Aaron Riveroll | Photographer

No, this ain’t an ad for Mazda. :)

Yesterday, I hung with my two favorite girls, Ashley and Stevie, at one of the most most uneventful, uh, events I’ve ever been to. It was an auto parts show and they had the Zoom girls, complete with the Truggy. I was asked by Stevie to stop by and take some shots. Who can turn down free drinks, food, and spending time with two gorgeous ladies?

I seriously LOVE these girls!!

Anyway, had some fun with the girls and got some pretty decent shots. Looking forward to doing more of these shows. Here are a few more shots:

A friend at work forwarded this to me…and while I don’t claim to be an expert, I do think I can get inside women’s heads sometimes…which is why I thought this was funny.

A man was riding his Harley along a California beach when suddenly the sky clouded over above his head and, in a booming voice, the Lord said, “Because you have tried to be faithful to me in all ways, I will grant you one wish.

The biker pulled over and said, “Build a bridge to Hawaii so I can ride over anytime I want.”

The Lord said, “Your request is materialistic and selfish, think of the enormous challenges for that kind of undertaking. The supports required reaching the bottom of the Pacific and the concrete, steel and man power it would take to complete such a task It will nearly exhaust several natural resources. I can do it, but it’s hard for me to justify your desire for such a thing. Take a little more time and think of something that could possibly help mankind.”

The biker thought about it for a long time. Finally, he said, “Lord, I wish that I and all men could understand women.
I want to know how she feels inside, what she’s thinking when she gives me the silent treatment, why she cries, what she means when she says nothing’s wrong and how I can make a woman truly happy.”

The Lord, silent for a few minutes, replied, “You want two lanes or four on that bridge??????”

I’m not going to lie…being in show choir was probably one of the coolest things I’ve done in my young life. Nevermind the blue sequins and jazz hands…it was still a lot of fun and some of the best memories I have from high school.

So good, in fact, that when I went off to college, I wanted to be a music teacher when I grew up. The dream is still there years later…there are times I wish I had gone on to credential and direct a program of my own. Perhaps even having my own show choir. And I could do it too…if I wanted to…

There are a lot of things I attribute to my not pursuing my education certification. Budget cuts. Low wages. Bureaucracy. But one of the biggest reasons I think I jumped out when I had the chance was the school environment. School is a lot different these days compared to when I was in school. Kids have absolutely NO respect for teachers at all. I could write an entire blog about this and what I think the breakdown is and all the problems are. I could write about how all my friends that are teachers are stressed and discouraged because of the discipline problems they have in the classroom and how learning and teaching just isn’t fun anymore (except in those rare circumstances). But I won’t do that. What I will say is that violence in schools and anywhere else for that matter can happen anywhere…even in small, sleepy, country towns. Like where I grew up.

And this is what I woke up to this morning.