it started very simply with a closing shift Monday. Years ago it would have been like nothing for me to get home at 11, stay up watching the Joe Strummer Docu until 2 AM, then be able to roll over, go right to sleep and not have a problem getting up several hours later (and that would be with 2-3 glasses of wine in me). Not anymore! The next thing i knew it was 3:30 AM and i was fixated on the snoring patterns of both my dog and my husband ( who, by the way, had no rhyme or reason to their breathing) and the heat being radiated by the small cat nuzzled up against my lower back (which, by the way, would have been more than welcome last week when i was crippled with cramps, but at that time the cat was no where to be found). As the clock neared 4:30AM i removed myself from the situation and went downstairs to the spare room, with the very comfortable Ikea bed, away from the sounds of animal or person. Now, I could actually get to sleep,and salvage what was left of the night, no problem, i didn't have to be to work till 1PM, no sweat, or so I thought. The weather outside was freezing and the furnace which lay right below the hardwood floor kept turning on and off, running hot water through the ancient pipes of this old house, squeaking and wining. I got up and turned the heat down, adding an extra blanket to the bed, crawling in, the cat now situated on top of my feet, a much better place for the excessive warmth he seems to give off. I was just dozing off when my husband, dog in tow, came barreling down the stairs, looking for me (where did he think i went?? out to the bar?? for a quick run?? It was 5AM????). I must have passed out around 6, to be awaken to the regular morning hustle around 8:30. I could tell my husband was trying to be as quiet as possible, but there's just so much you can do to quiet a 95 pound puppy anxious to see where Mommy is. The rest of the morning is a blur, as I slugged down a full pot of coffee, and showered and dressed without really noticing what i was wearing (thank god for my semi uniform). Driving was hard, I was so dizzy,but as soon as I got to work I got what i guess they call "a second wind" and before i knew it i was joking with customers, going about my usual day. As I jumped in the Jeep at10PM for the second night in a row, i was looking forward to my warm bed and the Advil pm Tim had bought me. I took Seamus for a quick walk, washed my face, put on the coziest pair of Jammie's I owned, and jumped in the bed. And there I lay, starring at the ceiling, thinking, tossing, sighing, FREAKING OUT!!!! Had I missed the small window of opportunity that the Advil pm gives your brain to take hold of the sleep?? I gave myself a half hour, and swore that if i wasn't asleep by then I would go downstairs and use my many years of training to expertly open one of the bottles of wine that sat on the kitchen counter (thanks Anne Marie). I must have frightened my brain into falling asleep, knowing all too well what that headache would feel like, because I was soon sound asleep, probably drooling. I stayed in bed today until 10AM, and was greeted with a blanket of fresh white snow, enough to postpone the opening of the college, and keep my husband home until noon. The rest of the day was spent lounging in my PJ's trying to install emoji on my iPhone and moving some old music from the old iMac
to the newer iMac. The weather quickly turned from perfect white snow to hail, to torrential downpour, and any chance of getting outside to shoot was lost an hour after I got up. While walking Seamus i did shoot these two shots. The rest of my views were inside views.
I am returning to the bed now, I'll try going before everyone else, and see what that brings. Good night everyone, sleep tight. Don't let the bed bugs bite. Oh God, why did I say that, now I'll be laying there thinking about bed bug, feeling itchy, wondering if i should change the sheets and quilt...
was yesterday, in Bluepoint, and aside from the freezing temps outside, the festivities under the tent were amazing. My favorite brew for the day was the Dundee Porter. I'll research it and give you more info later. here's a recap of the day. hope everyone else had as good a weekend as I did! Actually, it was a really great week.
