tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44582199661822518562024-03-05T11:26:25.559-08:00Organized ChaosOrganized Chaoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08389713306887943492noreply@blogger.comBlogger113125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4458219966182251856.post-2571392942966654602010-09-07T17:51:00.000-07:002010-09-07T17:53:38.915-07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">I am so excited that I have moved to a new blog. I wanted to make a move so that it would be easier for me to upload pictures and make them look spectacular so that is what I did! I love it...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><a href="http://www.foreveroctoberphotography.com/blog"><span style="font-size:130%;">http://www.foreveroctoberphotography.com/blog</span></a></div>Organized Chaoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08389713306887943492noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4458219966182251856.post-30943981896768493002010-08-30T06:17:00.000-07:002010-08-30T06:29:41.474-07:00<a href="http://i925.photobucket.com/albums/ad100/dan74iel/_DSC2588.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 532px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i925.photobucket.com/albums/ad100/dan74iel/_DSC2588.jpg" /></a><a href="http://i925.photobucket.com/albums/ad100/dan74iel/_DSC2484.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 532px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i925.photobucket.com/albums/ad100/dan74iel/_DSC2484.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://i925.photobucket.com/albums/ad100/dan74iel/_DSC2487.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 533px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 800px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i925.photobucket.com/albums/ad100/dan74iel/_DSC2487.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">These are pretty cute kids! How fun it was to take pictures! I have taken pictures of this family before and now they have a new addition. How fun is that for me to watch kids grow and see them change from year to year. This little boy has the most amazing eyes!</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">This week has been so very weird. I decided that I wanted to spend more time at home so I decided to leave Steiner Homes. It is a sad time for me because I have come to love the guys that I work with! It is such a loss for me to not interact with them everyday. It will definitely be a transition for me to not have my phone ringing constantly. I think I will definitely have to adjust.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I worry that I won't get dressed in the morning or I will spend my time eating and watching <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">tv</span>. I think I might do that for a week or two...but <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">hope full</span> it will give me more time to get things done. I thought that when my kids went to school I would have so much more time, but the older they get the busier I am...it never slows down. Now there are so many things my kids are involved in and it is hard to keep up. I also don't feel like I could give the time or attention that my job needed. I felt that I was not doing either of my jobs very well..</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">So we will see where my new adventure takes me! I am excited to actually get diner on the table or feel like I am caught up on laundry!<br /><br /></span><br /></div>Organized Chaoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08389713306887943492noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4458219966182251856.post-45078920291126094062010-08-26T19:27:00.000-07:002010-08-26T20:00:43.849-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://i925.photobucket.com/albums/ad100/dan74iel/_DSC2082.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 681px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 1023px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i925.photobucket.com/albums/ad100/dan74iel/_DSC2082.jpg" /></a> <span style="font-size:130%;">I just love these pictures. I just love these two people....</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div align="center"><a href="http://i925.photobucket.com/albums/ad100/dan74iel/_DSC2307.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 1023px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 681px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i925.photobucket.com/albums/ad100/dan74iel/_DSC2307.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"> I cannot tell you how much fun I had with Kim and Jonathan! I wanted to go and see Kim in San Antonio and meet Jonathan who she is fixin to be married to. I was a little nervous to go but when I found out that I got to take some pictures while I was there it put my mind at ease. I also get nervous meeting new people and being in a different enviroment. I always do fine but my initial reaction is one of nervousness.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">I could not be more excited about the two of them getting married. Jonathan is one of the nicest people I have met in a long time not to mention he is a looker!!! Even Daniel thought he might have a little crush on him. Besides that he is perfect for Kim and I could tell instantly that he really loves her. Kim of course is always gorgeous and I love to be around her. She makes me feel creative even when I am not. I miss being creative with her. I think that there is one person in our life who really understands us and I think that Kim is that person for me. She is always encouraging... never letting me doubt myself. </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">These are just some of the day. Of course all three of us like to take pictures so you can imagine how many we took. The funny thing is we did all of it in about an hour and a half. It was a whirlwind.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://i925.photobucket.com/albums/ad100/dan74iel/_DSC2271.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 1023px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 664px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i925.photobucket.com/albums/ad100/dan74iel/_DSC2271.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="http://i925.photobucket.com/albums/ad100/dan74iel/_DSC2266.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 681px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 1023px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i925.photobucket.com/albums/ad100/dan74iel/_DSC2266.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://i925.photobucket.com/albums/ad100/dan74iel/_DSC2247.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 1023px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 681px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i925.photobucket.com/albums/ad100/dan74iel/_DSC2247.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://i925.photobucket.com/albums/ad100/dan74iel/_DSC2093.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 681px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 1023px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i925.photobucket.com/albums/ad100/dan74iel/_DSC2093.jpg" /></a><a href="http://i925.photobucket.com/albums/ad100/dan74iel/_DSC2190.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 681px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 1023px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i925.photobucket.com/albums/ad100/dan74iel/_DSC2190.jpg" /></a><br /><div><br /><div><a href="http://i925.photobucket.com/albums/ad100/dan74iel/_DSC2367.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 532px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i925.photobucket.com/albums/ad100/dan74iel/_DSC2367.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://i925.photobucket.com/albums/ad100/dan74iel/_DSC2324.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 680px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 1023px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i925.photobucket.com/albums/ad100/dan74iel/_DSC2324.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://i925.photobucket.com/albums/ad100/dan74iel/_DSC2056.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 1023px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 681px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i925.photobucket.com/albums/ad100/dan74iel/_DSC2056.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div></div>Organized Chaoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08389713306887943492noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4458219966182251856.post-89765119563659146972010-08-08T18:54:00.000-07:002010-08-08T19:58:30.838-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX4HUD_JN50Vd4-pQhDhA0gr8saHRDU2lFYnK6iJigVJqWwDJFeVklgplwqDnkRFokPfW3wlwP6dtf9um6NmW0kZnuEUHybdY5Fx97ArRd47VMG1FyL93-MZgayrqX4StL-0gnOy8vX4Ua/s1600/_DSC1809.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503237259479409586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX4HUD_JN50Vd4-pQhDhA0gr8saHRDU2lFYnK6iJigVJqWwDJFeVklgplwqDnkRFokPfW3wlwP6dtf9um6NmW0kZnuEUHybdY5Fx97ArRd47VMG1FyL93-MZgayrqX4StL-0gnOy8vX4Ua/s400/_DSC1809.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmaWFdAduyuhOSc2HeV2dGg9Af9ZQglxYJZbEmJAkUFTfbY9ifFUrqpqoanA0IwtYq-mopjMUhzB-PFw3X8T2fNssjl7nn08aAOSESGmQOpiwuy_Ty2V2uj4diPqrenLC40BIfMy5T_oDO/s1600/_DSC1823.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503237150220699330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmaWFdAduyuhOSc2HeV2dGg9Af9ZQglxYJZbEmJAkUFTfbY9ifFUrqpqoanA0IwtYq-mopjMUhzB-PFw3X8T2fNssjl7nn08aAOSESGmQOpiwuy_Ty2V2uj4diPqrenLC40BIfMy5T_oDO/s400/_DSC1823.jpg" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGPLpg0yNUVMHBKyOOb8nX-1UQmqnzuwBwnECu3WZdoNB6uEqSi4Y7nAk_9i5h8yktiIO5ZrcwNTdpE63VShmuHciQrVqP_EpfAIvMr8WHtZY11PmFulPXuRAU6AlTOWCTCQripoBrXCxw/s1600/_DSC1770.