Easy like Sunday morning

In an attempt to escape the 100+ degree heat, the husband, in-laws and I all decided to find refuge in the lovely Sierra Mountains.
Namely Donner Lake, where on the drive up snow could still be found in small patches alongside the road and capping the surrounding mountains.
After a 5-mile bike ride around the lake— Mother in-law and I checking out the quaint cabins for rent and sale along the water's edge, the boys more than likely checking out the bikini-clad beauties sunning themselves on the public piers— we decided we had more than deserved a break on the beach and a swim in the lake (Oh yes I did go swimming!)
This was the view from my plastic beach chair:



And this was the extent of our late-afternoon activities:



By the time we returned home, the triple digit heat had subsided considerably and all that remained of our afternoon was funky sunburns for Husband (tops of feet, in between toes and knees...was he drunk when he applied sunscreen?!), a mosquito bitten eyelid for me and the complete and total relaxation to not care about our ailments.

Sorry for the late post!

Stellar Saturday

Summer got off to a slow start here on the West Coast but it's certainly making up for lost time now! We had chilly temps throught May but now we're weathering triple digit heat and our poor AC, which we had previously vowed not to turn on 'til July, is working overtime.
The sweltering heat means that there are only a few places of refuge to kill time 'til sundown when it cools down: The movies and the mall.
Luckily, I kept my part-time job at Le Crew so holing up in the mall's air conditioning is called work for me!
After a quick and fun shift at Le Crew, I decided to take a walk around the mall and do a little post-work shopping. Because really, what good is the part-time job's income but for new clothes? That's what I thought.....
Which leads me to my find of the day.
In need of new "weekend" jeans, I headed for Gap and balked at the $75 price tag. A friend suggested I give Old Navy's jeans a second chance after I explained the fact that their jeans were too low cut for me and were made with too much spandex (no one likes jeans that fit perfectly until you've worn them a half-hour and then they're bagging in the seat and you're hiking them up every 30 seconds).
I stopped a sales girl in her tracks and complimented her on her cute jeans. When she confirmed that they were, in fact, Old Navy's Weekend jean I demanded she show me where I could try a pair for myself.
She lead me to the sacred spot and I grabbed a few different sizes, just to be safe.
I didn't need the extra sizes though, my size fit PERFECTLY and I was told that they would stretch just enough to give that perfect "lived-in" relaxed look.
Happy, I marched to the register and did my best to ignore the rest of the cute tops and dresses on the way.
"Oh, did you know these jeans were on clearance?" the cashier asked.
I was more than prepared to pay the $34 for a perfectly fitting pair of Weekend Jeans, but clearance?! I can handle that.
"No, how much are they then?" I asked, trying not to sound too eager in case she had the power to reverse the clearance price or discovered an error in that my perfect jeans were not, in fact, marked down.
"$11" she said. "Actually, we're doing a store-wide sale of 30% off everything so actually they're going to be $8"
Wait.....WHAT?!
Jeans for less than $10? And Jeans that fit perfectly no less?
"Sold" I said.
With the change, I treated myself to Jamba Juice and upon returning home, I got a high-five from Husband for my ability to bargain shop so well.
It's the little things people...

Megan and the Delegates

Earlier this week, I was asked to photograph a luncheon of some of New Job's head honchos meeting with delegates from Japan at a local mansion. I was told lunch would be over at 1:30 so to be on the safe side, I decided to arrive at 1:15 to scope out a decent picture locale and to allow for the trek over (in 90+ degree heat I might add).

Mid-video editing I glanced over at my desk clock and, oh crap, it was 12:52 and the mansion was several blocks over. I jumped up from my desk, grabbed the camera and detachable flash and assembled the camera en-route to the elevator.

I was told there would be a butler (A BUTLER!) expecting me and that he would show me to the room where the luncheon was being held. However, when I arrived at the mansion the front door was merely cracked and there was no butler to be seen.

