen and completely changing the layout, we are replacing all the plumbing and moving the laundry room from the basement to the second floor where all the bedrooms are. We are also going to gut the upstairs bathroom, but that will be more of a winter/spring project. DH is doing most of the work himself. This is good and bad. He is very talented and able to do the work, however, he isn't always the most motivated. We have several projects in various stages of 'doneness' around the house. We've picked out the new flooring and paint. I have an idea of what I want for lighting, we are keeping our existing appliances, since they are only a couple years old. DH & I still have to agree on cabinet hardware, a faucet & sink. We have it narrowed down to either a concrete countertop or we found this awesome granite tile today that I want most desperately. DH is crunching numbers to see which is in our budget.

So, lots of stuff going on. I am starting to get more energy, so hopefully I will get caught up at the studio and be able to post more often. I feel like I've been neglecting all of my friends. I hope to be better. And hopefully next time I will have pictures of my torn up kitchen.

Monday, August 25, 2008

Exaggeration versus Lying

Trinity loves pretend play. She loves to dress up as a ballerina and dance around the house or put on a cowboy hat & boots and pretend she's in a rodeo. She pretends to be a singer, a basketball player, a volleyball player, a princess, the list is quite endless. While in the pretend mode, she will often say she is giving dance lessons or teaching someone what she is doing. She loves to put on concerts and parades. While I love seeing her be creative and using her imagination I've begun to worry lately. Sometimes her pretend play leaks into reality. We will be out at Home Depot or the grocery store & she will be dancing around and someone will ask her if she is in dance & she'll state emphatically "Oh yes, I love taking my dance lessons." Except she has never taken a dance lesson in her life. Or while she is watching Michael Phelps win multiple gold medals state "I am a better swimmer than he is. I could beat him." She has been taking swim lessons for a month & has yet to swim without their flotation devices. She also claims in public that she is a wonderful horse rider and she takes singing/guitar/piano lessons. She has ridden a horse once at a fair where it went in a circle & she has never taken a music lesson in her short life. I know that part of this is her age (she's 4 1/2), but at what point do I correct her and tell her that actually what she is doing is lying. I don't want to embarrass her in public, but I also don't want people getting the wrong information. How much of this is normal and how much should I be concerned about? I'd love to get opinions from all of you. Thanks.

Saturday, August 23, 2008

Pop/Soda/Soft drinks/Carbonated beverages

I'm not sure what you call them in your area of the globe, but I'm talking about Coke, Pepsi & all the in between carbonated, sweetened and most of the time caffeinated beverages that most people consume. I dislike these drinks overall and generally consume them on rare occasions. People find this odd, because I also dislike water, but that is a post for another day. Why am I blogging about my dislike of soft drinks? Because for some reason it seems the only beverage that does not make me queasy right now. WTF??? I would think this would be bad enough, but no, it gets worse (at least in my mind). When I have a soft drink I tend to be a Pepsi or Pepsi product drinker or an A & W root beer fan (I make an exception for root beer floats - yum!). I don't think there is a nastier product on the market than Mountain Dew and Coke & any diet products come a very close second. Why am I telling you this, because for some reason my beverage of choice at the moment is Cherry Coke. I gravitate towards it at restaurants, when we do eat out these days I choose restaurants that I know serve Cherry Coke - basically, I am a Cherry Coke addict. I am hoping this phase does not last long, because I don't think I can handle the long term affects on my body. And, please no comments on how I shouldn't be drinking caffeine while pregnant, because I've gotten the okay from my doctor and right now we are just concerned about getting any fluids at all in me.

Wednesday, August 20, 2008


I hate guilt. I think it is a wasted emotion for the most part. I really try to own my actions so I live a pretty guilt-free life. However, I am currently feeling some guilt. Because I have been feeling so crappy and when I'm not feeling crappy I am so freaking tired I've been *neglecting* the physical needs of my husband. He hasn't been pressuring me and he even tells me it is okay. But I'm not an idiot, I see he is having a difficult time. The problem is that with Trinity I'm pretty sure we only had sex once while we were pregnant and he went like 6 months without sex. I would prefer not to have a similar situation this time. This is why I hate guilt, you cannot win. ARGH!!!!

Saturday, August 16, 2008

Rough week

I've been a little out of touch and I apologize for that. This week was a bit rough. I have been very nauseous lately, but keeping it under control with the Zofran and Zantac. However Wednesday I took the Zofran in the morning as usual and then promptly threw up. There was some blood in my vomit, but when I talked to the phone nurse she didn't seem concerned. It happened again on Thursday & the nurse didn't seem concerned again when I called. Friday I was unable to keep anything down, but since when I had called it hadn't been 24 hours they told me I was supposed to wait. Didn't keep anything down all day on Friday and all morning today. I didn't dare go for fluids this morning, because I had a wedding today and I couldn't risk being late. So, Mike shot my wedding today while I stood (sat) around looking pathetic. Immediately after finishing the wedding Mike dropped me at the ER & I got two bags of fluids & some IV Zofran. I had a great nurse & doctor & I was out in less than 2 hours. I'm trying to eat something now, then I'm going to bed.

Wednesday, August 6, 2008

I am SO lucky.

Lucky that I have a phenomenal doctor. I love my doctor. He isn't perfect and I've had my issues with him over the years, but overall I think he's one of the best. He takes me seriously and listens to me when I have concerns. For instance, the hyperemesis gravidum (HG) has hit hard today. I've noticed this time around that my stomach acid is high when I feel my sickest. So, I logically thought that maybe Zantac would help. I called the phone nurse and after patronizing me and telling me I'm putting my baby in danger by even thinking of taking Zantac in the first trimester she agreed to talk to my doctor. I admit that I didn't have much faith in hearing from her again. However, she did talk to my doctor and she had to call me back eating crow and tell me that my doctor told me to 'absolutely try Zantac if I feel it will help'. As I said I love my doctor, because I feel better already.

Tuesday, August 5, 2008

He is far from broken, but he's getting fixed. . .

DH that is. Considering that this pregnancy was a great big giant OOPS and I really don't want that to happen again I suggested (okay, really I just flat out told him) that he needs to go get fixed. Shockingly, he seems a bit put off by this idea. He spouts something about his manhood and needles and knives or something, but I couldn't hear him clearly as I was heaving my guts out at that moment. When I pointed out that for him it was an outpatient procedure with little to no risk involved, he responded with "Well, since they are already going to be in there, can't they just tie you up?" UH, say what was that? Who are 'they'? and Where are 'they' going to be? Does he really not remember the first time, where I pushed a few times and out came a crying bundle of energy. Do I not remember him there next to me encouraging me even as I puked on the nurses shoes? I don't remember 'them' with their little prospector hats going mining for the baby. Maybe I was a little out of it, but I'm pretty sure I'd remember someone climbing in my vagina screaming "Hey, since we're in here, is there anything you'd like us to do? There's a baby in here, would you like us to push that out? Maybe dust the shelves, put away the dishes, clean up a bit? Tie something off? Whatever, we're in here." I think for that statement alone he should get snipped.

Monday, August 4, 2008

I don't have to be excited.

