Wednesday, December 24, 2008

It Rained Last Night

You've left him time and time again,
alone and standing in the rain,
each time he died a death or two,
and now there's nothing left in him for you.

So this time it's gonna be the other way around,
cuz see, she's done the crying now.
She won't need the shelter from the rain,
No it's never gonna be the same again.

I've found my way a million times before,
through these mazes and these corridors.
This beaten path, has lead me home...
to where I was and where I belong.

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Friday, December 19, 2008

All I want for Christmas...

oh... wait... I mean... all I want for my birthday is...

Number one on the list is...

A large chunk of uninterrupted time for shooting and writing
agreeable conditions to do it under (nice weather, no guilt trips for bailing on family etc)
and simultaneous creativity to accomplish it with.

Is that too much to ask for?

Oh and then there is always a new lens, and last but not least on my list is your typical girl stuff. You know... clothes, jewelery, shoes etc.

But darn a new lens would be good...

Monday, December 15, 2008

TAKE 2

"Bet you can't eat just one!" It's an old Lay's Chip slogan but it just as easily could have been Satan's famous one liner when he tempted Eve with the fruit of the forbidden tree.

Ohhh.... will have to try it again some other time... just not with it right now.

Monday, December 1, 2008

And they lived happily ever after!

At one time or another both my boys were/are adamant about marrying me which of course I take as the highest form of flattery and of course I tell them that I already married Daddy and so I can't marry them. Just the other day S. being the math master mind and ingenious child that he is came up with a plan. This is how our conversation went.

"I'm gonna marry you Mommy."
"S. we talked about this already, Mommy can't marry you. I already married Daddy."
"And we don't unmarry right Mom?"
"Right" I respond.
"But Mom," he follows,"Dad is older then you right?"
"Right" again I say, as always. It is at that precise moment I realize what his little brain is collaborating.
"So when Dad dies you'll still be alive and then I can marry you!"

What's a girl to say?