June Verdict: Not Too Shabby
It's been a busy month! I turned 33! This did not bother me. The grey hairs on my head, in my nose, and on my nipple (how rude) do not bother me. The fact that I'm closer to exiting the 28-35 section of the demographic does not bother me. Hell, I'm not even bothered by the fact that my Dad was 33 when I was born. My biological clock is not ticking. No, the thing that bothers me is that my body is starting to protest. Not much, just a little bit, but it's noticeable.
For example, my right shoulder has always been problematic. As EVERYONE I KNOW can attest to, it's prone to crack like a gunshot at the slightest provocation. Now it's getting crankier and doing it at even MORE inopportune times. I was at Starbucks a while back, ordering my drink. I reach back to pull out my wallet, and BANG - my shoulder announces its presence. The girl behind the counter, I kid you not, jumped a little, then said "Daaaaaang", while giving me the googly eye, maybe wondering if my arm was going to fall off or something. I could only grin weakly, make a crack about AARP, and shuffled away to a corner to await my daily dose of sweet caffeinated chocolatey nectar.
I've discovered that I can't really ignore my body as much as I used to. I can't, for example, hold a 7 pound camera up to my eyeball for 8 hours straight and expect to NOT be in a significant amount of pain the next day. I should probably work out or something. Can't I just drink smoothies instead? Smoothies are good for you, right?
In other news, my partner and I shot a wedding earlier this month, and it was loads of fun. I took 3610 photos, which is sort of a mind-boggling number. On the one hand, it's good that I didn't miss much, but on the other hand, NOW I HAVE TO GO THROUGH ALL OF THEM.
Oh, and I got a little pal for my birthday. On the evening of my birthday, The Girl huffed and puffed her way up three flights of stairs, rang my doorbell, and handed me a huge box. Turns out it was a three story rat cage!
I've wanted a rat for a while now, but I kept putting it off because it seemed like it was a bit too soon. But Maisie died almost exactly 2 years ago, and she'd probably give me a stern look if she knew I was holding off on getting another little critter because of her. So now I have a little Blue Rat named Biscuit to keep me company. Here's a little video of her I shot yesterday:
http://youtube.com/watch?v=cwtGNcErC_o
Finally, I've been housebound for the last 5 days. I'm not sure exactly what happened, but I was either poked or bitten (or both) on my feet by something I was severely allergic to. And by "severely allergic to", I mean that I couldn't even wear shoes, and had to clean open, blistery wounds, and take antibiotics as a precaution. I couldn't walk without my skin breaking. I still have no idea what it was that got me - I suspect that it happened while I was crashing through the brush on a hill by the beach on the day of the wedding. Next time, I'm wearing my boots!
And now I need to get back to processing photos. I'll leave you with a little slideshow I put together a few days ago. Half of the photos are mine, half of 'em are Rekabek's. All of 'em are pretty awesome, if I do say so myself.
http://redbatphotography.com/saraandmatt/
For example, my right shoulder has always been problematic. As EVERYONE I KNOW can attest to, it's prone to crack like a gunshot at the slightest provocation. Now it's getting crankier and doing it at even MORE inopportune times. I was at Starbucks a while back, ordering my drink. I reach back to pull out my wallet, and BANG - my shoulder announces its presence. The girl behind the counter, I kid you not, jumped a little, then said "Daaaaaang", while giving me the googly eye, maybe wondering if my arm was going to fall off or something. I could only grin weakly, make a crack about AARP, and shuffled away to a corner to await my daily dose of sweet caffeinated chocolatey nectar.
I've discovered that I can't really ignore my body as much as I used to. I can't, for example, hold a 7 pound camera up to my eyeball for 8 hours straight and expect to NOT be in a significant amount of pain the next day. I should probably work out or something. Can't I just drink smoothies instead? Smoothies are good for you, right?
In other news, my partner and I shot a wedding earlier this month, and it was loads of fun. I took 3610 photos, which is sort of a mind-boggling number. On the one hand, it's good that I didn't miss much, but on the other hand, NOW I HAVE TO GO THROUGH ALL OF THEM.
Oh, and I got a little pal for my birthday. On the evening of my birthday, The Girl huffed and puffed her way up three flights of stairs, rang my doorbell, and handed me a huge box. Turns out it was a three story rat cage!
I've wanted a rat for a while now, but I kept putting it off because it seemed like it was a bit too soon. But Maisie died almost exactly 2 years ago, and she'd probably give me a stern look if she knew I was holding off on getting another little critter because of her. So now I have a little Blue Rat named Biscuit to keep me company. Here's a little video of her I shot yesterday:
http://youtube.com/watch?v=cwtGNcErC_o
Finally, I've been housebound for the last 5 days. I'm not sure exactly what happened, but I was either poked or bitten (or both) on my feet by something I was severely allergic to. And by "severely allergic to", I mean that I couldn't even wear shoes, and had to clean open, blistery wounds, and take antibiotics as a precaution. I couldn't walk without my skin breaking. I still have no idea what it was that got me - I suspect that it happened while I was crashing through the brush on a hill by the beach on the day of the wedding. Next time, I'm wearing my boots!
And now I need to get back to processing photos. I'll leave you with a little slideshow I put together a few days ago. Half of the photos are mine, half of 'em are Rekabek's. All of 'em are pretty awesome, if I do say so myself.
http://redbatphotography.com/saraandmatt/
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