Trinity is excited enough for EVERYONE! In my wildest imagination I could not have fathomed just how excited she is. She wants to know every detail and has even asked if she can go to the doctor with me. She wants to know how big it is and where it will sleep and the name. She has become ultra-protective of me, too. My SIL, who lived with us when Trinity was little, was teasing me and Trinity just flipped out, screaming "Don't say that to my Mom, you will hurt the baby's feelings."
Everyone seems happy for us, but since I'm since not quite to the excited stage, people were looking at me weird all day yesterday. I'm sorry that I find it hard to get excited about something I NEVER WANTED TO DO AGAIN. I am excited about the baby, just not about being pregnant. Give me a few more weeks and if I'm not puking 10 times a day, then maybe I might lighten up a bit - maybe.

Saturday, August 2, 2008

And the ultrasound said . . .

Little blob is due March 24, 2009. I want to thank all of you for your support and encouragement. I also want to thank you for not thinking I'm a basket case because I'm having a hard time getting excited about being pregnant. The ultrasound went well and little blob's heartbeat was around 155 and implanted in a great spot, so they said my risk of miscarriage at this point is very low. We still haven't told anyone, although I think we are going to tell family tomorrow. Trinity has been at my sister's and we go get her tomorrow morning, then we have a family BBQ at the in-law's because DH's sister & family is home from Vegas.
I'll make sure I let you know how telling the family goes. After all look at your reaction and you didn't have me telling you personally "Never, never, never, never again." Yep, looking forward to that one.

Thursday, July 31, 2008

Today we find out.

Today is our dating ultrasound. We find out how far along we are and our due date. For some unexplained reason I'm very nervous. I had a thought flitter through my head yesterday that this is twins, maybe that is why I'm nervous. I'm not sure I could handle that news, being pregnant is enough of a shock.
DH has admitted to being excited. I had to admit I wasn't there yet. I'm still not. Is that bad or wrong? Maybe it has to do with our history of miscarriage or that I know what is to come in the form of all things pukey. I just can't get past terrified right now. I thought by admitting it to the cyber-world that I would be forcing myself past that, but it didn't work. I'm scared to death.
Early Monday morning I was in the ER for fluids & then I was in OB again Monday afternoon for more fluids for a total of 3 bags of fluid. This before we even have a due date.
Did I mention that my blood pressure has been high this week? Yep, I've never had high blood pressure in my life, but now I'm so freaked my pressure is rising.
I may have to break out the Thai Chi DVD just to calm my ass down.

Deep breath . . . in . . . out . . .

Thursday, July 24, 2008

Psst, psst . . . I have a secret . . .

And it is HUGE! But I know I can trust all of you, because you don't know any of my real life friends and if you do I know you won't say anything, because that just isn't who you are. I can trust you, right?!?! This is big, well bigger than big, you may want to sit down.

You see, here's the secret . . . I'm pregnant. Yep, that's right I'm with child, knocked up, having a baby. I know we thought we were done, too, but obviously someone had other ideas. We are still in shock, but no one had a heart attack, so we are leaning towards "We're happy." We are not at "We're thrilled." yet, but this hit us out of no where.

Here's a little background for those of you who don't know my history:
I hated being pregnant. I was sick the entire time and was on the second highest dosage of Zofran they can give. The Zofran made it so I wasn't throwing up all day, but I was still queasy. I had so many IV treatments that I had to have a PIC line put in so they wouldn't have to give me IV's in my feet. To make things worse, Trinity was breach for most of the pregnancy and was using my gall bladder as a pillow. They thought that there was a chance I would have to have surgery removing my gall bladder after I gave birth. Thankfully that didn't happen. Overall, I was miserable the entire pregnancy.

So, from very early on in Trinity's pregnancy I made sure everyone knew I was having an only child. You couldn't pay me enough to be pregnant again, yet here we are and absolutely no money has changed hands. Okay that isn't entirely true, because the pharmacy now has the majority of my money & by the time this pregnancy is over I'm sure they will own my house, too. (Zofran is EXPENSIVE!).

Starting last year I've been having unusually long cycles. One was 6 months last year and this year it was 3 1/2 months, but I don't deal well with hormonal birth control, so that was out as an option. We've been using protection, but apparently not enough. I started feeling like AF was showing last week, but nothing. Yesterday I had to run down to the drug store for some paper towels for the studio & some voice in the back of my head said "Something is off in your body, you should test." So I bought a test, peed on a stick, fell off the toilet (I hadn't finished peeing when the positive showed up) and promptly called the clinic. I have a history of miscarriage, so I always have a blood test done. My hcg levels are 2713 & I go in for a dating ultrasound next week. We aren't telling anyone, because of our history of miscarriage, the fact that we are still in shock so 'congratulations' seems hollow, and because we have no freaking idea when we are due.

So, there it is, our secret & it is a whopper isn't it. Now I know it is hard to keep a secret, but I must insist on you not telling ANYONE. After all, what if my family found out - eep!

Monday, July 7, 2008

I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm SO VERY SORRY!

I didn't realize I had abandoned you for so long. Where did the time go? Oy, I must get myself more organized. I'm sorry loyal readers. I really have nothing planned for today's post, so how about I give you an update as to what is new in the life of Neda.

You all know about the new baby. Have I mentioned how much I love him? He is so sweet! My sister (Grandma) finally got to see him over the weekend. They are going to be the world's best grandparents. I loved watching them. My nephew & niece-in-law are borrowing a few more baby things, so I have them convinced to come get them, so I can do the 'official' newborn photos. I'm so excited.

My sister, brother-in-law, niece, nephew, niece-in-law, great nephew & sister's MIL came down to watch our ski show on the 4th. It was interesting considering I haven't skied since before Trinity was born. My sister had never seen me ski before. I managed to get all my moves in, but failed in staying dry. I biffed both my landings. It was a beautiful day, though.

Our 4th was pretty mellow. We had the ski show, then had a few people over & grilled. Our town has an awesome fireworks display every year. They shoot them off over the lake and they last over 30 minutes. This year I think was 40 minutes long. The bugs weren't bad and Trinity wasn't too squirmy. We got home & Mike entertained our guests while I put Trinity to bed, then I fell asleep almost right afterwards. I was so tired.

Saturday I had a wedding that was so much fun. This group was so easy to work with. I'm downloading their pictures right now & I can't wait to start editing them.

Sunday we had a BBQ at my nephew's house. It was so nice to just hang out, eat and talk. Trinity was playing frisbee (she's better than me) with her cousins (who are 30 & 28) and the dog. I've never heard her laugh so much. After the BBQ we stopped at another friends house and hung out there until it was time to head home.

All in all in was an awesome weekend where I got nothing accomplished, but I'm so glad Monday is here. I love order & structure & routine. Trinity thrives on it, so our lives are so much easier during the week.

I've been busy with pictures and editing pictures, so I apologize again for neglecting you. I'll try to be better. And I'll try to get some photos up soon.

Friday, June 27, 2008

Favorite Friday

This was taken this morning. Aidan is 6 wks old & his dad served in Iraq with my nephew (who coincidently had his baby this past Tuesday).

Thursday, June 26, 2008

Introducing. . .

Justin Ray Braulik

and my most favorite picture of Justin & Trinity:
My sister hasn't been able to see him yet as she lives 5 hours away and they don't have much freedom in flexible scheduling, so she is very jealous that I've seen her grandson first. I'm going to see him again tomorrow, so I'll get more pictures. Hopefully with my nephew & his wife in them. I have some awesome ideas I want to try. He's so perfect.