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503235926961259890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGPLpg0yNUVMHBKyOOb8nX-1UQmqnzuwBwnECu3WZdoNB6uEqSi4Y7nAk_9i5h8yktiIO5ZrcwNTdpE63VShmuHciQrVqP_EpfAIvMr8WHtZY11PmFulPXuRAU6AlTOWCTCQripoBrXCxw/s400/_DSC1770.jpg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyj4GKoey0XmJsNVdYMhmJpnzhHgOKZuhQNLl_cFW7FpoClRZoGqzUPm8DQ3xNSpkKat5Vm5o2ajDXJrpq2Yn9C0SKmfum9ko4raMnw4eg0YcaGPy8OTw4BUsuZ0WxcMIDZkzwDdDCfdvp/s1600/_DSC1820.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503235664478062914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyj4GKoey0XmJsNVdYMhmJpnzhHgOKZuhQNLl_cFW7FpoClRZoGqzUPm8DQ3xNSpkKat5Vm5o2ajDXJrpq2Yn9C0SKmfum9ko4raMnw4eg0YcaGPy8OTw4BUsuZ0WxcMIDZkzwDdDCfdvp/s400/_DSC1820.jpg" /></a><br /><div><div><div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgthIm2Ktsf2P_P7DHY8R5sD93kBiuj9aivMRneZch_7buG02zbGyzIPfOZ9ZTYHIJQt5d2K5Vv_x7JsFRiN04t5YIubDJ6_3LTA_Jn80tqptPeLqxZ-LKORyjlZHcRlFQBijc02qLgqE90/s1600/_DSC1834.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503235527087774322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgthIm2Ktsf2P_P7DHY8R5sD93kBiuj9aivMRneZch_7buG02zbGyzIPfOZ9ZTYHIJQt5d2K5Vv_x7JsFRiN04t5YIubDJ6_3LTA_Jn80tqptPeLqxZ-LKORyjlZHcRlFQBijc02qLgqE90/s400/_DSC1834.jpg" /></a> <span style="font-size:130%;">So tomorrow is my birthday and I get to be grateful for the people in my life. This little family of mine definitely gets me up in the morning and sends me exhausted to bed at night.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">I got to take pictures of <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Carsons</span> and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Jadens</span> preschool teacher there are some people in your life that are truly blessings.</span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><div align="center"><br /></div></span><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyBecKVM5QkDb-5L6auwwQsP-STjBcowy1SBlGwPMy98eBcsM9mhE5645ADy7VhyM_5cVas3yqZ3VtUot6zKjI53fZspqxbbYHmVaXhaV_LTxFlsDr-_tCkxf0fg55nSYQy1T4gQh6noM0/s1600/_DSC1914.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503224883814304626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyBecKVM5QkDb-5L6auwwQsP-STjBcowy1SBlGwPMy98eBcsM9mhE5645ADy7VhyM_5cVas3yqZ3VtUot6zKjI53fZspqxbbYHmVaXhaV_LTxFlsDr-_tCkxf0fg55nSYQy1T4gQh6noM0/s400/_DSC1914.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"> Okay so I find this woman beautiful. She has been loving two of my boys since we moved here to Indiana. Oh I could not have picked a more perfect person to take care of them. Every day with the biggest smile on her face she has comforted them, loved them, taught them. You can tell just by looking at her that just being around her makes a person smile.</span></div><div><br /></div><div align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzB-QsAh9tDWaVm2nfxzxkkr619eAWDCPIA4CmJvfT4BIDriwI_xlFe1Cn5XXl_dH5bw0gkOhu0G0vKHOZikunxbDT2hBG9u4BpmkgXuUAF4sEof3ljd9f7-3Jr-sXT8aWa8lPy9nja090/s1600/_DSC1909.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503224742672188434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzB-QsAh9tDWaVm2nfxzxkkr619eAWDCPIA4CmJvfT4BIDriwI_xlFe1Cn5XXl_dH5bw0gkOhu0G0vKHOZikunxbDT2hBG9u4BpmkgXuUAF4sEof3ljd9f7-3Jr-sXT8aWa8lPy9nja090/s400/_DSC1909.jpg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0DHAgRtiR6K7KSapBCv86DEF6kP-RrFKCxaXP8vWJxOTwkKfGh-tvxnj_QzrnPfWo6VZvdsa9cm5pQzgSKLtdWNf4Rt9hSqvhL6HLmoFZ6lRVyem2M-3kQ6F6IltpPEjzqZBAY1HnlCZJ/s1600/_DSC1926.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503224614797172594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0DHAgRtiR6K7KSapBCv86DEF6kP-RrFKCxaXP8vWJxOTwkKfGh-tvxnj_QzrnPfWo6VZvdsa9cm5pQzgSKLtdWNf4Rt9hSqvhL6HLmoFZ6lRVyem2M-3kQ6F6IltpPEjzqZBAY1HnlCZJ/s400/_DSC1926.jpg" /></a></div><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl1V5Ca-MddhQ3fjRKb1LTsZ8DuOK2A-stoSsOoGIbTrs5FP6QhfZq8ul-mnAYk-gaY0KV_61luX8B2XUnBw93bUROklG5a8eTjbZJ3MzBZh5SyP7zIUpSnUOdj010zPXejEnV5Z1h1J63/s1600/_DSC1921.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503224452253905410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl1V5Ca-MddhQ3fjRKb1LTsZ8DuOK2A-stoSsOoGIbTrs5FP6QhfZq8ul-mnAYk-gaY0KV_61luX8B2XUnBw93bUROklG5a8eTjbZJ3MzBZh5SyP7zIUpSnUOdj010zPXejEnV5Z1h1J63/s400/_DSC1921.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaXgx2a4P54Mt56ePRLts9eism2R10735HxCaE_LEhFgBwXluHA7_pTi5ZWSksEQ_fQAtIhfhR0aGJuZq6Dwj9uW-gPbWRA6zKYSx-ppbDLx3X_DkrZJodkFHybr0oYU9PjA-r84MyVlCP/s1600/_DSC1933.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503224217023632946" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaXgx2a4P54Mt56ePRLts9eism2R10735HxCaE_LEhFgBwXluHA7_pTi5ZWSksEQ_fQAtIhfhR0aGJuZq6Dwj9uW-gPbWRA6zKYSx-ppbDLx3X_DkrZJodkFHybr0oYU9PjA-r84MyVlCP/s400/_DSC1933.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIntA2yqbcI5Gc0O94VrM5iKkGo1bl5vGUKXvQGEVmh1hRiixR4b4Nhof795xMl1HGzQKUYE_Nut-sHkOw5Ao_cGYuHiYf2q8hLK_0ICgHK3C-_k1qdO6KXkx8-nnyFKw8eKWMSkCN7iFQ/s1600/_DSC1931.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503224025729485618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIntA2yqbcI5Gc0O94VrM5iKkGo1bl5vGUKXvQGEVmh1hRiixR4b4Nhof795xMl1HGzQKUYE_Nut-sHkOw5Ao_cGYuHiYf2q8hLK_0ICgHK3C-_k1qdO6KXkx8-nnyFKw8eKWMSkCN7iFQ/s400/_DSC1931.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Organized Chaoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08389713306887943492noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4458219966182251856.post-7858511494887867722010-08-01T21:05:00.000-07:002010-08-01T21:32:57.659-07:00<a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4074/4851586933_12062176f7_b.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 532px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4074/4851586933_12062176f7_b.jpg" /></a> <div> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">I could have never imagined a hotter day than this wedding day! It was so humid and miserable but the day was carried out without a hitch. The bride and groom were so natural and in touch with each other. It was a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">privilege</span> to share the day with them.</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Love...<a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4098/4851586891_0e2b15471a_b.jpg"><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 1px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 2px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4098/4851586891_0e2b15471a_b.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-size:130%;">It is such a funny thing. It takes you by <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">surprise</span> and defies expectations. It holds you prisoner and sets you free. Who knew that on the day that we say "I do" that love will be put to the test in so many different ways. The worst thing to do is hold back your love in fear. It is terrifying to let go and trust. Your love could not be returned.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">But then I would miss...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">his blue eyes</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">his touch</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">his laugh</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">his smell</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">his tears of humility</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">his warmth</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">his prayers at night in the dark... </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">I would jump into the darkness for him to never miss a moment of his </span><span style="font-size:85%;">love ...<br /></span><br /></div><div align="center"><div><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4098/4851586891_0e2b15471a_b.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 532px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4098/4851586891_0e2b15471a_b.jpg" /></a><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 532px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4081/4852204236_5f94389984_b.jpg" /><br /><div><div><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4081/4851586351_48bca8eb75_b.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 586px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4081/4851586351_48bca8eb75_b.jpg" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">This wedding we did a photo booth. I loved it, I thought it was so much fun. They really let their personalities out! I want to do it <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">every time</span>. I wish I could post all of the images that I had but I can't. </span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;">Just loved it!<br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4074/4851586543_be90a170ab_b.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 591px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4074/4851586543_be90a170ab_b.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4093/4851586495_43a8b973df_b.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 576px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4093/4851586495_43a8b973df_b.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Organized Chaoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08389713306887943492noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4458219966182251856.post-20856770555583387122010-07-25T19:30:00.000-07:002010-07-25T19:53:10.688-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4123/4829331852_ff4aa333ef_b.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 532px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4123/4829331852_ff4aa333ef_b.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"> Wow it has been a full weekend. Never complaining though. Had a much needed girls night out. Had the pleasure of shooting a wedding. And I got to take the lovely Kimberly's senior pictures. These pictures speak for themselves... she is just stunning!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">At the beginning of taking pictures I asked her if she was "ready for this." We did some breathing to relax and then Daniel showed her some very simple poses. He is getting really good at it. He showed her how to make a "S" curve with her body and how to breathe through her lips right before a shot. I love having him around.