somethings not right with the big guy, he was up all night, doing circles around the bed, snuggling in and letting out the most pathetic little moans. He went out 3 times, tried to get comfortable at the bottom of the bed with an afghan, and ate a second dinner at around 3 am. He finally passed out around 4, at which time i had to take 2 Benadryl. I laid there waiting for the drugs to take effect on my already burnt out brain, and wondered what had happened to this overgrown puppy. Had he eaten something that we've yet to discover missing?? Gotten into something funky in the yard?? The worst starts to seep into my mind as I drift off to sleep and dream of Guinness and Marley, playing in the green (surreal green) grass of summers past, the Lavender Vanilla body lotion conjuring up smells from days gone by. We all woke up this morning a little groggy. The pooch still is not himself, but I've learned from many unnecessary drives to the vet that dogs have a way of fixing themselves. I know he's not feeling good when i get up to refill my coffee mug for the third time (the need for caffeine so strong that the pounding in my head seems to be vibrating off my neck and teeth) and he remains on the couch, rolled up into the smallest dog ball i've ever seen. It's so not like him to follow me, be under my feet, right up my ass to be brutally honest. I stuff my head in between his neck and paws and breath in the scent of corn chips ( this, you will only understand if you are a large breed dog owner), he sighs and i feel bads for all the yelling i've done at him earlier this week. Aside from the dog funk it's turned out to be an out of the ordinary Saturday morning.I'm off, first of all, sitting in front of the computer eating cold pasta out of the big bowl, enjoying the heat inside the house turned up to 70 degrees while my husband is out at practice. I realize that for the past few months I've been saving web sites in my bookmark bar and just realized now how many of them were there. I'll leave you this Saturday afternoon with a peek into some of the places that have caught my eye these past few month. There's a Cask Ale Festival in my near future, that I've been looking forward to for weeks, but now with the pooch in his funk and the temps pushing a high 6 degrees today, it all seems a little less appealing to me. I know I will regret not going if I don't, for today marks the start of my husbands Lacrosse season for 2009, and it will be warm and green outside the next time i get to share a Saturday afternoon alone with him, off the field, enjoying a beer. There are many more days and nights ahead for Seamus and I to snuggle and get to know each other better while Dad is out on the road with his team, and we are home. I haven't taken the time to know this puppy the way i did my other boys, he seems so different from them, so odd at times. It's time I spend some time getting to know this puppy of mine who is slowly turning into a full grown dog.
the great photography here, which is sure to inspire.
Did you ever have one of those days that you look forward to for weeks, and then it happens and you savor every single minute of it?? I had just one of those days on Wednesday, a perfect day with perfect friends. If you know me at all you probably know that I was hesitant to post this photo. Not because it isn't a great shot, or because some nameless, faceless woman in polyester took the shot, but mostly because I hate photos of myself. I never look the way I feel, I always come across older, puffier, and sadder than how i feel in my head. But I just had to post this, because in this photo are three of the most important women in my life. Everyone has a mother and if they are luck enough (like me) a grandmother, whom they could not have gotten this far in life without, that goes without saying. But when you are lucky enough to have three really close friends (one of whom is your sister to boot) you really have to count your lucky stars and your blessings and all those other things people say that really are true! We don't see each other all that much, with the exception of my sister (who I am lucky enough to live not far from). We talk here and there, text each other a lot, communicate on Facebook, send out ridiculous emails, make plans with our hearts that somehow never come to fruition, and sometimes go weeks with no communication at all. But I know, that when push comes to shove any one of them would be there for me, and me for them, with no effort, no regret, and no problems. I'm not one of those social butterflies that has plans with this one for lunch, that one for dinner, shopping on Thursdays, book club on Wednesdays, I just simply don't have that kind of time. Quite frankly, most of the time it's just me and this little blog and the people who are kind enough to drop by and leave a comment. Yes, I have my work buddies, who make my daily life a pleasure, make work that much easier, but once outside of Apple, it is these tree woman, who, at the end of a day I admire, miss and love with all my