Tidbit Tuesday #36: Winner Announced!

There is no such thing as cold water in Houston. And let me tell you, brushing your teeth with luke warm water is like your nails on a chalkboard and my chewing on felt. Not that I’ve ever experienced what chewing on felt feels like… (I blame my 5-year-old self.) Oh Internet, sometimes I realize how crazy I must be to divulge so many ridiculous things to you. Don’t hate.

It’s every photog’s guilty pleasure.. Working too much. A lot of people ask me what I do all day that could possibly take a full 10 hours. Truth is, while Fresh Prince and Everybody Loves Raymond and Tyler Perry’s House of Payne play in the background, I am busy editing and blogging and editing and answering inquiries and editing and running off to client meetings and get this, editing. And I LOVE it. Hence, the pleasure part of “guilty pleasure”. The guilty component comes from the fact that Orchid Sally is on her way out due to neglect, my hallway is still 3/75th’s painted, and this shag rug needs an intense comb-through. I’m thinking of taking a couple days off to finally finish up our home so I can at least blog it. Because, really, we all know that’s what’s most important. ;)

So I’ve had this aching question on the brain for a while now. And maybe you can help me! If you fly over a state’s airspace, can you say you’ve been to that state? Or.. If you’ve set foot in Cincinnati’s airport Starbucks, have you been to Cincinnati? Because my repertoire of travels could stand to include the locations of my last 1,375 layovers.

Speaking of.. Does anyone else judge how safe their flight will be based on how debonaire the pilot’s voice is? Because ya’ll know I do! James Bond could captain my flight any day. Urkel? Not so much.

Props to brides and grooms who are so ridiculously chill that they don’t spazz out when the car I’m driving breaks down between the ceremony and reception! Mind you, it was my parents’ car, which was apparently waiting to die until dearest Alyse came home for a little drive. Props ALSO to brides and grooms who leave 2.5 hours between said ceremony and reception in order to capture formals, b&g portraits, AND to allow for their photographer’s car to mysteriously shut off while cruising down Rt. 28. I cannot say enough about how appreciative I am of solidly solid yet forgiving wedding day timelines! :)

Song of the week: Two Hands by Jars of Clay. Heck, how about every song by Jars of Clay. You know that one band that consistently comes out with amazing-ness after awesome-ness after fabulosity? Jars is that band.

Photog of the week: Megan Lange. A sweet friend, former classmate, and visual story-teller extraordinaire, Megan has always been a source of inspiration and encouragement. Most importantly, she knows her craft forward and backward, as both a journalist and an artist. Check her out *HERE* and *HERE*.

I know it’s Tuesday, but the weekend is already calling my name. On Saturday, Dylan and I get to celebrate with my whole extended family as my sweet and beautiful cousin Abbey marries her best friend Curt. I was so honored to photograph the very moment they got engaged, and now I’m beyond thrilled to document their day!

And now, what today is really about.. (Forgive my hands for making me out to be a little prairie schoolgirl and my entire humanity for making me out to be an idiot.)

Happy Tuesday and congratulations to Kris Milo! :)