Adam & Eve from dolly on Vimeo
Thursday, January 27, 2011
sea of love
Y'all, yesterday Joanna Goddard of A Cup of Jo posted the sweetest wedding video I've ever seen in my entire life. Whoa. No shame, I've watched it about a million times. The song is a cover of "Sea of Love," sung by Cat Power (this song = precious) and I just HAD to share. :)
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
you want your dog to become an addict, you know, like gamblers
This pearl of wisdom was shared with us by none other than Matthew Broderick, aka. our Matthew Broderick lookalike dog trainer. Same diff.
We had our third obedience class this past Monday and unfortunately it wasn't near as interesting as the first two times except for the fact that I spent the first ten minutes trying to take a picture of Mia with my iPhone. I was basically unsuccessful, which is weird because I wasn't trying to be subtle at all. Huh. Anyway, this is the best I could do:
So...basically just a picture of our trainer's ass. My bad.
Sidenote: Mitch has forbidden me to tell Scott (our trainer's actual name) that he looks like Matthew Broderick because Mitch is convinced he hears this all the time and I'll just annoy him. Okay, so that's probably true, but for some reason I feel like if I don't tell him, I'LL EXPLODE.
End sidenote.
So, class was whatev and the only semi-exciting thing that happened was when Charlie (one of the dogs) threw up for seemingly no reason. Mitch felt bad and was all, "Awwww, Charlie, are you okay?" and then whispered to me, I wish Charlie would've thrown up on that bitch Mia. Sweet, right?
For those not in the know, we hate Mia.
And just for gigs, here is a picture I took when we were supposed to be teaching Pete how to walk on a leash but did this instead:
That's probably not correct leash handling.
PS: In totally unrelated (but totally exciting) news, tomorrow I have my first substitute teaching orientation! HEY-OH! That's right, y'all, after over a year of applying to sub absolutely everywhere, I finally heard back from a district that's crazy enough to give me a shot. Subbing, at least. Am I thrilled it's all the way out in Forney and an hour away from home? God. No. But at this point, I'll take what I can get AND it means I get to stay the night at Mitch's tonight. Score. Keep y'all's fingers crossed that after I'm finally in the system I'll actually get called to sub! :)
We had our third obedience class this past Monday and unfortunately it wasn't near as interesting as the first two times except for the fact that I spent the first ten minutes trying to take a picture of Mia with my iPhone. I was basically unsuccessful, which is weird because I wasn't trying to be subtle at all. Huh. Anyway, this is the best I could do:
Sidenote: Mitch has forbidden me to tell Scott (our trainer's actual name) that he looks like Matthew Broderick because Mitch is convinced he hears this all the time and I'll just annoy him. Okay, so that's probably true, but for some reason I feel like if I don't tell him, I'LL EXPLODE.
End sidenote.
So, class was whatev and the only semi-exciting thing that happened was when Charlie (one of the dogs) threw up for seemingly no reason. Mitch felt bad and was all, "Awwww, Charlie, are you okay?" and then whispered to me, I wish Charlie would've thrown up on that bitch Mia. Sweet, right?
For those not in the know, we hate Mia.
And just for gigs, here is a picture I took when we were supposed to be teaching Pete how to walk on a leash but did this instead:
PS: In totally unrelated (but totally exciting) news, tomorrow I have my first substitute teaching orientation! HEY-OH! That's right, y'all, after over a year of applying to sub absolutely everywhere, I finally heard back from a district that's crazy enough to give me a shot. Subbing, at least. Am I thrilled it's all the way out in Forney and an hour away from home? God. No. But at this point, I'll take what I can get AND it means I get to stay the night at Mitch's tonight. Score. Keep y'all's fingers crossed that after I'm finally in the system I'll actually get called to sub! :)
Monday, January 24, 2011
that's what's up
Mitch Baker has a million jobs.
Of course there are the standards such as being a wonderful son, friend, boyfriend, etc, but on top of it all he’s also a dedicated student. Oh, and he coaches private tennis lessons because he’s awesome. Then last week he started another job as a math tutor in Dallas the three days a week he’s not already someone's private math tutor. And did I mention that TODAY he starts student teaching full-time?
