Sunday, November 28, 2010

a little about me

Alright, I'm going to admit I'm not doing so great at this blog thing.. I have become too reserved I believe. I think I'd be too reserved even in writing a private diary. It is just something I haven't done in a long time. I guess it's about time I share some stuff.

My memory is shot...
Without even realizing it, and for no reason that I can think of, I have blocked out at least 90% of my childhood. I don't think I had a bad childhood... in fact I had a pretty good one. A few years ago I was telling a friend's mom how my mom's divorces didn't bother me. I honestly didn't think they did. I don't remember ever being sad or anything when I was young. My mom's side of my family pretty close and I was always surrounded by them or friends. I never felt like I wasn't loved because I knew my mom would do anything in the world for me. I was told though that it did bother me and it showed. I'm not sure why I don't remember it. I don't remember much of anything really.. I can name some big events in my childhood. 

I remember playing with hot wheels in the kitchen floor with my cousin, and then getting in trouble for saying "shit." I remember my other cousin throwing a basketball at me and knocking the wind out of me. I remember hiding in the cave that was in our old house and pretending to have the hiccups so my cousin would feel better, and I remember him calling me out on it. I remember sitting on the bed and my mom told me if I wanted to beat him up I could. I remember going to my best friends house and jumping on the trampoline with her brother. I remember one time we washed my hair on her bed in a big bowl of water because she wanted to play with my hair..

Even into high school and adulthood I forget stuff if its not a big event.. I remember my wedding, the day my husband left for deployment, the day I found out I was pregnant, when he got home and the day my daughter was born.. I remember big events but most stuff I just don't remember. I hate when I'm talking to an old friend and they're like "oh my gosh remember when we did this..." and I honestly don't remember.. I hate it but I just can't help it.

The best job ever...
I quit the best job I ever had because I couldn't stand my boss, who got fired not long after I left. I worked for a newspaper in a community I love and I got to do the things I loved all day and got paid for it. Honestly nothing excites me more than rushing to a house fire and just walking around taking pictures (don't get me wrong here.. I feel horrible for the family involved, but fire looks cool on film). Or taking pictures of architecture. I loved getting all the angles and I loved being able to show the community what they missed. I hate now that I see something happened and I'm curious but I never know because I'm not on the inside anymore. I also loved the design part of the job. Just clicking around on the computer and designing pages of a newspaper. I loved making it look interesting and fun to read. I hate it looks so pathetic now and it seems like the staff is just clueless..
Here is one of my favorite shots from my job.


  1. oh man. this post resounds with me! *sigh* i miss the paper too! read it and asked if this was my post! lol!

  2. I absolutely LOVE your background!! :)
    xo, Jamie