heart. So you can only imagine the time we had in Manhattan, starting with the train ride in, street shopping for stupid hats, chattering all the way, oblivious to everyone around us. We went to a taping of the Martha Stewart show which should air on Friday, January 30. We were treated to lots of freegifts, got to see Matt Laurer and Meredith Vieira up close (he is so much skinnier than on TV), watch Emeril cook Crazy Nachos and were fed some of Martha's signature chili. We had drinks and lunch at Mustang Harry's, drank beer out of a brown bag in the train station. And if that wasn't enough, Bridget and I left the other two to tend to their children and boyfriends and went to visit our old boss. I hated to leave the old familiar surroundings, quite honestly, it brought back such fond memories of when i actually had more time to spend with my friends. Thanks girls, i love you so much! Lets do it again real soon. (I've already gone on line and applied for more tickets, the Valentine's day show perhaps?? )
I stayed home from work today, my throat had been bothering me for days, and even though the Dr. said it was just a cold and it needed to run it's course, it really hurt when I spoke. And since a huge part of my job entails speaking, to people, who, for the most part are healthy, I thought it would be a good idea to take a day and rest my voice and stop spreading germs all over Suffolk County. I woke up early to shuffle my slippered feet down to the kitchen to let the dog out (Seamus has no idea that today was a sick day and there was no reason what so ever to get up at 6) and was greeted by the most beautiful blanket of fresh fallen snow. As I opened the gate to the back yard to let him do his business I was overwhelmed by the silence that surrounded me. The dawn was just peaking over the trees and it cast the most beautiful hue of purpley orange all over the yard. I thought about running inside and grabbing my camera, but decided to just stand there, listening to the trickle of water running down the icicles that were hanging from the drainpipe. As Seamus ran full speed around the yard, as if he had been in hibernation for months, I breathed deeply the clean, crisp air that was around me. As the ache started to reintroduce itself to my throat, I ushered the pooch in the house, took a few moments in front of the computer to check out something special a good friend of mine had been working on for awhile and actually brought to fruition yesterday and rushed back up and under the covers, taking one last glance out the window next to my bed. I slept for a few more hours and was awakened by my husband and this charming gentleman from the backyard.
(apparently the snow was too powdery to pack into a traditional snowman, so my husband built him laying down, and I loved him just the same). At about noon I started to get a bad case of cabin fever, and decided to bake up a batch of cookies. I rarely bake cookies, there are some things you should leave to the professionals, my sister being one of those said professionals. It's not that I don't enjoy the process, i do, and no matter what the finished product tastes like the batter is always better. It just seems like my cookies always come out thick and dry and crumbly, not at all the way I like them. My Mom had me convinced that it was my oven, she and my sister have convection ovens, and their cookies could make them millions on Ebay.Sadly, my oven is the same old relic that came with my house, and it never seems to cook anything properly. But today things changed! I ran across a recipe from Martha Stewart that sounded good and easy, so i gave it a whirl. The batter tasted great, and I got the usual stomach ache from licking the wooden spoon and spatula. Once in the oven i was convinced that I had either read the recipe wrong or it had been printed wrong and I was going to receive a signed apology from the queen of crafts herself. They started to melt into big, thin puddles on the cookie tray. I sighed, there goes more than a half pound of butter down the drain! But then the most magical thing happened. They stopped in perfect round circles, and formed the most delicate cookies known to man. I slid them off the tray and let them cool before presenting them to my husband for his opinion. He took one bite and smiled from ear to ear! I had done it, I had made my first successful batch of chocolate chip cookies. I could now throw away the gazillion cookie cookbooks i had accumulated over the years, this was the recipe that i would make from here on in, the one i would pass on at showers, the one i would make with my nieces, they were perfection! Feeling proud, I pulled on my coat, hat and boots and stepped outside to take some photos of the winter wonderland that was my backyard before the sun set and i returned to work, unable to breath deeply from the fresh air or leisurely watch my dog frolic in the snow, or sit back and smile at everything around me. Yes, I get two days off a week, but nothing warms the heart more than a sick day with snow.
