SP5 (for *knitting rachael*)
(sorry everyone... one last post before the big move)
Dear Secret Pal -
I won't be posting the answers to my questions here... as
a.) I'm getting ready to move to a new address, and working on that is taking a majority of my *spare* internet time (and since I am a mommy and work full time, this all mostly happens late at night... when my eyes can barely focus on anything... lol)
and
b.) I've already emailed them to you! :-)
And, last, but certainly not least... since I am a new *knitter* I don't have a lot of pictures. Also, since this blog isn't really about *kntting,* I haven't really taken any. However, on the *new* blog, maybe I will be able to post some for you.
Ciao -
Rach
Saturday, June 04, 2005
Thursday, June 02, 2005
me. eating crow. again.
So. My mom pissed me off this weekend.
No surprise there, right?
Right.
She volunteered me to photograph some siblings Saturday morning. She volunteered me because she said, "Rachael is so much better chasing kids than I am," which to me translated as "I don't really want to be bothered with children so Rachael can do it." Of course, however, I am known to overreact (shutup, Jim and Katey), and so I did MY BEST to keep my cool.
It was, after all MY Saturday morning. MY day to sleep in, wear PJ's all day and do whatever the hell I pleased. After being committed to doing this, there was to be no sleeping in, wearing of PJ's all day... or anything of the sort. I was up and dressed and bitching about it by 9:30.
Bitching, I tell you. And there was no getting out of it. These were the granddaughters of a teacher at SB's school. THE teacher who loved my kid and never even had the Great Question Asker in her class. So, I was proverbially obligated.
Mind you, I never mind taking pictures. I am often annoying with my camera. It's always, always with me. In the bag, in the car, on my shoulder. Always. There have only been a couple of times when I have been without it. Drat. So, taking the pictures wasn't the problem. I was irrated because my mom volunteered me ... after she told the teacher she (meaning we) would do it for *free.* Now, my mom charges upwards of $1000.00 for wedding photography. And she's cheap comparably. But even my mom wouldn't *give* away photography. And, usually, in defense of my dear parents, they always pay me for wedding work - as, ironic as it may be, it's my photos that are bought and enlarged for gifts. Always. My mom does a mean group shot... but I am the photojournalist in the family.
Ok. So, was that enough bragging about myself?
So. Off I go. Starbucks spilled on me on the way, get lost and arrive fifteen minutes late. I only put ONE roll of film in my pocket... because I was making a point. Sure. Free. One roll. That's it.
And then I see my subjects.
Charity. Chloe. Baby sister Sarah.
The most heavenly little blond headed blue eyed children you have ever, ever laid eyes on. Ever.
And, their grandmother has them dressed in adorable blue sundresses... and they have a huge old red barn and an old weathered fence. That's exactly when *Creative Me* came speeding around the corner. She held her hand right over my mouth when I tried to explain I was only shooting one roll of film and explained that I actually had four rolls of film in the car, and I couldn't wait to use it all. I stamped my feet in protest, and *She* kicked me right in the shin and walked down the path to the barn with the ever-so-charming Chloe.
And, while I pouted near the swingset, *Creative Me* disappeared with the girls into the field... and then came back and chatted them up while they sat on the weathered fence... and away she flew with the camera... doing what *she* does best. *She* even suggested that the girls change into playclothes (overalls) so *she* could take more. I was so mad I waited in the car. With the spilled coffee smell.
So. When *Creative Me* was all done doing her thing... I had only one thing to say. These pictures would never, ever turn out good. Ever. They would have the wrong sunlight, and the barn was too big and the outfits were all wrong. Yep. I'll show her.
Yeah. And then today I get the photos back. And when I pick them up, everyone in the lab is waiting to tell me which one is their favorite. I heard *Creative Me* saying "I told you so." Again.
Enjoy the photos below. *Creative Me* insisted.
So. My mom pissed me off this weekend.
No surprise there, right?
Right.