Keeping calm, I tip toed down the long hallway until I began to hear voices in the room at the end of the hall. 'Perfect, this is it' I thought. Except, upon closer eavesdropping, the voice I heard was giving a history of the mansion and the former governor who'd called the place home.

"Oh great, this is a school tour...I'm supposed to be photographing Japanese delegates and presidents of big companies and I've got the room with the Girl Scout tour....where the F is this thing?"

Apparently my standing outside the barely open door caught the eye of the tourguide who said to his audience "And that will have to do because I think your photographer is here."

Wait, what?!

I looked at my watch, it was only 1:15! I thought I was EARLY but they're finished? That mean's technically....I'm LATE!

I nervously walked into the room where dozens of Japanese business men smiled at me, and I attempted as best I could to avoid eye contact with the Head Honcho's from New Job.

The Tourguide, who wound up being the Butler too, brought me a step ladder and Head Honchos herded the delegates over to a corner of the room for their photo session.

As the room was a touch on the dark side I quickly tested the light and shot a few test photos when I noticed the flash wasn't going off.

And that's when I remembered, per Boss' request, I store the flash sans batteries. My batteries were back at my desk, in the camera bag where I'd stashed them after the last photo assignment.

"Uhm excuse me, sir? You wouldn't happen to have any double A batteries I could borrow....I seem to have left mine," I quitely and quickly asked the Butler.

I nervously turned back to the corner where Head Honchos and Japanese Delegates were all standing, looking at me expectedly like "What kind of photographer is this?! Shouldn't she be taking the D*** picture now? We're hot, we're in suits and WE'RE BORED!"

Butler came back with two boxes of batteries and said "I don't know if these are any good but you're welcome to try."

Gee, thanks....because that doesn't make me look more like a prized idiot.

I quickly jammed the batteries into the flash, silently cursing myself and praying to God that I get a decent shot.

I once again turned back to my group of waiting Suits who were now coughing and chuckling uncomfortably.

Ok, I get it guys you've had your lunch and you're ready to get this picture over with so you can go....I'm sorry, I'm an idiot today.

Holding the camera I climbed up the three steps of the step ladder, careful not to flash too much leg or un-wrap the fold of my conservative black wrap dress. As I stepped up to the third step (a mere 2 1/2 feet of the ground, mind you) the room erupted in a unison "oooohhh" not totally unlike the aliens in Toy Story.

Panicked that I'd had a wardrobe malfunction or missed one of the Suits passing out from heat stroke or dropping dead from the sheer boredom of waiting for the photographer (me), I looked up to see that what they were Ooh-ing at was.....me.

Confused, I gave a few nervous giggles and tugged my dress closed just out of precaution.

"Don't fall" one of the Suits said.

It's not even 3 feet, you're OOOhing for THAT?

And just like that, whooosh, it started at my toes and took off to my head, I felt my face turn an embarrased bright red Hot Pink.

"Alright everyone squeeze in and SMILE" I nervously said.

Click, Click, Click and.... No flash.

Screw it, I thought. You can fix it in photoshop, just take the damn picture and get OUT OF THERE!

"Oh, do you want me to turn up the lights, is it too dark in here" Butler asked.

"Uhm, yeah, that'd be great" ANYTHING to get more light in here and PLEASE God, let me be able to fix this in photoshop, I thought.

A few more clicks of the camera and I was done.

"Ok thank you everyone, that was great," I said, already planning my hasty exit.

But before I could begin my decent from the stepstool that apparently rivals Everest three of the Suits started toward me, arms outstretched with.....Cameras.

"Oh, you want pictures too?" DAMN

"Ok, and you, too? Oh and you Sir? Ok sure"

Back up Everest I went, two cameras in each hand, plus one around my neck.

"Let's see how well I can juggle, shall we?" I said, expecting the room to at least chuckle a little.

YOU COULD HEAR CRICKETS....they stared at me blankly again as if to say "just take the damn picture, lady"

OK...

I quickly hung the cameras off each of my arms like a giant, camera Christmas Tree and snapped the fastest round of pictures I could manage.

