Friday, September 30, 2011

Can I take ya, take ya higher



Don't mind me. I'm just listening to Angus and Julia Stone and swooning over Angus's squeaky/raspy voice. (is squeaky the proper musical term? erm probably not but listen to the song and you'll get what I mean)

Tomorrow is October 1. And October to me is WEDDING MONTH. It's insanity.

Oct 1: Bachelorette Party for Wedding 1
Oct 7: Bridal Shower for Wedding 2
Oct 8: Reception for Wedding 2
Oct 13: Rehearsal Dinner for Wedding 1
Oct 14: Wedding 1 + Reception + Bridesmaid duties
Oct 28: Wedding 3

Does someone else want to get married? Cause that one weekend without wedding-related festivities is feeling really left out.

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Today.

Today was hard.

I had to present a project idea to my teacher as well as 20 of my classmates. I knew it wasn't the greatest idea but I tried to put a brave face on.

It was a group critique, and so my idea was critiqued. For a very long time. Many things I had done wrong were pointed out. A lot of the criticism was merited, I will be the first to admit it. But that doesn't mean it's easy to stand in front of a group and take the criticism with a smile on my face.

I didn't want to get emotional. And I tried my hardest to hold it in while the rest of my classmates presented their sketches and ideas. I don't know about anyone else, but holding in emotion seems to make it worse for me.

Finally the review was over and I left class for a bit to sit on a balcony and regroup. I cried a bit and felt kind of stupid for doing so, but once the emotion came out, I was able to think more rationally and move on.

I kind of debated actually blogging about this, and I'm certainly not blogging so that someone would feel sorry for me. I just want to be honest on here - life's not rosy all the time.

My education has it's challenges and I want to remember how I grew from those challenges. I'm not sure if I've grown from this yet, but maybe just maybe my skin got a little thicker today. And maybe just maybe I'll read this in 10 years and see how this prepared me for some other situation in my life, whether it be a meeting with a client where I have to face much stiffer criticism, or a situation where someone has a similar experience and I'm able to comfort them with more genuine compassion.

I don't know, but God does. I just have to trust that he has a plan in all of this.


[This picture is pretty random, yes. But I haven't shared many of my Holga Pinhole pictures yet, so here one is!]

Monday, September 19, 2011

I.O.U.



My cameras are FULL of pictures and videos right now, due mostly to school projects. Like, we're talking over 1000 images in one month. I have more than I can handle and weeding through them is not so fun.

However, it puts a smile on face to see all the hints of Jason in those pictures, whether it be sticking his hand into the shot so my camera will focus, sitting on the grass playing his guitar for a shoot, or testing out a party blower for me at the kitchen table.

I'm reminded that he stopped watching during the last four minutes of a football game to help me, that he moved paper clouds a quarter of an inch at a time for 2 hours, that he took a picture each time I said "go" as I sat underneath the camera flipping pages of a book, that he has played his guitar and skateboarded for my videos which lose some of their fun when I'm being particular (me:"can you tilt your guitar down just a little bit? there's a big glare" him:"it's shiny, there's nothing you can do about that!"), that he has bitten his tongue and let me be the art directer, but that he also has humbly submitted suggestions that have made the shots better, that he threw paint at a piece of paper with me on the morning of a day with two big tests.... I could keep going!

That boy honestly puts up with so much. I fail him as a wife the minute I stop appreciating him and all he does for me.



Thank you, dear husband of mine. You mean the world to me.

Thursday, September 8, 2011

Lamesauce

Blogging and going to school haven't been mixing so well for me lately. I have the best intentions but I don't follow through. Which all adds up to a big helping of lamesauce.

And here I am blogging about bathroom humor. I guess that's what happen when you marry a boy. Thankfully my boy is funny and keeps each day entertaining. He's been on this kick of making up silly songs on the spot for me, guitar and all. What more does a girl need, right?

Anyway, back to the bathroom humor story.

We were sitting in the living room together on Saturday and Jason announces he's going to the bathroom for "a while." This is enough to know I should leave him alone while he does his business.
A minute or two later, I receive a text. I look and see - Jason had forwarded a Chick Fil-A coupon.
And then it hits me. I text back: "Did you just send this from the pot?"
Jason replies: "Yes. Just did again."

What a ridiculous and pretentious and wonderful man.