Today while cleaning up around the band room before his parent meeting Ryan suddenly stopped and turned to face me. "You write pretty well, don't you?"
Me: "Well, of course I do!... I mean, I like to think I do... I do, yeah.... Don't I?" : / Uncertainty crept up from my toes and began pulling me down into the floor. Fast.
"Well, do you think you could start a blog? Like for money?" he continued, sidestepping around my shriveling self-worth.
"You mean besides the blog I already write?"
"You already have a blog?" He ended the questment (question/statement) slightly higher than it began with an air that said, "But we're best friends and tell each other everything--Why don't I know this??"
"Yes. Remember the one I was writing a few weeks ago. It's still the same one."
"Oh. Right. That makes sense." He went back to cleaning, then turned again. "Can I read it?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because then you'll find out how crazy I truly am."
He blinked, then rushed his words. "Yeah, I'd rather not know."
It all stems from a conversation we'd been having earlier about how poor we are. Ah, love... It makes us think that we can get through anything as long as we have each other...or, you know, just each other and a tiny teacher's salary. There really isn't that much difference. Sadly--or maybe luckily?--we're pragmatic people. We're envelope-system-ing our little Dave-Ramsey-devoted hearts out and we can pay all our bills. We can even splurge on Sonic drinks during Happy Hour. So what do we have to complain about?
My jealousy just been getting out of hand as of late. Everyone is getting married these days. Which is great!--Woohoo!!--but then I think about honeymoons. [Sigh.] Susannah and Ben are taking the train across Canada. Heather and Jose are jetting off for two weeks in France and Italy. Sarah and Adam are in St. Lucia with teal water, white sand, and their own friggin' POOL outside their own friggin' VILLA. And me? I'm working. Just working. We're saving our money for a honeymoon later in December. Which is awesome. I shouldn't complain. I know it's not something that I should be upset about. I mean, I got my dream wedding--how can I complain?? But....I WANT AN AWESOME TRIP, TOO!!! I want to lay out in the South Caribbean and stroll languidly down the streets of a small town on the Amalfi Coast... There. I said it. I got it out of my system. Jealousy, be gone!!
Any ideas for (warm) honeymoons in December/January? I just can't stand the thought of being in a parka or sweater versus the warm breezes of the beach or a break from the sun and a cool gelato at an alley-side cafe. So any help would be appreciated.
<3
r.
Monday, June 27, 2011
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Working hard for the money.
Greetings, fair readers!
I know, I know. I'm an inconsistent blogger, but it has been a time of many events. As they say, time flies, and it does so even faster when you're employed full-time, adjusting to being married to this other person who is around ALL THE TIME, and never seem to have the time to be bored anymore.
As you may or may not know, I work at our county's high school. I do something with the after school program. Don't ask me exactly what--I'm still a little fuzzy on that myself. "How is it?" you ask. Well...it has its moments. Take, for example,....well, everything.
I was hired mid-April to begin implementing a program that focuses on youth empowerment. (You know, cyber bullying, safe sex, drugs-are-bad-and-will-rot-your-soul type things.) Note the word 'begin'. Yes. Now note the ones just before it. 'Hired.' And 'mid-April'. Mmmm... Let's take a moment to dwell on those. If the school year ends mid-May, then--logically--it makes complete sense to start a new program one month before it's all over and done with. I mean, with all the public testing we've got these days, end-of-course exams, finals, seniors graduating early, etc....why wouldn't this be ideal timing?
And thus I began beating my head against a wall, which has since become my daily ritual. It began with me going around class-to-class, ducking into rooms where the teachers were glad to let me take over for a little while. I sat on a little stool and talked with the kids:
Me: "So...do you like staying after school?"
Kids: "No."
Me: "Okay. Why's that."
Kids: "I'd rather hang out with my friends and do something fun."
Me: "Well, what if I made it fun?"
Kids: "............."
Me: "Okay. If you could design a program for after-school, what would be involved?"
