NaBloPoMo?

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Did I mention how hard it is to write every day?

This weekend was crazy. Started out awesome.. great Friday, beautiful weather, etc., etc. Things were going my way. The universe seemed to like me. I was looking ahead to a scheduled, but not so busy weekend. I should have recognized the trap.

I scheduled our Holiday picture photo shoot early this year, like this weekend. I was very proud of myself, calling to get the appointment at the time close to what I wanted at one of the studios close to where we live (versus the 25 minute drive to the mall in the ‘burbs). It was all set. I knew what we were all wearing, told the husband, everything was a go.

Saturday morning comes. We are all tired, but in good spirits. Got dressed as if we’re going to a Christmas ball and head over to the studio. “We have a breakdown,” my husband tells me as I step out of the elevator (we took separate cars due to more of my brilliant planning to get Jackie home for her nap on time). I was perplexed. A breakdown? What could have happened?

“We have you down for tomorrow morning,” the manager says. TOMORROW? WHAT? The Universe had turned its back on me.

Come to find out either someone told me the wrong day or my mind played a trick on me once again and I THOUGHT she said Saturday, but it was indeed Sunday. There was no place to fit us in, no cancellations. Oh, one while we were standing there, but at noon. No can do.

Both mornings of my weekend were basically screwed now. I would miss running one of those days due to this craziness not to mention attempting to sleep in. Plus, we were risking Jackie being in a bad mood the next day. I wish I hadn’t thought it.

We get thru Saturday, have a good date night (but not such a good movie) and do it all over again Sunday morning–same outfits and all.

I was ready for a good shoot; tried to put things in perspective that we were doing this WAY early so we’d have December to relax, or at least not rush.. or at least not have something else to do.

Ended up the photographer that I was promised wasn’t that great. This “manager-type person” supposedly got promoted from the other studio because she was so great. Really? I know it’s early on a Sunday and I know your other manager gave me a $50 credit for the problems yesterday, but can you have some personality for my daughter? How about not making me do all the work to get her to smile. I thought we were paying YOU to do that job. Oh, and how about having props that weren’t damaged so the pictures would look somewhat professional?

Thankfully we got a few good shots so we could make our Holiday cards elsewhere, but they basically lost over $100 from us due to all these issues. Look, I take responsibility that I may have, probably, made the mistake about the day, but there’s no excuse for a child photographer to not have a personality and to make our session not-so-fun.

Luckily that was our last session of our membership so we really made out well on the package, along with the credit I received, but this is why I did NOT want to go to this studio. I should have gone with my gut.

The good news? Our holiday cards are ordered and should be here in a week. I wonder if I’ll beat my record of getting our cards out before December 1?

Either way, is that a good excuse on why I didn’t write over the past couple days? It should be šŸ™‚

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About Kathy G

Iā€™m simple, yet complicated. Music is the Soundtrack of my life. I'm always looking for the next best thing and stuff that I haven't heard. I consider myself: Cool, intense, passionate, love people until they piss me off--then love them again. I'm dedicated, honest and one of the best friends you can have (or I do my best to be). Tap dancing is my newest passion. I love my soulmate and husband, Joe, with everything I am. My dreams? This seems to change from month to month, but I'd like to be the following: A Solid Gold Dancer, Contestant on The Gong Show, Madonna for a day, Dance all night at Studio54 in 1978, Travel around with Motley Crue in 1986, Open a kick ass dance club in NYC, Produce an album at Paisley Park, Cause world peace to be possible, be a millionaire so I can give away a lot of money to causes that need it, and win a Grammy. But most of all, I would like to feel at peace and make a profound difference in the world doing something I love.

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  1. I empathize, sympathize and any other “thize” you can imagine. I’m such a planner myself that I completely get this. I’d have gone bizerk and probably given the place a piece of my mind (before I figured out that maybe, just maybe it was me who made the mistake.) Glad you were able to get the pictures done the next day and sad that the person who took the photos was a dud. I’m guessing those pictures are still wonderful because you all are in them. šŸ™‚

    • Trish, Thanks for sharing Roebtr's story with us. I'm grateful for being able to learn more about his struggles with epilepsy. You have fostered a wonderful environment for people to share their stories too.

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