well, i changed my blog name. i changed it because i thought even though i say 'basically' all the time when i talk, it didn't fit my blog. so i started thinking of a new name. I tried really hard to come up with something clever, or funny, but it wasn't really working. so, i started thinking about the things i have posted on my blog, and the way that i kinda don't care what i write...and then i came up with 'uncensored.'
i know, it's a little dramatic, but i like it. It's sounds really sassy and juicy. oooohhh yyyeeeaaa. AND it always fits my writing style because i never sit around and try to come up with something to say or blog about, i just do it. I just say exactly what i'm thinking. it's real and raw. (i love how i sound like i'm E! television host right now, using words like raw, and juicy. haha. i love it). Anywhoot, i like it. So the new name is 'uncensored.'
mmmm ookay, ummmmm ehhh, ok peace.
Monday, June 30, 2008
Sunday, June 29, 2008
I love you Brighton
Last night Chance and I had to do something tragic. We had to put Brighton to sleep. A week prior we had taken her into the vet because she wasn’t herself. The vet informed us that she had FIP (Feline Infectious Peritonitis). She proceeded to tell us that it’s a fatal disease and there is no cure. In an instant, I was balling. In one second our cat that we thought would live for 15 years was going to die in a matter of weeks.
She gave us two opinions, put her to sleep immediately, or give her antibiotics and see if that improves her quality of life for the short time we had left with her. We choose to give her antibiotics, and she was doing well. She wasn’t 100% but she was definitely better. We had hopes that she might even live longer than the time the doctor allotted. But then the antibiotics weren’t enough. She couldn’t walk, she wasn’t eating, and for the first time her little tail wasn’t moving. She didn’t even want to look at me. It was heartbreaking. We knew we had to put her at peace.
Brighton was special. She was brought to us for a reason and I will believe that until the day I die. She was the first animal Chance and I had ever owned together. Chance surprised me on Christmas day with little Brighton. He had gotten her from the S.P.C.A. He said that there were others waiting to adopt her, but he got lucky. She was sooooooooooo cute in her little red bow. I couldn’t kiss her enough. I know this sounds dorky, but I even started crying when I saw her. She was so little and precious and Chance was so excited to give her to me.
We only had her for about six months, but during that time we both got extremely attached. Chance never liked cats before, but he treated Brighton like she was our little princess. She brought us tremendous joy. Because she was a cat, she obviously wasn’t sensitive to our feelings, so when we were in a bad mood she would make us laugh by being annoyingly funny. She would run circles around the apartment reaaallly fast and do stupid cat things. It was like she was telling us, “get over it, look at how funny I am, life isn’t all that bad,” (or that’s just how we took it).
She loved to step on the keyboard when I was typing. Brighton would alllways run across our couch like it was a race track, and one of her favorite things to do was have me hold her up to our fake chandelier so she could hit all the plastic crystals. She loved it when I did crafts in the living room because she knew she would have a ton of paper to slide across and scratch at. She longed to go outside, but she didn’t like it when we took her on walks with her leash. I don’t think she felt like a real cat when we did that. Her tail was one of my favorite things about her, it was like this big, fluffy dust buster that would push over anything in its way. She would jump on our bed and lay right on my face when I was sleeping. Then she would slap me with her paw so I would finally wake up and feed her. She scratched the couch right in front of us and then would run away really fast because she knew she wasn’t suppose to do that. And her FAVORITE FAVORITE thing to do was to watch T.V. She loved Seinfeld, (or whatever else was on). She would sit in my lap while I typed blogs because she liked the movement on the screen. And when she heard the shower she would wait until I got out so she could lick my feet clean, (I know, that’s a little gross). Oh! Oh, and when we would come home she would be RIGHT at the door waiting for us. There are many things I could write about this little cat, but words can’t describe how much she meant to me.
I understand that mourning over a cat sounds ridiculous to many people. I know that some people aren’t die hard animal lovers, and that’s ok. I get it. But in the same breath I ask that person to be kind enough to respect my feelings. Yes she was an animal, but she was my little baby as well. And I loved her; I laughed at her and made good memories with her. Anyone should be able to respect that.
When we were driving to the emergency clinic last night to put Brighton down, Chance and I tried to remind ourselves of the happiness she brought us. We talked about how we loved to come home to her, and we reminisced about the good life she gave us. We were the lucky ones.