Kids: "Dance team." "Forensic science." "Movie editing." "Video games."
Great. Loads of things I'm neither qualified to do, interested in, nor know anything about. Greatttt.
So now it's rolled around to summer school--where my program keeps on chugging along--empty.
Every now and then (Mondays at 12:15), my supervisor drives up from Knoxville. I'm not employed by the school itself, but by an organization that receives grants for the state for their activities. She asks how things are going, and I've almost got my reply down to an art. "Well, if I had just had an opportunity to get to know some kids before the end of the school year, I think this might have been a little more successful. It's hard calling up kids and asking them to give up their summer to come listen to me preach at them about not having sex or drinking alcohol." Seriously.
So I spend most of my days in my office, reading blogs and stalking various websites (helloooooo, target.com, bedbathandbeyond.com, and ikea.com!!!) because there is literally nothing for me to do. Seriously. I feel so guilty about it. I've done everything I could thing of to lure kids in: pizza, ads in the paper, calling them, calling their parents, offering free guitar and piano lessons from my husband... (I feel like one of those 14-year-old girls who follows around her 19 year-old-crush, praying to God, "Pleassssssse....")
Oh--and I have I mentioned my co-worker? Jimmy "runs" the other after school program. Currently at summer school, that involves serving lunch, administering breaks to the students on the computers doing credit recovery, and napping 2-3 hours a day.
Yeah...
I know, I know. I'm an inconsistent blogger, but it has been a time of many events. As they say, time flies, and it does so even faster when you're employed full-time, adjusting to being married to this other person who is around ALL THE TIME, and never seem to have the time to be bored anymore.
As you may or may not know, I work at our county's high school. I do something with the after school program. Don't ask me exactly what--I'm still a little fuzzy on that myself. "How is it?" you ask. Well...it has its moments. Take, for example,....well, everything.
I was hired mid-April to begin implementing a program that focuses on youth empowerment. (You know, cyber bullying, safe sex, drugs-are-bad-and-will-rot-your-soul type things.) Note the word 'begin'. Yes. Now note the ones just before it. 'Hired.' And 'mid-April'. Mmmm... Let's take a moment to dwell on those. If the school year ends mid-May, then--logically--it makes complete sense to start a new program one month before it's all over and done with. I mean, with all the public testing we've got these days, end-of-course exams, finals, seniors graduating early, etc....why wouldn't this be ideal timing?
And thus I began beating my head against a wall, which has since become my daily ritual. It began with me going around class-to-class, ducking into rooms where the teachers were glad to let me take over for a little while. I sat on a little stool and talked with the kids:
Me: "So...do you like staying after school?"
Kids: "No."
Me: "Okay. Why's that."
Kids: "I'd rather hang out with my friends and do something fun."
Me: "Well, what if I made it fun?"
Kids: "............."
Me: "Okay. If you could design a program for after-school, what would be involved?"
Kids: "Dance team." "Forensic science." "Movie editing." "Video games."
Great. Loads of things I'm neither qualified to do, interested in, nor know anything about. Greatttt.
So now it's rolled around to summer school--where my program keeps on chugging along--empty.
Every now and then (Mondays at 12:15), my supervisor drives up from Knoxville. I'm not employed by the school itself, but by an organization that receives grants for the state for their activities. She asks how things are going, and I've almost got my reply down to an art. "Well, if I had just had an opportunity to get to know some kids before the end of the school year, I think this might have been a little more successful. It's hard calling up kids and asking them to give up their summer to come listen to me preach at them about not having sex or drinking alcohol." Seriously.
So I spend most of my days in my office, reading blogs and stalking various websites (helloooooo, target.com, bedbathandbeyond.com, and ikea.com!!!) because there is literally nothing for me to do. Seriously. I feel so guilty about it. I've done everything I could thing of to lure kids in: pizza, ads in the paper, calling them, calling their parents, offering free guitar and piano lessons from my husband... (I feel like one of those 14-year-old girls who follows around her 19 year-old-crush, praying to God, "Pleassssssse....")