Wednesday, June 25, 2008


I'M A GREAT AUNT! I'm so excited, my nephew & his wife had their baby yesterday. Justin Ray weighed in at 7 lbs 3.3 oz and was 21 3/4" long. Trinity & I are headed over to the hospital today to see everyone & of course take pictures. I can't wait! Life is good.

Sorry I've been neglecting the blog, but wedding season has me so freaking busy I barely have time to pee. It should slow down a little over the next couple weeks. So, I'll be back. Make sure you check in tomorrow to see pictures of my new great-nephew.

I can't believe my sister is a grandmother. Life is awesome.

Friday, June 13, 2008

50 Things About Me

50 Things about me

1. I am child #6 of 7 (but only 6 of us are still alive).
2. I am the only one without a common name (Gary, Lucy, John, Brian, Neda & Paul).
3. My Dad named me (My name means "Sunday's Child" & I was born on a Sunday).
4. My favorite color is purple.
5. I'm addicted to Mob Wars on Facebook. It is the only reason I'm on there.
6. I love my job.
7. I have my Bachelor's degree in Economics w/a minor in Sociology.
8. Until after college I was never interested in photography.
9. Trinity is named after The Matrix.
10. I have two cats named Misha and Ralph.
11. My oldest nephew is 4 years younger than me and expecting his first child any day.
12. I hate cleaning & I am bad at it, too, therefore my house is usually not clean
13. My mom & my sister were pregnant at the same time w/my sister delivering first.
14. I love picking paint colors & I'm really good at it.
15. My husband banned me from buying black clothes once, because that is all I wore.
16. I hated, hated, hated being pregnant.
17. Sometimes I think I want another child.
18. Most of the time I think I don't want another child.
19. Occasionally I don't want the child that I have.
20. My husband & I met because he was my college professor.
21. We were both dating other people when we started dating.
22. We didn't start dating until 3 years after I was his student.
23. I like to blog, but rarely have anything interesting to say.
24. I dislike the majority of my family.
25. I have size 6 1/2 feet.
26. I cannot sleep without blankets no matter how hot it is.
27. I'm convinced I'm going to die from my car driving into a lake.
28. I live right next to a lake.
29. I cannot eat yogurt with a metal spoon. It makes me gag.
30. I freak out if anyone puts their hand around the front of my neck.
31. My ex-boyfriend used to measure my hair before and after a haircut to make sure I didn't get too much cut off.
32. I love my house. It was built in 1896.
33. I love planning remodel projects, but I don't actually want to do the work.
34. I'm not very fashionable.
35. I love formal dresses and own 5 formal black dresses that have only been worn once.
36. I rarely drink water.
37. I mostly drink white chocolate caramel cappaccino.
38. My favorite fruit is watermelon.
39. I dislike all cooked vegetables except corn.
40. I love raw, fresh from the garden vegetables.
41. In the winter I only shave my legs when I have to wear a dress.
42. I would make a horrible stay-at-home-mom.
43. I hate taking baths.
44. I wear long sleeves even in the summer.
45. I'm very unorganized.
46. I like watching TV.
47. My favorite movies are Diggstown, Eddie & 10 Things I Hate About You.
48. My go-to comfort food is barbeque potato chips & Top the Tater dip.
49. I've never been on my honeymoon.
50. I've never taken a vacation that didn't involve seeing family.

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

The only bad thing about weddings.

Is that they take up an entire week of time afterwards to edit the photos. Considering that I've been doing one wedding a weekend, I just don't have time for much else, including my blog. I have so much I want to talk about, but I feel guilty blogging when I should be editing pictures.

I will tell you a little story about this past weekends wedding, though. Then I really need to get back to work.

The wedding was beautiful and everything was going exactly as planned. Everyone was happy, the families were wonderful, the best men cooperative. The weather was threatening rain, and we were scheduled to go to the golf course after the wedding to take some pictures, but to insure some outside pictures we snuck some in posed in front of the church. These turned out very nice even though the guys almost melted. After the ceremony it still wasn't raining, so we headed to the golf course. As we were taking the last photo the tornado sirens sound. We all hop in our vehicles and race to the reception one town over. We arrive at the reception and start getting the important pictures taken when the power to the entire town goes out. After about 10 minutes the reception site gets onto generator power. We finish pictures and my assistant and I are debating whether to wait out the storm or make a mad dash home (we are 45 minutes south of home). We decide to make a mad dash and take off. We drive west and almost drive into the path of 5 tornadoes on the ground. We decide to head south (opposite direction we need to go) to try to skirt around the storm cell. It works and soon we are cruising along until we hit another tornado on the ground that passes within a mile of us. We never stopped, because I just wanted to get home. We managed to stay safe and after we returned to normal weather closer to home we kicked ourselves for not taking pictures of the storm. Oh well, we were mostly concerned about staying alive. Anyway, that is the excitement of last weeks wedding. Oh, and it ended up being a good thing we left, because the town we were in flooded and no one could leave about 3 hours after we left.

Friday, June 6, 2008

Favorite Friday

Here is my favorite Friday post (on time even!). This is from last Saturday's wedding. I really want to clone this bride's mother, because she was AWESOME to work with, and the bride's Dad had me laughing all day. This couple is so wonderful to work with.
This photo is from the first time he saw her that day.
Can't you just feel the love he has for her. It was such an emotional day. Everyone cried at least once. I hope this weekend is as much fun.
I have a feeling Favorite Friday is going to be a bit wedding heavy these next few weeks, because I'm shooting a lot of weddings right now. I hope you don't mind. Have a great weekend everyone.

Wednesday, June 4, 2008

What am I missing here?

A little over a year ago I needed to write a business plan. I had no idea what the heck I was doing so I started my research. I read books, scoured the internet and asked every business owner I came into contact with what they did. At the end of a month I still had no idea what the heck I was doing. Enter the Small Business Economic Development Center, a non-profit organization that has volunteers who know what they are doing to help small business owners in all stages. I was very fortunate to be paired with a retired bank president who had seen & written numerous business plans in his career (score me!).
Since it has been a year since I've written the plan, I thought a little review was in order, so I called to make an appointment to review said business plan & financial statements. Here is a snippet of our meeting:

Retired Bank President: "I see here you didn't take a salary last year & you haven't taken one to date this year."

Me: "I didn't make enough money last year to take a salary. And this year I'm still trying to play catch up from last year, so there is still no money to take."

RBP: "You know you need to take a salary or the banks won't take you seriously."

Me: "Because the fact that I've been working my tail off for the last year isn't serious enough?"

RBP: "The banks won't take your figures seriously during a loan review if you don't show a salary."

Me: "Wouldn't they rather I give them the money or pay my rent than put it back in my pocket."

RBP: "They will not think you are a serious business if you don't pay yourself. I mean no one works for free."

Me: "Granted, but if I'm barely breaking even & last year showed a loss, how do I justify my salary & where does it come from?"

RBP: "Pay yourself from your profits."

Me: "Uh, there are no profits yet. We would be thrilled if we break even this year. Can I start taking a salary once I'm making money, like hopefully next year?"

RBP: "You still need to show that you want to take a salary on your projections."