When we arrived at the clinic, Chance and I agreed that we wanted to be with Brighton all the way. We wanted to pet her as she fell away. The nurse informed us the process was peaceful and painless. As we were both crying we said our goodbyes. We pet her and comforted her while they put her to sleep. It seemed very peaceful, but it was still heartbreaking.
I have never seen anything die before. It was such an odd experience. One minute she was alive, and the next she was gone. From life to death in a matter of seconds. I can’t fathom it. I couldn’t wrap my brain around it. She’s gone, just like that. Whether, it be a cat’s life or a human life; it is precious. It shouldn’t be wasted. And Brighton’s life wasn’t a waste. Her life was something that I will always cherish, always remember and always be grateful for.
Thank you God for the gift of life. Thank you for allowing us to love Brighton.
*****pictures and video coming soon****
She gave us two opinions, put her to sleep immediately, or give her antibiotics and see if that improves her quality of life for the short time we had left with her. We choose to give her antibiotics, and she was doing well. She wasn’t 100% but she was definitely better. We had hopes that she might even live longer than the time the doctor allotted. But then the antibiotics weren’t enough. She couldn’t walk, she wasn’t eating, and for the first time her little tail wasn’t moving. She didn’t even want to look at me. It was heartbreaking. We knew we had to put her at peace.
Brighton was special. She was brought to us for a reason and I will believe that until the day I die. She was the first animal Chance and I had ever owned together. Chance surprised me on Christmas day with little Brighton. He had gotten her from the S.P.C.A. He said that there were others waiting to adopt her, but he got lucky. She was sooooooooooo cute in her little red bow. I couldn’t kiss her enough. I know this sounds dorky, but I even started crying when I saw her. She was so little and precious and Chance was so excited to give her to me.
We only had her for about six months, but during that time we both got extremely attached. Chance never liked cats before, but he treated Brighton like she was our little princess. She brought us tremendous joy. Because she was a cat, she obviously wasn’t sensitive to our feelings, so when we were in a bad mood she would make us laugh by being annoyingly funny. She would run circles around the apartment reaaallly fast and do stupid cat things. It was like she was telling us, “get over it, look at how funny I am, life isn’t all that bad,” (or that’s just how we took it).
She loved to step on the keyboard when I was typing. Brighton would alllways run across our couch like it was a race track, and one of her favorite things to do was have me hold her up to our fake chandelier so she could hit all the plastic crystals. She loved it when I did crafts in the living room because she knew she would have a ton of paper to slide across and scratch at. She longed to go outside, but she didn’t like it when we took her on walks with her leash. I don’t think she felt like a real cat when we did that. Her tail was one of my favorite things about her, it was like this big, fluffy dust buster that would push over anything in its way. She would jump on our bed and lay right on my face when I was sleeping. Then she would slap me with her paw so I would finally wake up and feed her. She scratched the couch right in front of us and then would run away really fast because she knew she wasn’t suppose to do that. And her FAVORITE FAVORITE thing to do was to watch T.V. She loved Seinfeld, (or whatever else was on). She would sit in my lap while I typed blogs because she liked the movement on the screen. And when she heard the shower she would wait until I got out so she could lick my feet clean, (I know, that’s a little gross). Oh! Oh, and when we would come home she would be RIGHT at the door waiting for us. There are many things I could write about this little cat, but words can’t describe how much she meant to me.
I understand that mourning over a cat sounds ridiculous to many people. I know that some people aren’t die hard animal lovers, and that’s ok. I get it. But in the same breath I ask that person to be kind enough to respect my feelings. Yes she was an animal, but she was my little baby as well. And I loved her; I laughed at her and made good memories with her. Anyone should be able to respect that.
When we were driving to the emergency clinic last night to put Brighton down, Chance and I tried to remind ourselves of the happiness she brought us. We talked about how we loved to come home to her, and we reminisced about the good life she gave us. We were the lucky ones.
When we arrived at the clinic, Chance and I agreed that we wanted to be with Brighton all the way. We wanted to pet her as she fell away. The nurse informed us the process was peaceful and painless. As we were both crying we said our goodbyes. We pet her and comforted her while they put her to sleep. It seemed very peaceful, but it was still heartbreaking.
