Hi y'all.
I'm completely exhausted, ironically after three vacation days, so I don't have a lot of energy to write a huge update but I wanted to post something before I forget (I keep a log elsewhere but it's handwritten).
My mom's lymph node biopsy results came back saying she would definitely need to start chemo. She would also have to get a bone marrow biopsy which she had done on Thursday, November 18th. This same day she started out-patient chemo (she drives into SF to get the chemo and then drives home). She'll do that for 11 days total (skipping Thanksgiving Day - yay!!), and then she'll have about 2 weeks to recover. After recovery she'll do more outpatient chemo.
This will go on for at least 4 months while they look for a stem cell/bone marrow donor. Closest matches are usually siblings so that will start soon and then they'll go further out in the family and also start searching through other databases. After the transplant, she'll continue chemo and it sounds like that could go on for at least a year.
I'm stressed, scared out of my mind, and having a hard time thinking good thoughts. If y'all could help me out in that department, I'd really appreciate it.
Friday, November 19, 2010
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Unfair
Sometimes life can truly be unfair.
My mom went to the doctor for her scheduled PET scan this Monday, November 8th, her first one in months. I imagine it was supposed to tell the doctors how she was doing and what treatment, if any, was needed. I texted her after getting home from work to see how everything went (the test tends to give her a bad headache and she's tired from having to drive back from SF) and she said that the test itself went fine and her headache wasn't nearly as bad as it has been. She didn't have any news at that point, so we chatted for a minute and then I left her alone so she could rest.
Matt's mom had called while we were at work and left us a message asking us to call her and let her know how my mom's test went. She's awesome like that. She's always worried that she doesn't talk to my parents often enough - she wants us to pass along the "we're thinking of you" sentiment which seems to be fine with both parties. Anyway, we called her and basically told her we had no more information.
Ugh.
Then my mom texts me: "Just got a call from dr. Martin. It's not good. The cancer is back :("
Ugggggghhhhhhh.
I called her right away to see if she knew anything else. She didn't. She'd get a biopsy done on one of the swollen lymph nodes in her leg and then she'd meet with her doctor to see what her options were.
Before she started all these treatments back in March, I remember the doctor saying something about how she can't go through this treatment two times in the same year - it just puts too much strain on her organs. So mom was originally worried that she wouldn't have any options and she'd just have to wait until the cancer took her away from us (holy hell, that was hard to type). Thankfully it looks like she'll have a few options, though we won't know what they are until later this week.
Sorry for the downer post. This blog serves as my journal sometimes when I don't really have time to hand write it in my book. If you have room for my mom in your thoughts and/or prayers I would really appreciate it. She's going to need everything she can get.
I love you, mom.
My mom went to the doctor for her scheduled PET scan this Monday, November 8th, her first one in months. I imagine it was supposed to tell the doctors how she was doing and what treatment, if any, was needed. I texted her after getting home from work to see how everything went (the test tends to give her a bad headache and she's tired from having to drive back from SF) and she said that the test itself went fine and her headache wasn't nearly as bad as it has been. She didn't have any news at that point, so we chatted for a minute and then I left her alone so she could rest.
Matt's mom had called while we were at work and left us a message asking us to call her and let her know how my mom's test went. She's awesome like that. She's always worried that she doesn't talk to my parents often enough - she wants us to pass along the "we're thinking of you" sentiment which seems to be fine with both parties. Anyway, we called her and basically told her we had no more information.
Ugh.
Then my mom texts me: "Just got a call from dr. Martin. It's not good. The cancer is back :("
Ugggggghhhhhhh.
I called her right away to see if she knew anything else. She didn't. She'd get a biopsy done on one of the swollen lymph nodes in her leg and then she'd meet with her doctor to see what her options were.
Before she started all these treatments back in March, I remember the doctor saying something about how she can't go through this treatment two times in the same year - it just puts too much strain on her organs. So mom was originally worried that she wouldn't have any options and she'd just have to wait until the cancer took her away from us (holy hell, that was hard to type). Thankfully it looks like she'll have a few options, though we won't know what they are until later this week.
Sorry for the downer post. This blog serves as my journal sometimes when I don't really have time to hand write it in my book. If you have room for my mom in your thoughts and/or prayers I would really appreciate it. She's going to need everything she can get.
I love you, mom.
Monday, October 25, 2010
I believe...
... in the peaceful effect rain has on me.
... in common courtesy.
... in saying how you feel the moment you feel it. With any luck your filter will be in check to catch any vulgarities.
... in Date Night with the husband :-)
... in taking a day or a weekend all to yourself to do what YOU want to do.
... in Ugg boots, flannel PJs, and hot chocolate. This combo has saved my soul and my sanity on more than one occasion.
... in bribing children when necessary. Heck, we bring candy to work to make the COLLEGE STUDENTS happier to come visit our office.
... in recycling. Let's keep the world clean, ok people?
... in family. I believe in this more and more every day.
What do you believe in today?
... in common courtesy.
... in saying how you feel the moment you feel it. With any luck your filter will be in check to catch any vulgarities.
... in Date Night with the husband :-)
... in taking a day or a weekend all to yourself to do what YOU want to do.
... in Ugg boots, flannel PJs, and hot chocolate. This combo has saved my soul and my sanity on more than one occasion.
... in bribing children when necessary. Heck, we bring candy to work to make the COLLEGE STUDENTS happier to come visit our office.
... in recycling. Let's keep the world clean, ok people?
... in family. I believe in this more and more every day.
What do you believe in today?
Sunday, October 24, 2010
October Update
So apparently I can't write on this blog (or any blog, for that matter) as much as I would like. I'd get an idea that I want to blog but I'm not near a computer. Then when I am on a computer I'm doing something else. Like work. Ugh. Anyway, I figured I'd spend a few minutes, while there is nothing good on tv, updating you all on my life.
Sounds exciting right? I'm being sarcastic.
So, my big new project is creating my family tree on www.ancestry.com. After my grandma passed away last October, I found out that she was adopted. I hadn't known in the 25 years I've been alive that my grandmother was adopted. Why did no one tell me?! Then my grandpa (her husband) passed away a few months ago and for some reason his death hit me harder than I thought it would. Yes he's my grandpa and he's been there since I was born but I was never super close with him. Not as much as I wanted to be, anyway. And I realized how little I actually knew about him. Then I started obsessing about what else I don't know about my family, and how sad it is that I don't know my grandparents and now I'm down to one out of six (my dad's parents split a long time ago and remarried, the couple I just talked about is my dad's mom and step dad). I seriously had an internal freak out. So, I wrote a letter to my grandmother - it was my turn after all - and I asked her if she could help me with our family tree.