Me: "So you want me to lie."

RBP: "It isn't a lie, you want a salary don't you?"

Me: "No, I like being poor."

RBP: just stares at me

Me: "I mean yes, that is my goal, the one I've been striving for and the whole reason I'm here."

So, I'm supposed to be taking a salary from a business that hasn't even broken even yet. I can't wait to explain this to my husband. I may need to video tape, because I'm pretty sure his head will literally explode.

Tuesday, June 3, 2008

Trinity Tuesday

Trinity is tall for her age and also has a very extensive vocabulary. She is articulate and most people can understand everything she says. The only time she is really misunderstood is when she is talking to people she doesn't know, because she whispers. I mention this because I'm so used to her looking and behaving older than she is that I forget she is only 4 1/2.
Trinity has peculiar eating habits. She won't eat bread, but loves garlic toast. She won't eat any type of pasta, including mac & cheese. She will however eat copious amounts of fruit & veggies. Her favorite snack (besides pretzels) is plain saltine crackers dipped in apple juice. And if it comes in gravy poured over mashed potatoes she is guaranteed to eat at least 3 helpings.
She would prefer to be outside over just about anything. She has a new Barbie bike that she wants to "give to another girl who might need it." Because "I'm big enough for a motorcycle." She has brought out a love of gardening in me.
She says "camelope" instead of cantaloupe. She says "gradulation" instead of graduation. And no matter how many times you correct her she always puts the state before the city. We live in "Minnesota, Albert Lea". Cousin Lunden lives in "Nevada, Henderson".
Her hugs are fierce and tight and I never want her to let go. She is always running out of kisses and has to "save the last one for Daddy or he'll be sad." She laughs with her whole body and is completely fearless. She hates to disappoint us and feels that deeper than any punishment we could ever dole out. She has empathy oozing from her every fiber. It amazes me daily how she puts the needs of others before herself, while still being a strong leader and bossing anyone who comes within hearing range around.
I was gone a lot of the weekend taking pictures. Trinity was feeling left out, so she asked if we could take pictures of her. Here is some of what we did:

Favorite Friday on Tuesday

Sorry this wasn't up yesterday. Something was up because I couldn't upload a photo to my blog. I'm not sure if I was taxing my computer by downloading 600+ pictures off my camera or if my computer just hated me yesterday.
Anyway, here is one from over the weekend. Sophie just turned 1 and here is what we did:

Friday, May 30, 2008

Favorite Friday

Favorite Friday will be postponed until Monday, because I really haven't taken any pictures this week.

I am busy tearing my studio apart for tomorrows wedding. See all of you on Monday. Have a great weekend.

Tuesday, May 27, 2008

Random thoughts

Happy Tuesday everyone. What a weekend! I'm so glad it is over. We got a lot done over the weekend outside, because the weather was absolutely amazing. I have all my flowers planted, but I think I already have to replace some. Bummer, but apparently I picked up some bad Snapdragons for my pots.

Well, I had decided that I was going to attend my local Memorial Day service, but yesterday is the one day my alarm clock (Trinity) decides to sleep past 6:30 a.m. On the one hand, woohoo for a child that decided to sleep to a normal hour (8:10 a.m.), but on the other hand I was sad about missing the service. We did make it to the parade, though. They did things different this year. Normally they have the parade and it ends at the war memorial in the yard of our courthouse. This year they did services at all the cemetaries, then one at the war memorial, then one for servicemen/women buried at sea at the lake, then finished with the parade. It was a bit odd for me, but nice all the same. We had a cool hearse from 1856 in our parade this year. Wow, talk about history and emotions - I had a hard time composing myself. Good thing I had Trinity, because she kept me grounded talking about the ponies.
I enjoyed the parade immensely, but I had to call my nephew shortly following to bitch. You see I take Memorial Day seriously. I use it as a day to honor my Dad and those servicepersons who have died and are currently serving our country. My nephew spent 22 months in Iraq and is home now. He is in the National Guard and runs a unit near me. I had to call to get the name of our local commander, because one of his soldiers is a FREAKING IDIOT!!! If you volunteer to be in a parade and you are in uniform following the American flag then you can have the common courtesy to NOT BE TALKING ON YOUR FREAKING CELL PHONE!! Our parade route was 15-20 minutes long. I can just about guarantee that whatever he was talking about could have waited. It was disrespectful to our flag, to our veterans and to his uniform. My nephew is known for making grown men cry and he actually said he would take care of it, because he thought I would put him to shame. That's how pissed off I am.
Okay, but enough about that. It is cold here today. All weekend I could go without a jacket & today I have a turtleneck on, my winter jacket & my space heater going. I want the sun to come out again.
Trinity only has 7 days of Montessori left. I'm a little worried that she won't adapt to going back to daycare. She really has thrived since we made the change. I hope she doesn't regress this summer.
Okay, that is it for now.

Friday, May 23, 2008

Favorite Friday

Favorite Friday is back. Sorry about last week. Trinity only lasted half a day at school before wearing herself out. She's back to her normal self, so I'm back taking pictures. Here is a family I took:
Have a happy & safe Memorial Day weekend. I'm going to try to be outside as much as possible, so I don't think I'll post over the weekend. If you have a chance, please take in one of the many beautiful programs on Monday that honors our fallen veterans. I'll be there sobbing like no other as this will be the first year my Dad's name will be called out. I've always loved the Memorial Day services, but this year I'm dreading it a bit. I haven't decided if I'll do our local one here or drive to Fort Snelling where Dad is buried. Not sure I'll decide until Sunday, but I'm sure I'll blog all about it. Have a safe weekend and hug a veteran or current serviceman if you have a chance. My heart goes out to all of you who have lost someone special or has someone serving in a dangerous situation. You are all in my prayers.

Thursday, May 22, 2008

Standing on my soapbox

I was Twittering this morning and was directed to a new blog entry on one of the daily blogs I read (Suburban Turmoil). It was about brag hags and from there I was directed to a Today show interview/story about Cocktail Playdates. I now feel the urge to blog about cocktail playdates. In the spirit of full disclosure I must admit to the following list of items:

1. I have never been to a Cocktail Playdate.
2. This is the first I had heard of Cocktail Playdates.
3. I rarely drink.
4. Alcoholism runs in my family.

Okay, that being said you probably all think I’m going to bash these mothers, well I’m not. I actually do not see anything wrong with this practice. The psychiatrist that the Today show had on kept spouting about how you cannot effectively parent if you have a cocktail. I would have loved if Meredith Viera would have asked her if she stopped drinking completely the day she became a mother. Because according to this psychiatrist as a mother we must NEVER EVER have an alcoholic beverage. To do so automatically puts our children in danger. I do not see the difference between having a cocktail playdate and having a glass of wine at home while fixing dinner. If a mother is at home and getting drunk and neglecting her children, then obviously that is not the situation I am condoning. I’m talking about a glass of wine or a margarita or a cosmopolitan. The psychiatrist or Meredith asked about what would happen if the child got injured and had to be taken to the hospital – uh, call 911. Isn’t that what you would do if you were at home? Is there anything different between having a cocktail with friends at a playdate and going home and going out to dinner with your husband, having a glass of wine and going home to care for your child(ren). I say there is not.
Again, in the spirit of full disclosure I will admit that I have drank alcohol in front of my daughter. Okay, so to add to that I will publicly humiliate myself by admitting that just last week I did so and she got ahold of said drink and started to drink it herself before I saw her and grabbed it away. I think that part of parenting is teaching our children how to make smart choices. I’ve had more alcoholic beverages in May (3) than I have the previous 8 months (0). I think that teaching Trinity that once she is 21 that drinking can be done responsibly by example does not make me a bad parent. And to all of you cocktail playdate having moms – I think you are teaching your child(ren) how to make smart choices. Also, can I come too?

