When I think long & hard about my passion for photos & life in general; I can trace

a lot of my passion & feelings to when I lost my dad. I learned a hard lesson when I was young that

those you love & adore can be gone anytime. Even though you think tragedy could never happen

to you, it can. Recently I had a bride write me an email and tell me that she had suddenly lost her

grandmother (shortly after her wedding) and that the picture I took of the two of them together has

given her much joy & peace. It’s the moments that matter, and it warms my heart & is a huge honor

for me to think that I have a small part to play in preserving those memories, those moments for you.

I look back at Rockwell’s newborn photos of me & his dad grinning from ear to ear at him & I hardly

remember him so small–but when I look at those photos, I am instantly taken back to that place in time,

those feelings, those smells, those days. Memories are amazing things.

I was watching this photo of California photographer Dane Sanders (who is fabulous!!) and the video

just hit home with me. I can see that him and I’s passion comes from the same place–the soul & the heart.

We love what we do because we know how powerful memories are. Check it out.

p.s. This is me & my dad when I was about 5. He passed away a long time ago--this weekend. I will be

thinking of him & treasuring precious memories. (he looks like hes napping  & I look cranky  

There I was. Feeling all special & proper & business”y”. I had a meeting in a few minutes

with some fabulous

Edmonton wedding planners, but had taken a second to stop by southgate mall and grab a lens that I had repaired from Mcbain camera. I was walking out of the mall like a woman on a mission. I had a meeting to get to ya’know.

Walking like a woman who gets things done, I was full steam ahead. Until my faithful Boot got caught on the carpet (between the outside & inside doors) and I FLEW (no exaggeration) thru the air, and landed no less then 12 feet from where I had started flying. On my knees & wrist. With my skirt over my face. With my  under-britches showing.

It was such an impressive & scary fall that 2 teenages came running over (trying not to look at my exposed under-britches) and yelled “oh my gosh are you okay”??

I screeched “NOOOO!!!!!!!!” I really wasn’t. I’m still not okay. I ache. My knees are skinned. My wrists are bent back and my cheeks are tear stained.

I could hardly breath and they kept asking over & over if I was okay. All I could do was repeat a curse word. Not the really bad curse word, but the medium bad curse word.

I was embarrassed. I was hurt. I was worried that i’d just re-broke the lens I had repaired….about 3 minutes before.

After a few minutes (like 10) I could stand the pain enough to get up and hobble outside & go to my meeting.

So happy weekend to all of you. I’m totally going to lay in bed with icepacks on my knees, wrists & pride and really really milk this. Im going to have Adam bringing me spaghetti in bed.

And lindors. I need it. My ego needs it.

I like to think that I am somewhat green. you know, as in all environmental and what not. And no, not because its trendy.

Ok fine, totally because its trendy.

This dream house that we are building (I drew up my dream plans & we hired an architect to turn them

 into real plans & im LOVING the plans!), is so environmentally

friendly you wouldn’t believe it. Its off the grid. As in solar panels & wind power baby. Yes you read right,

 im forward thinking.

So sometimes I pat myself on the back with my hippie ways.

Yesterday early evening I had a million errands to run. Well fine, not quite a million, but darn close.

Anyways, as I was leaving our house and just one road over, I noticed in the middle of the road, what looked like

rockwell’s insulated (and fairly pricey–at least in the world of sippy cups) sippy cup lying in the middle of the road.

 Our vehicle had straddled it. I eerched to a stop (whilst looking in my rearview mirror for safety of course…err right…)

 turned around (picture inching forward, then back, then forward, then back until I had maneuvered the full 180 degrees

 like a 14 year old student drive) and drove back.

It was a used Tim Hortons cup. I just growled. I wanted to save the day. Be super mom. Find my son’s random cup

 in the middle of a random street using my keen mother intuition. I was nothing more then a scavenger.

I put that puppy in reverse (then forward, then reverse, then forward) until I had inched my way back around

180 degrees and I sped off.

Not a single thought of the little that I left behind. Not a single thought. Did not even cross my mind to pick it up.

I may as well crank my furnace, put all my light bulbs back to the bad kind, find the biggest SUV I can find & do 40 loads of laundry.

I am so ashamed.

This week ive managed to:

-Wear my lulus out backwards & inside out. These are the lulu’s with the runner’s slit in the back (over the calf).

You can imagine how awesome that looked with my knees being featured up front in the slits.
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- Leave my blowdryer on, on my bed (how??) and consequently melt the blowdryer to the blanket, thus resulting

in a mixture of 2 huge burnt holes & 1 melted nozzled blowdryer. Good thing I peeked in there again before I headed

out for the day (no smell radelle? No ears radelle? really??)
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- Tried to phone Telus & dialed wrong and phoned a sex line. I was greeted with “hi there sexy fella”. I swalled hard, squeeked

“hi” and then hung up so fast im sure the slam of the phone was ringing in her ear. Oooops. Then I went and washed my hands.

I just felt that I needed to.
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I seriously think we should all take a moment and summon God to bring my back my brain.

If even He can find it.

And now to copycat Kari’s post. 5 Random things about myself.

1. If I stop my vehicle and then wipers stop half way up, I have to redo it. I cannot leave them like that. It makes me go crazy.

They must be down, returned to their proper resting position.
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2. Before I got pregnant with rockwell, I would put a pillow in my shirt and walk around the office as though I was pregnant.

Sometimes I would even pretend people are asking me about the baby, and play out the whole scenario in my mind.
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3. I love romantic comedies. They just make me feel warm and fuzzy.

But, I cant stand how drew barrymore and kiera knightly move their mouths, liv tylers man voice, or how much

hugh grant blinks. Im just sayin’.
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4. As I kid i pierced and re pieced my ears no less than 10 times without ever freezing them. I just pushed the earring through!

they are now scarred (nice work radelle). Have a close look on your wedding day, I won’t mind.
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5. I don’t like cats.  I respect my cats because they hunt, but I really don’t “like” cats. Mostly because they put a weird taste

in my mouth when they are around…(allergy? imagination? we are not sure.), but also because they always look at me like

they are expecting something and I am the daft that just doesn’t ‘get it’.
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p.s. THIS is totally making me laugh today. In case you are wondering, this is how we get so super energetic before a wedding.

See? Easy peasy.

Photo Credit: Kari (www.eternalreflectionsphoto.c0m)