I have never seen anything die before. It was such an odd experience. One minute she was alive, and the next she was gone. From life to death in a matter of seconds. I can’t fathom it. I couldn’t wrap my brain around it. She’s gone, just like that. Whether, it be a cat’s life or a human life; it is precious. It shouldn’t be wasted. And Brighton’s life wasn’t a waste. Her life was something that I will always cherish, always remember and always be grateful for.
Thank you God for the gift of life. Thank you for allowing us to love Brighton.
*****pictures and video coming soon****
Friday, June 27, 2008
Me and Mel
So I must think i'm a celebrity or something. I had ANOTHER dream where i was not only hanging out with famous folk, but i WAS one. I was shooting this movie with Mel Gibson. In my dream we were in the middle of filming this really intense chasing scene or something. After the shot Mel kept telling me what a phenomenal actress i was and he wanted to cast me in his next movie, (i know, apparently i think i'm the bomb or something. yes i just said bomb).
So yet again when i woke up i had this sense of accomplishment. I really felt good about myself. Me and Mel were buddies.
But it was a dream. But after i had this dream i remembered how i have actually met mel gibson. like for real, in real life. My friend Candice and I went to the people choice awards a couple of years ago and smoozed with the stars. Well not really. But we were standing by all of them when they were waiting for their limos. We talked to some guy that was on ‘that 70s show’ and he was loaded or something because he kept rubbing my back. I don’t remember his name. And we saw a bunch of other smucks.
To make a long story shorter, i went back inside to the place where the event was held because i had to find a restroom. I was running up the stairs so fast i didn't notice that i ran into mel gibson. Then i looked up.
me- "uhhhhh, hi mel."
he smiles.
Mel-"hi"
Me- "congrats on the win tonight" (he won for passion of the christ.)
Mel- "thanks"
and that was it.
haha thinking back on it makes me laugh. because i must have looked like such an odd duck. hahaha, but what was i gonna say? "oh mel you're so cool."
yea, good one.
So yet again when i woke up i had this sense of accomplishment. I really felt good about myself. Me and Mel were buddies.
But it was a dream. But after i had this dream i remembered how i have actually met mel gibson. like for real, in real life. My friend Candice and I went to the people choice awards a couple of years ago and smoozed with the stars. Well not really. But we were standing by all of them when they were waiting for their limos. We talked to some guy that was on ‘that 70s show’ and he was loaded or something because he kept rubbing my back. I don’t remember his name. And we saw a bunch of other smucks.
To make a long story shorter, i went back inside to the place where the event was held because i had to find a restroom. I was running up the stairs so fast i didn't notice that i ran into mel gibson. Then i looked up.
me- "uhhhhh, hi mel."
he smiles.
Mel-"hi"
Me- "congrats on the win tonight" (he won for passion of the christ.)
Mel- "thanks"
and that was it.
haha thinking back on it makes me laugh. because i must have looked like such an odd duck. hahaha, but what was i gonna say? "oh mel you're so cool."
yea, good one.
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
to everyone who's been asking
I don't think it was the smartest thing to blog about moving away BEFORE we told family and friends. Note to self- don't do that.
Well, the cat is out of the bag. This blog is to clairify all unanswered questions.
question 1
why do you guys want to move?
Anyone that knows Chance understands what an artistic wonder he is as well as a want to be world explorer.
Me, on the other hand would love to travel, but if i am going to move somewhere i need a push. If i am going to leave my wonderful family so i can do sometime drastic, i am going to need someone i love to give me a lift. That would be Chance. And he's the only one i would leave with.
Soooo because i think it would be fun and i also want to honor my husband's desire to explore, we will be moving within 8 months. hopefully.
question 2
How long will you be gone? Forever?
no. not forever. this is a temporary move as far as we know. Chance and i both agreed that once we feel it is time for us to have kids we will move back to be by family and friends. Both of us desire to have our little ones grow up by their grandparents.
question 3
i know you said in your earlier blog that you might be moving out of the U.S., why?
well we are NOT moving out of the U.S. We were considering moving to France for a year with a friend, but we decided against it. We weren't ready to make that big of a move. We will stay in America, but there is a possibility we might go over there to help out our friend sometime in the future.
question 4
where are you moving?
oahu, hawaii. i know, rad.
question 5
why Hawaii?
why not? annnnd because we have connections. we have friends there, we found an amazing church when we were there and we have both wanted to experience living by the beach.