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

Trinity Tuesday

I had to leave early last Friday so I didn't get my usual Favorite Friday post up. Since it was going to be of Trinity, I've added a couple extra today. So, here are a few of my SweetPea from our trip to Missouri for her uncle's graduation. The first one is of her wanting me to take a picture of the flower when I wanted to take a picture of her.

Here is Trinity napping between the graduation ceremony and dinner. She just looked so peaceful.
And finally, here is one of the two of us. Neither of us look that great, but my camera did not like the lighting conditions of that gym. Even with my flash, I got horrible photos.
Thanks for checking us out. I've got some things coming up that I'm anxious to blog about. I just need to find time.

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

My lesson in fortitude

I caught a glimpse of what type of person Trinity is going to grow up to be. I have heard about parenting being like wearing your heart on the outside of your body, but I've never really 'felt' it until today.
Trinity has had a bug since yesterday morning. She's thrown up a few times, has eaten almost nothing and is unbelievably lethargic. She just isn't herself. She is obsessed with her fever and taking her temperature. So far we've kept the fever in check, but I'm trying to let it run its course. She is dehydrated and weak. Earlier today I had to carry her downstairs to the bathroom.
Just a few minutes ago she had to go to the bathroom again. I think of this as a good thing, at least she isn't that dehydrated. I ask if she wanted me to carry her. Her response was a weak "No." She was wobbling down the stairs and so I asked if she wanted me to go with her. She muttered "Nooo, I can do it." After a few minutes I got concerned so under the disguise of getting something to drink for myself, I went downstairs to check on her. From the bathroom I hear "Mom, what are you doing down here?" Uh, busted. After she finished and we got her some more strawberry Gatorade, we headed back upstairs. Trinity was ahead of me and crawling up the stairs on her hands and knees. I asked if she wanted me to help her and she said with tears in her voice "No, I will do this myself." I had to stop to get a grip. My breath caught in my throat. This was her, my child not allowing adversity to stop her or get her down. This was the person she was going to grow into. I am only keeping the tears in check because I don't want her to think she is sicker than she is.
I could not be prouder, I can not believe I created this amazing being. I learned today what it feels like to have my heart outside my chest. There it is for the world to see, my heart in the form of a 4 year old who will not be taken down by anything, especially not the flu.

Short update.

I'm sorry there was no Favorite Friday. I spent almost 8 hours in a car and was exhausted by the time we got to our destination. I also didn't put any photos on the laptop to post. I can't even promise a double post this Friday because Trinity is sick and I'm at home. I doubt any of you want to see a puking child, so I won't take pictures until she is better.
Our trip to Missouri was nice. I wish I would have done a little more research on the hotel, because it wasn't the greatest. It was fine, but we kept the window open most of the time because it smelled. I realized that even at a happy event like a college graduation there are some mean nasty people. I won't go into details because the two people don't need encouragement in their behavior.
Trinity had a great time and loved hanging out with her Uncle Josh, who she hasn't seen in a couple years.
Mother's Day was once again spent in the car. It wasn't so bad and it was really nice getting home. We played Chutes & Ladders, Gone Fishing, Memory & Go Fish after dinner. It was a great time.
I'll post again once Trinity is feeling better.

Thursday, May 8, 2008

Lucky me!

I always have teased my Mom that I'm the luckiest kid out there. My Mom's birthday & Mother's Day are always in the same week. I get to go shopping once and forget for another year. The same was true for my Dad, but this is about Mom. My Mom was the only stay at home mom of any of my friends growing up. Can you believe that? It always bothered me for some reason, but now I see the benefits it has bestowed upon me. My Mom can't cook for anything, but her baking is the bomb. She made homemade bread, cake, donuts, cookies, candy - you name it she could bake it. Everything from scratch, too - not shortcuts in our house. There was nothing better than coming home from school and the house smelling of fresh baked bread. Oh, and there was always a loaf about to come out of the oven, so snack that day would be warm bread and melted butter (real butter, not margarine). Oh, they must serve that in heaven.
My Mom wasn't much of a disciplinarian. I don't remember her ever raising her voice. The only time she ever spanked me was when I was 4, ran out of paper dolls, so I used her window shades. Yeah, I wasn't the smartest 4 year old that day. When she caught me I had realized the error of my ways and thought I'd make up for it by taping the shades back together. She busted me before I finished. She grabbed the tape first then decided I needed to be spanked. Uh, yeah, in the heat of anger she forgot she was holding the tape. My butt figured it out almost immediately though. Thirty years later I can still recall every detail of that moment including the look of disappointment in her eyes. Yep, that was it the only time my mother ever spanked me in my life. I was, however, grounded often. Interestingly, I am probably still grounded as my mother's favorite length of grounding was "indefinitely" and I don't ever remember being ungrounded.
My Mom had brain surgery 5 years ago and there have been some residual effects that have made her a bit difficult to deal with at times. It wasn't such a problem when Dad was alive, but the last year has made it more of an issue. I love my mother more than anything and I just wanted to give a little shout out to a woman who taught me that raising children is by far the hardest most rewarding occupation out there. I love you Mom! Happy birthday & happy Mother's Day!

Monday, May 5, 2008

My Day

I'm thinking about my Dad a lot today. I think because I had a rough day. I hate fighting with my husband & I did it twice in one day. Big fights, too not just a small disagreement. The studio was also vandalized and I had to deal with my landlord and an incompetent police officer. I generally have a great respect for our police officers, but this guy just looked at my window and said "You know you can wash that off, right." Yes, thank you officer, but seeing as this isn't my building and half of downtown was spray painted I thought you'd like to write a report or something. My Dad and I are (were?) very similar. We're both stubborn, always right and smarter than people give us credit for. He wasn't home often when I was growing up. Mom stayed home, so Dad worked all the time. He never had a normal 8-5 job. But when life threw me a curve ball I always knew that I was safe if Dad was around. He was very hard on us and didn't show affection, but I knew nothing could get me if my Daddy was home. I was never scared of monsters in my closet or under my bed, because I knew they were more scared of my Dad. I rarely had bad dreams if Dad was sleeping in the room under mine or down the hall. I just knew I was safe. My husband usually makes me feel that same way. I think that is why I knew he was the one I was destined to be with forever. I knew I was safe when he was with me. If my husband is away or working late I can't fall asleep, I hear things, my head fills with irrational fears, I'm tense and I get scared. As soon as I hear his key in the door I immediately relax. I know I'm okay. Since DH & I are fighting today I am missing my Dad. Because I don't feel safe. I feel adrift and alone. I feel like there are monsters under my bed and I don't know what to do. I have never felt this, because I've always had either my Daddy or my husband to protect me and today I don't. DH isn't home so we can't work this out, Daddy isn't here and I'm scared that if I go to bed, into the dark that the monsters will get me. I now know they are there, lurking, waiting and I can't face them - not alone.

