Tongue Tied

This year must be the year of self discovery or some such nonsense. Maybe turning thirty isn't such a bad thing. Today's topic: Photography. It's no secret I like to take pictures. I have enjoyed photography since I got my first point and shoot when I was eight years old, and I've been working on it ever since. I've gotten much more serious about it in the last few years, thanks to the invention of the affordable DSLR. In the 2 1/2 years I've owned my beloved Nikon D90, I've taken thousands upon thousands of photos. I've done some shoots for family and friends, and while I don't dislike doing that, I've never felt the calling to make photography a career. Even though my mom and Seth like to nag me about it. For awhile I've wondered why that is. If I love photography so much and I spend so much time working to get better at it, why wouldn't I want to be paid to do it? Am I just that  lazy? Well, yes and no. Owning your own busi...

A few reasons why you're my Valentine: 1. I'll just get it out of the way--you're really hot. Like, seriously. When I met you, I would not have guessed you would turn out so attractive looking. And I mean that in the nicest way possible. In fact, I'm almost  a little annoyed that you're so good looking and in shape and all that, because now I have to try harder to look like I belong with you. 2. You're willing to work your tail off. I admire this, because, as you may have noticed, I am not normally what could be labeled "busy". If it were my responsibility to get a job and stuff, we'd be living in a relative's basement, eating macaroni and rice until the constipation killed us. So, thank you for liking to work. 3. You are funny. When I was in sixth or seventh grade, my grandma had me write a list of the things I'd want in a potential husband, so that when I found you I could compare what I wanted with what I got. At the top of my list...

First of all, thank you to those who left comments and suggestions for me. I definitely have some things to think about. :) In the meantime, Seth and I have hatched a little plan to satiate the hungry music beast that resides within us: youtube. More specifically, recording our favorite songs and posting them on youtube, and maybe even scratching out some original songs. When I texted Seth with this idea, his response was "You'll have to take off the band-aid." My first interpretation of this was that I have a camera phobia and hate being recorded so much that the idea of Skype makes my skin crawl. Therefore, to really go at this with gusto, I'm going to have to lose some inhibitions and just let go of my hatred of watching/listening to a recording of myself. Which is true. But what he really meant was that I would literally have to remove the band-aid that I put over the camera of my laptop (to protect me from unwanted recording, of course). So hopefully ...

After the fam left for church, I loafed with breakfast and browsing online for Easter clothes.  Thank you, Pinterest, for the yummy iced coffee recipe found here . Leaky diaper = laundry. Any excuse to use this bad boy. Laundry is no respecter of illness. Folding & catching up on Downton Abbey. Then this little stinker came home and helped. Raving that my meatballs were "the best meatballs ever" and that given the option of candy and meatballs, they'd choose meatballs. Bonus picture of meatballs.  Helping wake Daddy up after naptime. Ol' George. Seth's paparazzi won't even let him brush his teeth in peace. I really like his outfit today.  Crying when Daddy & the Things leave for church. Waving goodbye.

This just in: I am musically frustrated. And I'm starting to realize I'm the problem. A few months back, I wrote about how the music at our church was changing in awesome ways. My opinion on that hasn't changed. The band and singing are wonderful at church, and each week I find myself really enjoying and getting lost in the message of the music and I'm not nearly as distracted as I used to be.  But ironically, all of the changes I was longing for all these years have resulted in me being far less involved. On the one hand, that's great, because it means other people are participating and the talent in our church is finally being recognized. But, for me personally, it's a little sad, and I find myself restless and itching for an opportunity to sing.  Yeah, I know. I sound like a diva. But all of us can relate to this, I'm sure. Having a particular area of expertise and dedication and not having an outlet to express it. Like a writer without a reader...