Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Monday, September 26, 2011
On My Honor
I feel like I've had a string of bad luck with sucky people lately.
Mean people.
Selfish and controlling and immature people.
Where's the love?
If you start a conversation off with, "I don't mean to be a -insert B word or A word here- but..."
Then CHANGE what you were going to say
or don't say anything at all.
Since I've pursued photography more, I've run into some rude-ish photographers. And it's funny because so many people in customer service complain about the costumers/clients but I've had nothing but amazing experiences with my clients. I LOVE my clients.
What I have an issue with is other people complaining and not building each other up.
So I wanted to let everyone know,
On my honor, I will try-
To be nice. To never start a conversation off with "I don't meant to be a B-word but...". To encourage others. To make others feel the best I can. To be honest and never fake. To not complain that it's a saturated market and put every other photographer down so I get the business. To teach what I know. To learn what I don't. To refer other photographers to a potential client when I know I'm not the best fit. To shake hands and give hugs. To smile. To give back.
Because the world can be nice.
Because we make up the world.
Mean people.
Selfish and controlling and immature people.
Where's the love?
If you start a conversation off with, "I don't mean to be a -insert B word or A word here- but..."
Then CHANGE what you were going to say
or don't say anything at all.
Since I've pursued photography more, I've run into some rude-ish photographers. And it's funny because so many people in customer service complain about the costumers/clients but I've had nothing but amazing experiences with my clients. I LOVE my clients.
What I have an issue with is other people complaining and not building each other up.
So I wanted to let everyone know,
On my honor, I will try-
To be nice. To never start a conversation off with "I don't meant to be a B-word but...". To encourage others. To make others feel the best I can. To be honest and never fake. To not complain that it's a saturated market and put every other photographer down so I get the business. To teach what I know. To learn what I don't. To refer other photographers to a potential client when I know I'm not the best fit. To shake hands and give hugs. To smile. To give back.
Because the world can be nice.
Because we make up the world.
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Halloween Inspiration
I switched over to the new blogger and have been scared away ever since. How do I work this thing???
Over it and moving on.
Two years ago, I was pregnant with Charlotte, super lazy and had no Halloween costume for Sawyer. Bad mommy. One year ago I knew he had to be something so I grabbed a lion costume at Target while walking by. No long thought process, no pressure. THIS year I want something cute, vintagey, original, handmade. And I can't find a thing. Any suggestions? This is probably the last year I can override him.
I've been on an Etsy hunt since a few weeks ago. There are some cute infant costumes. Adorable girl costumes and almost zero boy costumes. Does dressing boys cute EVER get easy?!?! Since I've been scouring Etsy, I figured I would post some of my favorite costumes making YOUR job as mommy or daddy WAY easier. (You can thank me in paypal donations...)
Sack of Taters!!! I don't think an infant costume gets much cuter. Can someone PLEASE buy this?!?!
Does Alice in Wonderland EVER get old? How about this adorable Drink Me costume???
I know pirate costumes have been all the rage in the last five years or so but this one is too cute to keep out!
I'm a bit... okay, A LOT in love with the shop that makes these aprons. She makes apron costumes for toddler, kids and adults. They also have this retro vibe that I love. I want like all her stuff! Check out her Little Red Riding Hood costume:
But winner winner, chicken dinner may be this super hero costume. The only thing holding me back is how much it costs. I mean, it's on par with the cost of all the cute costumes on etsy but I wanted to cap the cost at $25 per child. This costume is pulling me in though... the attraction is too strong... help!!!!
Do you see my problem besides wanting to spend a zillion dollars on a one day outfit? There isn't anything here for Sawyer. I need your IDEAS or he'll end up in a Gap shirt and jeans like two years ago. Don't make me look bad...
Over it and moving on.
Two years ago, I was pregnant with Charlotte, super lazy and had no Halloween costume for Sawyer. Bad mommy. One year ago I knew he had to be something so I grabbed a lion costume at Target while walking by. No long thought process, no pressure. THIS year I want something cute, vintagey, original, handmade. And I can't find a thing. Any suggestions? This is probably the last year I can override him.
I've been on an Etsy hunt since a few weeks ago. There are some cute infant costumes. Adorable girl costumes and almost zero boy costumes. Does dressing boys cute EVER get easy?!?! Since I've been scouring Etsy, I figured I would post some of my favorite costumes making YOUR job as mommy or daddy WAY easier. (You can thank me in paypal donations...)