Chance also wants to build his wedding photography portfolio there.
question 6
what is going to happen to the photography business?
it will press on. Since Chance and i will eventually want to move back to fresno we want to countinue to book fresno weddings. we have talked about only charging the cost of our flight tickets and then we would shoot the wedding for free, or close to it. (and that's a SUPER sweet deal if you understand how expensive wedding photography costs). we are still working on the details.
question 7
why do i hate you because you are moving to hawaii and i'm not?
you dont have to hate us anymore. come with us! we are trying to recruit people. just ask yourself this question, why not?
question 8
why have you blogged 54 times today?
these are the joys of babysitting a sleeping child.
***note to readers, God is our boss, so all things could change.***
Well, the cat is out of the bag. This blog is to clairify all unanswered questions.
question 1
why do you guys want to move?
Anyone that knows Chance understands what an artistic wonder he is as well as a want to be world explorer.
Me, on the other hand would love to travel, but if i am going to move somewhere i need a push. If i am going to leave my wonderful family so i can do sometime drastic, i am going to need someone i love to give me a lift. That would be Chance. And he's the only one i would leave with.
Soooo because i think it would be fun and i also want to honor my husband's desire to explore, we will be moving within 8 months. hopefully.
question 2
How long will you be gone? Forever?
no. not forever. this is a temporary move as far as we know. Chance and i both agreed that once we feel it is time for us to have kids we will move back to be by family and friends. Both of us desire to have our little ones grow up by their grandparents.
question 3
i know you said in your earlier blog that you might be moving out of the U.S., why?
well we are NOT moving out of the U.S. We were considering moving to France for a year with a friend, but we decided against it. We weren't ready to make that big of a move. We will stay in America, but there is a possibility we might go over there to help out our friend sometime in the future.
question 4
where are you moving?
oahu, hawaii. i know, rad.
question 5
why Hawaii?
why not? annnnd because we have connections. we have friends there, we found an amazing church when we were there and we have both wanted to experience living by the beach.
Chance also wants to build his wedding photography portfolio there.
question 6
what is going to happen to the photography business?
it will press on. Since Chance and i will eventually want to move back to fresno we want to countinue to book fresno weddings. we have talked about only charging the cost of our flight tickets and then we would shoot the wedding for free, or close to it. (and that's a SUPER sweet deal if you understand how expensive wedding photography costs). we are still working on the details.
question 7
why do i hate you because you are moving to hawaii and i'm not?
you dont have to hate us anymore. come with us! we are trying to recruit people. just ask yourself this question, why not?
question 8
why have you blogged 54 times today?
these are the joys of babysitting a sleeping child.
***note to readers, God is our boss, so all things could change.***
This is what being unemployed looks like
Before i start the day, i thought i would have a photoshoot. I love to dress up and act stupid. I also appartently like to make a fool of myself. Here, enjoy laughing at my expense.
I'm an idiot
I don't know when I decided to become such an idiot, but somehow it happened. Some might argue i've been one all along, i guess that's up for debate. That's all.
Pain
Pain is such an odd thing. Not physical pain, but emotional pain.
I have so many things running around in this brain of mine, and something that I haven't been able to get over is this feeling of emotional pain. If anyone knew what I was going through, they might classify me as weak, or silly or just plain ridiculous. But also, I would argue that no one can understand exactly what is it I am feeling until they have encountered it.
I've had an amazing life. I have never had anything super tragic happen to me, or anything sadly significant. And the last couple years it has left me wondering how I would react if something so tragic did happen to me. What if I lost a parent? Or what if I was injured in an accident, or what if Chance was killed? I know this is horrible to talk about; it's hard for me to even type...but what if?
A couple of weeks ago I was talking to a friend who recently lost her mother. She's such an encouraging woman. This friend of mine, she was telling me how it was hard for her to deal with her mother's death, she mourned of course, but she knew there was a reason for it. She said she knew God was in control and somehow that brought her peace. She knew God would win in the end. WOW. I then explained to her that I think she is such an encouragement because if something tragic happened to me, I hope I would still have the same childlike faith. I told her that I hope I would be able to carry on like her.