"Alright that oughta do it, thank you all, have a wonderful time in Sacramento,"

And with that I hopped down from Everest (to another chorus of Oooohs) and bolted.

I'm pretty sure I left skid-marks.

At least those Japanese Delegates will have a fun story about the dingy, camera juggling California photographer......

Case of the Mondays

After several busy weeks at work, it's high time this girl get back into the swing of things. Not only have I hosted a younger sister while she undergoes training for a new job, worked my usual 8-5 and picked up shifts at J.Crew, this busy chick has also been freelancing for the magazine that I interned for 2 glorious years ago.

So while I have kept plenty busy outside of the blogosphere, I have a restless audience (Hi, mom!) that's relentless in letting me know how much I've slacked.

Plus I've missed it....

Because Mondays get such a bad rep (albeit deserved) I figured I'd start out with a few things that really made my day (or not).

First the 'Or Not's':

-Thanks a lot audio input on the Mult Box at last week's convention for only revealing how much you distort the sound AFTER I've exported the 6 minute video I edited down from an hour, and therefore deeming it necessary to splice together the audio and video SEPERATELY, 'cuz that will only take about a million years!

- Thanks a lot HORMONES for making any ounce of inconvenience seem like the end of the world. Oh, and for that crying jag I had in the car. Super-fun!

- Thanks a lot hole in the ozone for my lovely sunburn. I look (and feel) really cute in this shade of red!

-Thanks a lot mom and dad, for sharing that darn link that transports me to the BVI's....only through my computer screen, because that doesn't make me want a vacation but at all!

Now the thanks for real:

-Thank you to my boss' husband for taking time out of his afternoon to walk me through Audacity over the phone, I think my computer would have taken a 15 story leap out the window if you hadn't have been so patient.

- Thank you Audacity for helping me splice the audio back with the video so that my project doesn't look like a bad Jackie Chan movie

-Thanks to those darned hormones, for that lets me know that I am not in fact pregnant and my life can resume normalcy after a 7 day hiatus (TMI! TMI!)

- A Big thank you to my wonderful husband for putting up with said hormones and the aforementioned crying jag, for if it weren't for you, there are days that I might be tempted to take a 15 story leap out my office window

- There is no thank you in disguise for the sunburn, this sucks, and I hate you.....makeup looks all wrong on my face and my necklaces and shirts hurt my shoulders and chest. I'm not thankful for you at all

and finally,

- Thank you mom and dad for finally taking a vacation, you guys deserve it and the time away from all of us girls only means you're that much happier to see us when you come home. That, and you'll be that much more relaxed for our family vacation in July.

In closing, I'd also like to give a shout out to Me, who is allowing herself the pleasure of devouring Dreyer's Chocolate Peanut Butter Cup ice cream while watching Sex and the City reruns.

You're welcome!

Wonderful Wednesday

Today was not too shabby. Here's why:

-I'm almost done editing the videos from last week's work convention. Lemme tell you, 6 days of hearing the same diatribes about policy, the mess that is California and the gubernatorial race non-stop is enough to make a girl crazy. Luckily, editing is still fun and challenging, so at least the work's interesting.

-I'm re-reading a favorite book of mine on how to be more like Southern Women. I always crave iced tea and a sweet-as-honey drawl when I read it.

-It's my movie night tonight, meaning I get to pick the flick and guess what? It will not be one of the following: IronMan, Spiderman, Batman...any of the "man's" really, StarWars or StarTrek nor will it be any part of any trilogy (I'm looking at you Lord of the Rings, Indiana Jones and the Matrix)



And finally....and here's the really cool news:

I was contacted by a previous employer to do some freelance work for a lovely sum. I gladly accepted and am hoping it's just the start I need to bust into the magazine industry. Stepping stones, people. Stepping stones!



