the Blah Blah Blahger

A sorority sister (HI TAMARA!) sent the following video to me and I was instantly in love! If you’re a dancer or love dance movies, you’ll get a kick out of this. It looks like the video is making the rounds right now and I’m sure many of you have seen it, but it’s just a ton of fun, so I had to share!

…I’m comparing my work to that of others and allowing myself to be discouraged.

…I’m being crabby with my boss and even though I’m aware of it, I can’t seem to stop.

…I’m not really having good conversations with family or friends, but rather just getting to the point or not sharing much of anything.

…I’ve packed my gym bag every day, but just can’t make it out of the parking lot.

…I’m not able to write anything productive on this blog or my photoblog.

…I’m not keeping my house clean.

…I’m dreading going to the Hollywood Bowl tonight, even though I do like going.

…I’m not very much fun.

And I have no excuse.

The end.

Ah, age. You are a such a little brat.

Every now and again, I’ll catch a reflection of myself and see a big batch of grey hair…and I call my salon immediately. Likewise, I might notice my frown lines deepening…not because I frown a lot, but rather because I squint due to too much sun. In those cases, I slap on some deep moisturizer and call my facialist for a little microdermabrasion.

However, I just saw something HORRIFYING that I don’t know how to control. It’s new and it’s NOT pretty.

I shot a wedding earlier this month and my second shooter sent me her files today. And I saw the nastiness…deep, dark circles under my eyes. WHERE DID THESE SADDLEBAGS COME FROM and HOW LONG HAVE I HAD THEM?

See how sad and pathetic they are?

Anyone have any solutions? I need to put a REAL smile back on my face…not one like this scary fake one…and one that makes me look younger than I am. And I’m pretty sure it won’t be real until I get rid of these bags! ; )