Sack of Taters!!! I don't think an infant costume gets much cuter. Can someone PLEASE buy this?!?!
(Image from link above)
Does Alice in Wonderland EVER get old? How about this adorable Drink Me costume???
(Image from link above)
I know pirate costumes have been all the rage in the last five years or so but this one is too cute to keep out!
(Image from link above)
I'm a bit... okay, A LOT in love with the shop that makes these aprons. She makes apron costumes for toddler, kids and adults. They also have this retro vibe that I love. I want like all her stuff! Check out her Little Red Riding Hood costume:
(Image from link above)
But winner winner, chicken dinner may be this super hero costume. The only thing holding me back is how much it costs. I mean, it's on par with the cost of all the cute costumes on etsy but I wanted to cap the cost at $25 per child. This costume is pulling me in though... the attraction is too strong... help!!!!
(Image from link above)
Do you see my problem besides wanting to spend a zillion dollars on a one day outfit? There isn't anything here for Sawyer. I need your IDEAS or he'll end up in a Gap shirt and jeans like two years ago. Don't make me look bad...
Thursday, September 8, 2011
The Random
It was Christmas morning several years back. I was working as a flight attendant at the time and woke up with a serious eye ache. I mean, SERIOUS. It hurt to be closed, it hurt to be open and WHEN it was open it just poured out tears. I guess I scratched my eyeball. I was totally fine working on Christmas day but it didn't look like that from a passenger's point of view. Tears fell as I handed out water without ice, Pepsi with extra ice and maybe even the can because they asked for it and hell, it was Christmas. Merry Christmas. Tear.
As I pushed my face into the pillow, it's no surprise I've scratched my eye while sleeping several times since that Christmas. I practically SMASH my eye into the pillow like my eye is being interrogated and I will cut off all oxygen until it does what I ask... which issssss- I'm not really sure. Stupid eye.
But it's always the moments my eye is encased in pillow when I think my way into dreamland the quickest. I've had a lot going on in the past few weeks and with all this thinking I haven't been blogging and I owe you guys.
Like the bear story? Hello?! You all wanted to hear the ending and I've been holding out... mostly because the end isn't that interesting. We opened the garage doors, made a lot of noise and after the bear jumped up and down on our jeep a few times, he just waddled his way on out. (I'm sorry bear if you are a girl!) We didn't think he broke anything but he did. JERK! Our automatic garage door is officially broken. Sad face. I have to open the door manually now. Who does that?!?! What year am I living in anyway? In most seriousness, I am terrified when I come home late and I know I can be opening the garage door to a black bear. I hear they are afraid of noise so when I open the car door and walk toward the garage door, I make yelping noises. No joke. I should be secretly video-taped. You guys would love it.
For about a week straight animal control was up here every night with spotlights. Geoff finally called them and they said they were looking for the bear. I'm not sure if they found him and if they did, what they did with them. Our house was like the fifth the bear broke into and I can only think it's because someone fed him. Don't feed wildlife, it really, in all actuality, eventually, cat get them killed.
My photography business had been BUSY! I'm totally surprised and totally happy! Since I've opened I've been thinking about this blog. All good photog pages have a blog. I have this one. Sometimes I say the F-word and sometimes I say vagina. Like now, VAGINA. Or now, vagina. You have to swat my vagina words away like flies over here! There is no way I can do all that I'm doing and keep up with two blogs. I love you guys. And I like saying vagina. My friend says that I shouldn't link this blog up to my photo page because F-words and anatomy words aren't the best form of advertising. What do you guys think?
Geoff's birthday is coming up. Every other birthday, he gets a positive pregnancy test as his present. Can you guess what he wants this year? Can you guess what he isn't getting? It starts with a 'V'...
Love you guys more than all the F words in the world!
me.
As I pushed my face into the pillow, it's no surprise I've scratched my eye while sleeping several times since that Christmas. I practically SMASH my eye into the pillow like my eye is being interrogated and I will cut off all oxygen until it does what I ask... which issssss- I'm not really sure. Stupid eye.
But it's always the moments my eye is encased in pillow when I think my way into dreamland the quickest. I've had a lot going on in the past few weeks and with all this thinking I haven't been blogging and I owe you guys.
