tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31071462011-12-21T21:36:25.561-05:00Ten Years of BloggingChunky Photojournalist Barbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11646004753295087957noreply@blogger.comBlogger11231100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107146.post-61676026601008778922011-12-21T21:07:00.005-05:002011-12-21T21:36:25.567-05:00

1.) The Hobbit TrailerJoel: Wow, Tolkien really knew where that story was going.Me: Um, yeah?Joel: I mean, I saw a lot of things that I know from "Lord of the Rings."ME: That's the nature of a prequel?2.) Purim costumesJoel: Wait, that guy's name tag said, "Mordechai!"Me: Yeah, he's kind of a main character in the story? Joel: Why are those guys dressed up as astronauts?Me: You can be whatever

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I have this... quirk. Shocking, I know, even more shocking than my randomly updating this blog that I've let languish for a full six months. :)Sometimes, when I'm very tired, or sad, or want desperately to stop working, I will say, out loud, "I want to go home." I may in fact be home when I say it. Since I work from home, it's quite likely. I might even say it while sitting on my own couch. It

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I'm changing a lot of things up in my life and in my business. It's hard. I am way outside my comfort zone. Ultimately, these changes, I fully believe, will make me more profitable and less stressed. Six months from now I will look back on this time and say, "Wow. That was hard but I'm soooo happy I did these things." But being a better businesswoman- not someone who is a pushover, with true

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Photos of my parents' new puppy Maddie in her first few moments at home!

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Here is a slideshow of Easter Sunday, starring the neighbors' new pup. Photos of my parents' puppy coming soon!

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Number of times I've seen/photographed "The Secret Garden" in the past three weeks? 16Number of times the scene where Colin gets out of his wheelchair and walks again has made me cry? 16Number of performances/dress rehearsals left: 4Number of times I expect to weep behind my camera body: 4It's not that just that the children are so earnest and committed, although they are, which tends to make me

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One of my High School Friends-Turned-Client-Brides (seriously, you guys should start a softball team or make t-shirts or something) asked me recently when "summer" for wedding photographers is, because it's certainly not during the actual summer. The truth is, I don't know, because I spend whatever down time (or you know, down-ish time) I have panicking. This week has been Editing Week, where

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Okay, this is too funny not to share, even though I am totally supposed to be figuring out how I owe the government for the privilege of having been self-employed this past year. Gulp! This is a pro gay marriage song by the awesome comedy music duo Garfunkel and Oates, mocking Pat Robertson for his statements worrying that people protected by hate crime legislation would seek legalized same-sex

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That is all... carry on!

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Hi. How are you? I am fine.You are everywhere today. It started at my breakfast meeting. One of the people in my networking group just lost a loved one, and everyone is signing up to bring their family dinner. It got a little keystone cops with everyone trying to reinvent the wheel when in fact a dinner-bringing schedule was already set up. I made a suggestion that no one else thought of because-

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Greetings from Captain Overreaction! You know that line where being a passionate person becomes being a pain in the ass? Oh, yes, I am back here again. I need to kick it 80s style and take a chill pill. Fly below the radar, Ang. Fly below the radar.

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While we were in Vegas, Alissa asked me if I like nature photography. It was such a simple question, but I was hard-pressed to pick a favorite kind of shooting. I started to say, It's like asking me to pick my favorite flavor of ice cream" but I only got as far as "It's like asking me to pick..." when she filled in with, "...a favorite child?" That's more like it.Anyway, I can't pick a favorite.

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Does anyone else find slot machines kinda of confusing and dumbfounding? Yes, I know the screen tells you if you won or lost, but what's the deal with all the lines? And how come the symbols don't always line up? You don't have to answer that. Honestly, what I know about slot machines I probably learned from the bonus round of Super Mario Brothers 3 (three cherries in a row means more lives!) and

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Shooting sunrise at the south rim of the Grand Canyon this morning gave me a rare case of "Amateur Rage." I usually don't mind the crowd of amateurs at gorgeous places. I used to be one, and hey- no one's paying me to be here today. I'm not on anybody's clock but my own. Usually I feel like photography is this amazing thing that anyone can do at any commitment level and the joy of making an image

