Archive | July, 2010

This Week @ MamaPop (And A Bonus Guest Post)

30 Jul

Well, folks, it’s that time of the week again. This week has been crazy busy and filled with some awesome posts. Did you get a chance to read them? No? Then get on it! I’ve also included a link to a guest post over at My Tornado Alley by my lovely wife. If you read anything this week, you need to read that post! Why? Because it’s awesome and I told you to! So, what are you waiting for? Go!

Tuesday’s Post: Marvin Gaye Helps Make Babies. This Playlist Will Too

Thursday’s Post: Bieber Fever Invades My Hometown

Bonus Guest Post By My Wife Over At My Tornado Alley: My Soul Speaks

Snap Judgments

27 Jul

And then it hit me. I am a total and complete asshole. At times, I have a superhuman ability to disgust myself. Normally, I just piss off others. I have been doing this for years now, so I am at peace with this. But now, my penchant for making snap judgments has started to affect my soul. And for this, I must apologize.

Most days, I fancy myself a pretty decent person. I consider myself to be extremely open-minded and very liberal with my opinions. You could be a crazy goat fucker that traveled the world with your conjoined gay twin and I wouldn’t care. As long as the goat is totally consenting and your gay conjoined twin is game, go for it. Whatever floats your boat is fine by me. See, my problem lies within my own mind. I have a nasty habit of judging people based off my initial impression. About 90% of the time, this works out to my advantage. That may sound a little cocky and shitty, but I think I have a pretty good knack for spotting life’s big time bullshitters. It’s that other 10% that make me wonder if I am actually as good of a person as I think I am.

This latest revelation all started with a simple email exchange. Upon logging into Gmail and sorting through the madness, I stumbled upon an email in which the sender was familiar. This person really didn’t know me, but thanks to the internets, I knew a little bit about her. Up to this point, she would have no reason to email me. No reason at all. But in the past couple of weeks leading up to the email, things had changed. All of the sudden, we were actually working together. I was the new kid on the block. She was the wiley veteran. The email was short, simple, and to the point. Still, something about it rubbed me the wrong way. She was merely asking me to do her a favor by switching work schedules with her. On the grand scheme of things, it was really no big deal. Being it was my first day on the job, my ego got the best of me. I felt slighted. I felt like I was the new kid in school and I just got stuffed in my locker by a senior. Cry me a fucking river, right?

A few weeks went by and I calmed down a bit. Then, out of the blue, another email came my way. The tone and the content of the email were exactly the same. She was even apologetic with her reasoning, but still I was hot and bothered. “Who in the hell does she think she is?”, I thought to myself. She must be crazy. In fact, I know she is.

Based on two small email conversations, I had all but made up my mind about this woman. She was crazy. She was rude. Keep in mind, I have never actually met this person in real life. I didn’t know her story. I haven’t a clue what she has been through in her life. My opinion had formed. There was no changing my stance. That is, until actually sat down and read her blog.

Wow. What. An. Asshole. Open my mouth and insert my foot. I wanted desperately to hate this person. I had already written her off. Remember, my impression of this person was based solely on two measly email interactions. How utterly low of a human being have I let myself become? Am I making a mountain out of an ant hole about this? Maybe. But maybe that is what I need to do.

There was this one story in particular that I stumbled upon. The story was etched full of her beautifully haunting memories. Her pain, hurt, and sadness reached through my screen and bitch-slapped me in the face. I had judged this woman without even knowing a fraction of her ideas, thoughts, or emotions. I instantly became nauseous and sad. Not only for her, but for myself as well.

At this point, I knew I needed to change. I needed to change the way my mind works. I have been struggling with this for my entire adult life. You would think that I would deal with this and get better as I got older. Unfortunately, that couldn’t be farther from the truth. I know that I am not alone in this. A lot of people do the very same thing that I am guilty of. Does that make it right? Certainly not. From this point on, I am going to try my best to be objective as possible. So, to this person, I most sincerely apologize. I am a huge asshole. Thank you for opening my eyes and warming my robotic heart. Well, that is, until the next time somebody pisses me off by way of email.

The Ambrosi Family Adventure

26 Jul

Immediately following Taylor’s senior portraits, I got to shoot the entire Ambrosi family. We roamed the streets of downtown Kansas City and ended up with these excellent shots. Enjoy!

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Taylor Graduates

26 Jul

What happens when you wait until AFTER you graduate to get your senior portraits done? Pure awesomeness, that’s what! The beautiful and lovely Taylor trusted me to with the honor of photographing her for her senior photos and they came out just awesome. Well, I think so anyway! Go take a look for yourself.