But you never really know until it happens to you. You can't even relate to something like that until you've experienced some kind of pain. Pain begins to make less and less sense when you are in the mist of it. Depression seems to become more and more of an opinion when you feel hopeless. But I have realized it's God's intent for us to feel pain. And it's for a number of reasons. It's in those times of pain that we are most broken, most humbled and most undesired. Maybe just MAYBE God wants us to feel this emotional war so we can help others in similar times because we ourselves know what pain truly is. Or maybe it's because he wants us to understand how painful it was to loose a son, and in that we understand His grace and His love for us. But maybe it's also to tell us we are not in control and we need to find hope in something other than this world. Hope in something bigger than us. How's your hope? Where is it?
So I’m experiencing pain. Not intense pain, but pain none the less. My cat is dying. If you think that’s funny, please refrain from laughing. She’s like my child, sometimes I wonder if she came from my own womb. I know, gross. But really, it’s been super hard. Also, to reference my earlier blog, we are moving. We are officially moving to Hawaii in about 8 months. And it’s bittersweet. I’m obsessed with my family to say the least, especially Mark and Vicky Mayfield, so I will miss them like crazy. These are just a few things that are hard right now, but I am still blessed.
I am still thankful for life and I am still encouraged. My life is good, but even if it goes south, even if my life starts handing me world-shaking pain, I pray I would persevere with hope. Hope enough to depend on God, because in reality, that is the only hope I have. He is my only answer.
I have so many things running around in this brain of mine, and something that I haven't been able to get over is this feeling of emotional pain. If anyone knew what I was going through, they might classify me as weak, or silly or just plain ridiculous. But also, I would argue that no one can understand exactly what is it I am feeling until they have encountered it.
I've had an amazing life. I have never had anything super tragic happen to me, or anything sadly significant. And the last couple years it has left me wondering how I would react if something so tragic did happen to me. What if I lost a parent? Or what if I was injured in an accident, or what if Chance was killed? I know this is horrible to talk about; it's hard for me to even type...but what if?
A couple of weeks ago I was talking to a friend who recently lost her mother. She's such an encouraging woman. This friend of mine, she was telling me how it was hard for her to deal with her mother's death, she mourned of course, but she knew there was a reason for it. She said she knew God was in control and somehow that brought her peace. She knew God would win in the end. WOW. I then explained to her that I think she is such an encouragement because if something tragic happened to me, I hope I would still have the same childlike faith. I told her that I hope I would be able to carry on like her.
But you never really know until it happens to you. You can't even relate to something like that until you've experienced some kind of pain. Pain begins to make less and less sense when you are in the mist of it. Depression seems to become more and more of an opinion when you feel hopeless. But I have realized it's God's intent for us to feel pain. And it's for a number of reasons. It's in those times of pain that we are most broken, most humbled and most undesired. Maybe just MAYBE God wants us to feel this emotional war so we can help others in similar times because we ourselves know what pain truly is. Or maybe it's because he wants us to understand how painful it was to loose a son, and in that we understand His grace and His love for us. But maybe it's also to tell us we are not in control and we need to find hope in something other than this world. Hope in something bigger than us. How's your hope? Where is it?
So I’m experiencing pain. Not intense pain, but pain none the less. My cat is dying. If you think that’s funny, please refrain from laughing. She’s like my child, sometimes I wonder if she came from my own womb. I know, gross. But really, it’s been super hard. Also, to reference my earlier blog, we are moving. We are officially moving to Hawaii in about 8 months. And it’s bittersweet. I’m obsessed with my family to say the least, especially Mark and Vicky Mayfield, so I will miss them like crazy. These are just a few things that are hard right now, but I am still blessed.
I am still thankful for life and I am still encouraged. My life is good, but even if it goes south, even if my life starts handing me world-shaking pain, I pray I would persevere with hope. Hope enough to depend on God, because in reality, that is the only hope I have. He is my only answer.
Monday, June 23, 2008
Friday, June 20, 2008
BIG NEWS
Well this big news hasn't really been released to anyone yet, so it's kinda a big deal. We haven't told our parents or anyone really, but Chance and I will most likely be moving after the first of the year. There have been two opportunities that have been presented to us and we are almost sure we will be going. Both of the locations are BIG moves. One is out of the U.S. and one is out of state. We have been praying about it and will continue to pray about it until it's time to lock in our final decision.
I'm posting this because if you are a praying person, we need your prayers. Even though we wouldn't be leaving for another 6 or 7 months we need prayers to confirm the decisions we are leaning towards. Thank you to true friends. We adore you.