Like the bear story? Hello?! You all wanted to hear the ending and I've been holding out... mostly because the end isn't that interesting. We opened the garage doors, made a lot of noise and after the bear jumped up and down on our jeep a few times, he just waddled his way on out. (I'm sorry bear if you are a girl!) We didn't think he broke anything but he did. JERK! Our automatic garage door is officially broken. Sad face. I have to open the door manually now. Who does that?!?! What year am I living in anyway? In most seriousness, I am terrified when I come home late and I know I can be opening the garage door to a black bear. I hear they are afraid of noise so when I open the car door and walk toward the garage door, I make yelping noises. No joke. I should be secretly video-taped. You guys would love it.
For about a week straight animal control was up here every night with spotlights. Geoff finally called them and they said they were looking for the bear. I'm not sure if they found him and if they did, what they did with them. Our house was like the fifth the bear broke into and I can only think it's because someone fed him. Don't feed wildlife, it really, in all actuality, eventually, cat get them killed.
My photography business had been BUSY! I'm totally surprised and totally happy! Since I've opened I've been thinking about this blog. All good photog pages have a blog. I have this one. Sometimes I say the F-word and sometimes I say vagina. Like now, VAGINA. Or now, vagina. You have to swat my vagina words away like flies over here! There is no way I can do all that I'm doing and keep up with two blogs. I love you guys. And I like saying vagina. My friend says that I shouldn't link this blog up to my photo page because F-words and anatomy words aren't the best form of advertising. What do you guys think?
Geoff's birthday is coming up. Every other birthday, he gets a positive pregnancy test as his present. Can you guess what he wants this year? Can you guess what he isn't getting? It starts with a 'V'...
Love you guys more than all the F words in the world!
me.
Monday, August 29, 2011
Say what?!
After watching me change Charlotte's diaper Sawyer says, "MOM! Oh no! Charlotte has a BUTT on her penis!"
Ummm, sort of?
Ummm, sort of?
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
In Bidness
I've had several people asking for photoshoots and after a pep talk from a friend in the photography business, I took a dive in.
Check it!
Strebel Photography DOT Com! YEAH!
Check it!
Strebel Photography DOT Com! YEAH!
No Ordinary Jamboree
So there I was, sitting right where I wasn't suppose to be on Friday night.
And there HE was, sitting where he wasn't suppose to be Friday night.
Thank God we were home when we were suppose to be elsewhere. Thank God the sitter wasn't here alone with the kids.
It was 11 pm, an hour I normally sleep. I was looking through etsy-damn etsy and its distracting ways- when I heard a rumble sort of noise and wondered WHAT THE HELL Geoff was doing in the garage.
Rumble, boom. BOOM!!!!!
Does he seriously need to be working in the garage this late when the kids are in bed?
CRASH! BOOM!
I take my eyes off of this cute knit hat with super long ear flaps and fuzzy soft looking yarn that would look so cute on a newborn when I notice Geoff is in his office ACROSS the house from the garage. As in NOT in the garage. As in, NOT making the noise.
"Geoff?" I timidly ask as I walk toward the laundry room. The noise is loud, getting louder. Something in our garage is bigger than a breadbox and I don't want to play 20 questions to find out what that "something" is.
"Geoff, seriously, GET OVER HERE! Something is in our garage!"
Used to my overreactions when seeing something as small as a mouse run across the road, he doesn't move.
The noise got louder.
"Geoff, get over here! Meaning NOW!!!!!!!!!"
He walks over, the noise gets louder, I yell "BRING YOUR GUN!!!!!!!"
Hearing "gun" he walks a little faster, hears the commotion and then runs toward his gun.
Meanwhile I lock the door and push my weight against it, because you know, I'm hardcore like that.
Geoff returns with his gun in hand and I can tell he's nervous. This is no ordinary 'bird got trapped in our garage' noise.
He opens the door slowly, gun leading the way.
And there it was, a black bear sitting on the hood of our jeep like he is always there on a Friday night and what the hell is our problem?
And after 29 years of my life wanting to see a bear, can you guess where my camera was?
In the car. In the garage. With the bear.
True story.
And there HE was, sitting where he wasn't suppose to be Friday night.
Thank God we were home when we were suppose to be elsewhere. Thank God the sitter wasn't here alone with the kids.
It was 11 pm, an hour I normally sleep. I was looking through etsy-damn etsy and its distracting ways- when I heard a rumble sort of noise and wondered WHAT THE HELL Geoff was doing in the garage.
Rumble, boom. BOOM!!!!!
Does he seriously need to be working in the garage this late when the kids are in bed?
CRASH! BOOM!
I take my eyes off of this cute knit hat with super long ear flaps and fuzzy soft looking yarn that would look so cute on a newborn when I notice Geoff is in his office ACROSS the house from the garage. As in NOT in the garage. As in, NOT making the noise.