Friday, May 2, 2008

Favorite Friday

From last Saturday's wedding, this was just a really small wedding and they came to the studio to have some nice shots taken.

Thursday, May 1, 2008

Dear Client:

My dearest and most favorite client (note sarcasm):

When I took your photos and told you your proofs would be online on Friday (on Friday not by Friday) I must have been unclear. For that I apologize, I hope this note clarifies my meaning. "Online on Friday" does not mean call me 8 times on Thursday checking to see if I have had a chance to put them online yet. In fact, by calling me 8 times on Thursday before 5 p.m. I actually spent more time listening to your messages and returning your calls than I did working on your pictures. I apologize in advance that your pictures are going to be delayed. However, due to an overabundance of phone calls today I will not be able to get my real work done until tomorrow or Monday. (And partly because I really want to piss you off.) In retrospect, were the 8 calls worth it?

Yours sincerely,



Penny had this on her blog and I thought it looked like fun.

You Are a Question Mark

You seek knowledge and insight in every form possible. You love learning.

And while you know a lot, you don't act like a know it all. You're open to learning you're wrong.

You ask a lot of questions, collect a lot of data, and always dig deep to find out more.

You're naturally curious and inquisitive. You jump to ask a question when the opportunity arises.

Your friends see you as interesting, insightful, and thought provoking.

(But they're not always up for the intense inquisitions that you love!)

You excel in: Higher education

You get along best with: The Comma

Tuesday, April 29, 2008

Pet peeve #487

Yes, I have a lot of pet peeves. I get annoyed often. This is not my pet peeve, but right now Twitter isn't working and that annoys me. I always start my work day with Twitter, so the fact that my day is now screwed up is pet peeve #512.
Back to pet peeve #487 and the reason for this post. I hate when people say "Call me back at this number." And you call them back and they aren't there, but that's not all - there is no answering machine. How the hell am I supposed to get you the answer you so desperately needed right away if no one & nothing answers the phone. In this great day of technology how do you not have voice mail or an answering machine. I realize you probably have caller id, but I don't want you calling me back at your convenience. I have a life, too. I want the option of not answering my work phone at 10 p.m. Of course since I didn't get a hold of you because of your lack of technology I now have to answer when you find that I did call you back, because phone tag is my pet peeve #346. I just can't win.

Friday, April 25, 2008

Favorite Friday

The top two pictures are from our trip to the beach in California. Trinity loves the beach and is still begging to go back. The bottom one is Trinity and Lunden, her newest cousin.

As much as Trinity hates having me take her picture right now, I just love capturing her on film, because I love how expressive she can be.

Tuesday, April 22, 2008

My slogan

Your Slogan Should Be

Neda. Hand-built by Robots.

Monday, April 21, 2008

I've figured it out!

I've figured out why men think women are bad drivers. It has nothing to do with our ability to handle a vehicle. I'm actually a much better driver than my husband (thank goodness he doesn't read my blog). I've never been in an accident. I have only received a couple speeding tickets and the one rolling a stop sign ticket I received was overturned by a judge. And the illegal tint ticket I got doesn't count, because the state trooper only gave it to me because I was in a foul mood and told him off (he had nothing else he could give me a ticket for). Overall, I am a better than average driver. However, I have begun to notice that while I'm driving with Trinity in the car my attention gets divided. She asks me questions about what she is looking at out the window or wants me to sing along to her CDs or she is having a meltdown and my attention is taken away from driving momentarily. I try to remind her that I'm driving and she will have to be patient until we reach our destination, but she's four and sometimes the dog on the sidewalk just cannot wait. Thus far, we have avoided catastrophe, but I can understand how accidents happen. So, to all those men out there who think we are bad drivers I say - maybe, but mostly we are just good moms.

Thursday, April 10, 2008

I'm on vacation.

Writing that line makes me think of the movie 'City Slickers.'
We arrived safe and sound and everything is good. Trinity traveled well, with a small exception of the 90 minute flight from Minneapolis to Cincinnati. How dare I as parent discipline my child on an airplane. Okay, all I did was take her straws away, since she was tipping her Sprite and spilling down her shirt, but in her eyes I ruined her life. Then when we arrived in Cincinnati, she was tired and had a small meltdown in the airport. This consisted of her sitting in the middle of the hallway screaming "You won't leave me here!" While she was correct, I did walk away towards the escalator. Needless to say she ran to catch up. Thankfully the Cincinnati airport has a childrens play area inside the airport. What a lifesaver. The rest of the trip she was fantastic, of course she slept most of it.
I am a bit frustrated, though. Why is it that DH thinks that by sleeping and working the whole trip it is a vacation for me? Trinity still needs to be watched, played with, fed, etc. While I love being a Mom, for me a vacation is having someone help me with my mom duties. How do I get him to understand that? Sigh.
Favorite Friday is going to be delayed a little as we are driving to California tomorrow and I have no idea what the itinerary is yet. Chances are good it will either be Lunden or Trinity as they are the only people I've shot this week.

Monday, April 7, 2008

The day before vacation

I hate the day before leaving on vacation. I always feel flustered, unorganized and in need of a large stiff drink. Today is no different except that I have to be at work to make sure everything is done and I have a doctor appointment this afternoon. Argh! When I made the appointment (last September) I had no idea we would be leaving tomorrow. I can't reschedule the appointment because it takes 9 months to get in to my doctor for my annual exam. Oh, and I have to fight with my accountant to get my taxes finished up today as we won't make it back to file before the deadline. I also have to mail my mother's taxes, mail out some contracts and run to Wal-Mart for last minute travel needs (a new toothbrush for everyone). I cannot no matter how hard I try take my old toothbrush on a trip. I have to get everyone a new one. I like the fact that they are sealed until we get to where we are going. Who knows who is going through your luggage and touching your toothbrush. Ack - thinking about it makes me want to gag. Anyway, new toothbrushes for everyone. I will probably have lots to blog about while gone seeing as I'm going to try to take lots of photos. Well, I'm off to run errands then then go visit my lovely gynecologist.

Friday, April 4, 2008

Favorite Friday

This is Cassie. She's a local high school senior. I also did her older sisters pictures a few years ago. They are both beautiful and very photogenic.