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I am biding my time in JFK Airport for my flight to Las Vegas in an hour for Fun Girl Weekend in Las Vegas. As I approached the ticket window to check my bag and get my boarding pass, it looked like a long line had formed. I groaned a little to myself by realized that I couldn't actually get in line, because there was one of those strappy belt thingies cordoning off the line... wth? Trust me," a

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I am almost 31 years old and I had cavities filled for the first time in my life today. I've always been the gold star tooth patient, except for that one time in Miami when I went to the stupid Holistic Dentist and got him to sand down the small black spot on my tooth that wasn't a cavity but hurt when I ate or drank hot, cold and/or sweet things.I didn't have any cavities for my whole life, and

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So it's high school musical/dance theater season, which means I'm covering a lot of dress rehearsals and preview performances and what not. Forgive me while I wax poetic for a second, and then I'll get to my question. One of the things that I personally find fascinating is the universality of American experience, particularly in terms of high school, teenage years, coming-of-age rituals, etc.

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Right now I'm spending a truly depressing amount of time retouching and editing. Seriously, I had an editing marathon from last Friday morning until Sunday night. Today I got a bit of a break for a doctor's appointment and a freelance assignment. Woot. (A break from work to do... a different kind of work!) Arg.Anyway, my dog is my constant companion. She mostly sleeps beside me and truth be told

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You know how life seems to have a tempo to it sometimes, that cycle of ups and downs? And you have those times when you're growing and getting stronger and learning life lessons and sorting out your shit and ultimately this is a good thing that we all must do in order to live and do and be and grow, but then you just get tired of working on yourself? Yup. That's where I'm at. So I don't mean to

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Everything kinda sucks right now. Thanks for checking in. Be back soon!

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I was shooting video at a high school basketball game the other night, when I heard a squeal from the stands and someone calling my name. I glanced over in the general direction and thought, "Nah, that can't mean me" before sliding my gaze back to the action on the court. That's when I got hit- with a whoosh of hair gel and a swish of long hair, lip gloss and gum- with a hug. One of the maids of

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Fred? Is a punk ass. He somehow lost his collar when I was in India. No one has seen it. A few nights after I got back, when I was still jet-lagged and sick and reeling from reverse culture shock and spending four consecutive days holed up in the Harrytown Tusic Mall shooting "Bye Bye Birdie" as performed by ten-year-olds, my lazy cat turned busted out some kung fu moves, the likes of which I

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Happy Hanukkah everybody, you know, from your friends Chunky Photojournalist Barbie and Joel who are not really Jews... just kinda of Jew-ish. Get it? Get it? Or Jew-esque. ;) We went down to Queens tonight for AMAZING latkes made from scratch. My mother-in-law has casually mentioned in the past that she really worked hard learning how to cook all the traditional holiday foods and things when she

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"A Year Ago" says the subject line of the email in my inbox. "A Year ago" writes Kevin, musing about meeting Brad in the ER and watching the Eagles take on the Redskins. He emails us now as Donovan McNabb takes the field in a maroon jersey. Huh.It was a year ago that we went to see Brad down at the University of Pennsylvania the day after Thanksgiving, a year ago when I walked into his room in

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Hey. Remember this post where aallllll the way down at the end of the entry I talked about going to the Sufi temple for the musical gathering that takes every Thursday evening before the Muslim holy day? (Sufism is the mystical form of Islam where music is seen as a way to worship and connect with God on a personal, almost sensual level. Al-Qaeda and the Taliban hate these people. A lot. ) Here

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Here are my photos from the Taj Mahal and nearby Agra Fort... There's so much catching up to be done in so many places, so I'm pretty much camping on the couch until Joel and I leave for Lancaster for Thanksgiving Wednesday night. My body has been telling me in more ways than one that I MUST TAKE CARE OF MYSELF. So we're catchin' up here, on just about everything. Have some pretty pictures of

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Two and half years ago, Joel and I set a wedding date, put down a deposit and felt all self-congratulatory at our planning prowess until..... (cue Psycho shower scene music) I realized that College Roommate Jo couldn't be there because she'd still be finishing her semester in grad school. So we cried and fought and scrambled and cried and tried to get another couple to switch dates and then- ding

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India is a constant paradox. I'm still trying to understand a lot of what I saw, photographed and experienced. I'm also swamped with deadlines and all the mundane necessities that go into running the business. Thanks for your patience. Mwah!

