So here are a few pix from the wedding I shot this weekend. I had a ball, but it was exhausting. So, no, I won’t shoot your wedding. You couldn’t afford me anyway.
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So here are a few pix from the wedding I shot this weekend. I had a ball, but it was exhausting. So, no, I won’t shoot your wedding. You couldn’t afford me anyway.
Because all my plans consistently go awry, I’ve decided to stop planning. But that leaves serious holes in my week. I obviously haven’t got all the details worked out here yet. But the bottom line is I have a free day today. Thanks in part to the annual ‘everybody is late day’ that we schedule...
I’m SO glad you’re back!! I’m going to ignore the no planning policy. I can only imagine what that would do to my brain. But I wish you luck with it. As far as good action flicks…March 20th a really good Nicolas Cage movie is coming out called Knowing. It looks excellent. But since you can’t plan for it, you might be screwed. :op
Waiting for the cops to come for the neighbors? How ’bout cataloging roadkill to the point where when you drive by something early in the day, you wonder aloud (to your home-on-college-break son) where it went when you drive by the spot later and it’s gone. It was a beaver, by the way. Not that that helps your boredom in any way…but why help a bored person when you can pointlessly (and long-windedly) tell an only-marginally related story about your own (boring) life instead? ;o)
Despite all my desperate attempts to have Murphey, the dumb ass wonder dogg, put to sleep he is instead having minor surgery in the morning to relieve a hematoma in his right ear. Obviously, Jeff has engaged his rarely used, but once stated then omnipotent, veto power to arrange this little operation, which will leave...
Awww…poor Murph. Suck it up woman and help that animal.
Thanks for the heads up. I shall now be checking MY dinner bowl every night as well!
Good idea, Jeff. You just never know with this one.
You should be doing that already, how long have you been married to me?
Seriously, how long have you been married to her, Jeff? It’s always safe to check the dinner bowl with BfBelle around.
When: is Jeff’s hand going to stop hurting and heal? are hurricanes going to stop blowing through here? am I gonna get licensed? life gonna return to normal? gas prices gonna go down? am I gonna get a boob job? will we be able to ride bikes to school again? are the cherubs gonna clean...
WHEN…are you coming to Atlanta?
sigh, i miss you.
Why: are boys so damn violent? is there NEVER enough Diet Dr. Pepper? does the power and therefore the DVR have to be out on the one day “my shows” are on? is this damn city still under curfew? does it take Jeff over an hour to get home from work now? do the cherubs...
When you gotta whine, you gotta whine. I feel your pain.
At least your cherubs go back to school Thursday. Son is still scheduled for Monday, and that’s only if they restore power to the school in time. His school is still in an “orange box.” *sigh*
If we were playing poker with poignant life questions, I would say “I see your why questions and raise you one more: why can’t we always be with the people we love?”
Sorry things are so hard for you back home. Hugs.
There is such a thing as justified whining and this is certainly it.
And if you can’t whine on your own blog, where the hell CAN you do it? Hope it lightens up soon.
So, was the new lens worth all the begging on FB to get it? 🙂
Great pictures.