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">He just makes life so very entertaining. I would not change it for anything.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /> </div></span><div align="center"><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4077/4829332050_e7a6bb9682_b.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 601px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4077/4829332050_e7a6bb9682_b.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;">I do like life being busy. It keeps my mind off how fast the summer is going and how fast everyone is growing up. My daughter got a cell phone. I knew that it would be challenging but I wanted to be able to keep better tabs on her. Little did I know that I would now be getting texts from down stairs like "what are we having for diner," or "can I have a barbie birthday cake" as she is supposed to be taking a shower. She like her father keeps my life interesting.<br /><br /></span><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4100/4821463786_2a9a92a697_b.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 532px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4100/4821463786_2a9a92a697_b.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;">This week we are off to girls camp. So another really busy week. Things at my job at Steiner are really starting to go well and I am blessed that I get to do my favorite job of taking pictures but it keeps me busy. I have something else that has kept me up at night with excitement. The thought of it makes me want to jump up and down like a little girl. I can't talk about it yet because no decisions have been made but it made me realize that the world is full of possibilities and taking a leap is just darn exciting.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4134/4828721559_7acac89fa4_b.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 532px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4134/4828721559_7acac89fa4_b.jpg" /></a><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4097/4820847073_a420e51dca_b.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 532px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4097/4820847073_a420e51dca_b.jpg" /></a><br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4076/4828751077_f840a5fe1e_b.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 592px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4076/4828751077_f840a5fe1e_b.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Organized Chaoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08389713306887943492noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4458219966182251856.post-80023835181150752442010-07-21T17:53:00.000-07:002010-07-21T19:44:21.549-07:00<span style="font-size:130%;"></span><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4077/4816422355_ca9b6cd190_b.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 532px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4077/4816422355_ca9b6cd190_b.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4143/4817044858_d68ef3a203_b.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 532px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4143/4817044858_d68ef3a203_b.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">All I can say today is </span><span style="font-size:180%;">Thank You!</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Thank you for the beautiful weather.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Thank you for my beautiful family.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Thank you for time.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Thank you for intimacy.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Thank you for different perspectives.</span><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Thank you for my life.</span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">I have been taking a workshop to improve my photography skills. It is all about changing my perspectives. To add more foreground interest, to use negative space, experiment with dramatic lighting. I love doing it. I love thinking differently. I have been combing through magazines and photography books. I have enjoyed looking through the eyes of so many different people. My favorite magazine by the way is "Vanity Fair". I went to the library and checked out all they had. They have the most interesting photographic spreads out there. They are always very dramatic and I love that.</span><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">But today we went to the beach and I again am reminded why I took up photography, to capture the lives of my children. I hope when all is said and done that they will look back and remember all the wonderful times that we had. At the end of one of my favorite songs it says...</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">When the years are showing on my face</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">and my strongest days are gone</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">When my heart and flesh depart this place</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">from a life that sung your song</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">You'll still be the one I want</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">You'll still be the one I want....</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">They are what I want and hope that my life sings their song....</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 532px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4135/4817044934_176b9485a1_b.jpg" /><br /><div><div><div><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4099/4816422767_5ddc977b98_b.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 584px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4099/4816422767_5ddc977b98_b.jpg" /></a><br /><div><div><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4139/4817045224_528e5eea6b_b.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 532px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4139/4817045224_528e5eea6b_b.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Organized Chaoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08389713306887943492noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4458219966182251856.post-5965063390438293642010-07-17T22:44:00.000-07:002010-07-17T23:36:26.703-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4093/4804068778_c986796315_b.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 364px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4093/4804068778_c986796315_b.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;">I see lovers in the streets walking without a care</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"> they wear it out loud like there is something in the air. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"> If they are lucky they'll get to see</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"> and if they're really, really lucky they will get to feel...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">If they are truly blessed then they get to believe</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">You kick so hard it breaks your bones</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">It cuts so deep It hits your soul</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Tears your skin and makes your blood flow</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">It is better that you know that...</span></div><div align="center"> <span style="font-size:180%;">Love is hard....</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Love is hard.... If it was easy it wouldn't mean nothing..</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">These words are just little parts of a song by James Morrison. They have become my truth. My meaning for the word love has changed for me in the last couple of months. I thought I loved....I did not know that it would take something that shattered my world to help me understand what it meant to really love. To love myself, my husband, my children. I have had to deal with my pain on my own. I have had to rely on that I am a daughter of God to get me through.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">But I am turning a corner...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">And now I feel lucky</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">I get to see.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">I get to feel.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">I get to believe.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Love means so much to me now. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"> I feel it as I write this. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">I feel it as I hear my husband snoring next to me. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"> I feel it during Sunday morning breakfasts. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">My life is different now...and I am excited for the possibilities.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4079/4803436957_cee999ae85_b.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 532px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4079/4803436957_cee999ae85_b.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;">Have not taken my kids out in so long to take pictures...They are truly loved by me.</span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span><div align="center"><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4074/4803437187_7f0cd0b6d9_b.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 601px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4074/4803437187_7f0cd0b6d9_b.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;">I have the most of Carly because she is turning 13 and I wanted to remember her this way..</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4073/4803436979_b83c7f71f0_b.