As I drove to work today, with the peacefulness of the snow surrounding me, it suddenly dawned on me that it was 2 years ago today that I started my time here in this little place my blog calls home. As I skimmed over photos and events from the past year in my mind, it occurred to me that although there were alotofrepeats and a few lasts, this year was mostly about firsts. My first attempt at several new projects that lead me to the over ambitiousfirst swap. Which led to the on line friendship of this talented lady. I took my first solo airline flight in about twenty something years, which led me to Minnesota to visit my Aunt and see the beautifulwonders ofLake Superior. Which inspired me to devote more time to my passion, photography, which led me to my first on line photo contests and submissions and was thrilled to be recognized here. I joined lots of Flickergroups and it was my first year as a Pro member thanks to a very generous friend who I just love!! Which in my mind led to my first professional photography job for pay, which gave me the courage to meet with other clients, some who hired me to shoot their wedding this coming spring. I went to my first live Martha Stewart Show. I took my first full time, daytime, 9-5 (sort of) job which has taught me a lot about where I am headed in this big beautiful world, and opened my eyes to what i don't want to be doing. I had my first year with both a puppy and a kitten, growing up together in the same house, and luckily they are both still here today. It was my first year with socialnetworking and real Thai food. I could go on and on about all my firsts, but that is what this little blog is for, to share with you, my first, by lasts and everything in between. I am thankful everyday for the friendships I've made during this process, the people who stop by, unsolicited, to see what is happening in my little corner of the blog word. And even if no one stopped by, this place has been a home of creativity and growth for me these past two years, and I have to thank my cousin Kristin for leading me to the process, and many, many, many, manymany, many,others that showed me how it was done. It started as a place to showcase my work and has grown to be so much more. Happy Birthday little Beestudio, I love you!
quite honestly, i really don't know where my time goes. Yesterday's work schedule really put a damper on any kind of weekend I was about to have. Working 11-8 in a snowstorm doesn't free up too much pleasure time. I did steal away a few minutes outside with the camera this morning until my fingers started to throb. Everything had iced over during the overnight and the snow under your my feet made the loudest crunching noise as I walked. Caro and I went outside last night during dinner to see how the snow was coming down and how it would effect our evening commute. I snapped this shot of her enjoying the weather, and I thought it belonged in a museum, so I put it there. This morning I relaxed with some fresh, "only in NY can they be this good" bagels
and sorted through some old photos from wedding I've photographed in the past, preparing for an afternoon meeting with a couple who want me too shoot their nuptials in May.
The meeting went very well and by the time I left Starbucks I felt as if I had known them for years, and was excited to plan the wedding shoot. It's weird how sometimes you just click with people. I'm off to watch football with the hubby (or should I say people watch while he watches the game) to end my day off. Hope you all had a fun filled weekend. I'll be back on Wednesday, hopefully.
how I have neglected you these past few weeks. Quite honestly I"m finding myself in quite a rut, not only here but in almost every aspect of my life. I was really starting to get upset because I was looking here and here and here and realizing that I probably should not call myself a crafter with the lack of projects that were not produced this past year. So, what can I call myself?? Let's see, I usually shy away from titles, they put so much pressure on a person... Well, I have been really trying to stand by my NY resolution, which was to get more creative in uncommon ways and to take pictures everyday, even when i think it's dark and dismal and there is nothing to shoot. I joined JPG magazine, a little to late, but I'm on there just the same. I've been trying to post at least some photos there every day. I entered a contest at MILK, to hopefully get some of my stuff published. And for kicks I joined 366-1, just to force myself to shoot something everyday. It's not like I don't carry at leastonecamera with me at all times, it's just that instead of looking lately i find myself daydreaming and not noticing. I have to really be better at that, stop, slow down, really look at things that are around me, then re look, look from a different angle, and shoot, shoot, shoot. A lot of my friends have recently received cameras for the Holidays, and hopefully some really great photo trips are ahead. I always get the most inspiration from others, not copying them, but following along with them. It always amazes me how three people can look at the same thing and yet each one sees it in a totally different way. Or given a word, each will come up with a different image associated with that word. I love that diversity in humanity. I got really inspired looking at some of the blogsthat often get my butt in action, honestly, I do not know how these women pull it all off. I will leave you tonight with the view from my new favorite place, Habit. Enjoy, and hey, if you guys have any suggestions on things you'd like to see me photographing, please DO NOT hesitate to suggest, PLEASE!!!!!