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This Week @ MamaPop

23 Jul

This week was filled with great posts and comments over at MamaPop. I wrote about bigotry and how Tony Horton is systematically trying to kill Americans. If you missed out on the fun, please do me a favor an click on the links below! You will be rewarded with 72 virgins in heaven upon your death. Okay, okay, I can’t really promise you that, but it sounded really good.

Tuesday’s post: My Social/Moral Barometer? Sacha Baron Cohen

Thursday’s post: Tony Horton And His P90X Want Me Dead

Mia In The Park

19 Jul

Immediately following the Irwin girls, I had the honor of photographing Heather and her gorgeous little girl, Mia. The cuteness is very dangerous. View these at your own risk!

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A Walk In The Park

18 Jul

Another weekend and another sickeningly cute family shoot! I followed the Irwin girls around and photographed them as they played in the park. These girls couldn’t be more cute if they tried! Come and take a look for yourself.

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This Week @ MamaPop

17 Jul

If you missed my posts over at MamaPop this week, I forgive you. You really should take a little bit of your time, get over to MamaPop, and read my posts for the week, though. I discuss everything from 3-2-1 Contact to Why I think Perez Hilton should be in politics. I even had a bonus post reviewing the lovely Diablo Cody’s new web series Red Band Trailer. So, hurry! Get over there and give me some love.

Tuesday’s Post: 3-2-1 Contact (Yes, I’m Old)

Thursday’s Post: Why Perez Hilton Should Be in Politics

Friday’s Bonus Post: Diablo Cody’s Latest Project: Interviewing Celebrities In A Trailer

Broken: Part Two

16 Jul

“Excuse me, miss. I think you must’ve dropped this.” Confused, I looked down only to notice half of the contents of my purse laying on the floor of the subway car. “Ugh! Get your shit together, Allie.”, I muttered underneath my breath. The polite, little old lady sitting next to me in the overcrowded train was still holding a small, silver cylinder in her hand. “Ah! My lipstick! Thank you so much, ma’am.”, I said as I held out my hand for the offering. “I wouldn’t have been able to make it through the entire day without it.” “My pleasure, darling. Although, I don’t think you really need it.”, she quipped with a motherly tone to her raspy, aging voice. “I must have fallen asleep again.”, I said ever so sheepishly. With a confused look to her face, she shook her head, grinned, and went back to crocheting what looked to be some sort of odd-shaped baby blanket.

Most people hate the subway. They complain about the sights, smells, and the hoards of people. But for me, none of those things have ever bothered me a bit. The subway is my only reprieve from my hectic life. It’s the only part of my day were my thoughts drown in anonymity. At times, I feel like it’s the only place where I can blend into the crowd. My quirky mannerisms and actions are instantly lost amongst the daily shuffle. Most days, I abandon reality as the  screeching and clanking sounds reverberate from the steel tracks. The vibration and swaying motion of the train cars are satisfyingly hypnotic. The hustle and bustle of the organized chaos amazingly all but lull me to sleep. At times, I’ve been so out of it, I missed my stop altogether. That could be partially because I am still half asleep before I even step on board. Today would be no exception. Between drifting off into space and dropping my purse, I failed to notice my stop fly by. In fact, by now, I was four stops beyond my original destination.

“Shit!”, I blurted out as if I had a bad case of Tourette’s Syndrome. With all the grace and splendor of a newborn fawn, I  quickly rose to my feet. The swaying of the train car was not about to let me catch my balance. Before I knew it, I was right back on the floor of the subway picking up the pieces of my purse again. This time around, however, there wasn’t a kind little old lady to help me. As I scrambled to usher every piece of my life back into my bag, I heard a familiar laugh coming from the other end of the car. The shivers than ran up my spine signaled just how shitty my day would become. It had been a year since I had seen him last. And there he was, a mere twenty feet away. I didn’t even have to look up to know it was him. I could hear the soul of his voice. I could feel the bass of his words. The more time I spent on the floor, the more flustered I became. Each curse word that flowed from my mouth came with a stammer and stutter unmatched by a nervous adolescent boy asking a girl out on a first date. Without warning, the train came to a screeching halt. With my heart pounding out of my chest, I scraped up what was left of my belongings and jumped out of the door.

(You can read part one of Broken HERE)

Yesterday @ How To Eat

15 Jul

Did you catch my post over at How To Eat yesterday? What? You didn’t? Well, you are in luck. I just so happen to have the link below! Click and read. Read and click!

How To Eat: Why I Am Fat: The Sabor Edition