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 532px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4073/4803436979_b83c7f71f0_b.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4079/4804068730_b0201016d3_b.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 343px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4079/4804068730_b0201016d3_b.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4134/4803437125_8cfaeeb580_b.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 532px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4134/4803437125_8cfaeeb580_b.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4141/4803436845_09c754fd58_b.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 532px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 800px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4141/4803436845_09c754fd58_b.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4121/4803437011_f144b9f434_b.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 532px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4121/4803437011_f144b9f434_b.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4099/4804068840_8ce3f11963_b.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 601px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4099/4804068840_8ce3f11963_b.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4076/4803436921_be7ebff0f2_b.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 532px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4076/4803436921_be7ebff0f2_b.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4099/4804068368_7980b76fa6_b.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 532px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4099/4804068368_7980b76fa6_b.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Organized Chaoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08389713306887943492noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4458219966182251856.post-11853890830084125522010-05-24T08:07:00.000-07:002010-05-24T08:21:38.526-07:00<a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4005/4635279199_d683ac1b4c_o.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 532px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4005/4635279199_d683ac1b4c_o.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"> Last minute shot....</span><br /><br /><div><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4049/4635883038_c2e31fd05d_o.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 532px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 800px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4049/4635883038_c2e31fd05d_o.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"> cutest girlfriend ever...<br /><br /></span><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">I wish for every question I had an answer....</span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Life has gotten so puzzling lately that I don't even know where to begin.</span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Life never slows down. I also don't organize my time very well, so I waste a lot of it.</span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">That is going to be my top priority this year is to learn how to use my day to the fullest. I think from now on I am going to start jotting down some of the crazies that happen into my life and relaying the stories here.</span><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">I am not going to start that yet so here are just few shots of the cutest senior ever. A lot of fun to shoot. Very casual, but we laughed a lot. Thank you so much like always for letting me spend the afternoon with you.</span></div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4007/4635278785_7ca90d6df0_o.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 532px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4007/4635278785_7ca90d6df0_o.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"> My fave...</span><br /><br /><br /></div><div><div><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4069/4635278983_5e32a6bde0_o.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 532px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 800px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4069/4635278983_5e32a6bde0_o.jpg" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">It was hard to get him to look serious.....</span></div><div><br /><div><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4056/4635278847_722738f628_o.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 533px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4056/4635278847_722738f628_o.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"> My families fave...<br /></span><div><br /><div><a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3245/4635882724_d6252b19ca_o.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 532px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3245/4635882724_d6252b19ca_o.jpg" /></a> </div><div>Look at those eyes.....</div></div></div></div></div></div>Organized Chaoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08389713306887943492noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4458219966182251856.post-17374787963720471042010-05-16T18:36:00.000-07:002010-05-16T18:48:41.033-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3329/4613966734_f6c0c6631b_o.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 532px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3329/4613966734_f6c0c6631b_o.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Today the kids asked me to take them to the beach. I laid there in the sun watching the clouds go by listening to my ipod and thought this is perfection. The kids laughing and running around just enjoying the day. I thought it was surreal until I noticed what they were doing that was so funny. They were filling each other's pants up with sand. Just hilarious! It did not take anything away from my moment.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></div></span><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3547/4613966530_f71089ff31_o.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 533px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3547/4613966530_f71089ff31_o.jpg" /></a><br />I had another day of taking pictures of this wonderful family. I can never deny how much I love a tutu. I was really nervous this time for some reason. I had to calm myself midway and tell myself that it was not the end of the world if I ruined every shot. The family is so wonderful and would have been forgiving but I really worked myself up. They were so much fun to work with and the boys loved where we took pictures there were sticks to hit things with everywhere.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4008/4613347807_a8a90e8726_o.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 532px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4008/4613347807_a8a90e8726_o.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4005/4613966346_471460b1fd_o.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 532px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4005/4613966346_471460b1fd_o.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4036/4613348357_eb774e62c1_o.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 532px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4036/4613348357_eb774e62c1_o.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3585/4613967002_68b807284a_o.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 532px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3585/4613967002_68b807284a_o.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Organized Chaoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08389713306887943492noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4458219966182251856.post-72158796671711028792010-05-15T08:03:00.000-07:002010-05-15T08:17:19.906-07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1144/4609129884_0f9fc72e1a_o.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 591px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1144/4609129884_0f9fc72e1a_o.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"> I do remember when I graduated from high school oh so many years ago. I do remember the excitement of getting older and doing things on my own. I do miss the thought of the endless <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">possibilities</span>....</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1066/4609116160_02dd668cc8_o.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 533px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1066/4609116160_02dd668cc8_o.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">This one had quite the style and was not afraid.... I loved her confidence and her shopping addiction. It made the outfit changes that much more exciting. To see what she was coming up with next.....<br /><br /></span><br /><br /><div><a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1226/4609116510_a070400b4e_o.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 532px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1226/4609116510_a070400b4e_o.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4016/4608510431_724a924d74_o.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 533px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4016/4608510431_724a924d74_o.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3304/4609116602_bf83091d6a_o.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 532px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3304/4609116602_bf83091d6a_o.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1420/4609116664_0cfd42c91b_o.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 591px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1420/4609116664_0cfd42c91b_o.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4004/4608510555_1a0cd36788_o.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 532px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4004/4608510555_1a0cd36788_o.