So, I had a lovely lady call me about doing Christmas-card pictures for her family and she said she wanted to hire me, because
“I love your humor in your blog posts, and I thought, ‘I think this girl is kind of funny.'”
Um, excuse me?! Did we just become BEST FRIENDS?!
Yup. You really get me. I’m thinking let’s just go ahead and include me in the Christmas card shot. I’ll bring a tripod.
What’s so funny is that as of November 2018, my daughter wants to be a stand-up comedienne when she grows up. Talk about trying to win over my heart (or desperately trying to win your parent’s affection). My darling, I love you already. You don’t have to get your own Netflix special to try and make me happy.
But if you get to grow up and one day host Saturday Night Live, I FULLY EXPECT to be a guest in your monologue. I don’t know, we’ll make a joke about how I’m the oldest living lady who still quotes old Will Ferrell movies, or something. Not to worry. We’ll figure it out.
Getting back on track–my point is that my 4-8ish fairly consistently loyal blog readers must get super bummed when I don’t post in a while, and I apologize.
The problem is that I’m totally out of jokes; my brain is empty. This is a sign that I have too much on my plate. I teach pre-algebra part time at our local community college, and I try to bring them back from flatlining on fractions with some silly jokes. The ones they really loved the other day were
What do you call a bunch of friends who do math together? Algebros.
What do you call a bunch of little kids who do math together? Pre-algebros.
It brought the house down.
Just kidding. Obviously. They’ve really created a little class community and have come together to give me a collective groan/eye roll combination. I’ve sort of forgotten what real laughter sounds like.
So, here’s the point and the big, big news:
I’ve been sitting on a little secret for a month. I’ve been accepted to Baylor’s Ed.D. program!! I’m over-the-moon excited.
I went to campus today to pick up my books, get my student ID, and of course……get the sweatshirt. It’s not officially official until you go to the campus bookstore and get the sweatshirt.
So, since I have
- momma (including maid, chef, and chauffeur services)
- wifey (yes, he still tolerates me)
- teacher (LSC and teaching photography/Photoshop classes)
- photographer (still traveling and shooting regularly)
- coach (Shoot with Passion®)
- volunteer (Harvard interviewer and Houston fair organizer)
- student (Baylor Bears!!)
on my plate, I have to give up something. I’m thinking that I am going to have to really scale back on taking pics in the new year. That being said, if you want pics, I am going to be a crazy person taking as many jobs as I can between now and January 1. I say it all the time, but if you want a shoot, don’t wait! Call now! Come January, I’m gonna say no, unless you have a really, really, really good story + lots of coffee to give me.
And, I know you’re wondering. Of course I went by the silos.
Love you, guys! xo
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