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Quick update: I'm home from India, and I'm sick. Boo. I was keeping illness at bay successfully the entire time I was away, and I was doing really well until the final flight from Heathrow to Newark. I have a cold, no big deal, but then I was stuffed up on a plane and my sinuses are not happy about all that. I'm happy to be home, though it feels surreal to be back where everything is the same.

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So yeah, I did a guided "matching t-shirts and name tags" tour of New Zealand and Australia after ninth grade with a school ground. Then, I spent my Isaac's earnings on a smaller school trip to Spain that allowed us a little bit more freedom after tenth grade, supplemented with a cash infusion of spending money from grandparents and emergency "travel money" from my mom and dad. I won a

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Travel Theories: Part One of TwoOkay, so I've been really, really lucky to get to travel around the world as much as I have. For those of you who haven't known me forever (I'm lookin' at you, sisterfriends who went topless on a beach in Barcelona with me, and sisterfriend who, perhaps wisely, did not ;) I first ventured abroad in 1994 with the People to People Student Ambassador program on a

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...and then I head back to Dehli for the wedding marathon. These past few days have been fascinating, with an 18-hour train trip and striking out on my own. If I were to write a memoir about the experience, we could call it "Shoot, Sweat, Poop," (instead of Eat Pray Love) but truth be told, it feels a bit isolating at the end of the end when I crash, shower and edit photos. Mind-blowing but

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I'm in Varanasi, also known as Benares or Kashi, the oldest and holiest city in India. It's been continually occupied for more than 3,500 years, making it "the oldest living city in the world" depending on who you ask. Ironically, the oldest living city is also a place where people come to die. If you die here, you have the best possible chance of skipping the cycle of reincarnation and achieving

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India makes you think about things differently. I did a lot of reading before I came- blogs, travel guides, native accounts, emails from Hema. "India can feel like an assault on your five senses. It can indeed try your patience," said National Geographic. Yes. It does. It's overwhelming. Hema warned me about that. "You know, I grew up in a home where everyone is in and out of your room, up and

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So Gwen's comment below about how many dogs I would adopt if I were able means that I really have to tell you this little anecdote in which I kind of... embarrass and endear myself simultaneously. Right, okay. Day Two was the day of Sandeep and Sumya's engagement party. They've opted for an arranged marriage, which mostly means that they were set up by a matchmaker and then took the decision into

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Note: We're on a two-to-three day delay here. I have Wi-Fi at the moment because I'm in a hotel in Agra, which is where the Taj Mahal is. Here's an entry I wrote back on October 29th/30th, depending on if we're referring to the hemisphere I'm in or the one that most of the rest of you are in.Hi! Guess what? I'm in India. I know I mentioned this on Facebook, but I never got around to talking about

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My Nanny, best favorite wonderful grandmother, had a stroke. I'm back in my hometown, sitting with her in the hospital while my parents are at work. She used to take care of me when I was little and had to stay home sick from school while my parents were at work, so it only seems fair. Her CT scans look good, but she's 92, so it's complicated. She has a common infection, which is responding to

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So after getting sucked into a Vortex of Grumpiness last weekend, I decided to drive to PA for an impromptu trip to Andrea's. She's a work-at-home mom, so having a random Sunday night sleepover (complete with 80s candy and ridiculous Tiger Beat and Bop! "magazines") isn't out of the question. I got to meet her new baby- finally! yay!- and made myself oh-so-popular with Lucy, now 3, with a set of

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I had one day. One Saturday this fall without a wedding. One weekend day to spend with friends. That day? Was today.I started trying to coordinate a thing- a Something Fun- weeks ago. We kicked around dates and juggled schedules. I turned down work, not once, not twice, but THREE times. I had plans! Plans with friends! FRIENDS...GOOD... I said to Joel, imitating Frankenstein. "Sorry, no

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Right after we got back from Canada, Kristen and my mom and dad came for a visit. I really wanted to take Kayla and Aiden to the community pool where Joel and I are... well, not members, but rather... taxpayers eligible to pay a daily guest rate? Yeah, that describes it. I am so proud of Aiden's swimming skills! He wasn't thrilled about putting his head under water when we were at the beach in