"Geoff?" I timidly ask as I walk toward the laundry room. The noise is loud, getting louder. Something in our garage is bigger than a breadbox and I don't want to play 20 questions to find out what that "something" is.
"Geoff, seriously, GET OVER HERE! Something is in our garage!"
Used to my overreactions when seeing something as small as a mouse run across the road, he doesn't move.
The noise got louder.
"Geoff, get over here! Meaning NOW!!!!!!!!!"
He walks over, the noise gets louder, I yell "BRING YOUR GUN!!!!!!!"
Hearing "gun" he walks a little faster, hears the commotion and then runs toward his gun.
Meanwhile I lock the door and push my weight against it, because you know, I'm hardcore like that.
Geoff returns with his gun in hand and I can tell he's nervous. This is no ordinary 'bird got trapped in our garage' noise.
He opens the door slowly, gun leading the way.
And there it was, a black bear sitting on the hood of our jeep like he is always there on a Friday night and what the hell is our problem?
And after 29 years of my life wanting to see a bear, can you guess where my camera was?
In the car. In the garage. With the bear.
True story.
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Photoshop is my Bit@h
I'm shooting a wedding on Friday (First one, yay!) and hosting a baby shower on Sunday so I've been a wee bit, uhhh, busy?
Of course I have all my usual mom stuff like cleaning and butt wiping and you know.
So when I started looking at what we are going to do for the shower, I wasn't sure how much I believed in myself in terms of designing all the party decor. The theme is "Picnic" but more so watermelon picnic. The inspiration came from Hostess with the Mostess. (Are you as addicted to this site as I am? People take their parties VERY seriously these days!) But when I focused on the picnic part of the party, the decor was kind of lamo and there WASN'T any of that general picnic looking stuff at the stores but when my friend brought up this party, I think it was the watermelon part of the picnic she liked so now I'm focusing on watermelon for decor?
Anyway, as I got down to business I thought, I am OVER my head with this design stuff. For serious.
I emailed Melissa (The girl that did my lemonade party stuff.) and told her I would pay her, PLEASE HELP but her sister in law had to go and have babies yesterday with NO regard toward my feelings. Pfft. So I sat down with photoshop and we had a talk. We bonded a bit. After an hour I figured out one problem that has been annoying the hell out of me since I installed photoshop. Soon we were like BUDS, we were like, happy hour going, get caught singing in the shower without being embarrassed, riding on each other's back and slapping each other on the a$$ sort of friends.
And here is a preview of our long life together
and the party too I guess.
If you have any awesome watermelon baby shower ideas, let me know, I have until Sunday! Love you guys more than rice crispy treats!- holly
Of course I have all my usual mom stuff like cleaning and butt wiping and you know.
So when I started looking at what we are going to do for the shower, I wasn't sure how much I believed in myself in terms of designing all the party decor. The theme is "Picnic" but more so watermelon picnic. The inspiration came from Hostess with the Mostess. (Are you as addicted to this site as I am? People take their parties VERY seriously these days!) But when I focused on the picnic part of the party, the decor was kind of lamo and there WASN'T any of that general picnic looking stuff at the stores but when my friend brought up this party, I think it was the watermelon part of the picnic she liked so now I'm focusing on watermelon for decor?
Anyway, as I got down to business I thought, I am OVER my head with this design stuff. For serious.
I emailed Melissa (The girl that did my lemonade party stuff.) and told her I would pay her, PLEASE HELP but her sister in law had to go and have babies yesterday with NO regard toward my feelings. Pfft. So I sat down with photoshop and we had a talk. We bonded a bit. After an hour I figured out one problem that has been annoying the hell out of me since I installed photoshop. Soon we were like BUDS, we were like, happy hour going, get caught singing in the shower without being embarrassed, riding on each other's back and slapping each other on the a$$ sort of friends.
And here is a preview of our long life together
If you have any awesome watermelon baby shower ideas, let me know, I have until Sunday! Love you guys more than rice crispy treats!- holly
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
Wild Thing
One of these kids is NOT Sawyer...
We had a rough morning over here. To cheer me up, I bribed, errrr, TALKED Sawyer into doing a mini photoshoot. I LOVE mini photoshoots fueled by chocolate.
We had a rough morning over here. To cheer me up, I bribed, errrr, TALKED Sawyer into doing a mini photoshoot. I LOVE mini photoshoots fueled by chocolate.
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