Apparently, once you start really kicking out the portraits at the size needed to produce professional prints, at some point, your tiny laptop screams "I've had enough!" And than it throws a temper tantrum and decides to stop working. And than you want to throw it through the window much like a screaming, bratty child who just keeps pushing you.
I've never thrown either out a window. (pushing one through to unlock a door when you've locked yourself out does.not.count.)
Now that I am back up an running, I have been editing pics at lightning pace to catch up. I was fortunate enough to take a shit ton of portraits for my brother in law's family on Thanksgiving. It's something I have been trying to do since Amy and I got the studio up and running. It just never seemed to be a good time. And with terminal brain cancer and all, it's not like I've wanted to nag... So knowing that nearly everyone would be in the same place at the same time, I didn't ask, I just packed up the studio, brought it with me, set it up in the basement and announced that if anyone wanted to take this opportunity for a family portrait, I was ready and willing.
Than my amazing teenager and I drove up to Holly the next day to shoot a colleague and her huge family. Emerson volunteered to be my assistant when he found out the job paid $5.00 an hour. The Rie-Man heard the same news and said "Can you call g-ma and see if I just hang out there?"
Well - Emmo did such a fine job, Wendy's husband, Mike, handed him $20 bucks on our way out, stating "this is so your mom doesn't have to pay you - you're a great kid!". I was a proud mama. Until we got in the car and he stated "you're still going to pay me, right?? That way I will have earned 40 bucks!!!"
Tonight, I still have to edit a bunch of those pics, even though Ames took the bulk of them and has gotten them done. It's amazing how well we work together, and I'm glad my month sabbatical is over, I felt disconnected from this little, awesome, fun baby that we have created together. And I gotta give it to her, she kept it going and started making money on her own. With me back in the game, it's truly up to us how much business we do. We could push it and do a ton, but I think we are going to pace ourselves...
I feel good that I've actually earned my first financial contributions to the pot. So rewarding.
And than this, which was just weird:
Every once in a while, I pull out a book that essentially lets you read your horoscope by teaching you how to read *cards.* Sha-mom (Lulu's mom) taught me how to do it over 10 years ago. I don't write about it because it sounds crazy, and let's face it, I don't need any help in that department. AND it's so creepily accurate that most of the time I don't read it, on purpose.
(And it's not one of things that anyone can twist into being accurate - it just has this crazy true nature to it, I don't understand it. But I know longer question it - which is why I don't read it much. I mostly read OTHER people's lives.)
Last week, I was at the correctional facility talking to employees all day. One of the guards who opened an account totally hit on me, asking if I was single, etc. When men do this in front of other people, I ALWAYS say "actually, I'm seeing someone." It cuts out the awkwardness and any potential embarrassing moments of me being put on the spot. And for some reason, I just got a funny feeling about him, despite the fact that he was amazingly hot. (Although, perhaps that's just it - I distrust guys who are too good looking for their own good. Case in point: dh.)
When he handed me his completed application, I looked it over and offhandedly said "Oh, you're birthday is the day after my son's. That's funny...."
That night, when I couldn't sleep (and I COMPLETELY forgot I did this. FOR REAL, totally forgot. I had probably taken my ambien and was half asleep, because for some reason, I did NOT remember I did this until yesterday) I looked up his birthday, saw he was a club suit, moved on and curiously read my current cards. After some eerily accurate financial and work related stuff, near the end, it stated "in the near future, a younger jack of the opposite sex is going to confuse you. Use caution as you will find him interesting and mysterious but you will have a hard figuring him out."
Well guard boy was years older, so I didn't think much of it. Obviously, I forgot.
Fast forward to Sunday:
I am on a date:
After a few curious mishaps at work, I got to know a contact at a client of ours that I don't typically cover. I was covering for the TWO other bankers that have relationships with this company and it just so happened, I was the only person available. Like, I said, things went haywire and required more than one catch up with the contact - a HOT, YOUNG hipster type guy who incidentally likes photography as much as I do.
He took me to a scenic place where we took turns taking pictures, talking, walking and getting to know each other. And although I can honestly say things went very well - I definitely couldn't read whether or not he was attracted to me, or if this was a friend vibe I was getting, or what. Usually on a first date, if a guy is interested, I feel it right away. OR he is looking at me likes he wants to devour me and that's hard to hide.
So, whatevs, I was enjoying myself either way.
At some point, he tells me his birthday is March 27th. I stopped....wracked my brain....I couldn't place why I knew he MUST have told me that at some point in our prior conversations - because for some reason I knew I had a conversation with a man who had a birthday the day after Riley's. But I literally talk to hundreds of people a week. I truly thought he had told me at some point earlier, but I couldn't remember when. Hunh.
Than I opened the prison guard's account yesterday, typed in his birthday and all of the conversations, and the card readings, and weirdness hit me.
I was asked out by TWO guys within a week, both with the same birthday. What are the odds?
OH FUCK - Hot hipster/rocker boy is the younger *jack* that is going to confuse me. And I was confused - because I really don't think he's interested. Yet we made plans for more dates. Enter twilight zone music and furthering my resolve to NOT look into the future....
To make things even MORE weird - I leave hipster/rocker boy's office today, go to my old office, and who stops in??? (Not knowing I was going to be there, and he hasn't been seen in MONTHS) Mark, the guy I loved A LOT right before he jumped off the wagon and showed me first hand how painful it is to watch someone drown in alcoholism.
And HE hit on me in front of everyone. My gut reacted exactly as it used to. My hands started shaking, my heart started pounding. I flirted, did my best to keep it light, told him I'd see him around.
WHAT THE FUCK. This has been the weirdest 7 days ever....
I drove home, started writing.
Up is down, black is white. It's just one of those days.....