A bunch of hot air...

Went to the 14th Annual Big Country Balloon Fest this weekend. Great music, good food, hot air balloons = good times.

A few photos:Homer Hiccolm and the Rocketboys

Kiddos taking advantage of mom & dad's inattention. ;-)

Bowers Wedding

Had a fantastic time in Wichita Falls this weekend, my sister and I got to shoot the wedding of my cousin Blaine and his beautiful bride Tamara. Here are a few of my favorite shots from the evening.

Monday again?

How does it happen? You wait all week for the weekend, and then suddenly, miraculously, it's gloriously here. And then before you know it, you're back at your desk looking doggedly at another 5 days of workplace bliss. Ugh.

I need a new job. I love the people here, but I hate, HATE answering the phone for a paycheck. I've turned the ringer down, so it's less intrusive, but it still annoys the hell out of me every time it rings. During this post (already), it's rung twice. I try to be as chipper and cheerful as possible, but sometimes I just want to throw the phone through the glass windows that constantly taunt me with their images of trees, sunshine, and freedom.

Why do we (phone call #3) torture ourselves at jobs we don't like in order to maintain our (phone call #4) piss-poor lives? If you have a crappy job, you are likely complaining about it at home, and it probably doesn't pay you what you're worth (or even enough to cover your student loan payments), so your social life probably sucks too. It's an endless depressing cycle.

I know everyone can't have the job of their dreams. If they did, there would certainly not be enough (phone call #5) waste management employees, waiters, and (phone call #6) retail workers. But why can't I have the job of my dreams? (phone call #7)

I'm working on it, building a photography portfolio that I can hopefully put out there and have someone think I'm amazing and wonderful and want to hire me and teach me everything they know. It's out there. I just know it is.

Isn't it?

(phone call #8)

The Diller Family

I had the pleasure of photographing one of my coworker's and his family on Friday evening. They were quite the troopers, following me all around downtown Abilene in search of the perfect family portraits. Here are a few of my favorites!

The heebiejeebies

It was just another quiet lunch hour here at the workplace. Something, however, was causing the hair to raise on the back of my neck. I glanced over my shoulder, and there, resting on the ceiling entirely too close for comfort, was a GIANT roach. He was watching me. It was freaking me out. He was too far away for the RAID to reach, and I wasn't sure what I was going to do. It doesn't make for a pleasant work environment when you keep having to look up over your shoulder and see if the vile creature has inched any closer to you.

Luckily, I have a rather agile CFO who is a bug killing machine. He found the nearest ladder and broom and swept the devil bug off the ceiling (I at this point was standing as far away as possible, RAID can in hand in case he landed in a 10 foot radius of me). The ginormous roach of death was hanging onto the broom for dear life, so I skittered out of the way as Bob neared the trash can. My eyes grew wide as I wondered if he would just leave the horrible insect to find his way out of the trash can and torment me again, but to my great satisfaction he turned the broom over, grabbed the nearest piece of paper and squeezed the final breath from the evil spawn.

CFO 1
Roach 0

Hooray!