Oh--and I have I mentioned my co-worker? Jimmy "runs" the other after school program. Currently at summer school, that involves serving lunch, administering breaks to the students on the computers doing credit recovery, and napping 2-3 hours a day.
Yeah...
Monday, May 23, 2011
Oh, hi there.
It'a me. The unexciting one. You know, the one to whom nothing ever happens.
Except that something has happened. One week ago yesterday (Sunday, May 15, 2011 at 6:00 pm, to be exact) I got married.
Yeah.
MARRIED.
:]
Ryan and I were sitting around, half-heartedly packing for our vacation at the beach and we just thought....why not just go ahead and get married while we're there? It'll save us a heck of a lot of stress and planning, there won't be any hurt feelings because only certain people were invited (heh.), and it'll be FUN! So we did. We called up our parents and siblings and told them they were free to join us if they desired, and we went. After a long, lovely, relaxing week...we tied the knot at a BEAUTIFUL little chapel next to a lighthouse on Bald Head Island, North Carolina.
Oh, and did I mention that there are no cars allowed on the island--so you have to drive golf carts around all day long? And it's only accessible by ferry?? It really is TOO cool. We rented a house (http://www.vrbo.com/162425 --and the blue room was mine!) that I fell in love with, and everyone got along for the week, and I got a tan, and my mom made our cake.... Am I talking too fast? Because it was/is just too exciting to try and summarize in a blog post.
I managed to book a photographer, and while he said that our website should be up by now...it's not. :( But our final photos should be back in three weeks. All 8,972 of them. Or something like that. Anyway, as soon as I get the website link, I'll post it as well. And as soon as I get photos, I'll send out formal announcements with all sorts of info including reception info. Because, let's face it, a wedding is something to celebrate! So keep your calendars free on July 9th, because I want to have everyone come celebrate with us. With cake!! And punch!! And fun!!
Love,
Mrs. Hoffman
(eeek!!!!)
EDIT: PHOTO WEBSITE IS HERE!!!!
http://www.chrislangweddings.com/WebSites/RachaelRyan/index.html
Except that something has happened. One week ago yesterday (Sunday, May 15, 2011 at 6:00 pm, to be exact) I got married.
Yeah.
MARRIED.
:]
Ryan and I were sitting around, half-heartedly packing for our vacation at the beach and we just thought....why not just go ahead and get married while we're there? It'll save us a heck of a lot of stress and planning, there won't be any hurt feelings because only certain people were invited (heh.), and it'll be FUN! So we did. We called up our parents and siblings and told them they were free to join us if they desired, and we went. After a long, lovely, relaxing week...we tied the knot at a BEAUTIFUL little chapel next to a lighthouse on Bald Head Island, North Carolina.
Oh, and did I mention that there are no cars allowed on the island--so you have to drive golf carts around all day long? And it's only accessible by ferry?? It really is TOO cool. We rented a house (http://www.vrbo.com/162425 --and the blue room was mine!) that I fell in love with, and everyone got along for the week, and I got a tan, and my mom made our cake.... Am I talking too fast? Because it was/is just too exciting to try and summarize in a blog post.
I managed to book a photographer, and while he said that our website should be up by now...it's not. :( But our final photos should be back in three weeks. All 8,972 of them. Or something like that. Anyway, as soon as I get the website link, I'll post it as well. And as soon as I get photos, I'll send out formal announcements with all sorts of info including reception info. Because, let's face it, a wedding is something to celebrate! So keep your calendars free on July 9th, because I want to have everyone come celebrate with us. With cake!! And punch!! And fun!!
Love,
Mrs. Hoffman
(eeek!!!!)