Let me back up. In the seventh grade, we were supposed to create an autobiography. I've read mine several times over the years because it's funny to see how you were way back then. Anyway, part of the assignment was to create a family tree starting with yourself (duh) and going back to your great grandparents. I thought it was interesting and all, but I didn't fully understand it and here I am, 13 years later, finally wondering what it all means.
So this was at least my baseline. I had signed up for a free account on Ancestry and put in the information I knew about me, my parents, and some of their parents. Give me a break, we don't really swap stories in my family so I didn't know much, if anything, on any of them. Then last weekend we met up with my grandma while we were out cleaning grandpa's house and she handed me a large manila envelope with lots of paper in it. Someone, apparently one of my mom's distant cousins, had started researching my great grandmother's maiden name - Kammerer. Also inside was a picture of my great grandmother and great grandfather. Oh. My. Gosh. Cutest picture ever. I entered in the information from this packet and found that it was far too much to do in a few sittings, so I started working on it for an hour every day. This weekend I got a huge chunk of it done and I have nearly 450 people in my family tree, and that is just following my mom's grandmother on her mom's side. Insane! I'm so excited to work on the rest of my family tree.
Biggest news? My ancestors on that side of the family came from Germany and squatted on a huge piece of land in South Dakota that is still being run by the Kammerers. This land was used to raise cattle. Herefords, to be exact. My in-laws would be proud. Oh and I have a relative who graduated from West Point and as an officer was stationed in Hawaii during the attack on Pearl Harbor.
Honestly, that's been my biggest priority lately. I'm going to be purchasing some lighting equipment for my photography that I will probably need for one of my two official photo shoots in November. So excited! There is way too much going on in November, I have no idea how I fit two photoshoots in there.
It rained all weekend, and I could not be happier. Normally the bad weather makes me really gloomy and, quite frankly, grumpy. Good luck to Matt when I'm grumpy and it's because of the WEATHER. He can't change it, he just tries to stay out of the line of fire. Sorry Matt :-( But this year? I'm so ready for it! I can't believe that I'm 100% a California girl and I'm completely tired of sunshine. I want rain. I want A LOT of rain. And I got it this weekend. I didn't even get dressed yesterday, I was in my pj shirt, flannel pants and my Ugg boots all day. It was amazing.
I think that's about it. This week is the first week of registration for the Spring semester. Seriously? The semester has gone by so fast and yet I feel like it has kicked my butt since it started. So this week should be pretty crazy, hopefully that means it will go by fast!
Sounds exciting right? I'm being sarcastic.
So, my big new project is creating my family tree on www.ancestry.com. After my grandma passed away last October, I found out that she was adopted. I hadn't known in the 25 years I've been alive that my grandmother was adopted. Why did no one tell me?! Then my grandpa (her husband) passed away a few months ago and for some reason his death hit me harder than I thought it would. Yes he's my grandpa and he's been there since I was born but I was never super close with him. Not as much as I wanted to be, anyway. And I realized how little I actually knew about him. Then I started obsessing about what else I don't know about my family, and how sad it is that I don't know my grandparents and now I'm down to one out of six (my dad's parents split a long time ago and remarried, the couple I just talked about is my dad's mom and step dad). I seriously had an internal freak out. So, I wrote a letter to my grandmother - it was my turn after all - and I asked her if she could help me with our family tree.
Let me back up. In the seventh grade, we were supposed to create an autobiography. I've read mine several times over the years because it's funny to see how you were way back then. Anyway, part of the assignment was to create a family tree starting with yourself (duh) and going back to your great grandparents. I thought it was interesting and all, but I didn't fully understand it and here I am, 13 years later, finally wondering what it all means.
So this was at least my baseline. I had signed up for a free account on Ancestry and put in the information I knew about me, my parents, and some of their parents. Give me a break, we don't really swap stories in my family so I didn't know much, if anything, on any of them. Then last weekend we met up with my grandma while we were out cleaning grandpa's house and she handed me a large manila envelope with lots of paper in it. Someone, apparently one of my mom's distant cousins, had started researching my great grandmother's maiden name - Kammerer. Also inside was a picture of my great grandmother and great grandfather. Oh. My. Gosh. Cutest picture ever. I entered in the information from this packet and found that it was far too much to do in a few sittings, so I started working on it for an hour every day. This weekend I got a huge chunk of it done and I have nearly 450 people in my family tree, and that is just following my mom's grandmother on her mom's side. Insane! I'm so excited to work on the rest of my family tree.
Biggest news? My ancestors on that side of the family came from Germany and squatted on a huge piece of land in South Dakota that is still being run by the Kammerers. This land was used to raise cattle. Herefords, to be exact. My in-laws would be proud. Oh and I have a relative who graduated from West Point and as an officer was stationed in Hawaii during the attack on Pearl Harbor.
Honestly, that's been my biggest priority lately. I'm going to be purchasing some lighting equipment for my photography that I will probably need for one of my two official photo shoots in November. So excited! There is way too much going on in November, I have no idea how I fit two photoshoots in there.
It rained all weekend, and I could not be happier. Normally the bad weather makes me really gloomy and, quite frankly, grumpy. Good luck to Matt when I'm grumpy and it's because of the WEATHER. He can't change it, he just tries to stay out of the line of fire. Sorry Matt :-( But this year? I'm so ready for it! I can't believe that I'm 100% a California girl and I'm completely tired of sunshine. I want rain. I want A LOT of rain. And I got it this weekend. I didn't even get dressed yesterday, I was in my pj shirt, flannel pants and my Ugg boots all day. It was amazing.
I think that's about it. This week is the first week of registration for the Spring semester. Seriously? The semester has gone by so fast and yet I feel like it has kicked my butt since it started. So this week should be pretty crazy, hopefully that means it will go by fast!
Sunday, September 26, 2010
I believe
I follow the blog of a woman who happens to be a new mom and a military wife and while I don't have kids, her posts are real, honest, and refreshing to read. She posts on things she believes once a week and I think it's a great idea, so I'm following suit. So here we go!
I believe...
... spending your entire Sunday watching movies and tv shows saved on the DVR is my favorite activity.
... cleaning house is good for the soul, but it should rarely be a priority.
... in having sweet and salty foods in the house at.all.times.
... I am the best version of myself when I'm around kids or animals. That includes a cattle auction.
... in crying. I'm a blubbering idiot when I cry so I tend to do it in private. I also believe in keeping sad movies around the house just so I can watch them and let it out while my husband does the grocery shopping.
... a house that smells like cookies can really lift your mood. Eating the dough because you're impatient can also have the same effect.