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">I just had a great time. This is the best time of year because the lighting is so perfect for so long. Just like graduating I love the endless possibilities of my life right now. There are so many things to look forward to and I seem to be finding my own way lately.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4009/4609116084_576a062573_o.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 532px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4009/4609116084_576a062573_o.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Organized Chaoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08389713306887943492noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4458219966182251856.post-87206273496634501562010-05-11T19:52:00.000-07:002010-05-11T20:08:25.045-07:00The internet is not always such a bad place.<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">I am addicted to finding new music to listen to. It could be old to everyone else but if it is new to me I just can't get enough. Right now the fave on my ipod is this guy....I am in love.....<br /><br /></span><br /><object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UZp6dhheriM&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UZp6dhheriM&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">I am also in love with this man's photography. I love reading his blog....it makes me want to live life a little differently taking nothing for granted. And make everyday like words to a song. I am in love as well......</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /><a href="http://claytonaustinlovestories.com/#home/">http://claytonaustinlovestories.com/#home/</a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">And for clothing there is nothing better than this place. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="http://www.modcloth.com/store/ModCloth/Womens/Dresses">http://www.modcloth.com/store/ModCloth/Womens/Dresses</a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">love, love, love........</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">I would love to hear of any photography blogs that are your favorite or clothing stores or music....Lets share the love!</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div>Organized Chaoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08389713306887943492noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4458219966182251856.post-45893710769985698202010-05-02T07:27:00.001-07:002010-05-02T07:49:37.918-07:00I love a new lens....<div align="center"><a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3528/4570183916_78de213b4a_o.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 533px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3528/4570183916_78de213b4a_o.jpg" /></a> <span style="font-size:130%;">Now I know that a new lens does not a photograph make.....but it sure does <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">flippin</span> help. It mixes things up... It changes perspective a little.... makes everything feel fresh. It helps taking pictures of pretty people as well. I mean dang....</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">I am really loving this location. I love this grove of trees. Makes you feel like we are in some secluded place in the mountains instead of off the highway in a dirty field. I could see its potential. This will be a new favorite. I do have a great friend who does some of the dirty work for me in finding locations. He is good. He has an eye for it and it is fun to wonder what he will come up with next.</span><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3532/4570186154_682e37af26_o.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 532px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3532/4570186154_682e37af26_o.jpg" /></a> <span style="font-size:130%;">This is the first time that I have brought Carly with me to take pictures. I wanted her to help with Ava and I think she did a great job. I really should include her more in the process. I have thought lately that maybe she would like to learn, but if she never tries how will she know if she likes it.<br /></span><br /><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4007/4569547635_3ff7f4479d_o.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 532px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4007/4569547635_3ff7f4479d_o.jpg" /></a> Getting to know the families lately that I am taking pictures of is so much fun. They are all so adventurous and unconcerned about the weather and their hair as I am. And Ava what a doll.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4071/4570588819_eb8c7f445a_o.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 532px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4071/4570588819_eb8c7f445a_o.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3501/4570186194_c3f33c44f5_o.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 532px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3501/4570186194_c3f33c44f5_o.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4051/4570588751_6da7c054c5_o.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 533px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4051/4570588751_6da7c054c5_o.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Yesterday was just a wonderful day. From my parents coming to visit to helping friends move. I also love that I have friends who will come out to see my seven year old play baseball. It really means something to me. I love baseball season. I love the families coming out to watch and our coaches who are so wonderfully supportive. I love then taking pictures in the rain and bonding with wonderful families. Then I love coming home to a wonderful family and a home cooked meal and a movie.<br /><br /><br /></span><br /><div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Organized Chaoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08389713306887943492noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4458219966182251856.post-1898897555736522442010-04-27T12:08:00.000-07:002010-04-27T12:11:22.250-07:00I do love a giveaway!<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">So I am posting a link of a site that is having a great giveaway today. A Uno Dvd by Lauren Clark. I am also then entered in a giveaway for the Love Affair workshop that I would love to go to.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">“Check out </span><a href="http://www.blogger.com/“Check%20out%20http://www.loveaffairworkshop.com!%20They’re%20giving%20away%20prizes%20&%20a%20seat%20to%20their%20workshop%20on%20the%20blog%20this%20week!%20Go%20enter%20to%20win!”"><span style="font-size:130%;">http://www.loveaffairworkshop.com</span></a><span style="font-size:130%;">! They’re giving away prizes & a seat to their workshop on the blog this week! Go enter to win!”</span></div>Organized Chaoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08389713306887943492noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4458219966182251856.post-53791723393057106872010-04-25T14:36:00.000-07:002010-04-27T18:24:42.325-07:00I was going to die if it didn't stop raining.....<a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1431/4551506201_a4968f61dd_o.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1431/4551506201_a4968f61dd_o.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 532px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 800px;" /></a><br />
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<div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Organized Chaoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08389713306887943492noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4458219966182251856.post-36885529355336897782010-04-18T14:23:00.000-07:002010-04-27T18:25:00.713-07:00What a beautiful day.....<div align="center"><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4035/4532625266_a89fe21689_o.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4035/4532625266_a89fe21689_o.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 532px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 800px;" /></a><span style="font-size: 130%;"> I love this girl. Rachel is unique and beautiful and fun to be around. She has her own style and a beauty that definitely shines through her eyes. I loved taking her senior pictures. I love that she showed up to my house and was so excited because she said "besides wedding pictures this is one of the biggest picture days of your life!" A girl after my own heart.</span></div><div align="center"><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4058/4531992513_5495c52d28_o.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4058/4531992513_5495c52d28_o.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 800px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 533px;" /></a><a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2695/4532625724_a41a2c8115_o.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2695/4532625724_a41a2c8115_o.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 11px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 7px;" /></a><span style="font-size: 130%;">Yes...I took Rachel to a laundromat. Got a few stares and had to wait a couple of times for a certain person to get his laundry out of the washer into the dryer. I mean I am standing there with a camera Rachel is on top of the washers and he just stands there like are you taking pictures?<br />
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<span style="font-size: 130%;">This was the longest I have ever taken pictures before. We were out for almost four hours and my hand was cramping and we are freezing but I loved every minute of it.<br />
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<span style="font-size: 130%;">This is probably an over load of pictures but I just wanted Rachel to be able to see the ones that I loved so far! I really did not know she had it in her. She had a head tilt and a look in her eyes that was unexpected to me and I think she took beautiful photographs.<br />