Right. Now I may not be as smart as Mitch, but all these jobs + the number of available hours in a day… Something about that math just doesn’t add up.
HOW DOES HE DO IT?
It’s not that shocking, really. Me? I’ll admit I’m…lazy. Okay, I said it. Ouch. But Mitch is hands down the most ambitious, hardworking person you’ll ever meet. Isn’t that sexy? No, seriously, isn’t it? ‘Cause I think so. Back in the day when we were first hanging out, before I, you know, fell all in love with him and stuff, I remember telling everyone (ie. my parents, friends, strangers who had only politely asked if I was seeing someone, etc.) that I could easily marry Mitch Baker and have the happiest life ever because, dude, have you seen how hard he works? He would always take care of us and protect us and do whatever it took to provide for us. Damn. Then, of course, I did fall all in love with him and stuff, and the thought of marrying him got even more awesome. Who’d a thunk it?
HEY-OH!
So, today’s post is for you, Mitch. Your first day as Mr. Baker, Super Student Teacher Specializing in 7th Grade Math, has just begun and I know you’re more excited than you even realize. And yes, your schedule is going to be crazy over the next thirteen weeks as you tackle absolutely everything in front of you (with an ever-present smile and cheery attitude), but I just wanted to say I’m so proud of you.
To Mr. Baker!
PS: It’s weird to say that and not think of your dad slash your dad’s mustache. Hey, remember that time you told me your dad was a cowboy? And how sad I was when I finally met him and he DIDN’T have a handlebar mustache and WASN’T wearing chaps?
Of course there are the standards such as being a wonderful son, friend, boyfriend, etc, but on top of it all he’s also a dedicated student. Oh, and he coaches private tennis lessons because he’s awesome. Then last week he started another job as a math tutor in Dallas the three days a week he’s not already someone's private math tutor. And did I mention that TODAY he starts student teaching full-time?
Right. Now I may not be as smart as Mitch, but all these jobs + the number of available hours in a day… Something about that math just doesn’t add up.
HOW DOES HE DO IT?
It’s not that shocking, really. Me? I’ll admit I’m…lazy. Okay, I said it. Ouch. But Mitch is hands down the most ambitious, hardworking person you’ll ever meet. Isn’t that sexy? No, seriously, isn’t it? ‘Cause I think so. Back in the day when we were first hanging out, before I, you know, fell all in love with him and stuff, I remember telling everyone (ie. my parents, friends, strangers who had only politely asked if I was seeing someone, etc.) that I could easily marry Mitch Baker and have the happiest life ever because, dude, have you seen how hard he works? He would always take care of us and protect us and do whatever it took to provide for us. Damn. Then, of course, I did fall all in love with him and stuff, and the thought of marrying him got even more awesome. Who’d a thunk it?
So, today’s post is for you, Mitch. Your first day as Mr. Baker, Super Student Teacher Specializing in 7th Grade Math, has just begun and I know you’re more excited than you even realize. And yes, your schedule is going to be crazy over the next thirteen weeks as you tackle absolutely everything in front of you (with an ever-present smile and cheery attitude), but I just wanted to say I’m so proud of you.
To Mr. Baker!
PS: It’s weird to say that and not think of your dad slash your dad’s mustache. Hey, remember that time you told me your dad was a cowboy? And how sad I was when I finally met him and he DIDN’T have a handlebar mustache and WASN’T wearing chaps?
Saturday, January 22, 2011
dinner of champions
Growing up I hated Red Bull.
You know, the energy drink? During middle school and the early years of my high school career, my mom worked for the promotional company in charge of getting people psyched about Red Bull. We had cases all over the house because, duh, they were free. I long to go back to a time filled with free Red Bull because, well, I'm addicted. I used to think it tasted like Sweet Tarts mixed with tin foil, but now? Now it tastes like everything that's right with the world.
Too much?