EDIT: PHOTO WEBSITE IS HERE!!!!
http://www.chrislangweddings.com/WebSites/RachaelRyan/index.html
Friday, May 6, 2011
Oi
We're going to the beach!!! As in, that really sandy place with all the water. As in, laying out and enjoying the sun 12 hours a day. As in, one of my favorite places in the world!!! :) :) :)
Monday morning at 6 am, we're headed out!!
(Can you tell I'm a bit excited?)
And because I was so excited, I started packing early. Responsibly, I made a list of everything I would need for the week. And once I'd hauled out the suitcase and crossed everything but toiletries off my list...I began thinking. One day while I was living in Vienna with my friend P., she mentioned she needed to get a bikini wax. I shuddered, intimidated by the idea. No, she insisted. If you get it done right by someone who really knows how, it's totally fine. After much urging, I shut her up by telling her that one day I would try one, and she recommended someone in the Cookeville area whom she had been going to for several years. So today... I got brave. Or stupid. Quite possibly both at once. I made up my mind that I was a strong, independent woman (ROAR!!) who could handle a bikini wax. I already had my standing monthly appointment for my brows....so why not just add it on?
Right.
First of all, I was unaware of what exactly was involved. Secondly, I couldn't understand what the woman was saying. BIG MISTAKE. Instead of just my bikini line, I apparently ordered the infamous Brazilian wax. On a scale on 1-10, where 1 is someone poking you with their finger to get your attention and 10 is water boarding at Guantanamo, I'm going to give the Brazilian wax a solid 9.8.
Seriously.
Let me also say this: I'm no baby. I've had large chunks of glass removed from inside my foot with only local anesthetic. I've had a tattoo. I've had a few nasty rope burns. And I have also fallen 16 feet from the top of a tree. This was worse than all of those...combined. Never again. Ever. I bit the inside of my mouth so hard, it bled on both sides. I also cried. How do women do this to themselves on a consistent basis? As I waddled out wincing, I could only wonder, do most go do it in groups so they can sit around and commiserate together over drinks afterward? Because let me tell you--that's MY first instinct...
However, it will be nice to not shave everyday at the beach. It'll be lovely to not worry about it at all, giving me more time to read my book in the sun.
Also, I think I might have a surprise for you at the end of it.
But more about that when I come back...hopefully not still waddling. : /
:)
~R.
Monday morning at 6 am, we're headed out!!
(Can you tell I'm a bit excited?)
And because I was so excited, I started packing early. Responsibly, I made a list of everything I would need for the week. And once I'd hauled out the suitcase and crossed everything but toiletries off my list...I began thinking. One day while I was living in Vienna with my friend P., she mentioned she needed to get a bikini wax. I shuddered, intimidated by the idea. No, she insisted. If you get it done right by someone who really knows how, it's totally fine. After much urging, I shut her up by telling her that one day I would try one, and she recommended someone in the Cookeville area whom she had been going to for several years. So today... I got brave. Or stupid. Quite possibly both at once. I made up my mind that I was a strong, independent woman (ROAR!!) who could handle a bikini wax. I already had my standing monthly appointment for my brows....so why not just add it on?
Right.
First of all, I was unaware of what exactly was involved. Secondly, I couldn't understand what the woman was saying. BIG MISTAKE. Instead of just my bikini line, I apparently ordered the infamous Brazilian wax. On a scale on 1-10, where 1 is someone poking you with their finger to get your attention and 10 is water boarding at Guantanamo, I'm going to give the Brazilian wax a solid 9.8.
Seriously.
Let me also say this: I'm no baby. I've had large chunks of glass removed from inside my foot with only local anesthetic. I've had a tattoo. I've had a few nasty rope burns. And I have also fallen 16 feet from the top of a tree. This was worse than all of those...combined. Never again. Ever. I bit the inside of my mouth so hard, it bled on both sides. I also cried. How do women do this to themselves on a consistent basis? As I waddled out wincing, I could only wonder, do most go do it in groups so they can sit around and commiserate together over drinks afterward? Because let me tell you--that's MY first instinct...