Tuesday, April 1, 2008

Vacation countdown - 1 week to go

We leave for Vegas a week from today. I am very excited to see the new baby. Lunden is the whole reason we are going, but I have to admit I'm looking forward to some down time. I learned today the my MIL is leaving today for Vegas and staying until after we get there. She said she wanted to make sure she saw us - um, because it is easier to fly 4 hours instead of driving the 1 hour it takes to get to our house. I'm confused. I love my MIL, but I love her more from a distance.
So, I think I'm more excited to be leaving, because it is snowing today and next week is supposed to be in the 80s in Vegas. Good thing I shaved my legs this weekend.
Speaking of leg shaving, I hosted 'Ladies Night In' on Friday for some good friends. We got wild and crazy while we played Super Scrabble and ate mesquite chicken wings, broccoli salad, pretzels and cheesecake. But we started talking about shaving our legs. P commented it had been a month since she shaved, but her hair is pretty light and wasn't too noticeable. I admitted I hadn't shaved in 2008 and it was long enough to braid (literally), plus I have dark black hair on my legs and I looked like a sasquatch. And A looked horrified and said she shaves daily. Now, as a mother of a 4 year old I don't always get to shower daily, so shaving my legs daily is just not going to happen, but even if I had the time, I still would not shave daily. Granted in the summer I shave at a minimum once a week and probably closer to 3 times a week. We ski on a water ski team, so I'm in shorts and swimsuits nightly. I have no desire to scare people, so I shave. But how often is often enough? I live in Minnesota and no one sees my legs for the majority of the winter and if I need to wear a dress or skirt, I will shave. Do women 'have' to shave on a regular basis? Who are we shaving for - ourselves, our health, our husbands, each other, society? Should I care that the person I don't know seated behind me at church can see that I have hair on my legs? Should it matter? I will admit that in the end, I shaved my legs on Saturday because of shame. I was shamed into shaving my legs. I am weak, but my husband liked it.

Monday, March 31, 2008

Manic Monday

It is slushing here. I've never really witnessed anything like it. There is snow and rain at the same time and it is creating slush. Schools are closing early and that means I have to work from home. I don't like working from home anymore. I like being able to leave work at work, that is why I started paying rent on 5,000 square feet of space (granted 2,500 square feet is basement). I leave a week from tomorrow on vacation. I have a lot to get done before I leave.
Trinity stayed the weekend at my sister's house. She had a blast and apparently she doesn't have a bedtime there. My nephew told me she went to bed at midnight Friday evening and 11 pm Saturday evening. My sister is 15 years older than me and has 3 of her own children, all grown, and is about to become a grandmother. She should know better. But Trinity has a great time there and I guess that trumps a late bedtime. However, she was cranky this morning while we were getting ready for school. The retraining is the only thing that annoys me about her weekend visits.
My weekend was pretty good. We had our tax appt on Saturday and got better news than we expected, but still not great news. That is okay, though. It was the first year of having the business out of the house. I also got a lot of dishes done. Dishes are the down side to not eating out. I'm trying to learn to balance this new phenomenon to save money. It is tricky.
I'm having some serious issues with my Mom right now, but I'm still internally processing them, so that blog entry will have to wait.
I'm very excited because I was asked to take the cast picture for the local theatre production of "Father of the Bride". I get to do that tomorrow. Yippee!

Friday, March 28, 2008

Favorite Friday

This is Owen. I don't think he can take a bad picture.

Bad Mom or bad photographer

Yesterday Trinity got a haircut. Her hair was to the middle of her back and with her curls it was a snarly mess every morning & every evening with one or both of us ending up in tears during a brushing session. Since she was very adamant about not wanting "boy hair", we compromised on getting an inch cut off. We drive 30 minutes to her stylist (yes, my 4 year old has her own stylist) because it is worth the $25 (including tip) that we pay, because I've honestly never seen my daughter better behaved than when getting a haircut. I do not know what type of spell or trance that stylist M puts on my daughter, but she is a perfect angel for 30 minutes. So, we arrive at the salon a little early and we are looking at the style books and Trinity looks at this one girl and says "I want my hair to look like that." The girls hair is barely to her shoulders and stick straight. Now, my daughter loves having her hair straightened, so that isn't a problem, but I'm thinking that if we cut it so that it is shoulder length when straight, it will be chin length when curly - uh, she'll freak tomorrow after her shower. So, we agree that we'll cut it just below the shoulders so that when it is curly it is at the shoulders and we put a couple layers in it as well. She did great - she looks adorable, but do I have pictures - NO! Why? That is a good question. I don't know. I don't take my camera out of the studio unless I know I have a location shoot and it never occurs to me that I should grab the point and shoot from home. Now, does this make me a bad mom, because I don't capture every moment of my child's life on digital memory? Does it make me a bad photographer, because I don't always have my camera with me ready to grab that once in a lifetime memory that I just happen upon by accident? I don't know and it probably won't change my habits either way, but I currently feel guilty that I don't have cute pictures to share. Now I have to go pick my picture for Favorite Friday.

Wednesday, March 26, 2008

I don't understand

There are a number of things I just don't understand. (1) Why do I procrastinate on cleaning? and more to what I'm frustrated about today (2) Why are women who have a miscarriage pushed to 'get over it.' I've suffered two miscarriages before I had my daughter and I have a niece who has suffered so many she doesn't even tell people she's pregnant anymore. I have another niece who suffered a miscarriage and is now pregnant and due in June. I also have a very good friend who suffered a miscarriage last summer. I spoke to my friend this morning and she learned her SIL suffered a miscarriage with her first child and no one spoke about it. The SIL is married to a gentleman from the Middle East and he said that the differences between losing a baby here and there are night and day. Here we get insensitive 'helpful' comments like "Well, at least you didn't lose a real baby." or "It is for the best." and my favorite "You can always try again." We are not encouraged to talk about it. We are encouraged however to move on, forget about 'it', and get pregnant as soon as possible to replace what we've lost. It frustrates me that people are not only insensitive, but ignorant. I'm sorry, but every baby I lost was real, every baby my niece lost was real, maybe not to you, but to us and our husbands the babies were very real. They are still very real. We don't feel that losing a baby - ever - is for the best. Would you say that to someone who's child was just killed in a car accident - no - so don't say it to a mother who lost her unborn child. And yes, we are mothers even if there is no baby to hold in our arms.
I hope that in my ranting today the one thing I want to get across is if you don't know what to say, say that "I don't know what to say. I'm sorry. Do you want a hug?" Sometimes that is all we want to hear.

Monday, March 24, 2008

Favorite Friday (on Monday)

Okay, this is from a maternity shoot I did recently.

Friday, March 21, 2008

Favorite Friday

Favorite Friday is being postposed due to the fact that I am at home with a child who refuses to go to the bathroom. Since all my pictures are at the studio, it is hard to post them from home. Where is my remote desktop when I need it? :)

Thursday, March 20, 2008

Now I Lay Me Down to Sleep

I attended a seminar last night and part of the money from our registration fee goes to support this non-profit organization. I was inspired to contact them this morning and ask to please be one of their volunteer photographers. I cannot imagine how difficult this will be, but these people are dealing with a lifetime of pain, so I can push through comfort level.

About a month before Trinity was born, my BIL and his girlfriend had twin girls. They were about 5 weeks premature and there were other pregnancy complications which caused them to be transported to Children's Hospital in Minneapolis. One of the girls grew stronger and unfortunately a couple days after our daughter was born my BIL lost one of his girls. The hospital took some pictures, and I give them so much credit for that. However, as a professional photographer I can grab the emotion and love that is in that room. We will always cherish Veronica just a little more, because we know how close we came to losing her too and we will never forget Riley who was a fighter to the end.