... spiders are the devil. Seriously, those eight legged monsters need to go.
... in making friends with those you do business with. I'm one of the crazy people who invited my car dealer to my wedding.
... in our soldiers. Former, current, and future soldiers - all of them. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for all that you do. Don't freak out if i approach you in the airport and shake your hand.
... in days off. I used to not take breaks or vacations, and I'm regretting it. Mental health days are necessary.
... in Fall TV. Grey's Anatomy, Private Practice, The Office - my DVR is full!
... in quiet time with the husband.
What do you believe in today?
If you want to follow this military mama, follow her here!
I believe...
... spending your entire Sunday watching movies and tv shows saved on the DVR is my favorite activity.
... cleaning house is good for the soul, but it should rarely be a priority.
... in having sweet and salty foods in the house at.all.times.
... I am the best version of myself when I'm around kids or animals. That includes a cattle auction.
... in crying. I'm a blubbering idiot when I cry so I tend to do it in private. I also believe in keeping sad movies around the house just so I can watch them and let it out while my husband does the grocery shopping.
... a house that smells like cookies can really lift your mood. Eating the dough because you're impatient can also have the same effect.
... spiders are the devil. Seriously, those eight legged monsters need to go.
... in making friends with those you do business with. I'm one of the crazy people who invited my car dealer to my wedding.
... in our soldiers. Former, current, and future soldiers - all of them. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for all that you do. Don't freak out if i approach you in the airport and shake your hand.
... in days off. I used to not take breaks or vacations, and I'm regretting it. Mental health days are necessary.
... in Fall TV. Grey's Anatomy, Private Practice, The Office - my DVR is full!
... in quiet time with the husband.
What do you believe in today?
If you want to follow this military mama, follow her here!
Monday, September 20, 2010
I believe...
... that music is one of the best things ever.
... that my husband has no idea how amazing he is.
... that my mom is going to beat this cancer. While I am stressed, tired, and overall a hot freaking mess, I believe, from the bottom of my heart, that my mom will get through all of this and come out an even stronger person.
... that Alex Smith will be the death of me. I called it 6 years ago people, he can't hack it.
... that a long drive down a country road should be a weekly occurance.
... that I am a homemaker at heart. While I hate doing chores, I find myself wanting to be home all day and attempting to cook for my husband. And, you know, not make him sick.
... that Facebook is overrated. For real.
... baby powder might be my favorite smell ever.
... hot flashes are evil. And embarrassing.
... I would forget half of my favorite memories if I didn't have photographs to prove that they happened. Maybe that's why I want to be a photographer.
... life would be so sweet if the work week was only 4 days long. Heck, let's make it 3.
What do you believe today?
... that my husband has no idea how amazing he is.
... that my mom is going to beat this cancer. While I am stressed, tired, and overall a hot freaking mess, I believe, from the bottom of my heart, that my mom will get through all of this and come out an even stronger person.
... that Alex Smith will be the death of me. I called it 6 years ago people, he can't hack it.
... that a long drive down a country road should be a weekly occurance.
... that I am a homemaker at heart. While I hate doing chores, I find myself wanting to be home all day and attempting to cook for my husband. And, you know, not make him sick.
... that Facebook is overrated. For real.
... baby powder might be my favorite smell ever.
... hot flashes are evil. And embarrassing.
... I would forget half of my favorite memories if I didn't have photographs to prove that they happened. Maybe that's why I want to be a photographer.
... life would be so sweet if the work week was only 4 days long. Heck, let's make it 3.
What do you believe today?
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Guster
Nothing much to post except a picture that I took of Gus, one of my mother-in-law's three yellow labs. So cute!
Happy Sunday everyone!
Happy Sunday everyone!
Friday, September 17, 2010
Bicycle Poker Run
After a long three days of work, Matt and I were driving home when he asks, "have you ever heard of a bicycle poker run?".
My first instinct was "modified triathalon with poker instead of swimming?".
Matt goes on to say, "no, it's where... wait... what?!"
Me: "Whatever your answer is, mine is so much cooler. And you know it."
Matt: "It totally is! I saw a flier about how they're having this bicycle poker run where people take a 20 mile bike ride in Lodi to a bunch of different wineries where they pick up a single playing card at each station. At the end of the 20 miles, you have to put together your cards to make your best poker hand and whoever has the best hand wins prizes."
Me: "Wow, that's pretty cool. Wouldn't it be awesome if they had a bicycle poker run where you bike for 20 miles, then play poker all night, and then run in the morning and the person still awake with the best time and the most amount of chips wins?".
Matt: "Yes, yes it would be."
My first instinct was "modified triathalon with poker instead of swimming?".
Matt goes on to say, "no, it's where... wait... what?!"
Me: "Whatever your answer is, mine is so much cooler. And you know it."
Matt: "It totally is! I saw a flier about how they're having this bicycle poker run where people take a 20 mile bike ride in Lodi to a bunch of different wineries where they pick up a single playing card at each station. At the end of the 20 miles, you have to put together your cards to make your best poker hand and whoever has the best hand wins prizes."
Me: "Wow, that's pretty cool. Wouldn't it be awesome if they had a bicycle poker run where you bike for 20 miles, then play poker all night, and then run in the morning and the person still awake with the best time and the most amount of chips wins?".
Matt: "Yes, yes it would be."
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Worried
I've had a headache for a couple of days now, probably close to a week. It's not a sinus headache like I'm used to, it's one that goes along the top of my head, where a headband would go.
Do boys get headband references?
Anyway, Matt is worried about me. I'm pretty sure they're stress headaches, but I got them even on my two days of bereavement. Not looking forward to work tomorrow.
My puppy is so lovable this week, such a sweet boy. I just love it when he's not tearing up the house.
Happy Tuesday everyone.
Do boys get headband references?
Anyway, Matt is worried about me. I'm pretty sure they're stress headaches, but I got them even on my two days of bereavement. Not looking forward to work tomorrow.
My puppy is so lovable this week, such a sweet boy. I just love it when he's not tearing up the house.
Happy Tuesday everyone.
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Random Sunday
I really have nothing exciting to post today. The 49ers totally let me down with a horrible loss to the Sea Hawks.
We did watch "Did You Hear About the Morgans?" though, with Sarah Jessica Parker and Hugh Grant. When the previews started showing on TV I thought it looked somewhat funny but we never got to see it in the theatre. I was browsing the one movie channel we have left for any new movies and found it so I set it to record. It's actually not bad! At almost a 2 hour movie I was pretty entertained through most of it. Saved it on the DVR, if that means anything to you.