However, it will be nice to not shave everyday at the beach. It'll be lovely to not worry about it at all, giving me more time to read my book in the sun.
Also, I think I might have a surprise for you at the end of it.
But more about that when I come back...hopefully not still waddling. : /
:)
~R.
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Five Things...
I'm a compulsive survey-taker. On all things, when the survey pops up and asks you to participate, my instant reaction is, "Meee?? You want to know what I think? You want to know about me? SURE!!" and then I make up a name and birthday and usually say that I'm from Paris, Texas--a city about the same size as Cookevegas.
But I digress.
Five things I was doing 10 years ago: (April/May 2001 — still in 7th grade, age 12)
1. Wearing these god-awful black boots I was obsessed with. No, seriously. With everything I could possibly get away with.
2. Singing Kryptonite at the top of my lungs in the shower. (Wait, does it count if I still do that?)
3. Thinking a lot about whether the age difference would be a problem if I were to marry Russell Crowe. (He's 24 years older than I am...and Gladiator was my favorite. film. ever.)
4. Reading National Geographic on a daily basis, studying the photos and knowing that one day those would be MY photos in their place.
5. Watching That Thing You Do over and over and over and over...
Five things on my "to do list" today:
1. Go outside. (Check. It's finally warm enough to pack up the parkas!!)
2. Organize jewelry. (I bought one of those cool hangers with the pouches so you can store it all in your closet!)
3. Write German final paper. (Because if I don't do it now, I'm sure not going to do it any other time this weekend.)
4. Clean my chair area. (I basically live out of my huge, oversized chair in the living room. It has it's own ottoman upon which are my various piles of Stuff. Don't judge--it's my one splurge of messyness and I love it.)
5. Check to if International Marketing final grades are posted. (Pleeeeease let me have an A...)
Five things I would do if I were a millionaire:
1. Invest at least half of it and live off the interest.
2. Give away/donate to some causes I've really wanted to help lately.
3. Buy those smokin'-hot heels I've been eyeing at the shoe store...
4. Travel. And fly all my family and friends out to do it with me.
5. Buy Ryan all the spare parts he could ever need for his beloved, dying Isuzu Rodeo and get it in tip-top shape. (I.e. Working doors, workingheat and a/c, a radio, working speakers, a functional tape/cd deck, real locks, brakes, oh--and an ENGINE. One that RUNS.)
Five things I will never wear again:
1. Those black boots. (Mum stole them while I was asleep so she could "donate" them to Goodwill...)
2. Scrunchies.
3. Bangs. (After reviewing the evidence--a.k.a. every photo from birth to age 14--I've determined that they are NOT a good look for me.)
4. Anything with a drop-waist. (Yikes. Ditto the above comment...)
5. Any jewelry item that has a green alien head on it. (...OK, I might wear that again...)
My favorite toys:
1. The Interwebs!!!!/laptop.
2. Cell phone. (Hi. My name is Rachael, and I'm addicted to my Droid X.)
3. iPod. (I'm obsessed with finding the ultimate free apps...)
4. Planner. (I'm an obsessive organizer. I LOVE lists...)
5. Books.
Okay, so that wasn't as much fun as I had anticipated. But it was better than no survey at all.
How have you spent your Saturday?
But I digress.
Five things I was doing 10 years ago: (April/May 2001 — still in 7th grade, age 12)1. Wearing these god-awful black boots I was obsessed with. No, seriously. With everything I could possibly get away with.
2. Singing Kryptonite at the top of my lungs in the shower. (Wait, does it count if I still do that?)
3. Thinking a lot about whether the age difference would be a problem if I were to marry Russell Crowe. (He's 24 years older than I am...and Gladiator was my favorite. film. ever.)
4. Reading National Geographic on a daily basis, studying the photos and knowing that one day those would be MY photos in their place.
