Monday Mishaps ~ Wrong Day!

Okay, I have another one for you. Heck, y’all probably noticed it last week, lol. (See Happy Hump Dayย of last week) That’s right… the dreaded “I’m On the Wrong Dang Day!” mishap.

I know I’m not the only one who has ever done this… but I seem to do it a lot more than most people I know. With five boys, and it being Summer Break from school, the days sort of blend together. Add in a bit of brain damage and I don’t always remember what day it is, much less what I’m supposed to be doing on any given day. Enter my Google calendar. I have that puppy so color coded, some days look like a veritable rainbow of activities and possibilities. EVERY person in my household has their own color, plus there are my business and dance troupe calendars. My Google calendar is synced with my laptop… my tablet… and even my iPod.

You’d think with all those reminders I could maybe… possibly… okay hopefully, remember what day it was. Unfortunately, this is not the case (see above). So, I hope y’all can forgive me if every now and then (or more) something gets posted on the wrong day, lol.

Where Have I Been?

I know, I disappeared on y’all. ย Where, pray tell, have I been? Well… my family and I went on a vacation/trip. We traveled for two weeks to see family and friends throughout Utah and Colorado. I did some photo sessions for said friends and family for fun, went to several theme parks and just had an all-around good time.

Part of me wanted to make sure I had posts scheduled and ready to go while I was gone, but that just didn’t happen. And I was okay with that. I used to kill myself trying to do all these things before I went out of town. If you haven’t already seen, I have five kids… getting all of them ready along with myself and my hubby to go on a trip is a bit like mobilizing an army of easily distracted puppies. I’m usually grabbing things and packing right up until we walk out the door. As you can imagine, throwing in blog posts and such before leaving can just make life that much more… crazy.

A couple years ago, my hubby and I sat down, at his insistence, and talked about my tendency to just… overdo it. After some pretty major health scares that kept me pretty much confined to a bed for several months, we both decided that my family and my health is much more important than worrying about blog posts, and that vacation time, was to be just that – VACATION. So, while I take my laptop and camera with me… photos aren’t really edited, blog posts aren’t set up and I try to avoid too much time online whether on Facebook, Pinterest or trolling through my emails. Sometimes, it helps that we have limited internet access while out of town, too. ๐Ÿ˜€

So, I’m sorry for the two week long silence, but as you can see… time with my family is so much more important to me. That being said. I’ll have some posts about projects I worked on while gone (because hello… lots of time traveling in a van gives one lots of time to work on small projects, read and torment my children), photos I took, sessions I did and thoughts on life with five boys (six if you count my husband). Stay tuned for more!

CMe Boutiqe & Seraphina Fire @ The Belly Swap Sale

Recently I had the opportunity to display and sell my wares and talents at the Belly Swap Sale and Hafla. Every year Shifting Sands hosts a belly swap where vendors and members can bring in their wares, their costumes they no longer use, jewelry and many other items having to do with belly dancing and not having to do with it. The amazing ladies in my troupe, Seraphina Fire, are not only talented in their dancing, but we’re all pretty crafty as well.

Seraphine Fire purchased vendor space, and set up shop.

It wouldn’t be Seraphina Fire if there weren’t a few… shenanigans.

And this year, I actually left with more money than I spent… though not much, lol.

Photography ~ Super Moon 2013

This year’s Super Moon (or the day when the moon is the closest to the Earth and brightest it will be) was June 23, and I made sure I took the opportunity to try my hand at photographing it! Not too bad for my first time ever. I know what I want to do and what I don’t want to do next time. I have a whole year to get it figured out. ๐Ÿ˜€

My First Miracle

While this blog is about my business, my photography and projects – it’s also about me and my life. I am a happily married mother of five boys. Yes, you read that right… FIVE BOYS. And yes, according to all who know me, it is quite ironic. I am a self-proclaimed girly-girl who loves to dance, lusts after shoes, purses and clothing and is more likely to have a different color polish on my fingers and toes every time you see me. I don’t really like camping, dirt or sports (much to my hubby’s chagrin – he played sports all through high school and college), and am known to take my flat iron and makeup on the one campout a year that I am willing to attend (family reunion) despite the funny looks it garners.

While it would have been nice to have at least one girl, I wouldn’t change the fact that I have my boys for all the money in the world. Why? Because… I wasn’t supposed to be able to have children of my own due to serious female health issues as a child. But how? You ask… Meet my first miracle:


This is Mr. D. He’s my oldest son, and he’s a miracle twice over. Once – by even being conceived. Twice – by clearing the way for his siblings. That’s right, he cleared the way, according to my doctors. Because of my unexpected, and unplanned pregnancy with D. all scar tissue was broken up. Not really something you hear all that often… but true, nonetheless. Aside from those reasons, D. is special in other ways. He sees the world differently than most of us do. His diagnosis of Aspergers did nothing to change our feelings for him, aside from making it easier to understand his lack of fear, impulse control and filters.

Yes, he rarely meets our eyes… has a shorter fuse than his brothers… is content to turn the music up and zone out… and doesn’t always understand why tact should be used. But, he’s brilliant with music – has a quirky sense of humor – loves toting around his baby brother – and is growing to be a tall (over 5’9″ already), strong and downright amazing young man. Happy 14th Birthday, D!


Monday Mishaps – The Butt Dial…


Okay, so I figure you can’t get through life without a little humor. And since I don’t like to make fun of someone … unless they’re thinking it’s funny too… I figured I’d put myself out there for the laughter and to remind us all… don’t take yourself so seriously!

Every Monday (hopefully) I’ll put up a post about some mishap I may have had over the last week… or one that I remembered from before that. Hopefully, they’ll give you the laugh (after the fact) that they gave me… Or they’ll serve as a “Gee, I probably shouldn’t do that” reminder! So, here goes:

Have you ever thought, “Oh, I’ll just tuck my phone back here in this pocket! It’ll be out of the way, and I’ll feel it if it vibrates.”? Come on, you know you have! I think anyone with a cell phone has. You tuck that phone away, because you don’t have the hands for it, or you just need a handy place to put it while your hands are busy elsewhere… I’m here to say that may not always be your best choice. ๐Ÿ˜€

This past weekend I was in the middle of an engagement session when it happened. Normally, I’d turn my phone off, but my hubby was working, and I needed my phone available for my kids. There I was… sitting on the side of a hill… and I shifted just enough to activate my phone. Hilarity ensued, but I wasn’t aware of it until much much later. I knew my phone had pressed a few buttons, but I thought I’d caught it quick enough before it dialed. Nope. I had butt-dialed my cousin and his wife later told me that they got garbled sounds… then what sounded to them like, “SHUT YOUR FACE!” Since I’d never say that to a photography client… unless it was my sister… I know that’s not what I said, but I can’t for the life of me remember what exactly I DID say! This isn’t the first time something like this has happened to our family:

My husband once hip-dialed me from work. I could hear him in the background and thought he had put me on a sort of hold while dealing with a customer. Nope, the phone was in his pocket and he WAS in fact talking to a customer (he was a store manager of a major paint company at that time). I wasn’t sure of this one my end, however, and proceeded to say loudly, “HELLOOOOO! CAN YOU HEAR ME?!” At this point, all my husband hears is a voice coming from below his belt… and with his sense of humor it became even funnier because he looked suitably horrified that his crotch was talking to him…

Needless to say, he knew the customers who thought it was funny, and I’m glad I didn’t butt-dial a brand new client of mine. Although, family may never let me live it down… I think from now on, I’ll tuck my phone into my camera bag, if I need it at all. ๐Ÿ˜€