She volunteered me to photograph some siblings Saturday morning. She volunteered me because she said, "Rachael is so much better chasing kids than I am," which to me translated as "I don't really want to be bothered with children so Rachael can do it." Of course, however, I am known to overreact (shutup, Jim and Katey), and so I did MY BEST to keep my cool.
It was, after all MY Saturday morning. MY day to sleep in, wear PJ's all day and do whatever the hell I pleased. After being committed to doing this, there was to be no sleeping in, wearing of PJ's all day... or anything of the sort. I was up and dressed and bitching about it by 9:30.
Bitching, I tell you. And there was no getting out of it. These were the granddaughters of a teacher at SB's school. THE teacher who loved my kid and never even had the Great Question Asker in her class. So, I was proverbially obligated.
Mind you, I never mind taking pictures. I am often annoying with my camera. It's always, always with me. In the bag, in the car, on my shoulder. Always. There have only been a couple of times when I have been without it. Drat. So, taking the pictures wasn't the problem. I was irrated because my mom volunteered me ... after she told the teacher she (meaning we) would do it for *free.* Now, my mom charges upwards of $1000.00 for wedding photography. And she's cheap comparably. But even my mom wouldn't *give* away photography. And, usually, in defense of my dear parents, they always pay me for wedding work - as, ironic as it may be, it's my photos that are bought and enlarged for gifts. Always. My mom does a mean group shot... but I am the photojournalist in the family.
Ok. So, was that enough bragging about myself?
So. Off I go. Starbucks spilled on me on the way, get lost and arrive fifteen minutes late. I only put ONE roll of film in my pocket... because I was making a point. Sure. Free. One roll. That's it.
And then I see my subjects.
Charity. Chloe. Baby sister Sarah.
The most heavenly little blond headed blue eyed children you have ever, ever laid eyes on. Ever.
And, their grandmother has them dressed in adorable blue sundresses... and they have a huge old red barn and an old weathered fence. That's exactly when *Creative Me* came speeding around the corner. She held her hand right over my mouth when I tried to explain I was only shooting one roll of film and explained that I actually had four rolls of film in the car, and I couldn't wait to use it all. I stamped my feet in protest, and *She* kicked me right in the shin and walked down the path to the barn with the ever-so-charming Chloe.
And, while I pouted near the swingset, *Creative Me* disappeared with the girls into the field... and then came back and chatted them up while they sat on the weathered fence... and away she flew with the camera... doing what *she* does best. *She* even suggested that the girls change into playclothes (overalls) so *she* could take more. I was so mad I waited in the car. With the spilled coffee smell.
So. When *Creative Me* was all done doing her thing... I had only one thing to say. These pictures would never, ever turn out good. Ever. They would have the wrong sunlight, and the barn was too big and the outfits were all wrong. Yep. I'll show her.
Yeah. And then today I get the photos back. And when I pick them up, everyone in the lab is waiting to tell me which one is their favorite. I heard *Creative Me* saying "I told you so." Again.
Enjoy the photos below. *Creative Me* insisted.
I am thinking of movihg my blog to a new address. Will everyone still visit me there? It's much more "rachael" (i.e, pink) than this blog, and I am ready to sort of, end my relationship with Blogger (oh God, I am doing that a lot lately).
So. Promise me you'll come visit when I post the new address?
Malia?
Janet?
Nicole?
Katey?
IX?
Jon?
(and everyone else, too)
Helllllllllllooooooooooooo?
So. Promise me you'll come visit when I post the new address?
Malia?
Janet?
Nicole?
Katey?
IX?
Jon?
(and everyone else, too)
Helllllllllllooooooooooooo?
(insert maniacal laughter HERE)
Good always wins over evil!
I have just tricked the $5000 printer at work into doing my bidding!
Yes, you WILL print this invitation the way I tell you to, on THIS size paper, in this color ink, with no error messages or paper jams... haha!!