That's about it. Hope you had a good weekend!
We did watch "Did You Hear About the Morgans?" though, with Sarah Jessica Parker and Hugh Grant. When the previews started showing on TV I thought it looked somewhat funny but we never got to see it in the theatre. I was browsing the one movie channel we have left for any new movies and found it so I set it to record. It's actually not bad! At almost a 2 hour movie I was pretty entertained through most of it. Saved it on the DVR, if that means anything to you.
That's about it. Hope you had a good weekend!
Saturday, September 11, 2010
Never Forget
I know everyone is posting about this today, but it's something that is important to me and I want to remember how it felt 9 years ago, and how it still feels today.
Everyone probably remembers where they were the moment they found out about the World Trade Center. Nine years ago I was a junior in high school, completely oblivious to the world outside Dublin, California. The morning of Tuesday 9/11/2001 I did not watch the news before going to school as I know many of my classmates did. I went about my morning as I usually did and sat my butt down in Ms. Tama's U.S. History class. I don't remember what time it was, but I remember Ms. Tama coming in and immediately turning on the massive TV in her classroom so we could watch the news. I sat there completely humbled by the images - I didn't know what was going on or the story behind it. All I knew was that a plane flew into a building in New York. I found it fitting that in a class where I would learn about U.S. history, I was sitting there watching history being made right before my eyes.
We obviously couldn't watch tv all day, but most teachers allowed the television to be on for a few minutes each class period. This is probably the worst thing that will happen in my lifetime, and I certainly will never forget how it looked, how it felt, and how my heart sank when I found out that the world can be a scary place.
I'm not a very political person, and while I do certainly have my opinions on every.little.thing. I am not very informed on many things. One thing I can tell you is that I support the troops. I have donated, I have adopted two soldiers and sent them packages and letters through their stay overseas - one in Afghanistan and one in Baghdad. I have created photo collages that I keep with me, I have saved newspapers from 9/11/2001, and for a while I had a yellow ribbon magnet on my car. My cousin is a Marine and he did serve a tour overseas and, thankfully, came home unharmed. I support the troops with my whole heart.
I will never forget September 11th.
Everyone probably remembers where they were the moment they found out about the World Trade Center. Nine years ago I was a junior in high school, completely oblivious to the world outside Dublin, California. The morning of Tuesday 9/11/2001 I did not watch the news before going to school as I know many of my classmates did. I went about my morning as I usually did and sat my butt down in Ms. Tama's U.S. History class. I don't remember what time it was, but I remember Ms. Tama coming in and immediately turning on the massive TV in her classroom so we could watch the news. I sat there completely humbled by the images - I didn't know what was going on or the story behind it. All I knew was that a plane flew into a building in New York. I found it fitting that in a class where I would learn about U.S. history, I was sitting there watching history being made right before my eyes.
We obviously couldn't watch tv all day, but most teachers allowed the television to be on for a few minutes each class period. This is probably the worst thing that will happen in my lifetime, and I certainly will never forget how it looked, how it felt, and how my heart sank when I found out that the world can be a scary place.
I'm not a very political person, and while I do certainly have my opinions on every.little.thing. I am not very informed on many things. One thing I can tell you is that I support the troops. I have donated, I have adopted two soldiers and sent them packages and letters through their stay overseas - one in Afghanistan and one in Baghdad. I have created photo collages that I keep with me, I have saved newspapers from 9/11/2001, and for a while I had a yellow ribbon magnet on my car. My cousin is a Marine and he did serve a tour overseas and, thankfully, came home unharmed. I support the troops with my whole heart.
I will never forget September 11th.
Friday, September 10, 2010
Cancer can suck it
Do you watch Kathy Griffin's show "My Life on the D List"?
No?
Crap, then you won't understand the title. Not that it's difficult or super intellectual, but it is one of Kathy's favorite sayings. I don't use it often, but seriously? Cancer can suck it.
Tonight Matt and I watched the very end of the Stand Up to Cancer telethon. Honestly, it was by accident. We got home from our delayed date night, went for a quick walk around the block (nothing like a 10 minute walk to hypothetically burn off the calories from two pieces of pizza) and turned on the TV. I flipped through the channels and found the telethon and for some reason couldn't let go.
I've had my breakdowns about my mom's cancer. I've totally freaked out every time my dad would call or text me asking if I had talked to my mom because I feared he was going to tell me that she wasn't doing well and I should talk to her as much as possible. I've been there. I am there. Cancer sucks. And while I have basically no disposable income, I did donate a little bit of money tonight.
And you should too.
You know, if you can.
You don't have to. I'm just saying.
It would be nice.
You know?
https://www.standup2cancer.org/Default.aspx
SUCK IT, CANCER.
Love you, mom!
No?
Crap, then you won't understand the title. Not that it's difficult or super intellectual, but it is one of Kathy's favorite sayings. I don't use it often, but seriously? Cancer can suck it.
Tonight Matt and I watched the very end of the Stand Up to Cancer telethon. Honestly, it was by accident. We got home from our delayed date night, went for a quick walk around the block (nothing like a 10 minute walk to hypothetically burn off the calories from two pieces of pizza) and turned on the TV. I flipped through the channels and found the telethon and for some reason couldn't let go.
I've had my breakdowns about my mom's cancer. I've totally freaked out every time my dad would call or text me asking if I had talked to my mom because I feared he was going to tell me that she wasn't doing well and I should talk to her as much as possible. I've been there. I am there. Cancer sucks. And while I have basically no disposable income, I did donate a little bit of money tonight.
And you should too.
You know, if you can.
You don't have to. I'm just saying.
It would be nice.
You know?
https://www.standup2cancer.org/Default.aspx
SUCK IT, CANCER.
Love you, mom!
Friday, September 3, 2010
Grandpa Konrath
I know it seems like I'm going a little overboard by posting twice in the same day, but I have some sad news and I'd rather post it today while it's still fresh in my mind.
My grandpa Konrath, my dad's step dad, has been ill for a very long time. Probably longer than I've realized. He always seemed like he wasn't going to make it through the next year but somehow he held on all this time. When my grandma, his wife, passed away very suddenly last October, I got even more worried about him. He didn't want to go into assisted living, but he also had a huge house all to himself that he didn't know what to do with. He was so used to his routine with my grandma that I waited until the day he seemed lost.
That day never came.
My grandpa is a beautiful, playful, intelligent man full of personality and life. He has been hard of hearing and wore a hearing aid most of the time I've been alive, yet he never got upset if he couldn't hear someone and when he could, he was often laughing and joking with anyone who would listen. I'm sad to say that while I made these observations, I never got to know him very well. While he loved to talk it was usually about news, politics, and stocks... three things I generally don't have much interest in. But I loved the way he talked and it was always fun hearing him laugh.