Now, the Dirty dozen:



1. Would you rather host party or simply attend a party?

Hosting would be more fun if I lived in a house. I would love to throw dinner parties, Barbeques and maybe a fun movie night but living in an apartment makes hosting a hassle of finding free parking spots and not enough kitchen/living space.

On the other hand, I do love a good party, are you hosting??

2. Tell us about the most memorable party you've been to.
Too many...my mom was always great at making sure our birthdays were memorable, from the cake, to the party games to the song she would sing us to sleep. But quite possibly the best party I've ever attended, was my wedding. The family was all together celebrating and supporting the huge step Danny and I were taking and the party lasted well into the evening. It was a blast and I have the pictures to prove it.


3. What is one thing you hope for in the after-life?

To see everyone I love in their happiest, healthiest state. To laugh and love and eat and drink and reminisce on all the good times and never have to say good-bye.

4. What do you enjoy most about sunshine?

The warmth....as someone who is always cold, there's nothing better than letting the sun warm your face or your back.

5. When you attend a bridal/baby shower, do you prefer to bring your own gift or chip in with others to buy a larger gift?
Bring your own and like I always say "go big or go home" I'll host my first baby shower for Big Sister this fall and I've already started getting ideas.


6. Would you rather have a FREE week of having your house cleaned or all of your meals cooked for you and your family?
Uhm....the meals cooked, duh! "What should we have for dinner?" has been a daily question at my house for as long as I can remember. It would be heavenly if someone would have dinner made and ready for me when I walked through the door.


7. What song describes your mood today?
Mr. Bluesky by ELO...it's my current favorite good mood song

8. What is something you received for your own bridal shower/wedding that you still own or use? (If you are not married, feel free to sub a gift you received a long time ago.)
Most everything, pots and pans, hand towels, bath towels, silverware....it's only been 5 years....on second thought, maybe it's time to buy new stuff....
9. Your favorite flavor of ice cream is?

10. When was the last time you felt "tested?"
Job interviews always make me feel like there's a right answer, I just have to find it. They feel like a pop quiz that I forgot to study for.

11. "[Fill in the blank] is a food that once I start eating I find really hard to stop."
Goldfish, Gummy Bears, Carrots, Ice, M&M's...just about anything bite sized and convenient and yummy.

12. "-----" is the best motivation.
Fear of failure and disappointment. The worst punishment to receive as a child was to be told I had disappointed my mom and dad. The same goes for any superior in my adulthood, I strive to please and exceed expectations.

That's all for now.....tonight's feature: Definitely, Maybe

About a boy...

Ten years ago, I met a boy.

He was kind and friendly to a girl at a new school and although we didn't talk much that first year, everyday I looked forward to a friendly smile from the red-headed, freckled boy at school.

We became acquaintances.

The following year, the boy and I were seated next to each other in English.

We talked movies, we talked T.V shows and I helped him with class assignments.

We became friends.

After a few months of book reports, group tests and note passing in class, the boy asked me out on a date.

I said yes.

That date turned into a kiss, which turned into a relationship, which turned into love.

Five years later, we were married.

Three cities, four apartments, nine jobs and two cats later that red-headed, freckled boy has turned into a man capable of taking care of a family.

Together we've weathered the highest of highs and the lowest of lows; rough patches that have brought us to our knees and joys that have had us laughing 'till we cried.

And through it all, if there is one thing I've always known I could count on, it's been a smile from that red-headed, freckled guy I call Husband.

Random Wednesday

1. Please share one memory of your high school graduation.
Our commencement speech was amazing and one my mother continues to quote to this day. The speech centered loosely around Dr. Suess' book 'Oh the places you'll go,' which is a traditional high school graduation gift in my family, and the importance of wearing comfortable shoes because you're going to walk a lot of miles in this life. Truer words have never been spoken.