*you see, in my world, The Printer is the evil villan, and Paper Girl is the superhero. Her cape is pink, by the way... and she always uses proper etiquette.*
I am such a PRINTcess today. :-) Yay me.
Rachael
Good always wins over evil!
I have just tricked the $5000 printer at work into doing my bidding!
Yes, you WILL print this invitation the way I tell you to, on THIS size paper, in this color ink, with no error messages or paper jams... haha!!
*you see, in my world, The Printer is the evil villan, and Paper Girl is the superhero. Her cape is pink, by the way... and she always uses proper etiquette.*
I am such a PRINTcess today. :-) Yay me.
Rachael
Wednesday, June 01, 2005
rain, rain, go away.
What an incredibly lazy day. It's raining cats and dogs here in Atlanta... more rain than you can shake your umbrella at. And, when it stops raining... there's more rain. I can think of a million and one places I would like to be in a rainstorm... work is not one of the most romantic.
The girls and I slept late this morning... made them breakfast and we all sat on the back porch and ate... watching the rain. Jordin told me my omlette looked "gross," and I told her she looked "gross," which quickly went downhill and left everyone giggling and calling each other "gross." Ahhh... it's quite the life I have.
Jordin's bedroom is almost painted in the new (old) house. We started that little endeavor this morning. I call the color, "Strawberry Shortcake Obnoxious," however, Home Depot prefers "strawberry." The painting of JLo's room leaves only the carpet and actual moving left.... we'll procrastinate that for a couple of more days, at least.
I think I am making banana pudding tonight... from my new More From Magnolia cookbook... it's the one I bought in NYC at THE Magnolia Bakery. Banana Pudding is one of their house specialties... and the girls will adore me. They are amazed at anything I do that shows even the slightest hint of domesticity. Scrambling eggs this morning was almost as exciting as this will be.
Gotta decide if I am committing to going back to school this fall. Shall I finish the History degree I started, or just continue to put it off .... ? Arrrg. I hate life altering decisions. So, instead of thinking about it... just call me Scarlett... "I'll think 'bout that tomorrow. " I think I'll tuck myself away somewhere this weekend while the girls are gone and just watch movies... I made a list of all the ones I've been wanting to watch and haven't had time for... I'm thinking of maybe "The Aviator." Got a trusted review. And how can one woman go wrong with Leo? (don't answer that, please)
Rachael
What an incredibly lazy day. It's raining cats and dogs here in Atlanta... more rain than you can shake your umbrella at. And, when it stops raining... there's more rain. I can think of a million and one places I would like to be in a rainstorm... work is not one of the most romantic.
The girls and I slept late this morning... made them breakfast and we all sat on the back porch and ate... watching the rain. Jordin told me my omlette looked "gross," and I told her she looked "gross," which quickly went downhill and left everyone giggling and calling each other "gross." Ahhh... it's quite the life I have.
Jordin's bedroom is almost painted in the new (old) house. We started that little endeavor this morning. I call the color, "Strawberry Shortcake Obnoxious," however, Home Depot prefers "strawberry." The painting of JLo's room leaves only the carpet and actual moving left.... we'll procrastinate that for a couple of more days, at least.
I think I am making banana pudding tonight... from my new More From Magnolia cookbook... it's the one I bought in NYC at THE Magnolia Bakery. Banana Pudding is one of their house specialties... and the girls will adore me. They are amazed at anything I do that shows even the slightest hint of domesticity. Scrambling eggs this morning was almost as exciting as this will be.
Gotta decide if I am committing to going back to school this fall. Shall I finish the History degree I started, or just continue to put it off .... ? Arrrg. I hate life altering decisions. So, instead of thinking about it... just call me Scarlett... "I'll think 'bout that tomorrow. " I think I'll tuck myself away somewhere this weekend while the girls are gone and just watch movies... I made a list of all the ones I've been wanting to watch and haven't had time for... I'm thinking of maybe "The Aviator." Got a trusted review. And how can one woman go wrong with Leo? (don't answer that, please)
Rachael
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