My grandpa, only a month after his 91st birthday, passed away this evening. He had been in the hospital for over a week treating a bronchitis that wouldn't go away. It obviously took its toll on him as he decided earlier this week that he was tired of fighting. He was tired of medicine. He was just plain tired. And I can't blame him. Wednesday my dad went to visit with him at the hospital and met with Hospice who granted his wish to be sent home. He wasn't hooked up to machines and medicines in a stuffy hospital room all alone, and luckily he had people in the house with him and my dad had just left his house and was able to turn back. I am extremely grateful that he didn't have to suffer long and that he went peacefully.
Rest in peace, dear Grandpa. You lived a long, wonderful life filed with travel, love, and laughter and I am a better person for having known you.
My grandpa Konrath, my dad's step dad, has been ill for a very long time. Probably longer than I've realized. He always seemed like he wasn't going to make it through the next year but somehow he held on all this time. When my grandma, his wife, passed away very suddenly last October, I got even more worried about him. He didn't want to go into assisted living, but he also had a huge house all to himself that he didn't know what to do with. He was so used to his routine with my grandma that I waited until the day he seemed lost.
That day never came.
My grandpa is a beautiful, playful, intelligent man full of personality and life. He has been hard of hearing and wore a hearing aid most of the time I've been alive, yet he never got upset if he couldn't hear someone and when he could, he was often laughing and joking with anyone who would listen. I'm sad to say that while I made these observations, I never got to know him very well. While he loved to talk it was usually about news, politics, and stocks... three things I generally don't have much interest in. But I loved the way he talked and it was always fun hearing him laugh.
My grandpa, only a month after his 91st birthday, passed away this evening. He had been in the hospital for over a week treating a bronchitis that wouldn't go away. It obviously took its toll on him as he decided earlier this week that he was tired of fighting. He was tired of medicine. He was just plain tired. And I can't blame him. Wednesday my dad went to visit with him at the hospital and met with Hospice who granted his wish to be sent home. He wasn't hooked up to machines and medicines in a stuffy hospital room all alone, and luckily he had people in the house with him and my dad had just left his house and was able to turn back. I am extremely grateful that he didn't have to suffer long and that he went peacefully.
Rest in peace, dear Grandpa. You lived a long, wonderful life filed with travel, love, and laughter and I am a better person for having known you.
Wedding photo courtesy of Stout Photography
I'm with Doug
Did I just say that?
Anyway...
I never had any intention of writing a blog for other people. I'm a crappy writer and I don't expect anyone to understand, or even notice, my dry sense of humor or my sarcastic way of speaking. I blog for me, is what I'm trying to say.
My last post was merely a request for suggestions. I have no intentions of running a thousand blogs and unfortunately I have some ideas of topics to post on. If you know me pretty well you might actually know that I have three blogs that I'm working on right now. One is completely private, don't feel bad if you don't have access because it's really not anything more than a log of ideas right now.
I'm already off track here. It's been too long since I've really blogged consistently. I will keep this blog until my other ideas actually become something real and then I will have one or maybe two blogs to keep track of. That is all.
I do want to try this 30 day challenge though. There are so many days where I think "I would love to write about that" and just never do. Laziness is mostly to blame but multiple trips home to be with my mom, hubby's mom, and taking care of my boys at home also attributed to my lack of posting. I don't want it to be work, and as soon as it begins to feel like work I will likely take a break and come back when I get inspiration to do so, but I don't blog for you. I blog for me.
*secret friendship handshake*
Anyway...
I never had any intention of writing a blog for other people. I'm a crappy writer and I don't expect anyone to understand, or even notice, my dry sense of humor or my sarcastic way of speaking. I blog for me, is what I'm trying to say.
My last post was merely a request for suggestions. I have no intentions of running a thousand blogs and unfortunately I have some ideas of topics to post on. If you know me pretty well you might actually know that I have three blogs that I'm working on right now. One is completely private, don't feel bad if you don't have access because it's really not anything more than a log of ideas right now.
I'm already off track here. It's been too long since I've really blogged consistently. I will keep this blog until my other ideas actually become something real and then I will have one or maybe two blogs to keep track of. That is all.
I do want to try this 30 day challenge though. There are so many days where I think "I would love to write about that" and just never do. Laziness is mostly to blame but multiple trips home to be with my mom, hubby's mom, and taking care of my boys at home also attributed to my lack of posting. I don't want it to be work, and as soon as it begins to feel like work I will likely take a break and come back when I get inspiration to do so, but I don't blog for you. I blog for me.
*secret friendship handshake*
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Decisions, decisions
I have this crazy thought in my head that I want to write. I am a HORRIBLE writer, if you can't tell by my previous posts. I'm sarcastic, which is a hard tone to write into a blog, and I like to take pictures. Lately I haven't had time to write or take pictures, but I want to. I really really want to.
I would also like to start fresh with a new blog. Partly because the URL to this one is caminophotography.blogspot.com which doesn't make any sense. Matt and I named my oh-so-hypothetical photography business "On Deck Photography" that had it's own blog (and still does, just need to tweak it but I haven't had time to do that either!!), so I feel like it's not right. Stupid, I know. But I can't let it go. I'd like the opportunity to write every day or at least 5 days a week.
I found this link in one of the baby blogs that I follow, and I think it's a good concept. Writing every day is unrealistic for me, especially since I like to add at least one picture in every post, but I think I could do 5 days a week.
So what do you think, start over with a new blog? Or try to revamp this one?
Anyone? Bueller?
I would also like to start fresh with a new blog. Partly because the URL to this one is caminophotography.blogspot.com which doesn't make any sense. Matt and I named my oh-so-hypothetical photography business "On Deck Photography" that had it's own blog (and still does, just need to tweak it but I haven't had time to do that either!!), so I feel like it's not right. Stupid, I know. But I can't let it go. I'd like the opportunity to write every day or at least 5 days a week.
I found this link in one of the baby blogs that I follow, and I think it's a good concept. Writing every day is unrealistic for me, especially since I like to add at least one picture in every post, but I think I could do 5 days a week.
So what do you think, start over with a new blog? Or try to revamp this one?
Anyone? Bueller?
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Movie Quotes
Well, The Pioneer Woman put up a movie quote quiz on her website and I'm horrible at trying to think of where quotes come from without hearing them said out loud, are you the same way? Anyway, I couldn't get very many, probably because I haven't watched a lot of the classics. So I'm making my own. Not really a quiz, but just a small collection of some of my favorite movie quotes. Take a look and see if you can name them all :-)
1. "The hard is what makes it great."
