Random Confessions (A glimpse into my mind)

10.27.10

I used to go to bed dirty. Like, really, dirty. I would play four or five or six games of softball in Arizona and come home completely soaked in sweat and caked in dirt, take off my uniform, put on my jammies and crawl in bed. Gross, I know. But at the time I couldn’t even make my tired body stand in the shower, I was totally finished for the day. I played hard, I was focused for hours, and was busy moving the whole day. I played infield and pitched so I never got a break, could never even take a breather and I liked it that way.

I went to college and all the infield positions were already taken by upper classmen so if I wanted to play I was to learn to play the outfield. Everything is slower in the outfield. You are not constantly in the action, you are not constantly moving, or thinking where you should be next, it was kinda boring at times. I would even go home from practice sometimes fully clean, what?! I found at practice my mind wasn’t fully engaged so it would wander, always aware what was going on around me (I promise Dave), but I could think about the waves and if it was a good time to go surfing, I watched the gophers heads pop up and down on our field wondering what their little tunnels looked like, I thought what it would be like to be a bird and wondered why all birds wouldn't want to live on the coast. I would also hum, but that’s another story. And sometimes these thoughts would formulate into words and I would say something to my teammates. It’s not good to say these things out of nowhere, I got labeled as weird and random. It hurt my feelings. I didn’t want to be known as the weird and random freshman. However, as time passed and as I became more sure of who I am I decided I am really random! My mind moves at a million miles a minute and sometimes I even forget what I was just thinking because it is so random. So today I am embracing my randomness and am giving you a glimpse into my crazy, random mind.

Some Random things.

*My grooveshark playlist…a sampling…Lifehouse, Lady Antebellum, Miley Cyrus, Passion Pit and Black Eyed Peas

*I only buy Peppermint gum

*I use my day planner religiously at the beginning of the year and at the end of the year. I’m not quite sure what happens between March and October.

*My car I have had in my possession for over four years is still registered under my parents. This only poses a problem in October.

*I bought a dresser off of craigslist that I am probably going to paint yellow. I told Wil just trust me.

*My face is the first thing I wash in the shower cuz God forbid I have to touch my face with wrinkly fingers.

*Things I call Corbyn: Baby, Munchkey, Buddy, Bubba, Bubby, C-Shake, Noodles, Gizmo, Giz, Lil Man. He responds to all. But if you ask him his name he answers “Baby”.

*I try to convince myself, all the time, I actually like to run.

*I throw most things away, the one thing I do keep, all cards and notes from my husband to me and from me to my husband.

*I’ve started to think about Corbyn’s 2^nd birthday party, which is at the end of January.

*I save my money for nice jeans.

*Really needs to have an at home movie day to see all the movies I’ve wanted to see in 2010 but I’ve missed in the theatres…Eclipse, Inception, When in Rome, Iron Man 2, Toy Story 3, Despicable Me, and The Switch.

*=) and ! in emails make me happy.

*I miss my teammates.

*I would write in all lowercase if it was grammatically correct.

*My going to bed dirty days are over, I now take two showers a day =)

Braids and Admiration

september 16, 2010

My mom once hired someone to come to our house and spend a warm summer afternoon with us. Their purpose was simple, teach my mom and her two left hands how to french braid my hair. After a few hours of tugging at my head, some barely audible choice words, and a few tears my hair was in one big knot. Not the pretty, perfectly symmetrical braids I had so desperately wanted to match Brittany Smith. My only hope for this hairstyle I wanted to sport was found in my friend April. We went on almost every vacation with their family, so a few times during the weeks we were on vacation, my mom would ask April if she would braid my hair. I was afraid to ask. April was older than me, and oh, so much cooler than me. I looked up to her. And as she braided my hair pulling till my eyes would water (that's what made it look good), I sat thankful that not only she could braid but she would take time out for little Amy.