This week has been a particularly busy one, work-wise, and I ended up having three (practically) all day shoots in a row. You don't realize how physical photo shoots are until you find yourself setting up and then breaking down stand after stand after stand after stand, hauling heavy tripods to and from location, running back and forth between the gym and the cafeteria because the schedule is too tight (read: impossible) and you need to be in two places at once. Not to mention all the crowd control, posing, and screaming. It's just a lot of work, okay? You get in the car when the last light has been loaded and the day is finally done and you realize: oh my god, I could pass out right here, right now.
That's how I felt Thursday night after the second shoot of the week: totally and completely exhausted. However, for the better part of a year, I've had a standing Thursday night date with my friend Kelsey (and her fiancé - ahhhhhh! - Harrison) who lives in Uptown. It started out as just getting together to watch Jersey Shore (judge away, please), but even after season 2 ended, we kept on with what had become something of a weekly ritual. Now that Mitch has moved back to Dallas and season 3 of the Jerz is upon us, it's become more of a weekly double date. Beverages ranging from cocktails to Sangria to bags of Franzia (don't deny it, Kelsey) followed by casual conversation and ending with an hour of DVRed Jersey Shore goodness come together to make one of my favorite evenings of the week.
Sidenote: you know what's awesome? Having couples friends. WHO KNEW. Don't get me wrong (and this is mostly directed to Mitch and I's single friends who I know secretly read my blog -- I'm on to y'all), I love my friends. Remember how bangin' I said they are? And I love Mitch's friends. I might even love Mitch's friends more than he does (shoutout to the Forneytown Boys, HEY-OH! and Trevor, too!). But having friends who are also a couple and who are also awesome has been a badass experience for us. It just had to be said.
End sidenote.
Basically all that's to say that this past Thursday I was tired, maybe a little too tired to make the forty minute drive out to Uptown. But when I texted Mitch saying, heyyyyy, sooooo, I don't want to bail on tonight, but..., his reply? Stick it out. Just drink a Red Bull.
Oh, hitting me in my weak spot. Well-played.
I couldn't very well bail after that. ALL I NEEDED WAS A RED BULL. OF COURSE. But you know what I also needed? Dinner. And, parents, since I also know y'all read this from time to time, can y'all PLEASE go grocery shopping soon? I really hate those granola protein bars and they're all we have to eat. I'LL STARVE FIRST. But instead of starving on Thursday, however, I decided the smart move was just to take some vitamins. Well, eat some vitamins.
Well, gummy vitamins.
Hello, beautiful.
I stuck the whole bottle in my purse and drove to Kelsey's apartment, chugging the aforementinoed Red Bull and eating handfuls of gummy vitamins. At one point I remember thinking, hey, maybe I should ration these, like, only eat one every mile? But then I realized that would be thirty vitamins and also, I'd only driven three miles and eaten eleven, so...that clearly wasn't going to happen.
Needless to say, I didn't restrain myself. I ate almost the entire bottle (they're 200% Vitamin D!) and had a great night. So great, in fact, that when I woke up at the crack of dawn the next morning for the next shoot and wanted to kill myself? I did the same thing.
Red Bull and a bottle of gummy vitamins. The new Wheaties?
You know, the energy drink? During middle school and the early years of my high school career, my mom worked for the promotional company in charge of getting people psyched about Red Bull. We had cases all over the house because, duh, they were free. I long to go back to a time filled with free Red Bull because, well, I'm addicted. I used to think it tasted like Sweet Tarts mixed with tin foil, but now? Now it tastes like everything that's right with the world.
Too much?
This week has been a particularly busy one, work-wise, and I ended up having three (practically) all day shoots in a row. You don't realize how physical photo shoots are until you find yourself setting up and then breaking down stand after stand after stand after stand, hauling heavy tripods to and from location, running back and forth between the gym and the cafeteria because the schedule is too tight (read: impossible) and you need to be in two places at once. Not to mention all the crowd control, posing, and screaming. It's just a lot of work, okay? You get in the car when the last light has been loaded and the day is finally done and you realize: oh my god, I could pass out right here, right now.