I'm posting this because if you are a praying person, we need your prayers. Even though we wouldn't be leaving for another 6 or 7 months we need prayers to confirm the decisions we are leaning towards. Thank you to true friends. We adore you.
yea, that's weird.
First of all, if i blog about 87 times today it's for many reasons. One is that i am waiting for a phone call that could either be really upsetting, or really uplifting. Second, I don't have anything planned today except to wait for this phone call. Third, i haven't blogged in a while, therefore i have a ton of catching up to do and lastly, because i'm a fat loser. Now that you know why i'm blogging so much, let's talk.
Some people that read my blog might think that i'm really mean and totally hate everybody because they annoy me so much. Others might think that i'm this bible belt because i talk about God a lot. I'm niether of the two. To those people, get over it and give me a call if you hate me and my posts. I'll always try to have an open mind, so let's chat.
Speaking of having an open mind, i really think i'm a pretty easy-going person. I really try to see both sides, or all sides and discuss things with a level mind. But when people don't give me the same respect, it's frustrating. It's also frustrating when i feel like i should be tolerant of what other people believe, even if they aren't tolerant of what i believe.
For example, sometimes i feel like i shouldn't post something on my blog because it might offend someone. Like i feel like i shouldn't post too many Jesus-y things on my blog because some people think i'm being too holy and not respecting other views on religion. Or sometimes i feel guilty talking about things that annoy me because the person reading it might be that very person that annoys me, but then i get over it and post it anyway. ha.
I know this blog is all over the place, but i have a point. Why do i feel like i need to defend Jesus? Or defend my feelings, or what i believe? It's weird. I think i feel this way because people are so defensive. We don't want to listen to each other. We would rather judge instead of listen, hate instead of understand, and ignore instead of recognize. I love Jesus. I shouldn't have to defend Him to love Him. But yet, i feel like i do all the time. I feel like there is so much pressure to prove Jesus to people.
Do you know why i feel this way? Because so many people aren't tolerant or accepting of my opinion, or my realness, or my faith. So many people would rather hate me instead of talk to me. This pisses me off and leads me to defending Jesus instead of just loving Him and inviting others to love him too.
And it's not just my blogs about Jesus, or God or whatever, but about anything that i have a strong opinion about. If i want to talk about how fake people are lame, i will. I don't care if you're the one that's fake. If i want to blog about how i think America is shady, i will. I don't care if you love Bush. It's what i think and i am open to discussion. I just wish more people would understand the freedom in being authentic and the peace in having an open mind.
Some people that read my blog might think that i'm really mean and totally hate everybody because they annoy me so much. Others might think that i'm this bible belt because i talk about God a lot. I'm niether of the two. To those people, get over it and give me a call if you hate me and my posts. I'll always try to have an open mind, so let's chat.
Speaking of having an open mind, i really think i'm a pretty easy-going person. I really try to see both sides, or all sides and discuss things with a level mind. But when people don't give me the same respect, it's frustrating. It's also frustrating when i feel like i should be tolerant of what other people believe, even if they aren't tolerant of what i believe.
For example, sometimes i feel like i shouldn't post something on my blog because it might offend someone. Like i feel like i shouldn't post too many Jesus-y things on my blog because some people think i'm being too holy and not respecting other views on religion. Or sometimes i feel guilty talking about things that annoy me because the person reading it might be that very person that annoys me, but then i get over it and post it anyway. ha.
I know this blog is all over the place, but i have a point. Why do i feel like i need to defend Jesus? Or defend my feelings, or what i believe? It's weird. I think i feel this way because people are so defensive. We don't want to listen to each other. We would rather judge instead of listen, hate instead of understand, and ignore instead of recognize. I love Jesus. I shouldn't have to defend Him to love Him. But yet, i feel like i do all the time. I feel like there is so much pressure to prove Jesus to people.
Do you know why i feel this way? Because so many people aren't tolerant or accepting of my opinion, or my realness, or my faith. So many people would rather hate me instead of talk to me. This pisses me off and leads me to defending Jesus instead of just loving Him and inviting others to love him too.
And it's not just my blogs about Jesus, or God or whatever, but about anything that i have a strong opinion about. If i want to talk about how fake people are lame, i will. I don't care if you're the one that's fake. If i want to blog about how i think America is shady, i will. I don't care if you love Bush. It's what i think and i am open to discussion. I just wish more people would understand the freedom in being authentic and the peace in having an open mind.