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<div><a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2703/4531992619_809d4e3291_o.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2703/4531992619_809d4e3291_o.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 532px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 800px;" /></a> <span style="font-size: 130%;">Look at those eyes! My friend Joella helps me with makeup and I think she does such a wonderful job at keeping the girls looking really naturally but really making their <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">features</span> stand out. Thank you Joella for being there for me and being excited for the girls to get their pictures taken. It really makes them feel special.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 130%;">Oh what a struggle this week has been. I hope that this week I can put it all behind me and start fresh. That is the nice thing about struggles they don't seem as bad with a little time. I hope that is true for this one as well.</span></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Organized Chaoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08389713306887943492noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4458219966182251856.post-63550218124853161502010-04-12T19:52:00.000-07:002010-04-12T20:15:36.403-07:00I can't imagine a different life....<div align="center"><a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2710/4516267285_9ea8bd49ae_o.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 532px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 800px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2710/4516267285_9ea8bd49ae_o.jpg" /></a> <span style="font-size:130%;">I wake up in the morning sometimes already tired from the things that I have to do that day! I wish it would slow down sometimes but then I feel restless during the times that are slow. This past weekend did nothing for my slowing down part. We jumped in the car on Saturday drove 7 hours to my sister-in-laws house in Iowa. Erik (my brother in law) is leaving for Iraq soon and they wanted family pictures. This little ones face lights up the room and his voice is music to my ears.</span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4006/4516903626_26df37a20a_o.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 532px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4006/4516903626_26df37a20a_o.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;">We also wanted to see our family so we jumped in the car and left. We had a wonderful time and the kids had the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">mostest</span> fun. I fell in love with those beautiful children and wanted to take some home with me. Not all because there are seven. These are just a few of the ones that I have started to go through. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2267/4516267237_f23afbbec0_o.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 532px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 800px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2267/4516267237_f23afbbec0_o.jpg" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I also love my camera. I love that I have it. I love that it has become a part of me. I rarely leave home without it because I am afraid that I might miss something. I lug around that big camera because I want to--- not because I have to like a purse or your keys but because it makes me feel real in some way.</span><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4051/4516268019_c7e704be09_o.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 532px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4051/4516268019_c7e704be09_o.jpg" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I would do this again. I would drive 14 hours stay 22 and leave again just to feel like you mean something. Just to feel real. To have connections, to have family. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Jaden</span> by the way did not bode so well on this trip. I zone out on car rides and tend to let the kids do what ever they want to keep the noise levels down. My mistake because from the amount of throw up <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Jaden</span> ate quite the stash.<br /><br /></span><br /><div><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4046/4516904000_bfa87d4929_o.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 532px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 800px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4046/4516904000_bfa87d4929_o.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I don't believe I ever want to pose a family again. That is my statement here and now. I like the feel of laughing and smiling and things out of focus and playing peekaboo. I grabbed a lot of these while the kids were climbing up their slide in the back yard. So much more genuine so much more relaxing and the pictures to me mean so much more.<br /></span><br /><br /><div><a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2784/4516903056_159c8b7acf_o.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 532px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2784/4516903056_159c8b7acf_o.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Lots going on this week. So I will be updating this blog more for myself to document my life. It might not always have pictures. Probably will....just saying I am going to write it down more and mean it.<br /><br /></span><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Organized Chaoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08389713306887943492noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4458219966182251856.post-9493431795295171822010-03-25T20:10:00.000-07:002010-03-25T20:36:12.095-07:00Our Wonderful vacation......<a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2740/4463356901_9cfb4baa75_o.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 532px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2740/4463356901_9cfb4baa75_o.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2681/4464095482_f3336c8225_o.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 533px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2681/4464095482_f3336c8225_o.jpg" /></a> <span style="font-size:130%;">So kinda last minute (because that is how we like to do everything) we decided to go and rent a house in Kentucky and stay at the lake with the kids. I have never had such an amazing time. Yes there was the screaming and the occasional "don't touch me!" But for the most part everyone seemed to really love being there together!</span></div><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">I will have to say a couple of things about the man I married. He hates to fish. The boys love to fish. He has often said "I am not the right father for these boys." It makes me so sad because of the amount of love these boys are in with their dad. He would get up every morning and spend hours fishing with all the boys. He didn't know what bait to use or where to tell them to cast their lines but he was there. He dragged them all through the mud (which he hates almost as much as fishing) to find just the right quiet spot to catch the best fish. They caught fish. One really big fish so he is king to them. </span></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">He loves my finish product. Sometimes he does not understand how my mind works but he knows in the end it will turn out. He trusts me. He supports me. He has "turned me into somebody loved." I love this picture of him, because he is loved by me. Oh we hate each other a lot of the times and tell each other things that we don't like about each other but at the end of the day this is how I fall.</span></p><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4020/4464095560_0c7b93143a_o.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 532px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4020/4464095560_0c7b93143a_o.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;">We were in the middle of no where and there was not a lot of things to take pictures of so I tried desperately to work on the light and getting the details in a shot. Not blowing out the sky or framing a picture correctly. It takes so much practice to learn how to use your camera. I cannot get enough of the sun flare. I had to switch back to my 50 mm lens to get really good ones.<br /></span><br /><br /><div><a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2702/4464095518_cb3c9dd974_o.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 532px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2702/4464095518_cb3c9dd974_o.jpg" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">The next couple of months are turning out to be exciting. My mind is twirling over the senior shoots I get to do in the next couple of weeks. I think I love those the best. They are always so excited to get pictures taken. They are willing to try different things.<br /></span><br /><br /><div><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4024/4463317655_e6ee2d373d_o.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 532px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 800px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4024/4463317655_e6ee2d373d_o.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>Organized Chaoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08389713306887943492noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4458219966182251856.post-24484852828819295122010-03-18T21:33:00.000-07:002010-03-18T21:35:05.723-07:00Facebook | Forever October Photography<a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Forever-October-Photography/110565928958228?v=app_2309869772&ref=nf#!/pages/Forever-October-Photography/110565928958228?ref=nf">Facebook Forever October Photography</a><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Just added a Facebook fan page so I could put my pictues in certain categories. Go check it out! Show the love and fan it so I think that people adore me.</span></div>Organized Chaoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08389713306887943492noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4458219966182251856.post-42560419966730687482010-03-14T16:26:00.000-07:002010-03-14T16:41:54.481-07:00What a cold but perfect day for pictures!