Tuesday, November 29, 2011

O and R. It's been a while.

We ate turkey. Twice. We spent eight days with two different families. We flew thousands of miles. Slept thousands of seconds. I am barely hanging on.

I put Christmas lights on palm trees today.  Yep.  Looks awesome.  Did you know those bitches have thorns?  Me either.  Do now.

I used to hold a record for getting my Christmas cards out first. Streak broken.
Also. There's a typo on the Christmas card. Can't blame any other asshole. It's my fault. Plan on eliminating anyone who points out said typo from next years Christmas card spreadsheet.

One year olds on full flights suck.

Something happened last week. I have been running (read: jogging. Slowly.). And I hated it. But I was doing it daily. Usually a couple miles. Then on Wednesday I went a couple miles and finished and felt amazing. Like I could keep going. Like I wasn't going to die. Wasn't panting. And I loved it. So with my better half by my side on thanksgiving we ran a 5k.  And I ran on Friday. Took the weekend off cause we were out of town. Got home tonight. Ran again. For the first time ever I don't hate it. It's pretty cool.

Do not pack candles if you move to Florida.  They will not be burnable at Christmas time.
The stockings are hung on the stairs with care.  Because in Florida fireplaces are rare.

The baby's hair is in that weird stage where she always looks like a ragamuffin.  And she still won't wear bows.  But I am not cutting it.  So.  Ragamuffin it is.

Happy Christmas time y'all!

Thursday, November 17, 2011


I do believe we will spend two of the next three days at the beach. Cause we can. And who doesn't want to go to the frozen north sporting at least a slight tan?

I despise chain letters. In the last week I have gotten two. One for books. One for stickers. I told the book lady to shove it, in nicer terms. The stickers. That one came from a bestie. Who is a loyal reader. Who is lucky she is 1,000 miles away. Just too bad she has to see me face to face in a week.

Know what's awesome? Holding your 24 pound one year old in one arm and your 30 pound (weight differential doesn't seem quite right) three year old in the other arm so he can pee in a public potty that is too tall for him to stand and reach to pee. Also you are holding your wallet, and keys.

Jogging with a double jogger loaded with aforementioned 50+ pounds of
kids in the 85 degree Florida heat the week before thanksgiving should count as double mileage. At least.

Not writing much lately because my creative brain is dedicated to capturing moments for local families. And it's awesome. And so is word of mouth marketing.

A month or so ago this indentation showed up in my upper thigh. I was pretty sure it was a tumor or a blood clot or my twin growing in my leg. Figured out this week that the indentation is exactly where my bathroom counter hits my leg. Also where the pulls on my kitchen drawers hit my leg. Right now I am leaning against the drawers typing on the iPad. Glad I didn't go for a CT scan but kind of weirded out by the cause and effect here.

In one hour this week I filled four trash bags with toys for kids who aren't as lucky as mine. And one bag for the trash. And I took it to goodwill and was done with it. And there was no one around to stop me. Felt fantastic and I may just do it a few more times before Christmas.

Running a couple miles a day. Haven't lost a pound. Not eating bread or pasta. Or crap. Never really did. Still drinking. Feel better even if I haven't lost any weight.

Red Envelope has stepped up its game.

I have two children and have not gotten one toy catalog in the mail. To quote Julia Roberts.... Big mistake. Huge.

I will leave you with one final thought. Thanksgiving is less than a week away. And Justin Bieber looks like a girl.

Monday, November 7, 2011

Observations and Revelations: the way I used to do them.

Wanna hear about the time Cannon took the chain off my bike while standing on an ant hill at a park four miles from home?

For a half a second on Halloween I worried that our new neighbors would judge us trick or treating with cocktails. A half a second. Turns out if we didn't have a drink they would have judged.

It's freaking gorgeous here. Like high of 80 and low of 60. We are going to freeze in the northeast in a few weeks. Probably cause our kids don't have winter clothes.

We got 'elf on a shelf' out almost a week ago. His name is Elfie. Here's to a solid two months of behavior enrichment.  Now if we can remember to hide him nightly... and remember where we hid him.

We are back on the eating healthy and working out train.  The diet of peanuts and candy corn wasn't doing it for me.  I still hate running but I hate it less in gorgeous weather.  Dan is on the train too.  This of course means he will lose 10 pounds by tomorrow eating tuna fish and cheese for every meal.  I, on the other hand, will fight for every tenth of a pound.

We're back on the train mostly because we want to go into the holidays feeling fit.  Cause we like to indulge if you didn't know that about us.  There is a vacation coming where I want to eat key lime pie and drink cold beer on the beach.  Also, Thanksgiving isn't exactly a healthy holiday.  So.  We will run.  And lower our carb intake. 

Hello Skinny Girl Margarita.  I didn't say I was going to stop drinking.

So.  I bought a domain this weekend.  I guess that means now I own two.  This one and bestpartphotography.com.  I have no idea what to do with the domain but baby steps.  I am having a blast taking pictures.  A blast.

I swear this won't turn into a photography blog.  I don't know nearly enough for that.  I bow down to some of the photographers I have started stalking.  I've been liking photographers facebook pages like crazy.  Then I saw a picture that almost made me throw up.  Picture this.  Pregnant belly.  Only the belly, no head or legs.  Hair man arms wrapped around the belly forming the over used cliched heart with his hands.  And super imposed in the heart is a 3d ultra sound picture of the baby.  If that woman can get paid to take pictures, I can succeed too.

I don't think I have ever been wrong guessing the sex of a baby.  Maybe once.  But still.  That's a good track record.

Tomorrow night I get to have dinner with one of my best friends.  With no children.  And real napkins and adult conversation.  I am in love already.

The Best part?  Fall in Florida.  I am in love.

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

it's good. really good.

You know what's awesome?  When something starts falling into place.  Like you hoped it would.  See, I decided I liked taking pictures.  Then I decided I loved taking pictures.  Then I decided to practice and learn and grow and I decided I might be good at taking pictures.  And it turns out, I'm not the only one who thinks that.  That is awesome.

Something else that's awesome.  It has opened up a whole other side of my brain that I have either never used or that I shelved in favor of writing stories about murderers and snowstorms and tax season.  I am creative.  It's fascinating to me the way I look at things now. 

When I see scenes, I picture how it might look in a picture.  How I would frame it or if the lighting would work.  I liken it to when I moved to Spain and found myself thinking in Spanish.  I was really learning it.  Being immersed and knowing that you have so much to learn and that you are beginning what could be a really awesome adventure, it rocks.  

I am totally and completely intimidated by what I don't know and that's awesome.  That means that I won't ever stop learning about it.  And it means that I will always be humbled by the work of others and honored that people think I am good enough to take their pictures.  It's totally rad.  Totally rad.

Another awesome thing is when someone decides to pay it forward.  Thanks to social networking I have this friend and photography mentor who is friends with a lot of my friends but who I have never met.  And she's helpful  And encouraging.  And funny.  And excited for me.  And you should hire her if you live in Indy.  And she picked me to pay it forward to.  That's rad too.

The Best part?  It's good.  Really good.