That's how I felt Thursday night after the second shoot of the week: totally and completely exhausted. However, for the better part of a year, I've had a standing Thursday night date with my friend Kelsey (and her fiancé - ahhhhhh! - Harrison) who lives in Uptown. It started out as just getting together to watch Jersey Shore (judge away, please), but even after season 2 ended, we kept on with what had become something of a weekly ritual. Now that Mitch has moved back to Dallas and season 3 of the Jerz is upon us, it's become more of a weekly double date. Beverages ranging from cocktails to Sangria to bags of Franzia (don't deny it, Kelsey) followed by casual conversation and ending with an hour of DVRed Jersey Shore goodness come together to make one of my favorite evenings of the week.
Sidenote: you know what's awesome? Having couples friends. WHO KNEW. Don't get me wrong (and this is mostly directed to Mitch and I's single friends who I know secretly read my blog -- I'm on to y'all), I love my friends. Remember how bangin' I said they are? And I love Mitch's friends. I might even love Mitch's friends more than he does (shoutout to the Forneytown Boys, HEY-OH! and Trevor, too!). But having friends who are also a couple and who are also awesome has been a badass experience for us. It just had to be said.
End sidenote.
Basically all that's to say that this past Thursday I was tired, maybe a little too tired to make the forty minute drive out to Uptown. But when I texted Mitch saying, heyyyyy, sooooo, I don't want to bail on tonight, but..., his reply? Stick it out. Just drink a Red Bull.
Oh, hitting me in my weak spot. Well-played.
I couldn't very well bail after that. ALL I NEEDED WAS A RED BULL. OF COURSE. But you know what I also needed? Dinner. And, parents, since I also know y'all read this from time to time, can y'all PLEASE go grocery shopping soon? I really hate those granola protein bars and they're all we have to eat. I'LL STARVE FIRST. But instead of starving on Thursday, however, I decided the smart move was just to take some vitamins. Well, eat some vitamins.
Well, gummy vitamins.
I stuck the whole bottle in my purse and drove to Kelsey's apartment, chugging the aforementinoed Red Bull and eating handfuls of gummy vitamins. At one point I remember thinking, hey, maybe I should ration these, like, only eat one every mile? But then I realized that would be thirty vitamins and also, I'd only driven three miles and eaten eleven, so...that clearly wasn't going to happen.
Needless to say, I didn't restrain myself. I ate almost the entire bottle (they're 200% Vitamin D!) and had a great night. So great, in fact, that when I woke up at the crack of dawn the next morning for the next shoot and wanted to kill myself? I did the same thing.
Red Bull and a bottle of gummy vitamins. The new Wheaties?
Friday, January 21, 2011
3x5
oh, today i finally overcame
trying to fit the world inside a picture frame
maybe i will tell you all about it when i'm in the mood to lose my way with words
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
it's in the bag (blog crawl)
Today I'm participating in the It's In the Bag blog crawl put on by sweet Ashley over at A Hasty Life. Please excuse the poor quality of the pictures... I was forced to use my iPhone last minute since for some reason I can't seem to find a working camera anywhere in this house. And my parents and I are photographers. Riddle me that.
I'm not really a huge purse person. In fact I have yet to break down and actually purchase a big girl purse, preferring instead to stick to sling bags because I'm lazy and they are sooo comfortable to wear. And no hassle.
(not picture: many beers)
(note: this is my friend Todd, and Mitch is totally okay with this picture; also, check out how much fun I'm having)
However, here is my current sling bag (a much beloved Christmas present from my favorite aunt, holla!):
1. Always gots to be carrying my current read around with me because, hey, you never know when you're going to have some down time and need a book. As of late I'm reading Righting the Mother Tongue: From Olde English to Email, the Tangled Story of English Spelling by David Wolman. Judge all you want, this book is awesome.
2. I have a (possibly rational?) fear of smelling bad, which has lead me to carry both deodorant and body spray with me at all times.
3. Three sticks of Burt's Bees chapstick. I don't know why I have so many in here.
4. The Vera Bradly wallet my grandmother gave me several Christmases ago. Love it.
5. Annnnd of course, the matching Vera Bradley sunglasses case because I like to look like a tool but mostly because my grandmother loves everything to match.