<div align="center"><a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2683/4433799254_b66fe69db3_o.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 532px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2683/4433799254_b66fe69db3_o.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"> I mean could they be any more perfect? This couple was up for anything. Never complained that it was past the point of any type of comfortable temperature. Stand on a ledge, cross rickety platform, stand under this structure that looks questionable. I think they got the point of getting the right shot. It makes my job so much more exciting. I didn't even know it was cold til the end when I was in the car and I could not feel my toes. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2781/4433799584_2b97b06975_o.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 532px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2781/4433799584_2b97b06975_o.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">These are just a little peek at my favorites so far. I was so excited to take them that editing was so easy because they are such pretty people. I took along my friends Joe and Joella and they said I was crazy for coming to a place like this. But wow! It makes for a great background. I don't think I will bring kids running around but I love it for couples.<br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4029/4433024021_074dce5b39_o.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 533px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4029/4433024021_074dce5b39_o.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />I feel like every shoot I go on that I get closer and closer to the type of photographer I want to be. I really try to shoot from different angles and perspectives. I think it makes the photographs look so interesting and draws the attention right to the focal point.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span><div><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4068/4433799198_d3f9721ed6_o.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 532px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4068/4433799198_d3f9721ed6_o.jpg" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I am so excited for them that they found each other and seem so in love.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">And by the way the shoes were pretty much the icing on the cake.<br /><br /></span><br /><div><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4061/4433799324_016878bcf1_o.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 533px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4061/4433799324_016878bcf1_o.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div><br /></div>Organized Chaoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08389713306887943492noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4458219966182251856.post-39537157373795218962010-03-10T18:57:00.001-08:002010-03-10T19:27:44.997-08:00I love new places!<a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4009/4424054280_c88d027a28_o.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 532px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4009/4424054280_c88d027a28_o.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4008/4423288891_b4f521c582_o.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 532px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 800px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4008/4423288891_b4f521c582_o.jpg" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">So Daniel and I had a free afternoon and after many minutes of debate decided to go to a place that I have wanted to take pictures for a while now. I am so glad that we did. I loved it. It was so unique and beautiful and you could feel the history all around. I couldn't imagine what it had been like in all its glory. Just amazing.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2689/4424054218_1f6e8b93c7_o.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 532px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2689/4424054218_1f6e8b93c7_o.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4031/4423288941_c5d48b116e_o.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 532px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 800px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4031/4423288941_c5d48b116e_o.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"> I love taking pictures. I love how I feel when I get my camera out and I see things so differently. I love that Daniel will go with me and try his hardest to understand.<br />So I have decided weekly that I want to share some of my favorite photographers here. There are so many out there and if anyone loves photography then they will love these sites. This first one is definitely one of my favorites. I love their style and I love that they are a husband and wife team. So great! Their studio speaks to me. I love it.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><a href="http://www.studio6-23.com/blog/"><span style="font-size:130%;">http://www.studio6-23.com/blog/</span></a><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">I also have a new favorite bag and I am trying to convince Daniel that I need it. It is so me.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><a href="http://www.epiphaniebags.com/#/stores-1/"><span style="font-size:130%;">http://www.epiphaniebags.com/#/stores-1/</span></a></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">I also have a very favorite photography website but their recent post is so amazing to me. I love everything about the grainy photos and the head pieces. If I were going to get married all over again this is definitely the way that I would go.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="http://redleafstudios.squarespace.com/red-leaf-studios-journal/2010/3/7/brianne-luxury-fashion.html">http://redleafstudios.squarespace.com/red-leaf-studios-journal/2010/3/7/brianne-luxury-fashion.html</a></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span></div><div align="center"></div>Organized Chaoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08389713306887943492noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4458219966182251856.post-66649839614995710992010-03-08T09:10:00.001-08:002010-03-08T09:30:05.444-08:00The weather is finally changing!<div align="center"><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4040/4412823646_c7bef85e56_o.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 650px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4040/4412823646_c7bef85e56_o.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"> The weather is changing and I get to get out and take a lot of pictures. I have never been so happy. It is still cold but on Saturday it was like 50 degrees and I thought all is right with the world again. I have not even blogged a lot lately because I swear my creativeness slows down in the winter and I have nothing to talk about.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">But Saturday I got to take pictures of this adorable couple because they are getting MARRIED in June. I wish everyone who reads this could have been with me on Saturday to see how cute they were in person. The husband to be announced that he did not like pictures as soon as he walked up to me. By the end he was a regular runway model. I just loved every minute.<br /></span></div><div align="center"><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4031/4412055689_4f619587e4_o.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 650px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4031/4412055689_4f619587e4_o.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"> This is definitely going to be picture overload because I have not taken pictures in so long.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">I have to say one more thing on taking pictures. Because I have such great friends I always ask one along with me to help me with the lighting. This time my beautiful friend Barb went with me and as she is laying on top of the truck trying to block out the sun with me laying on top of her trying to get the shot that I wanted, I later reflected how lucky I am to have her in my life. I don't say it often enough how much all of my friends mean to me. But that day that memory means a lot to me and I love her for it.<br /></span><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2775/4412055617_3dfe4fd593_o.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 650px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2775/4412055617_3dfe4fd593_o.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"> I have the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">privilege</span> of being able to take this cute couples wedding photos and let me tell you that I cannot wait. They were so much fun to be around and had such a great style. I love the people I get to meet.<br /></span><br /><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4034/4417608194_3be8be382f_o.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 426px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 800px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4034/4417608194_3be8be382f_o.jpg" /></a> I will have lots more to post in the coming weeks because people are getting excited that the weather is changing and they want to get outside and get their pictures taken.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4037/4417608352_f7c3b27f46_o.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 650px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4037/4417608352_f7c3b27f46_o.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4007/4416844557_15927c8184_o.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 650px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4007/4416844557_15927c8184_o.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2765/4416844489_5258e304d8_o.