2. "That figures. All the pricks move to California. They oughta call it Prickafornia."
3. "Well I suppose if it is worthless, there's no point in me keeping it."
4. "I get the feeling you've been kissed a lot and I'm afraid I'd suffer by comparison."
5. " You have a freak flag, you just don't fly it."
6. "Summer romances begin for all kinds of reasons, but when all is said and done, they have one thing in common. They're shooting stars, a spectacular moment of light in the heavens, fleeting glimpse of eternity, and in a flash they're gone."
7. "Your stupid space car locked me in!"
8. "You gotta be rich to be insane, Hol. Losing your mind is not a luxury for the middle class."
9. "Why don't you sleep with the pigs, Cindersoot, if you insist on smelling like one."
10. "I love this internet. It's part fantasy, part community. Plus you get to pay your bills naked."
11. "Your standing films will time and test themselves."
12. "Always account for variable change."
13. "How about I hold your head underwater for just a little while?"
14. "You hate dogs and tofu and being outside." "No, I like yachts, I like flowers, I like, you know, tanning. I mean it's not exactly the same thing..."
15. "You went upstairs? You went upstairs... ohmygod, why didn't you just climb into bed with her and ask for a bedtime story?"
16. "Oh, Casanova has a theory."
17. "We've come a long way from that hotel room on 8th Avenue..."
18. "Tell 'em I'm comin' and hell's comin' with me!"
19. "It appears my hipocracy knows no bounds."
20. "I know that guy that sent those emails is somewhere inside of you, but I can't wait for him... because waiting for you is like waiting for rain in this drought. Useless and disappointing."
And because I just have to do it:
"If we don't learn how to trust our children, how will they ever become trustworthy?"
1. "The hard is what makes it great."
2. "That figures. All the pricks move to California. They oughta call it Prickafornia."
3. "Well I suppose if it is worthless, there's no point in me keeping it."
4. "I get the feeling you've been kissed a lot and I'm afraid I'd suffer by comparison."
5. " You have a freak flag, you just don't fly it."
6. "Summer romances begin for all kinds of reasons, but when all is said and done, they have one thing in common. They're shooting stars, a spectacular moment of light in the heavens, fleeting glimpse of eternity, and in a flash they're gone."
7. "Your stupid space car locked me in!"
8. "You gotta be rich to be insane, Hol. Losing your mind is not a luxury for the middle class."
9. "Why don't you sleep with the pigs, Cindersoot, if you insist on smelling like one."
10. "I love this internet. It's part fantasy, part community. Plus you get to pay your bills naked."
11. "Your standing films will time and test themselves."
12. "Always account for variable change."
13. "How about I hold your head underwater for just a little while?"
14. "You hate dogs and tofu and being outside." "No, I like yachts, I like flowers, I like, you know, tanning. I mean it's not exactly the same thing..."
15. "You went upstairs? You went upstairs... ohmygod, why didn't you just climb into bed with her and ask for a bedtime story?"
16. "Oh, Casanova has a theory."
17. "We've come a long way from that hotel room on 8th Avenue..."
18. "Tell 'em I'm comin' and hell's comin' with me!"
19. "It appears my hipocracy knows no bounds."
20. "I know that guy that sent those emails is somewhere inside of you, but I can't wait for him... because waiting for you is like waiting for rain in this drought. Useless and disappointing."
And because I just have to do it:
"If we don't learn how to trust our children, how will they ever become trustworthy?"
Monday, March 29, 2010
Houseguests
I know, I'm totally crazy for posting three blog posts in one afternoon. But I finally have the time to write, may as well do it now right?
Saturday around 5:30pm or so, we finally made it back from visiting my mom in the hospital and I walked across the street to get our mail. Just as I'm about to approach the mailbox, I see three dogs run down the street, around the corner from my house. Two of the dogs, the ones that were doing the chasing, came back and laid down on one of my neighbor's lawns. I immediately called Matt to tell him there were dogs outside then I saw a little kid sitting on his porch. I asked if they were his dogs.
"No."
I asked if he knew where the dogs came from.
"No."
Okie dokie. So I headed inside to put my purse down and grab some treats, see if they were friendly and if I could get close enough to see any tags. When I returned with the treats the dogs were gone. The boy said they got outside our circle and we found them a little ways away. With some serious luring with treats, and getting yelled at by many neighbors for not having my dogs on leashes and letting them roam people's yards when I clearly didn't have control over them (to which I yelled "THEY'RE NOT MY DOGS! I'M TRYING TO GET THEM TO MY HOUSE SO I CAN SEE IF THEY HAVE OWNERS". Buttheads. They seemed sweet, but clearly had been walking for a while and needed shade, water, some food and a nice place to sleep. I have no problem sharing my yard with dogs who need some shelter, so they stayed. Our neighbor said he saw the dogs early that morning, so they had been walking for at least a day.
We had an extra water bowl so we filled it up with water and let them sleep for the night. I started calling everyone I knew who might live in the area to spread the word that we had found dogs and Animal Control was closed, so we couldn't get them scanned or picked up.
Sunday morning, I got to work. I had made a flier the night before so we could post them around the neighborhood and Matt was great and put them on all the mailboxes. Unfortunately it was Saturday evening, people probably wouldn't be checking their mail til Monday afternoon. It was a warm, sunny day which is wonderful unless you're a dog with lots of hair. Matt and I had talked about buying some sort of covering for the backyard anyway, so this finally gave us the push to buy an inexpensive pop-up tent. You can see they're shaded in the picture above. Happy boys!
So no calls about these boys. There is a vet down the street who is willing to scan the dogs for free, so we're going to take the German Shepherd down there this afternoon. Not sure how he'll handle being in the car, but he should be easier than taking the lab, so we'll take just him and hopefully he has a microchip that can tell us where his owners are. If not, we're going to have to call Animal Control tomorrow and have them picked up.
Those of you who know me might understand just how hard it is for me to let go of a German Shepherd. These boys are not neutered, so we'd have to get that done if we adopted them, and who knows what their health is like. The lab is a little chubby while the German Shepherd is a little skinny, but we can't really tell how old they are either. I'm guessing the lab is about 5, German Shepherd is about 1-1.5. Both calm as can be. Not trained, but that can be fixed.
Saturday around 5:30pm or so, we finally made it back from visiting my mom in the hospital and I walked across the street to get our mail. Just as I'm about to approach the mailbox, I see three dogs run down the street, around the corner from my house. Two of the dogs, the ones that were doing the chasing, came back and laid down on one of my neighbor's lawns. I immediately called Matt to tell him there were dogs outside then I saw a little kid sitting on his porch. I asked if they were his dogs.