5. Watching That Thing You Do over and over and over and over...
Five things on my "to do list" today:
1. Go outside. (Check. It's finally warm enough to pack up the parkas!!)
2. Organize jewelry. (I bought one of those cool hangers with the pouches so you can store it all in your closet!)
3. Write German final paper. (Because if I don't do it now, I'm sure not going to do it any other time this weekend.)
4. Clean my chair area. (I basically live out of my huge, oversized chair in the living room. It has it's own ottoman upon which are my various piles of Stuff. Don't judge--it's my one splurge of messyness and I love it.)
5. Check to if International Marketing final grades are posted. (Pleeeeease let me have an A...)
Five things I would do if I were a millionaire:
1. Invest at least half of it and live off the interest.
2. Give away/donate to some causes I've really wanted to help lately.
3. Buy those smokin'-hot heels I've been eyeing at the shoe store...
4. Travel. And fly all my family and friends out to do it with me.
5. Buy Ryan all the spare parts he could ever need for his beloved, dying Isuzu Rodeo and get it in tip-top shape. (I.e. Working doors, workingheat and a/c, a radio, working speakers, a functional tape/cd deck, real locks, brakes, oh--and an ENGINE. One that RUNS.)
Five things I will never wear again:
1. Those black boots. (Mum stole them while I was asleep so she could "donate" them to Goodwill...)
2. Scrunchies.
3. Bangs. (After reviewing the evidence--a.k.a. every photo from birth to age 14--I've determined that they are NOT a good look for me.)
4. Anything with a drop-waist. (Yikes. Ditto the above comment...)
5. Any jewelry item that has a green alien head on it. (...OK, I might wear that again...)
My favorite toys:
1. The Interwebs!!!!/laptop.
2. Cell phone. (Hi. My name is Rachael, and I'm addicted to my Droid X.)
3. iPod. (I'm obsessed with finding the ultimate free apps...)
4. Planner. (I'm an obsessive organizer. I LOVE lists...)
5. Books.
Okay, so that wasn't as much fun as I had anticipated. But it was better than no survey at all.
How have you spent your Saturday?
Monday, April 18, 2011
I'm gettin my MRS.
That's right, folks. I got the rock.
You arelooking at talking to reading the blog of the future Mrs. Hoffman. (Man, that's gonna take some getting used to...) On Thursday of last week, Ryan finally gave me the rock. Not that it was a shock or anything since I had picked out the stone and the setting...but I hadn't seen them together. So it was kind of a shock. A good one. One I told him he could feel free to repeat on any random day of the week he wanted. We've been discussing getting married for quite some time now. I can't even remember exactly when it was that we began talking about it because it's seriously been that long in coming to fruition. (Love that word!!) So Anyway, he surprised me with a million white balloons and pulled out this little black box and said..."So...do you want the ring now?"
Seriously.
*crickets*
And apparently my brain short-circuited for instead of saying, "Excuse me??" I simply went with, "YESPLEASEOFCOURSEIDO!!"
And that was that.
So...er...romantic.
You are
Seriously.
*crickets*
And apparently my brain short-circuited for instead of saying, "Excuse me??" I simply went with, "YESPLEASEOFCOURSEIDO!!"
And that was that.
So...er...romantic.
Please excuse my wrinkly fingers...
This light doesn't do it justice...
So yeah.
I'm gonna get married. :) To my best friend. How unbelievably cool is that?!
Everyone keeps asking if we're going to have a huge wedding or where we're going on our honeymoon...but all I can think of is: we can have a routine together. We can get in a habit of doing our laundry and washing our dishes and cooking meals together. We can set alarms for the same time every day. We can set the coffee maker to brew automatically all week long. We can paint walls in the house. We can walk the dog in the evening. And one of us won't have to leave and drive 2 hours to his/her life.
I can see him everyday!!!!!!
For now, that's my joy. Just enjoying knowing that God has a plan for us--that we will face the future together, and that we really will be able to do all things through Him. I believe that we are strong, logical, independent people who could make it through anything together. And so we will. :)
[/cheesy gushing.]