Years later, (though not with the desire anymore for the perfectly symmetrical double braids), I find myself again thankful for the friend I have in April, and again, admiring her. April is an amazing wedding photographer, (www.aprilsmithphotography.com), and last Saturday I had the privilege of tagging along with her to a beautiful wedding. I watched, I thought, I coveted (her equipment), I learned, I shot a little bit, we chatted, we laughed, we got In 'n' Out. It was a fabulous experience and I am so appreciative that April would still take time out for not so little Amy.

Thank you April! Love you!

And since a post is better with a photo. This is actually a photograph of April's parents waiting for the ceremony to start.

Little M- 6 weeks

09.14.10

Girl travels to England. Girl falls in love with England. Boy falls in love with girl. Girl falls in love with boy. Girl stays in England. Boy and girl get married. And a year later boy and girl have baby M. Family of 3 travels to the states to introduce precious M to girl's family. And I am positive family has fallen in love with little M.
They were visiting here in Prescott for a few days and I am so thankful I got to meet this beautiful little girl and capture her innocence, beauty, and little developing personality at 6 weeks. She was on an 8 hour time difference and did absolutely wonderfully as she charmed us with her little smirks, curious blue eyes, and her fascination with her tongue. Jen and Jonathan thank you for introducing me to your little girl, you are fabulous parents that I know will raise a fabulous little girl. Congratulations!

Little M is so beautiful!


I <3>

"Here's my tongue!"

I loved all her cute expressions
And blue eyes




Here is little M (very sleepy at this point) with mom and dad and her great-grandparents. Very special!

Barbie Jeep Dream

september 7. 2010

It was a shade of pepto bismal pink, creamy white, with lavender details, went five miles an hour, and at the age of six meant a freedom I never had tasted before. Wind blowing through my hair, peddle pushed to the ground, I had arrived, my dream of my very own Barbie Jeep had come true. I was no longer the perennial passenger in my cousins jeep, I had one of my very own. A jeep that had come from the proceeds of lemonade stands, raking leaves, and vigorously searching the couch cushions (i secretly think my dad actually put money there for me to find). My little dream had led to reality.
My camera arrived today. A year ago I (stole) my dad's camera and started to see things in a different way. I started to see the beauty of life through a lens, captured at hundreths of a second, creating memories of moments. I liked what I saw. I felt like it sparked something in me and I went into Barbie Jeep mode. This is a beginning to a dream but it feels good that there is a beginning. There are so many steps, who's kidding, giant leaps ahead of me I need to take, and honestly, I'm overwhelmed. But at the same time I know with hard work, sacrifice, and a lot of encouragement being a photographer will become a reality. It will be even bigger than my Barbie Jeep dream.
And since I know the road ahead will have a steep learning curves and at times will be discouraging I decided to start with a list of why for myself.
Why I want to be a wedding photographer.
1. I love love!
2. I love stories and one of the greatest stories you can tell is two peoples love story
3. I love making people feel beautiful
4. I love raw emotion
5. I love seeing two people vow crazy things and actually mean it
6. I love happiness
7. I love dresses, shoes, jewelry, flowers...basically all things wedding
8. I love performing under pressure
9. I love looking at my own wedding pictures, remembering.
10. I am passionate about it

Here is to the road ahead!

Sarah- 3 months

september 4. 2010

At three months old she's already such a girly girl. Having a boy and a nephew I know that from a very young age boys make little grunting noises and are naturally drawn to destructiveness. Sarah makes these cute little high-pitched girly noises and coos and at her "can't-sit-up or hold-my-own-bottle" stage knows that a tutu, though uncomfortable, is a style must. She is precious and is such an easy going baby especially if she has her cute pink heart paci, seriously I thought Corbyn liked his paci, not even close to how much Sarah loves hers. I love documenting sweet Sarah as she grows and changes and can't run away from the camera quite yet =).

She's so beautiful!

This beautiful delicate green dress her Nana wore when she was a baby, how awesome is that?!


This tutu her Aunt Natalie made, its sooo cute!


Sarah and her mommy both wore this yellow dress for their baby dedication
Attempt at getting a cousin picture, all three blue eyed babies!

Big brother Ry-Ry!
Best buddies!