So the weekend had some good points and bad points…but could I expect it to finish any better than it started? Those of you who read this blog know that I tend to be pretty vague about anything deep or personal. Those close to me will know what I’m talking about…but the masses might be [...]
So the weekend had some good points and bad points…but could I expect it to finish any better than it started?
Those of you who read this blog know that I tend to be pretty vague about anything deep or personal. Those close to me will know what I’m talking about…but the masses might be confused with the cryptic, mysteriousness of it all. Anyway, to continue my trend, I will simply ask for those of you that pray to pray for my family. Health issues and whatnot…we are going through some tough times. I know that God is faithful…but it’s so hard to remember that these days. Anyway…I appreciate all my friends who continue to support, ask about, and pray for my family.
So aside from the awesome shoot on Saturday with Melissa, the really super-cute model I got to photograph…the rest of the weekend was sort of cool and sort of busty…but not in a good way. Shoots were cancelled on Sunday and Monday for a variety of reasons ranging from lack of wardrobe, miscommunication, rain, dudes installing window blinds. I’m not terribly disappointed because I’m taking rain checks on the shoots. Get it? Rain checks? *grin* On Sunday, I slept in a bit…which was nice…then ran out to Point Loma to get Megan where I was met with a great surprise…she had picked up a lost Marine.
Meg, Evan, and I went to lunch at the Olive Garden…like old times. After a hearty lunch, we went to REI and played with the toys and then headed to the Tea Station where I sipped on tea, sucked down boba, and felt like a minority. Wait. I am a minority. Never mind…
We scouted a random photo shoot location I might use while we drove over to Deanna’s place. There, we basked in our indecisiveness and talked about lizard poo. The rest of the evening was spent driving around yet again scouting shoot locations and somehow we ended up at the Yardhouse (second night in a row for me) for dinner and drinks. Definitely good times.
After a long, fun day…I headed home with Meg in tow and we finished out the evening with a little CSI.
The next day was uneventful…despite the leak in my ceiling. Yes, my ceiling started peeing on me, which was not fun. The only thing that really got wet was my bed, so I was up all night washing my linens. I ended up having to move my bed out of the way…and I filled up an entire pot full of water. Yum. What a great way to finish the weekend, huh?
Hopefully this week will go by fast and next weekend will be better. I’m getting sick of this rain. I usually love the rain and all…but I’m convinced that nothing good can come of it. At least this week.