"No."
I asked if he knew where the dogs came from.
"No."
Okie dokie. So I headed inside to put my purse down and grab some treats, see if they were friendly and if I could get close enough to see any tags. When I returned with the treats the dogs were gone. The boy said they got outside our circle and we found them a little ways away. With some serious luring with treats, and getting yelled at by many neighbors for not having my dogs on leashes and letting them roam people's yards when I clearly didn't have control over them (to which I yelled "THEY'RE NOT MY DOGS! I'M TRYING TO GET THEM TO MY HOUSE SO I CAN SEE IF THEY HAVE OWNERS". Buttheads. They seemed sweet, but clearly had been walking for a while and needed shade, water, some food and a nice place to sleep. I have no problem sharing my yard with dogs who need some shelter, so they stayed. Our neighbor said he saw the dogs early that morning, so they had been walking for at least a day.
Sunday morning, I got to work. I had made a flier the night before so we could post them around the neighborhood and Matt was great and put them on all the mailboxes. Unfortunately it was Saturday evening, people probably wouldn't be checking their mail til Monday afternoon. It was a warm, sunny day which is wonderful unless you're a dog with lots of hair. Matt and I had talked about buying some sort of covering for the backyard anyway, so this finally gave us the push to buy an inexpensive pop-up tent. You can see they're shaded in the picture above. Happy boys!
So no calls about these boys. There is a vet down the street who is willing to scan the dogs for free, so we're going to take the German Shepherd down there this afternoon. Not sure how he'll handle being in the car, but he should be easier than taking the lab, so we'll take just him and hopefully he has a microchip that can tell us where his owners are. If not, we're going to have to call Animal Control tomorrow and have them picked up.
Those of you who know me might understand just how hard it is for me to let go of a German Shepherd. These boys are not neutered, so we'd have to get that done if we adopted them, and who knows what their health is like. The lab is a little chubby while the German Shepherd is a little skinny, but we can't really tell how old they are either. I'm guessing the lab is about 5, German Shepherd is about 1-1.5. Both calm as can be. Not trained, but that can be fixed.
Wish me luck, this won't be easy considering the emotional state I'm in at the moment...
Go go go go go go...
Whew, sorry to be MIA for so long again. To say that my plate has been a little full would be a total and gross understatement. We got back from Hawaii on Sunday evening, March 21st and quickly went to bed at my parents' house. Monday morning Matt drove back home while Dad and I went to the hospital.
My mom had been going through a battery of tests to see if the lumps on her legs were anything serious. Though she had a diagnosis of Leukemia Cutis, there was no proof of cancer in her blood or bone marrow so they continued to monitor her to see if anything changed over the days, weeks, months. The day before we were supposed to take off to Hawaii to see Doug and Angela get married, I got a call at work saying my mom had less than 4 hours to get herself checked into the hospital and that chemo was necessary right away. The cancer was spreading. Is spreading. So I spent the rest of the work day calling people and trying to decide if leaving the mainland was such a good idea at this point. There was really nothing I could do at that point, mom was going to have to go through another round of tests while at the hospital before chemo would actually start, and she literally insisted that I hop on that plane and enjoy myself.
And I did. Hop on the plane. And enjoy myself. To an extent.
But I had to visit when I got home, so Dad drove me to UCSF where she is being treated. She had started chemo, but she hadn't hit her worst point yet so she was ok with a visit. Thrilled, actually. She's definitely tired of the hospital - especially since she had back surgery just a few months ago.
She's finished her first round of chemo after being in the hospital for two weeks. The doctors tell her she'll be there for another 3 weeks recovering from the full effects that should happen in the next week or so. Then she gets to go home for a bit before returning for another battery of chemo. I'm doing little things here and there, trying to help her get more comfortable with the idea. She is doing much better, health wise, with the chemo treatment, and while she has a long road ahead the prognosis seems good. She's tired, she's sick, but she's a trooper and so far so good. If you have any space in your prayers or thoughts, please send one into the Heavens for my mom, would ya?
More later... I have lots of stories.
My mom had been going through a battery of tests to see if the lumps on her legs were anything serious. Though she had a diagnosis of Leukemia Cutis, there was no proof of cancer in her blood or bone marrow so they continued to monitor her to see if anything changed over the days, weeks, months. The day before we were supposed to take off to Hawaii to see Doug and Angela get married, I got a call at work saying my mom had less than 4 hours to get herself checked into the hospital and that chemo was necessary right away. The cancer was spreading. Is spreading. So I spent the rest of the work day calling people and trying to decide if leaving the mainland was such a good idea at this point. There was really nothing I could do at that point, mom was going to have to go through another round of tests while at the hospital before chemo would actually start, and she literally insisted that I hop on that plane and enjoy myself.
And I did. Hop on the plane. And enjoy myself. To an extent.
But I had to visit when I got home, so Dad drove me to UCSF where she is being treated. She had started chemo, but she hadn't hit her worst point yet so she was ok with a visit. Thrilled, actually. She's definitely tired of the hospital - especially since she had back surgery just a few months ago.
She's finished her first round of chemo after being in the hospital for two weeks. The doctors tell her she'll be there for another 3 weeks recovering from the full effects that should happen in the next week or so. Then she gets to go home for a bit before returning for another battery of chemo. I'm doing little things here and there, trying to help her get more comfortable with the idea. She is doing much better, health wise, with the chemo treatment, and while she has a long road ahead the prognosis seems good. She's tired, she's sick, but she's a trooper and so far so good. If you have any space in your prayers or thoughts, please send one into the Heavens for my mom, would ya?
More later... I have lots of stories.
Thursday, March 11, 2010
My health saga...
Those of you who read this blog probably know that I have suffered from a mild cough for about 6 weeks now. During the last week of January, I developed a really bad sore throat. Thinking maybe the air was dry or something I let it slide for a few days but then developed a cough the next week. I tried over-the-counter cough syrups and cough drops to no avail. I went to the doctor who said I had a cold, but he would prescribe a cough syrup so I could sleep. He also gave me a nose spray to help with the swelling in my sinuses and ear canal. After a week or two, I showed no signs of improvement. This time the doctor prescribed antibiotics over the phone so I did not have to go in to see him, he diagnosed me with bronchitis. The antibiotics made me feel better, but with only a 5 day supply the symptoms didn't go away completely. They did, however, go away long enough for me to enjoy my birthday weekend for which I was very appreciative!
