it'll be okay.

I have been asked to do some PR photography for Community Medical Center. Isn't that crazy?! It's very exciting and I'm super duper grateful for the opportunity, but I'm so nervous and terrified. I'm dreading it!

Headshots? Me? The lady did say she wanted non-headshot - headshots...but uh..what does that mean.

My first session is for a wife husband team of heart surgeons who have five children. I have to get pictures of them individually, as a team, wearing scrubs and not, and then with their children and then these things called hobby shots which highlight their "personal" side.

I'm terrified.

1 - they're adults. Like smart adults.
2 - its indoor stuff too. I hate indoor stuff.
3 - I don't 100% know what the PR dept wants.
4 - I just feel very unprofessional all of a sudden.

So I've been stressing about it since I found out but today I had a revelation.

Who cares? I'll do my best. I'll be me.
If the pictures are great, the hospital will call me again.
If they aren't, then I won't have these nerve wracking...nerveracking?... shoots again. I doubt will it end Sprinkle if I'm not successful at Business Photography.

But I still don't wanna!!!

Deep breath. Step away from the ledge. I think I can. I think I can. I think I can..

a relatively predictable routine of hormonal imbalance.

I have one day a month, a rather predictable 5 or 6 days before a certain aunt comes to visit, that I cry. I mean I cry and I cry and I cry. The most minute thing will set me off. The world is ending. We have no money. I'm a bad friend. I'm a lazy mother. I'm an uncaring wife. I am stupid and ugly and weak and dumb and annoying...you get the picture.

Today was that day.

Now, I know that tomorrow or the next day the way I feel right now will be a funny memory as it is every month. Hindsight is a wonderful thing.

But in the midst of today, I was in the very depths of despair.

In about two days, I will hate the world. I will yell without cause at almost anyone or anything. I will cuss at hangers that get stuck to clothes. I will hate other drivers for turning too slow. I will scream at the remote control for getting lost. My husband will do no right, and my children will do all wrong.

The next day I will go on my fastest, longest run of the month.

Two days before the crying day and two days after, I could sleep all day - anywhere. I believe I could fall asleep on these days in the middle of a f5 tornado while the world blew away. It's a comatose like sleepy unfazed by coffee consumption by the gallons or sugar intake by the pound.

From the sleeping day till the good run day I will eat everything I see. I will eat pickles from the jar followed by kettle corn followed by vanilla flavored baking chips followed by vanilla flavored baking chips WITH buttered popcorn followed by cheese slices followed by ramen followed by.... I think solely of food. It all sounds divine. I eat. everything.

Somewhere in the midst of the food binge, I have bouts of nausea. At the time I find the nausea to not be at all related to the lovely mixture of highly un-nutritious delicacies with which I have stuffed my body.

So to recap. For a span of a week and a half or so:
I am cranky.
I cry.
I am unimaginably sleepy.
I crave weird food combinations.
I get nauseous.
I have unexplained bouts of energy.

And while I am obviously aware of this predictable routine of hormonal imbalance, every month, without fail, I believe I am pregnant.

Read through that list one more time. Yeah. Makes sense, huh?

Today was the crying day. I have four or so days until I get a verdict.

If you followed the time line accurately you know to stay away from me on Thursday.

being a girl sucks.

a recent project.

In case you weren't aware, money does not fall from trees as of late. I know - it's shocking really.
So, since Sprinkle of Grace has been, um, what's the word? Um, oh, yes, S-L-O-W, lately, I used my spare time to be creative. And I came up with those things.


I'm contemplating opening an etsy store. They would be custom designable - the customer would choose a word, a quote, and a background color and I'd create it, order the professional print and send it their way. They could buy sets or just one...sizes would vary. I'm not really sure...do you think it'd be worth it? I already have all the letters although I still want to find more...

If nothing else, it was so fun making them.

Oh, and the words would all be verbs. Like inspire, not inspirational. Or dream. Not dreams. Is that stupid? Is the whole idea stupid? eh, even if it was...they look cool on my chicken wire bulletin board. :)

believe.

If more stories like this were written, celebrated and heard, maybe we wouldn't be losing faith in the human race. We have our good moments too.

http://highschool.rivals.com/content.asp?CID=914609

Are you still in?

I posted a capitol 10k post on the finishing the race blog. The link is on the right...
Read it, comment, email, call, text, something me and let me know where you stand with this race that is right around the corner!
Yikes!

a note.

Mason just gave me this note.

Wil yoo ples play basbol if yoo do play basbol with my I wil lech yoo win.

No isn't an option, is it?

They speak for themselves.