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I nearly lose my mind trying to finish working before vacation! Joel wipes out in a kayak! A semi-employed actor runs around in a cartoon caribou costume. What's not to love? Enjoy.Oh, and the screen shot here makes me look like I'm disgusted by poutine. I'm not! I love it! YouTube now has an option where you can choose a different screen shot, but it takes six hours to take effect. So you might

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Anyway, I keep trying, in stops and starts, to write about our vacation. I think the most significant thing was the way that I fell head over heels in love with the cabin at first site. At the risk of plagarizing Tom Hanks' character in "Sleepless in Seattle," it was like coming home, but not to a home I'd ever been to before, which is exactly what falling in love with Joel felt like.Spending

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Um... I sort of forgot to tell people that I'm on vacation in Quebec! Obviously, this is a much needed break given my last entry. :) Thanks for the supportive emails, comments and phone calls. :)I shot a wedding this past weekend in Massachusetts (where I didn't have to be mean to anyone, for anything, at all, and everyone was cooperative! woot!), and then Joel and I drove the rest of the way

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I am feeling so very, very human right now. I am coping with a lot. Joel and I have a former student of his (who graduated three years ago) living with us for the past seven weeks. We are, in essence, the only thing between him and homelessness. We are working really hard to get him help, and I feel helpless in a lot of ways. I don't like feeling helpless. I like feeling helpful. Helplessness is

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I need a polite way to say, "I'm sorry it's taken me four days to respond to your request for additional edits because you are an annoying pain in the ass with too much time on your hands and may I take this opportunity to remind you that this is a personal keepsake from a DISNEY FOR KINDERGARTENERS PLAY we're designing here NOT LAYING OUT THE GUTENBURG BIBLE and I have spent MORE TIME trying to

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Last month Shannon and Alissa threw Gwen an awesome pre-nuptial party at Shannon's house in DC. It was an absolute blast, featuring water balloon fights, tug of war, hula hooping, old school relays and seriously good food. You can see all of the photos here. This past weekend, Gwen had a shower in our hometown, which I could not attend since we had plans over the Fourth for the annual

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New Viewer's Guide to This Entry: I had a friend who was like a big brother to me since I was five. His mom is my mom's best friend. We celebrate every holiday together and vacation together every year at Rehoboth Beach, Delaware every year. His name was Brad. He had muscular dystrophy. He died in December. I got to be there to help him pass, bringing him slushies and providing a lot of his care.

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I sound like a broken record, but I have a lot of things going on in my life, which- while not bad persay- are decidedly unbloggable. As an observer of human life and behavior, working in the wedding industry is a never-ending source comic bloggy goodness. My brides and grooms are almost uniformly awesome and THEY would probably greatly enjoy my take on, say, the high noon standoff at OK Corral

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One of my semi-regular gigs this summer is with a children's theater. Essentially, I got kidnapped by seven productions of Aladdin, Jr. and Peter Pan as performed by 6-year-olds, which is actually all incredibly cute. I've emerged from the Marrytown Husic Mall with my sanity intact. Mostly. I could perform "A Whole New World" for you, complete with the basic choreography, in my sleep. So, um, yay

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I wrote this entry on Monday evening of this week. Then I decided not to post it, because I thought that perhaps Joel's burnout at work this year and our subsequent fight about him possibly not wanting to have children anymore should be classified as "not bloggable."What else? Oh, my. Yes. I have baby fever. Since my 31st birthday, it's like my ovaries have realized that they're over halfway

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There is a terrific summer thunderstorm crashing its way here. I love thunderstorms. Bring it, storm. But, um, don't knock out the power until I see who wins the first episode of Top Chef, please. KTHXBAI

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If one more person is rude to me, and I mean just one more, I can not be held accountable for my actions. I used to have this semi-monthly feature here called Jackass of the Month. People have been asking me why I've stopped blogging here (hi Jesse! Thanks for delurking; you're nice!) and the honest-to-god reason is that there are sooooooo many, many people who would qualify for Jackass of the