I would later find out from my pharmacist that the 5 day antibiotic is a "go home" drug - meaning it's not too powerful and doctors basically prescribe it to get rid of minor infections and get the patient THE HECK out of their office.
So a week after my birthday my cough returned and so did the ear ache - though neither really ever went away, they just became easier to deal with. Back to the doctor who told me I must have a touch of asthma and gave me two inhalers. Used them for two weeks - nothing. Back to the doctor AGAIN. Notice a trend? I'm getting tired of paying copays and taking time off of work to go to the doctor only to be told it's nothing serious. He sends me to a radiologist to get a chest and sinus x-ray, which comes back negative for infection. So the doctor then says that I must have allergies, not asthma, so he puts me on Allegra D - which of course is not covered by my insurance so he changes it to the regular Allegra and told me to add regular over-the-counter Sudafed with it (essentially the same thing as Allegra D when combined). After a week of that not working, I finally went to Urgent Care. I needed a second opinion. CLEARLY. The urgent care doctor tries to prescribe me two antibiotics, one I've never taken and the other is the go home drug, but prescribes two doses so I would take both for 10 days.
Here comes the shocker.
The pharmacist at Target says that the two antibiotics interact negatively and could give me heart problems (please, I have enough problems), so he called the doctor - keeping in mind it's 8:50pm and both the pharmacy and Urgent Care close at 9pm. So by the end of the night they're leaving me on the antibiotic that I've never had before and luckily I didn't have any negative side effects. The hope is that I'll feel better before hopping on the plane to Hawaii, otherwise the next step is getting a CT scan of my chest to see if there is something more serious going on.
If you made it this far I want to apologize for how long this post is!
I would later find out from my pharmacist that the 5 day antibiotic is a "go home" drug - meaning it's not too powerful and doctors basically prescribe it to get rid of minor infections and get the patient THE HECK out of their office.
So a week after my birthday my cough returned and so did the ear ache - though neither really ever went away, they just became easier to deal with. Back to the doctor who told me I must have a touch of asthma and gave me two inhalers. Used them for two weeks - nothing. Back to the doctor AGAIN. Notice a trend? I'm getting tired of paying copays and taking time off of work to go to the doctor only to be told it's nothing serious. He sends me to a radiologist to get a chest and sinus x-ray, which comes back negative for infection. So the doctor then says that I must have allergies, not asthma, so he puts me on Allegra D - which of course is not covered by my insurance so he changes it to the regular Allegra and told me to add regular over-the-counter Sudafed with it (essentially the same thing as Allegra D when combined). After a week of that not working, I finally went to Urgent Care. I needed a second opinion. CLEARLY. The urgent care doctor tries to prescribe me two antibiotics, one I've never taken and the other is the go home drug, but prescribes two doses so I would take both for 10 days.
Here comes the shocker.
The pharmacist at Target says that the two antibiotics interact negatively and could give me heart problems (please, I have enough problems), so he called the doctor - keeping in mind it's 8:50pm and both the pharmacy and Urgent Care close at 9pm. So by the end of the night they're leaving me on the antibiotic that I've never had before and luckily I didn't have any negative side effects. The hope is that I'll feel better before hopping on the plane to Hawaii, otherwise the next step is getting a CT scan of my chest to see if there is something more serious going on.
If you made it this far I want to apologize for how long this post is!
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
One year
Today is officially the one year anniversary of Matt and I living in our new house. The house we OWN. I'm 25 years old, I cannot believe I own a house. March 10, 2009 we officially closed on our house and got the keys! Of course, that was a Tuesday and we had to be out of the rental house by the end of the week, so we packed up as much as we could and moved it over that night. By the end of the week we were exhausted and completely overwhelmed. After all, we were supposed to move in a week or two earlier than this date which would have given me plenty of time to clean the house from top to bottom (shampoo the carpets, bleach all the bathrooms, mop the floors) and paint all the bedrooms, but instead we had to do a rush job after work hours which meant making several trips in the dark. To this day we have had the downstairs painted, painted one of the bedrooms, and I have yet to steam clean the carpets or even properly mop the floor downstairs. But it's our house and we love it! I'll try to post some updated pictures later!
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
New look...
Do you like? I was bored with the old background. I have a lot of things to talk about. Boring things, but things nonetheless. Like how odd was the finale of The Bachelor this season? And have you tried Reebok's Easy Tone shoes? My feet felt so much better after walking in those, I was actually impressed that they did what they advertised. Oh and this weather? Out. Of. Control. It's full on raining today but it was 70 degrees yesterday. Gotta love spring! Plus I've been sick for about 5 weeks now. I'm not even exaggerating, I got sick during the last week of January and here we are March 2nd and I'm still sick with, yet again, new symptoms. Another trip to the doctor might be in order but I want to see if this continues to stay bad or if it gets better.
I've had a few photo shoots lately with a few promising opportunities coming up, I'm having a blast with it all but it really scares me... I've always taken photos for myself, not for someone else, but I'm trying very hard to keep it as MY art, and hopefully my clients will like it because it's something unique and my style and it just happens to match their style. Anyway I'm slowly adding pictures and getting used to blogging my professional pictures and updating my website.
As I said, nothing too exciting but I wanted to tell you all that I am alive, I'm still here, and I'm planning on blogging more in the near future. Stick around!
I've had a few photo shoots lately with a few promising opportunities coming up, I'm having a blast with it all but it really scares me... I've always taken photos for myself, not for someone else, but I'm trying very hard to keep it as MY art, and hopefully my clients will like it because it's something unique and my style and it just happens to match their style. Anyway I'm slowly adding pictures and getting used to blogging my professional pictures and updating my website.
As I said, nothing too exciting but I wanted to tell you all that I am alive, I'm still here, and I'm planning on blogging more in the near future. Stick around!
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
somethingstore.com
Ok, I'm not blogging as much as I would like, but I am posting more of my pictures on my professional blog www.ondeckphotography.net. I'll still post here as well, but I can't promise that I'll post a picture every time.
Anyway, I heard Angela was ordering something from The Something Store and I wanted to join in the fun! So this website has an inventory of super random things and you pay $10 and you get a "something" delivered to you. I was a bit skeptical, but it's a legitimate thing and now I can prove it! I bought two things, figuring it could be fun for Matt and myself to open one thing each. Ironically, I pulled out the first gift and it was a pair of earrings! They're actually very pretty, I'm excited about them.
Then Matt opened his, and it's a Crack-a-Head thingy! It's basically a super tiny Chia Pet. He's pretty excited about it. And if anyone can tell us what herb "Lemon Balm" is, it would be greatly appreciated.
Here's the link! http://www.somethingstore.com/
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