2. What is one "Emergency Use" item you keep in your vehicle.
I have a warm blanket, anti-bacterial hand gel, a reflective sunvisor and umbrellas...oh, and a granola bar in the glove box (just as much for actual emergencies as it is for hungry, cranky husbands that need to eat)

3. In your region, do you celebrate graduation open houses? If so, how many open houses, bridal showers, weddings, graduations are on your upcoming events calendar?
For all of our graduations my mother held an open house and displayed our academic achievements for friends and family to fawn over. For my high school graduation I had racks upon racks of dance costumes, a heap of used pointe shoes and my dance photos. It was also my mother's brilliant idea to sew us each a quilt with pictures from childhood up to graduation coupled with quilt squares that relatives wrote encouraging/loving/congratulatory notes on. Mine is and will always be a treasured keepsake and memory of the love and support I have from my family.
This summer, surprisingly, I don't have any graduations, bridal showers or weddings to attend...guess my fun party dresses will have to keep each other company in the back of my closet....
4. Tell me one truth you believe about motherhood.
Being the best mom is a choice, and not necessarily the easiest choice to make day in day out. I remember my mom once said to me "I don't feel like being a mom today." That may sound like a horrible thing to say, but actually, it made me realize that the things my mom did/does for me and my sisters is not required of all mothers, it's a choice and some mothers may choose not to do them. My mom wakes up everyday and makes the choice to be a good mom, to do the things she may not want to do but does anyways because she loves her kids.

5. What was the last thing you broke.
I don't remember the last thing I broke, but I do remember the funniest thing I broke and how I broke it! Husband and I were having an argument about something (obviously not anything too important,right?) I was standing near our cluttered counter where there was a lint roller brush standing up on its end. I got so mad that mid-argument I grabbed the handle of the roller brush and BANG!-BANG!-BANG!- smashed it to smithereens against the counter. I imagine it replaying in slow motion, me hollering about whatever, hair gone amok, maybe some spittle flying out of my mouth and shards of plastic and tape flying about my head as Orff's O Fortuna plays in the background. (click the link, picture the situation and laugh 'til you cry....that's what I do!)

6. On average how many pieces of junk mail do you receive daily?
Usually 2-3, without a doubt a credit card offer, a couple of grocery ads and an insurance offer from Geico or the local State Farm branch. Luckily we have a trash can near the mailboxes so they never make it back to our house!

7. Do you like to shop by catalog?
I like to window shop by catalog and then check it out in person. I have a *difficult* (to put it nicely) body to shop for so trying things on to see how they fit/drape/lay is a necessary evil. I would love to be one of those types that can flip through a catalog, shop in a store or browse online and pick things up without a worry at how they'll fit.....sigh, it's just not in the cards for me and never has been.

8. Is lawn maintenance at your house a "his job," "her job," "his/her job" or a "that's why we have teenagers" job?
No yard! Things that are "his job" at our house is litter boxes, taking out the trash and dishes (apparently I don't load the dishwasher to his liking, fine by me!). The rest (laundry, cooking, cleaning) is up to me.

9. Which room would you like to redecorate in your home?
All of it! I'd love to be able to paint or buy decorative things like a mirror and knick-knacks, but I lack a single aesthetic to stick to... Ican see it in my head, I just don't know what to call it. Oh, that and I'd so much rather buy clothes and shoes than house stuff. Clothes and shoes I know, paint swatches and knick-knacks? It's all greek to me....

10. Do you read a newspaper regularly or do you read most of your news online?
Our office gets the Sacramento Bee daily, so I try to pick one up in the morning but for my hometown news and hyper-local coverage, I go online as they don't deliver out of their areas.

11. Do you believe everything happens for a reason?
How could you not?! I also believe that God never gives you more than you can handle, and on that note, some people can handle more than others. (A pearl of wisdom from good ol' Dad)

12. Are you worried about doing things right or doing the right things?
I feel like I have a pretty solid moral compass so doing the right thing has never been difficult for me to do. However, as a worrier and a bit of a perfectionist, doing things the right way, the first time has always been something I struggle with. I demand some pretty lofty expectations of myself and have been told to not get so caught up in the expectation that I lose sight of whats realistic... I'm a work in progress!