6. Ironic proof of my totally reasonable obsession with Taco Bueno. I'm not even embarrassed.
7. Fingerless gloves. I have no idea why I even bother carrying these. If it's cold enough for gloves, it's cold enough for my fingers to be gloved too. I don't understand myself.
8. Keys with an unnecessary amount of keychains.
9. Typed notes from Monday night's obedience school class. Don't worry, I didn't take the time to type these. Matthew Broderick did.
10. My trusty planner. Never leave home without it.
11. iPhone charger because I can't seem to remember to charge my phone when I'm home and it's convenient.
12. Lotion. Pen. Tampon (duh). A tiny sample bottle of Kim Kardashian's perfume which I swear was sent to me free in the mail. It only smells okay.
13. My iPhone, Gad (not pictured since it was used to take these stunning photographs).
I know that was pretty exciting, y'all, so thanks for keeping your shit together long enough to make it all the way to the end. But seriously, thanks for stopping by and be sure to check out yesterday's participant, Caroline, over at Simply Smithwick!
PS: Get so excited for tomorrow's poster: my friend Alex, the lovely lady behind Mutual Weirdness. Yay Alex! :)
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
a collection of facts & feelings
If I lived alone, I'd probably spend less time wearing pants.
Being a middle school photographer makes me feel like a rockstar when the kids are excited to see me and remember my name.
I wish I could eat Taco Bueno party burritos like, all day, every day.
This absolutely cracks me up.
Sometimes I resent my dogs. And by my dogs, I mostly mean Pete. And that makes me feel like a bad person.
I like that I like beer.
To paraphrase Mandy Moore in License to Wed, I'd marry Mitch Baker tomorrow in a potato sack dress in the middle of a rainstorm if it meant spending the rest of my life with him.
And on that note, I have an inexplicable fascination with all things Mandy Moore.
I really believe in this.
If there's a Law & Order SVU marathon on somewhere, I can kiss all thoughts of productivity goodbye.
Yum. To both.
I wish I took myself more seriously and gave myself more credit.
I waste a lot of time here. And here. And here. And I never get tired of reading this.
My friends are so effortlessly cool and hot at the same time that it makes me feel a lot cooler and hotter just being known and loved by them. Not that looks are the most important thing in the world; I just happen to have really bangin' friends.
Briarwood. My bad for ruining this picture.
Which reminds me of the time in ninth grade athletics that our teacher asked us what was the most important thing to look for in friends and I answered ummmm...they have to be good looking? No one laughed and I was sent to the principal's office. I went to private school where no one was funny. IT WAS A JOKE, BITCHES. Whatev. I'm over it.
Anyway, it's Tuesday. I love Tuesdays. Happy Tuesday, y'all.
Being a middle school photographer makes me feel like a rockstar when the kids are excited to see me and remember my name.
I wish I could eat Taco Bueno party burritos like, all day, every day.
This absolutely cracks me up.
Sometimes I resent my dogs. And by my dogs, I mostly mean Pete. And that makes me feel like a bad person.
I like that I like beer.
To paraphrase Mandy Moore in License to Wed, I'd marry Mitch Baker tomorrow in a potato sack dress in the middle of a rainstorm if it meant spending the rest of my life with him.
And on that note, I have an inexplicable fascination with all things Mandy Moore.
I really believe in this.
If there's a Law & Order SVU marathon on somewhere, I can kiss all thoughts of productivity goodbye.
I wish I took myself more seriously and gave myself more credit.
I waste a lot of time here. And here. And here. And I never get tired of reading this.
My friends are so effortlessly cool and hot at the same time that it makes me feel a lot cooler and hotter just being known and loved by them. Not that looks are the most important thing in the world; I just happen to have really bangin' friends.
Which reminds me of the time in ninth grade athletics that our teacher asked us what was the most important thing to look for in friends and I answered ummmm...they have to be good looking? No one laughed and I was sent to the principal's office. I went to private school where no one was funny. IT WAS A JOKE, BITCHES. Whatev. I'm over it.
Anyway, it's Tuesday. I love Tuesdays. Happy Tuesday, y'all.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