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 650px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2765/4416844489_5258e304d8_o.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Organized Chaoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08389713306887943492noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4458219966182251856.post-12786677029265732752010-01-21T14:38:00.000-08:002010-01-21T14:52:37.069-08:00The weather is no good!<a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2715/4293423543_9892ea94ea_o.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 533px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2715/4293423543_9892ea94ea_o.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">The weather this time of year always kills me. The days seem to last forever. I have to push myself to get up and get going. So I am going to just keep taking pictures to keep my mind working. Going to keep posting pictures so that I push myself to do more. Got out my old lens yesterday. 50mm 1.8. I find that I have missed it and can do so many creative things with it and it is so fast. Also learned how to create a tilt shift on <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">photoshop</span> so I am having fun doing that. I have seen a lot of photographers do it. I e-mailed one of my favorite photographers to help me with my little problem and she actually has a tilt shift lens. I loved that when I e-mailed her she got back to me so quickly. I love when photographers remember that they started somewhere and it is nice to give back to photographers with questions. Her images are amazing!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><a href="http://simplyrosie.ca/journal/">http://simplyrosie.ca/journal/</a></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Her shots are so unique and creative. She sets up every shot so beautifully. Another wonderful photographer that I have come across lately is</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><a href="http://morninglightinmyroom.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-size:130%;">http://morninglightinmyroom.blogspot.com/</span></a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">She has a way of using words in her photographs that is amazing. I love the dreamy quality of each shot. Her images are actually for sale on <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">etsy</span>.</div><div align="center"><br /> </div><a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2750/4293421743_671d5de397_o.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 532px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2750/4293421743_671d5de397_o.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">So thank you for all of your love and encouragement from my last blog post. We are going and I am just going to enjoy myself the best that I can. Now if anyone can help me get over leaving my kids for a week. </span></div>Organized Chaoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08389713306887943492noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4458219966182251856.post-24424120468312217782010-01-15T20:25:00.000-08:002010-01-15T21:02:42.503-08:00No pictures today!<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Today there are no pictures because my mind is full of anxiety and I can't take any pictures when I am in that frame of mind.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">My husband <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">surprised</span> me with a cruise to a place far away where it is warm and sunny. You would think that I would be the happiest wife on the planet. I am not. Because it means that I have to wear less layers than I am wearing now. I have been quietly layering my clothing to cover up the embarrassment that I have felt lately. I don't know exactly when I became so self conscious.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Today I asked my husband to cancel that cruise. I just could not handle the anxiety. Who have I become? So I have realized several other things that I have been thinking lately. I have failed so many times that it is the actual fear of failure that has kept me this way.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">I have also started to believe that I am LESS in some way because of the way that I look. In my mind I actually believe that I will be a better photographer and designer and mother if I were thinner. I see others around me and think how have they managed to keep themselves to<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">gether</span> when I have gotten so out of control. At one point in my life I managed to get quite thin with the help of <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Phen</span>-<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">phen</span>. In my mind I was the happiest that I had ever been and I credit that all to being thin. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">I cannot get on with my life it is a moment to moment struggle. Every minute of everyday it is a battle with myself. A lot of time I feel so blessed for a healthy, happy family and other times I want to run and hide. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">I need to say this out loud even if it is to the four readers that I have. I don't want to loose any weight. I don't have high blood pressure or high cholesterol or bordering on diabetes. I want to learn that I can accomplish the things that I want to even if I am overweight. I want to walk into a new situation and be confident in what I can offer. I want to learn for myself not to measure others by the way they look. (I must measure others because that is how I measure myself.) I want to reach inside myself and learn where real beauty comes from. I want to be able to take a picture of myself and not think "what has happened to me?"</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">For those of you who worry I will not stop exercising. I know we need to take care of our bodies. I have to try this. I have to give up the battle to set myself free. I look at the people in Haiti and I squirm with the realization of what consumes my thoughts.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">I wonder what I can accomplish if I took my mind off "how can I loose weight" and posed a new question of "what do I have to offer." I wonder how my life will change or how I can change someone e<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">lse's</span> life? I will keep my four readers posted!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div>Organized Chaoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08389713306887943492noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4458219966182251856.post-48309790514492362042010-01-10T14:45:00.000-08:002010-01-10T15:07:58.496-08:00My dear sweet first born!<div align="center"><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4071/4263412823_140a4224c9_o.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 532px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 800px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4071/4263412823_140a4224c9_o.jpg" /></a> <span style="font-size:130%;">So it was 9 degrees today and today was the day that I decided that I wanted to take Carly's twelve year old pictures. I just got lost this year taking a lot of other pictures so I did not want another day to go by and not take hers. After looking at these pictures I don't think that I have really looked at her in a long time.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4033/4263412803_6acf8d0b2d_o.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 532px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 800px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4033/4263412803_6acf8d0b2d_o.jpg" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I put a little makeup on her and that just made her the happiest girl on the planet. I guess I had forgotten how long her lashes were. Just gorgeous! With all the day to day things to do I forgot what she really looked like. I have forgotten to tell her how amazing she is in the midst of wanting her to keep her room clean. How do you change that? How do you remember to look at her the way that God looks at her. </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div><a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2728/4263412815_cf5bdc02c7_o.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 532px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 800px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2728/4263412815_cf5bdc02c7_o.jpg" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I feel like I have learned what beauty is from somebody else. Beauty is everywhere! Everyone says "Just be who you are" I think Carly has learned that but I am almost 40 years old and I have still not gotten it. I want to surround myself with that kind of honesty.<br /><br /></span><div><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4035/4263412829_96009773e0_o.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 532px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4035/4263412829_96009773e0_o.jpg" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">She really has no problem with who she is. She will wear things and I will think "are you crazy" but she will tell me she doesn't care and she likes it so that is all that matters.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">I want to look at her everyday like I did today! I hope that I can hold on to that.<br /></span><br /><br /><div><a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2735/4263412841_2820a30f5b_o.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 532px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2735/4263412841_2820a30f5b_o.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4022/4263415949_17e9463722_o.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 532px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4022/4263415949_17e9463722_o.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Organized Chaoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08389713306887943492noreply@blogger.com2