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Long time readers (and our wedding guests) know that Joel's brother Brian passed away when he was 15. Joel was 18. If we're friends, you also know that Joel's family believes that Brian hangs around a lot and/or sends messages from.... Heaven? The Other Side? The Afterlife? Whatever you believe, I guess. He makes his presence known through things like perfectly timed songs on the radio. He also

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Joel and I are punchy. We have given everyone in the house new names. Guess who is who.1.) Stinky McHotDog Burp2.) Weirdo von Snfifenhausen (insert your own umlaut somewhere)3.) Trippy McHazzardkat4.) Waggy O'Winkybutt5.) Grievy MacGonnaYellPunchy. Punchy. PuncheeeeeeeeeeeeeeP.S. Seriously, Joel's mom was *one click* away from getting a floral delivery card signed by Stinky McHotDog Burp. It

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Something happened that is not my news to share, but it is so surreal and awful and I don't really know what to do. I am going to do the only things that I can: listen, be present, be one of the first to show up and among the last to leave. I'm trying to gather resources, tucking away nuggets of wisdom and faith, and bookmarking links to places that might serve as a refuge for people who might

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If you're here looking for the sneak peek from Travis and Emily's wedding weekend, they're posted over here on my professional blog. Still, the silly mustache shot is one of my favorites so I'm putting it here, too. Thanks for being so awesome about the mustaches. I will try to email the funniest ones out to all of you who were good sports about that. At one point during the reception, I said to

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So, one month on my own, and so far so good. I've landed a pretty steady freelance gig with Patch.com, AOL's venture into local news, working in the exact same geographic territory on the exact same kinds of assignments with some of the exact same reporters who got laid off or left my old newspaper. It's been a pretty seamless transition, except now I'm using my Canon 5D Mark II to shoot video,

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When I was 13, I saw the national tour of the musical "Les Miserables" in Philadelphia and fell so completely in love with the score that I got the original cast recordings and listened to them over and over again. Eventually, I would switch my allegiance to "Phantom of the Opera," but really- nothing would have made me happier than having a chandelier crash into the middle of the French

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Time is just FLYING over here. I'm sorry I haven't updated much; I have been crazy busy since leaving the paper. I really didn't expect things to pick up this much this fast, but I am most definitely not complaining. :) Plus, the sun has been shining, and Joel and I are spending a lot of time outside... WORKING ON THE LAWN. I know! Who are we? Truth be told, it sounds hopelessly suburban of us,

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As of today, I have only one job. I've worked hard for this moment, so I can be fully equipped and prepared and in charge of my own destiny. As my sister said in her maid of honor toast, "Believing in Angie is a powerful thing."

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Giving the blog a new look! I should go to bed...

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Oh, good God. For quite some time now, I've been looking for the perfect pappadum crackers. These are the crispy, spicy crackers you get at Indian restaurants. I've been to three different Indian groceries, but for some reason all the pappadum varieties are the wrong texture. It's been making me nuts AND I've been craving them like crazy. All the Indian restaurants around here serve them for free

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April 15th is my last day, with potential to freelance....

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I can't put my finger on it, but something feels.. not quite right, tonight. I'm sitting quietly in the living room listening to to the freezing rain land on the panes of the bay window, my own fingertips lightly tap, tap, tapping the laptop. Something feels off. My spidey sense is tingling.I really, really hope my sister is okay. I hope you are all okay. I'd like a wave of deep, abiding calm,

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Eric and Tanii's second baby born is here! Joel and I went over on Saturday night to hang out. I brought a casserole and my camera and converted the kitchen to a mini-studio. Because that's what all aunties do, isn't it? ;) I only wish that his big brother had been there, too, but Baelin is getting over a nasty cold, and Gray is about 72 hours old in these photos. This little guy looks so much

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Dear 14-Year-Old-Snowboarding Instructor,Okay, so yeah... we're the jackasses who are watching the Olympics every night and decided to take a snowboarding lesson. Well, my husband over there's a teacher and the schools are out all this week, which you probably know, because... well, sorry, you don't look a day over 16, but maybe that's the braces. My best friend got braces when she turned 30, I'm