I'm Thankful
The last couple weeks I've been very thankful. God has blessed me beyond my understanding. It would take days to record all my blessings and it would take even longer to explain the way God has had his hand on me throughout my lifetime. So I won't do either of those. But I do want to recognize the always encouraging blessing of my family.
During the last couple months I’ve been processing the absolutely joy of my family. I'm not only referring to my immediate family, but to my extended as well. I'm talking about my husband and parents, as well as my aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents, great aunts and great uncles, in-laws and god parents. Oh, and I almost forgot...my brother. He's a punk, but he does bring me tremendous joy.
Does this sound silly? Like, how in the world do I feel like all of these people are a blessing? Well, it's been a process to understand, but they are. Yea, some are weird, but then again, in my own way, I’m weird. Yea, some are annoyingly loud, but I’m not too shy myself. And of course some don't understand me, but then again, I don't understand them. And that's ok. The thing about all these traits that might serve as little annoyances don't really bother me in the end. They don't bother me because beneath those things I really love the person they are. I can say I truly enjoy all my family. And to quote my Papa, Victor from 2 days ago..."Not many people can say they enjoy there whole family." So true Papa, so true.
I couldn't blog about family and not write something specifically about my mom and dad. I love them.
I love them so much. They were such good parents as I was growing up, and they are my dearest friends now as an adult. They support me and encourage me. They really have brought me so much happiness, each in their own way. My mom is wonderful to talk to, to get advice from and of course go shopping with. My dad is someone who at any given time can make me laugh. And because he’s my daddy, I will always be his little princess. They make me feel so loved, so special, and sometimes so dumb. But I love it. I love that they keep it real. Thanks for who you are mom and dad. Thank you for the hearts you have. I love you.
Sometimes I get really sad. I start to realize my entire family won't always be here with me. My grandparents are still alive, even my great aunts. I'm so lucky. My heart hurts when I think that there will be a day or many days that I have to attend an uninvited funeral. But I can't be so sorrow, because I’ve been able to laugh with these people, and enjoy life with them for so long. Not many people have that either. I've been blessed with a big family. A family with big hearts and I will always treasure our memories. Thank you God. I am so blessed and I am so thankful.
During the last couple months I’ve been processing the absolutely joy of my family. I'm not only referring to my immediate family, but to my extended as well. I'm talking about my husband and parents, as well as my aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents, great aunts and great uncles, in-laws and god parents. Oh, and I almost forgot...my brother. He's a punk, but he does bring me tremendous joy.
Does this sound silly? Like, how in the world do I feel like all of these people are a blessing? Well, it's been a process to understand, but they are. Yea, some are weird, but then again, in my own way, I’m weird. Yea, some are annoyingly loud, but I’m not too shy myself. And of course some don't understand me, but then again, I don't understand them. And that's ok. The thing about all these traits that might serve as little annoyances don't really bother me in the end. They don't bother me because beneath those things I really love the person they are. I can say I truly enjoy all my family. And to quote my Papa, Victor from 2 days ago..."Not many people can say they enjoy there whole family." So true Papa, so true.
I couldn't blog about family and not write something specifically about my mom and dad. I love them.
I love them so much. They were such good parents as I was growing up, and they are my dearest friends now as an adult. They support me and encourage me. They really have brought me so much happiness, each in their own way. My mom is wonderful to talk to, to get advice from and of course go shopping with. My dad is someone who at any given time can make me laugh. And because he’s my daddy, I will always be his little princess. They make me feel so loved, so special, and sometimes so dumb. But I love it. I love that they keep it real. Thanks for who you are mom and dad. Thank you for the hearts you have. I love you.
Sometimes I get really sad. I start to realize my entire family won't always be here with me. My grandparents are still alive, even my great aunts. I'm so lucky. My heart hurts when I think that there will be a day or many days that I have to attend an uninvited funeral. But I can't be so sorrow, because I’ve been able to laugh with these people, and enjoy life with them for so long. Not many people have that either. I've been blessed with a big family. A family with big hearts and I will always treasure our memories. Thank you God. I am so blessed and I am so thankful.
Monday, June 16, 2008
The ol' switcheroo
I could hardly sleep last night. Chance and I were talking about all these new ideas we had for our business and I was getting sooooo excited. One thing we are working on is changing our website. We are switching our current website to something that is going to be so killer it will give you a good sock in the face. It should be up in the next two-three weeks or so. I'm sure i will post a blog about it. And speaking about blogs, we are working on a new blog too, so keep your eyes open for that.