I'm off to go smile at everyone and everything now.
~r.
Friday, April 8, 2011
Photos
Tonight is a night of emotion.
Tomorrow, Ryan and I are having our photos taken. Which petrifies me. (Seriously. I freeze up, my arms splayed out like a tree...)
I usually hate having my photo taken. You know that girl who always looks slightly...off, shall we say, in photos? The one always talking, or holding herself awkwardly or making a weird face? That's me. I scour and de-tag facebook photos at an alarming rate. I rarely take photos of myself to show off a new hairstyle because it never fails that I have to take 4,618,329 to get one that I like. However, these photos tomorrow were arranged with my full permission.
See, I have a friend named Kate who is a fantastic photographer. (She works for Becca Yager Photography: http://www.beccayagerphotography.com/#) As it's wedding season, she wants to expand her horizons and show off her mad skills. She called me up and asked to do a session for Ryan and me for free if we would let her use the shots in her portfolio to show future clients. Did you hear the key words? "FOR FREE." So obviously the answer is a resounding YES!! Thepractical frugal cheap inner me has completely overruled the photophobic inner me up until about......... 4.7 seconds ago.
Also making the experience a joy is Ryan. He's less than thrilled at the idea of such cutesy photos. I'm confident that Kate (and her mad skills!) can overcome stereotypical "couple-y" shots. I mean, seriously. Surely we can have fun with this, right? It's a chance to experiment, get a little creative, and joke around....but he fails to see that. He wants me to tell him what to wear, how to get his hair cut, what shoes to wear, if he should shave, etc. etc. etc. And it's a nightmare. It's one of the few times I've gotten truly frustrated with him. (Can you seriously not pick out your clothes by yourself? Pick something green for Pete's sake! It's not that hard!!)
And this is not to mention that I haven't even started considering what to wear myself.
Oh yeah, and that I'm breaking out like I'm thirteen.
And my fresh nail polish keeps chipping every time I fix it.
Joy.
Prayers would be appreciated--even for such a little thing like this.
~r.
Tomorrow, Ryan and I are having our photos taken. Which petrifies me. (Seriously. I freeze up, my arms splayed out like a tree...)
I usually hate having my photo taken. You know that girl who always looks slightly...off, shall we say, in photos? The one always talking, or holding herself awkwardly or making a weird face? That's me. I scour and de-tag facebook photos at an alarming rate. I rarely take photos of myself to show off a new hairstyle because it never fails that I have to take 4,618,329 to get one that I like. However, these photos tomorrow were arranged with my full permission.
See, I have a friend named Kate who is a fantastic photographer. (She works for Becca Yager Photography: http://www.beccayagerphotography.com/#) As it's wedding season, she wants to expand her horizons and show off her mad skills. She called me up and asked to do a session for Ryan and me for free if we would let her use the shots in her portfolio to show future clients. Did you hear the key words? "FOR FREE." So obviously the answer is a resounding YES!! The
Also making the experience a joy is Ryan. He's less than thrilled at the idea of such cutesy photos. I'm confident that Kate (and her mad skills!) can overcome stereotypical "couple-y" shots. I mean, seriously. Surely we can have fun with this, right? It's a chance to experiment, get a little creative, and joke around....but he fails to see that. He wants me to tell him what to wear, how to get his hair cut, what shoes to wear, if he should shave, etc. etc. etc. And it's a nightmare. It's one of the few times I've gotten truly frustrated with him. (Can you seriously not pick out your clothes by yourself? Pick something green for Pete's sake! It's not that hard!!)
And this is not to mention that I haven't even started considering what to wear myself.
Oh yeah, and that I'm breaking out like I'm thirteen.
And my fresh nail polish keeps chipping every time I fix it.
Joy.
Prayers would be appreciated--even for such a little thing like this.
~r.
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