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As Operation: Leap of Faith continues to move forward into reality, I'm rethinking my decision to have just one blog. I love Idiosyncratic Life, and if you are a client bride, co-worker lurker, etc., you're welcome to stick around and read all you like. But I'm still censoring myself here, thinking about people who might click over from Milestone Images for professional purposes only and

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It's 2:43 a.m. I should 1.) edit this video package about an international custody battle 2.) work on Heather and Dan's wedding photos 3.) change the channel or 4.) go to bed.But my cat Ollie is cuddling with me. I can't get up or find the remote without disturbing him. So I sit here, with a cat purring like a motorboat and tucking his head upside down in the palm of my hand when I stroke his

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Joel and I drove down to PA for Kayla's first birthday party on Saturday. Oh, this little girl has captured my heart. You know, I sometimes hear young parents worry about whether or not they will love their second child as much as their first. Invariably, after child #2 arrives, they find their fears unfounded.Between Kayla and Aiden (helping blow out the candle partly for the excitement of it,

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I just realized that Danielle Fishel is commentating for "The Dish," a snarky, late night entertainment gossip show like "The Soup" or Chelsea Lately. Did you ever watch Boy Meets World? (Liss... what was our deal with that show? Did you/I/we watch a bunch of re-run marathons or something? Isn't that why your blog is named what it is? )Between Topanga doing late night and Mario Lopez a.k.a. AC

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I am on the verge of making a huge leap of faith. I've made big leaps of faith before, and it's always been okay. I have A Plan, and a Backup Plan, and Date Upon Which I Will Make A Decision and yet... I'm still really scared, like "pace around the kitchen flailing my arms around in the air" scared. Share with me in the comments. What has been your biggest leap of faith, especially

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I thought this movie was HILARIOUS when I was 11. Apparently, I was lame.

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Okay, this freaking cracks me up every time I watch it. Just a warning, it may not be appropriate to show in the workplace. It's DEFINITELY not appropriate to LISTEN to in the workplace, so turn your volume way down. Since it's the weekend and most of us aren't working, enjoy! (Parents, this might generate awkward questions for kids, so if Gaby and Melanie are hanging around while you guys read

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BUT FIRST, an explanation, a confession, and an apology. As we roll into 2010, Idiosyncratic Life is in its ninth year of blogdom. NINE YEARS. Yowza. I've been writing here a long time. Except, well, I've kind of been NOT writing here, as of late. A bunch of things happened in 2009 that were kind of unbloggable. A lot of it had to do with my job and the company I work for, and well, it was

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The New Years' meme.1. What did you do in 2009 that you’d never done before? Bought a house. 2. Did you keep your new year’s resolutions, and will you make more for next year?This question doesn't...really apply to me. 3. Did anyone close to you give birth?Yes! Kristen. And H. 4. Did anyone close to you die?Well, yes. Brad. 5. What countries did you visit?I didn't visit any foreign countries,

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On Sunday, I got to shoot Heather and Dan's wedding at the Round Hill House in Washingtonville. This was the first wedding I've ever been to where lots of my old high school besties and Joel's and my contemporary New York friends combined for one awesome party.Their wedding announcement actually made the New York Times, which was so exciting.Why, yes, that is the bride in her veil and hiking

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We're looking after Gunner, my parents' silly, slobbery black lab for a few days while my mom and dad visit my sister in Boston. This dog... first of all, I should say that Gunner is all boy. He is a Man's Dog. He hunts with my dad. He isn't bathed all that often, though Bella is bathed once a month, which is decidedly more frequent than most dogs. He's such a sweetie, though. He's getting along

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Here's the thing about growing up in a small town. Everyone knows everyone, and bad news travels fast. About 350 people came to Brad's life celebration reception Thursday night. Every scout leader, teacher, coach, playdate host, neighbor and pool mom from our childhood showed up to offer their condolences and remembrances. As such, I had the incredibly bizarre experience of seeing every adult,

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We said goodbye to Brad last night. Everything was on his terms, and in his time. There was no pain and no struggle. He took care of us as much as we took care of him, and it was my privilege to be encircled in the love that was in the room last night.There is so much to say about my brother from another mother, but his story is not mine to tell. I am going to be on hiatus here for a while. I am

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If you need me, if you've noticed that my phone isn't stapled to my ear 24/7, if it takes me two or three days to reply to an email instead of one, please be patient. I am all over the reprint orders, album designs, and special requests for each and every person. I've got all my bases covered, dudes. Not to worry. ;)That said, if you don't know, there are two people in my family (or friend+family

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OMG, this made my whole day. It's only 9:55 a.m. but I assure you, my day is made. Owl in a box! I keep giggling out loud to myself, thinking about one of the pictures where you can only see the owl's eye from inside the box. Go! Clicky! Have your day made, too.God, I love the internet.