We are also designing new business cards, and we might, juuuust might be able to film weddings as well as take pictures for it. More on that later, it's still in the works.
We are so blessed and we couldn't be more thankful. For those of you that don't know, Chance and I decided to start our business about 3 months ago, and it's picking up so much faster than we could have hoped for. Thanks to everyone that loves us, we love you ten times over.
We are also designing new business cards, and we might, juuuust might be able to film weddings as well as take pictures for it. More on that later, it's still in the works.
We are so blessed and we couldn't be more thankful. For those of you that don't know, Chance and I decided to start our business about 3 months ago, and it's picking up so much faster than we could have hoped for. Thanks to everyone that loves us, we love you ten times over.
Monday, June 9, 2008
The Kleins
So my husband always blows my mind. He's like this creative amazingness of a human being. He always has so many ideas in his cute little head. He tells me about some of the ways he's going to experiment with his photography and i know whatever he does will turn out incredible. Please keep encouraging him. Give him advice if you want to, he's really nice. I'm so proud of these picutes he took of our friends. Please check them out and let us, or him or me know what you think. We would reaaaalllyyy appreciate it. thanks!!!!!!!
Thursday, June 5, 2008
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exclamation points. I have a really difficult time understanding exclamation points. I've been bothered by them recently. I started thinking about this the other day as i was texting a friend of mine. I felt like i needed to end every sentence with an exclamation point. Why? Well apparently i think that if i don't use an exclamation point then the person receiving my message might think i'm being rude, or cynical or mean or sarcastic. The list goes on. i don't know where i picked up on the idea that exclamation points are the only way to seem polite or sweet when you are emailing, or myspacing or text messaging. Dumb.
I was also noticing that I’m not the only one that does this. About every girl on myspace can’t help but have about 20 exclamation points in their ‘about me’ section. Exclamation points are to be used by the writer for emphasis or expression of strong feelings... other than that, there isn't really a need.
So why did i text, "I think i'm going to the bank! is that ok with you?! how's your day going?!!!!! i hope it's great! i should talk to you soon about everything else! thanks for your help!!!"
now that's just gay. i'm a passionate person, but no one is that passionate. no more exclamation for me, unless desperately needed. thanks.
P.S. counting crows new CD is killer. I'm obsessed.
I was also noticing that I’m not the only one that does this. About every girl on myspace can’t help but have about 20 exclamation points in their ‘about me’ section. Exclamation points are to be used by the writer for emphasis or expression of strong feelings... other than that, there isn't really a need.
So why did i text, "I think i'm going to the bank! is that ok with you?! how's your day going?!!!!! i hope it's great! i should talk to you soon about everything else! thanks for your help!!!"
now that's just gay. i'm a passionate person, but no one is that passionate. no more exclamation for me, unless desperately needed. thanks.
P.S. counting crows new CD is killer. I'm obsessed.
i blew it.
So I had sugar today. I blew it BIG TIME. But just because I blew it doesn't mean I’m still not going to try to go without it. Sooo, yea that was my disappointment today.
Other than giving into my cravings, today was a pretty good day. I went around town and dropped off our new Chance James Photography business cards. That was fun. And I went to Salvation Army to look for some cool frames for some of our photography. Chance and I have really rad ideas for our new business so we are super duper excited to be experimenting with our new photography adventure. We are going to try to get more involved in the wedding biz in Fresno so we can recommend our clients to the best wedding professionals in the Valley. We want to be able to recommend places to friends and clients as they plan their special day. We also want people to feel free to give us feedback on our work as well as our prices and packages.
Thanks to all of you that support us, we really appreciate you.
Other than giving into my cravings, today was a pretty good day. I went around town and dropped off our new Chance James Photography business cards. That was fun. And I went to Salvation Army to look for some cool frames for some of our photography. Chance and I have really rad ideas for our new business so we are super duper excited to be experimenting with our new photography adventure. We are going to try to get more involved in the wedding biz in Fresno so we can recommend our clients to the best wedding professionals in the Valley. We want to be able to recommend places to friends and clients as they plan their special day. We also want people to feel free to give us feedback on our work as well as our prices and packages.
Thanks to all of you that support us, we really appreciate you.
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