Wednesday, March 19, 2008

Starting out from behind

Ever had one of those days that starts out with you playing catch up. Yep, that is the day I'm having today. Trinity crawled into our bed at 6 a.m., so I figured she was up for the day, but no she surprised us all by falling back to sleep until 8. We usually have to leave for school by 8:20. Can you see the dilemma? Yes, I should have woken her up, but I know she isn't napping at school and I wanted her to get some much needed sleep. I got up and got dressed and was ready to go before she finally woke up. She slowly gets downstairs where we proceed to disagree about breakfast. She wanted a whole apple and I wanted to cut it up, because the last 3 times she was given a whole apple we ended up throwing most of it away. Logic of wasting food and money seems lost on a tired 4 year old who isn't getting her way. *sigh* We agreed finally on Cheerios and an orange. I explained to her that we were running late, so she needed to eat quickly. Obviously that also means nothing to a 4 year old because she ate 4 bowls of Cheerios and mangled her orange. Breakfast is finally over and she is supposed to be washing her hands. This process, which most days I have to plead to be repeated because no one can get clean in 4 seconds, today takes 10 minutes. I admit I begged her to not argue with me about her clothes today and then we set to get dressed. I begged because yesterday there was a 20 minute standoff regarding her distaste for a certain pair of pants and I just didn't have a spare 20 minutes today. We are now dressed and she willingly put her shoes on without a fight and we are out the door. At this point I think there is hope it might take us less than 5 minutes to get into the truck - HA - I'm wrong again. The snow has melted, so we have to investigate the grass, the flower garden, the sidewalk for worms or new cracks, and of course the last remaining dirty disgusting snow must be examined in case there is any part that can be consumed. In the end we were 45 minutes late for school. Luckily nothing much was on the books this morning since I'm headed to a seminar out of town. I'm off to find coffee.

Tuesday, March 18, 2008

And her name is . . .

London Jade - and she made her appearance at 10:20 a.m. via emergency c-section. However, everyone is doing well and is healthy. I'm so giddy you'd never know this is my 5th niece plus I have 6 nephews.


She arrived safe & sound. She weighs 6 lbs 15 ounces and is 20 inches long. However, she is nameless at this point. Keep checking. . .

still waiting

I'm at home now after picking Trinity up from Montessori. We've had snack and are currently watching Higglytown Heroes. Still no word on the baby. Trinity decided we were having mashed potatoes and hamburger gravy tonight for dinner. Yay - that's easy easy for me to make and yummy. Stay tuned for baby news - she can't stay in there forever right?!?!

No baby yet

They did break her water, but no baby yet. I did find a great deal on flights and hotel. I just have to wait to make sure husband can get the time off work. I think after my 1:00 appointment I'm going to run home, grab a sandwich and do a load of dishes. My kitchen still isn't put back together after the flooding from 2 weeks ago, so I'm behind in my housekeeping duties.

Keep checking back for the updates of baby watch March 2008. Oh and be prepared for more of this come June when my nephew & his wife are due.

Waiting (impatiently) for the baby

Okay, this the last time I want to know when someone goes into the hospital to have a baby. Just keep me in the dark until it is over! My SIL & BIL were admitted last night about 8 p.m. for an induction and we've heard nothing since. I'm very excited for them as this is there first child. I keep texting them but so far no news. I'm not a patient person, and since my only experience with labor was my own daughter, which lasted less than 4 hours, I feel the baby should be here by now. I realize that most people take longer than 4 hours with their labor and that she is being induced which takes time also, but as I said I'm impatient! I'm trying to keep my mind off the waiting by searching for plane tickets, but since the tickets are to go see the baby it seems a bit counterproductive.
Okay, maybe I'll try working. Don't worry I'll be back either to announce the baby or scream because she doesn't want to meet her super cool aunt!

Monday, March 17, 2008

The healing power of the Curly Wurly

It was a typical Monday after completely waking up this morning. Trinity crawled into bed with us around 12:30/1:00 a.m. and after she fell back to sleep I woke the husband up to carry her back to her room. Then she woke us up again at 7 a.m. Not bad for her (she is an early morning person) but my usual diversionary tactics (look, the cat is on the bed or hey, Dad's downstairs) didn't work to get that few minutes I need to become functional after being awakened with a knee to the stomach. So, we head down to the kitchen for breakfast (Cheerios and grapes) where I get lectured about not having heart shaped cereal bowls like the one on the Cheerios box. After a few minor meltdowns (dumping cereal & milk all over ourselves, no pink underwear to go with our all pink ensemble, Mom brushing our hair, Mom putting a ponytail in our hair, Mom not putting the right kind of ponytail in our hair) we are dressed and out the door. We somehow, even after playing in the newly fallen snow on the way to the truck, ended up at school early. After dropping the dear child off and picking up a very large cup of cappuccino I arrived at the studio. I have to shovel my own sidewalk and was having so much fun de-stressing that I shoveled the two stores next to me as well. Stopping only because I had to pee.
Once I got inside and ready to work I found I was having a hard time getting motivated to work. Hmm. . .hunger maybe, so I found the only food I had in here - a Curly Wurly. If you have never heard of this candy bar do not be alarmed as it hails from Europe. A good friend of mine has a sister living in the UK and sister's boyfriend sends boxes of Curly Wurly's to good friend. When I do a particularly good job of sucking up or it is my birthday (*hint*hint*) she will share a Curly Wurly with me. When you think about the Curly Wurly it does not seem that special - Cadbury chocolate covering a thin ribbon of caramel. But it just melts in your mouth and makes your whole body happy. After eating my Curly Wurly I am having a wonderful day.
I helped a very nice lady on the phone who hired a photographer that she now has to sue find some documentation she needed. I helped my husband with a problem he was having - all because of the Curly Wurly.
Now I am going to meet with a bride whose wedding I am shooting in May. She is a bit high maintenance, but because of the Curly Wurly I am looking forward to seeing her.

Long live the Curly Wurly!

Saturday, March 15, 2008

Wasting some time

Well, I really am wasting some time. I left my phone charger at the studio yesterday and my phone is about dead. My husband bought me a Motorola Rokr for this past Christmas, so I use it to work out. After registering my daughter for Montessori kindergarten I was planning to exercise (that is 3 times this week which equals all of 2007), but I cannot work out without music. Hence, my reason for wasting time this morning.
I've had a couple people mention they hope I post some of my studio work, so I believe I'm going to start a "Favorite Friday" where on Friday I will post my favorite shot(s) from the week. This is provided I can figure out how to put the photos into my post. I am not the most computer literate person out there. I figure this is because of one of two reasons. (1) My husband is a computer genius (aka geek), so being of lesser computer knowledge I married him for his geek-skills or (2) because of his geek-skills I call on him when I don't know what I'm doing instead of figuring it out myself thereby furthering my computer ignorance. Hmmm. . .possibly a little of both.
Well, I am signing off for now, because I just realized I have to run a few more errands before I get to my workout. Stay tuned for more after all you can't get rid of me that easily.

Friday, March 14, 2008

I'm blogging, I'm really, really blogging.

Yeah, I can't believe it either. I have to admit I wasn't quite ready to post, I'm hungry and I haven't had near enough coffee, so this should be interesting.
The American Cancer Society is selling bundles of daffodils today. I bought two bunches. This is half of what I normally purchase, but they went up $2/bunch from last year and I'm a bit low on cash today. This is now my reminder notice to send a "guilt" donation. What a great cause, though. I've known and currently know too many people who have or are currently fighting this horrible disease.
Since this is my first post I won't be jumping on any of my many, many, many soapboxes today. Well, I'm starving and my lunch date is calling. But don't worry - you can't get rid of me that easy.