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Last weekend, I got to do a mini-session here with sweet baby Jack and his mom and dad who wanted to get some nice photos for their holiday card. Jennifer really wanted to capture the autumn colors and shoot in Central Park. I was totally psyched about this until we realized that it was Marathon Sunday in New York. And the finish line is in Central Park. And Bethesda Terrace, where we wanted to

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Just spotted on our deck: homeless mama cat with two 12-week-old adorable kittens. It's probably Scooter's mom and littermates. And you know when the first killing frost is due? Any minute now.Added to the To Do List:Let Bella out in front yard only so as not to emotionally scar kittens with "KittyKittyKitty! I see a kitty! Two kitties! HERE KITTEH I WUV U!" Dance of Happy Happy FIV testingFind

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So, I was Luna Lovegood for Halloween. Luna Lovegood is a secondary character in the Harry Potter books and movies, though she becomes increasingly important as the series comes to a close. All night long, everyone kept calling me Hermione. Hermione would NEVER deviate from the approved Hogwarts dress code by adding Spectrespecs. ;)Joel is, of course, Harry Potter, mostly because it was an

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Yeah, okay, I know those are lyrics from a Christmas carol, but I don't care. I LOVE Halloween. My dad is here tonight, on his way to Boston to drop off some some of my grandmother's furniture at my sister's. Halloween is our big holiday. I'm so glad he was here to carve jack '0 lanterns.He's more of a traditionalist...while I worked on a 3-D bat diorama using this metal cut-out thing. Why, yes,

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Olliez in ur box, movin' to ur new house.OMG, where have I been?!?! What happened?Yes. Hi! I have a blog, which I never, ever update anymore. At least not with, you know, words. I have so much to tell you, and yes, I have pictures of the house. My house. Well, our house. I am a homeowner! I own a home. In 359 more payments anyway.See, here's the thing. You know how I had this huge influx of

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Emma's mom and dad have been so awesomely patient for the past couple of weeks waiting to see these! I'm uploading the full set to their password-protected proofing gallery RIGHT NOW, but I didn't want them to wait a minute together for at least a sneak peek. This girl is a charmer. She's just learned to walk officially, and she is FAST! I had so much fun with this one. The curls! My goodness,

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We are all moved in and in the process of unpacking, getting our security deposit back, changing over our services, etc. I should have proper Internet access again as of tomorrow morning. I'm playing catch up here but will be back on the ball shortly. Thanks for your patience!

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This past weekend I photographed an awesome summer camp theme wedding for Jen and Ken in New Hampshire! They got married at a YMCA camp where Jenny was a camper and eventually an arts and crafts instructor. A lot of the guests- me included!- stayed in cabins, had campfires every night and pulled together the Ultimate Do-It- Yourself wedding. All the details you see here from the cake to the

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This post is inspired by Gwen's latest entry. Someone in her old writing group posed a creative writing prompt: "Tell me about a school lunch you had once. ... Don't forget the details. Write for fifteen minutes."I'm feeling inspired by Gwen's really awesome entry, which offers up this line: "Did some fairy-godmother lunch lady decide that a bunch of eight-year-olds needed freshly grated

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I feel like we need a little levity after that last post, don't you? Gwen sent me this link to awesomely bad engagement photos. Hee! I haven't laughed that hard since I saw this a few months ago.

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My grandmother died. Not Nanny, my mother's mother. She suffered from Alzheimer's-related dementia, and she was so, so sick. We weren't close, even before the disease robbed her of her own sense of self. I always struggled, ever since I was a very little girl, to strike just the right note in our relationship. If I laughed and played, I was too loud. (To be fair, I am frequently too loud for a

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