Summertime and babies...

I love the summer. Popsicles and sun. This is my sister, Justine, who is probably going to kill me for posting this. I told her that I only wanted to practice with my camera and I needed a body. But I thought it looked too fun to not share.

Also, there can never be too many pictures of Oliver...

He is so stinking cute, I can't even handle it.

Friends are good things...

I had lunch today with some really good friends/old co-workers. And I'm so glad I did. We talked about what we wanted to do with our lives. All of us started off in genealogy, and now all of us are considering moves onto other totally unrelated careers. As a result of this lunch, I feel even better about getting a photography degree. It can't hurt, and even if I'm nervous and a little afraid that I'm not good enough, it's okay.

So barring any life-altering events, I think that's what I'm going to do next year. I'm pretty full for the rest of this one, but I like this new plan of mine. I think I can really do this, and really enjoy it. Screw office jobs. I really have no desire for them anymore.

I love this time of year...

I love this time of year. Flowers everywhere. I love poppies, especially. There is this house down the hill from mine, that has them all over. Everytime I drive by it makes me smile.

Also, I found out that this (funeral mask of Agamemnon) is in the Archaeological Museum of Athens. When I found out about this. I had a full on History Geek-Out. I don't think I feel bad anymore for buying my ticket. Nope, not one bit. I'm just excited now. Too bad I have to wait until October!

Follow up to the not so cryptic post from yesterday...

I bought a plane ticket yesterday. Something I've been wanting to do forever, but just never got around to it. I've been working two jobs for two years, saving up for it. Then I got laid off. Then in a fit of I-don't-know-what, I bought a ticket. I have the money, but should I have bought it? Should I have saved it for school, bills, or other important things. Well, yesterday I said no! I'm going! I've been wanting to do something like this my whole freaking life. Who cares if I might need that money a year from now. I'm going to Europe! So I bought a ticket to Athens, Santorini, and Paris for two and a half weeks. I should be doing this...

But instead I'm feeling this...

Change, fear of failing, Jennifer the Responsible rearing her ugly head. I don't know what it is. I'm excited, but feeling a little bit like I shouldn't have. Urgh. I need to stop thinking too much. I know lots of people who just say screw it and do whatever. As long as my bills are paid, as long as I'm not hurting anyone, then why not. I'm single, no guy, no kids, and not even a job to worry about. Why the bleep not. I'm sure I'll get over it. Especially once I start looking at things to do in Santorini. In the mean time I think I'll look at pretty pink flowers and blue sky.

I am doing something crazy today....

Life Decisions...

I have always wanted to be a photographer. I don't know why. I think I like capturing moments. Maybe it's sentimentality, maybe it's the historian in me. I really don't know. I took a class in high school, but didn't learn much because the teacher was more interested in showing us what he could do, instead of teaching us. When I was 14 I was voted most likely to become a photographer by my church group because I always had a camera attached to my face. Up until this last summer I hadn't given it serious thought. I mean I thought about wanting to buy a camera a lot, but a digital SLR is freaking expensive. I don't have that kind of money. And Responsible Jen wouldn't let me buy one before. But she went on vacation and I bought a used Nikon D70s on ksl.com. Now all I can think about is taking pictures. I love it. It's art that I can actually create and it looks good.

Now that I have no job, or no idea what I want to do with my future, I have been thinking about it even more. I bounce around a lot of ideas. Getting a Masters, getting a second Bachelors in English or something. Maybe I'll get my Archaeology degree. OR maybe I can go to school for Photography. Lately I've been leaning more towards the photography. I hate working in an office. I get so bored. I would love to work part time somewhere and take pictures to sell, or engagements or family pictures. I would love to do that...I think I might.

And so it begins...

This is my goal. To write down my thoughts, instead of letting them consume me or bug other people with my OCDness (unless you are reading this, then suck for you). So I thought to myself, why not a blog. It's the cool thing to do. I like to read blogs, so maybe I'll like to write in a blog. I think it's also like a journal. I haven't written in a journal in ages and ages. Back when I was 18 and 19 and hadn't been bit by life yet. It's actually pretty funny to read those entries. Very Wo is me and why doesn't that boy like me and when am I going to get married like all my friends in the dorm. Wierd how perspective changes with age and experience.

So here it is. Let the fun begin. Enjoy the crazy that is me.