Tuesday, May 28, 2013

Photo-envy

I will be the first to admit that I el-sucko at el-photoshop-o. Period. I'm even taking a digital illustration class right now where we learn photoshop and still, every time I stumble across something that works, I do just that; stumble. I can never reproduce anything, and unless someone is asking me how to create a new layer, they'd better not hold their breath for any help from me! 

I have a small blog required for my class that shows my work, if you are curious to see the progression, but consider yourself warned! And don't you dare follow that blog because heaven knows, who needs that kind of pressure! (ya know? It's a mom zone only ;)

Even though I'm pretty primevil when it comes to my photoshop and graphic design skills, you can frequently find me drooling over the keyboard at all things related to them. It's not that I don't want to be able to do that stuff, there's just so much to learn! There's a reason people get degrees in that shiz.

And DON'T even get me started on photography! Who doesn't' want to be a photographer? Heaven knows it would save boatloads of money from family photos not to mention even being able to rake in a little money on the side! And even though I have a good camera, and the photoshop applications, and what I'd like to think is a fair eye for style (ok... make sure the subject is in the photo...) still, I just can't get that it factor. Lucky for me, I've found the trick. I think :)

Actions my friends. Actions. A word I've heard so many times but never really understood. It's basically the meat and potatoes to pho-tog, am  I right?
Tonight I actually figured out how to apply an action to a photo. (primitive, remember?)

And a monster was born.
 Like everything else in photoshop, I stumbled upon it...

A little surprised at first, until I realized what I had done!!!


And I felt like a genius-champion-of-the-world.



 

Now all you well-seasoned photographers, graphic designers, and digital artist are silently judging me. But frankly my dears, I'm too stoked to care. I went a little action cray-cray up in here and it's been glorious. Here's the thing though: I gotta buy dem actions, cause heaven knows I aint makin dem.

And they are pricey.
Which is why I am giving all you newcomers to photoshop my newly discovered slice o'heaven.
My favorite photography business just happens to have come out with a set of actions via etsy, and you can get them 5 of them for -wait for iiiiit- $5!

They are  fresh and simple which is what this girl likes. (Because people cannot think I don't actually look this good in real life!!!)

I did a tester sample for you to compare:

And YOU, yes YOU can snag these actions as well here!


Happy editing :)


Thursday, May 23, 2013

Life and It's Frailties.

There are constant reminders surrounding us daily of the fragility of life. I'll admit that I am the there's no milk for my cereal; FML, self absorbed type of person that it usually take a tornado, hurricane, or someone I know personally to be faced with something terminal in order for that concept to really reach home. 

As good, funny, or atrocious things usually do, I ran across something going viral on the book of faces (facebook, ya get it?) the other day. I started watching. The length was a lil daunting (23 min? Really? Surely there is some important pint of ice cream begging to be eaten that I could use this time assisting.) But alas, I was glued. The message was beautiful, the person was even more so. 

Ya know what gets me the most about death? 
I can't help but think after every passing day, woah... yesterday that person was alive... 2 days ago that person was checking their Facebook... a week ago that person was eating dinner with their family.... It is just so surreal to me. What were their last thoughts? Did they know it was coming? Did they get to say goodbye? Who did they leave behind to survive the Hell that is life without them? 

And then I get sad; sad thinking about the nightmare their loved ones are currently going through. Sometimes I even cry on their behalf. We'll blame the birth control for that impulse.

Here's the video I ran across. If you have 22 minutes, you can share the sweet, gratitude filled, empathetic, WHYYYY-are-the-good-the-first-to-go?! experience that I had.


Papa Stratford, make a note of this: when I die, and you are 103 and still kicking, I want you to make a sweet video montage in my honor to leave my loved ones (or 30 cats.... however fate would have it.)

Have a good night guys! As for me, I think I will pray for Grace.

Monday, May 20, 2013

When The Husband is Away, the Girls Will Play.

Ryan is out of town for a few days (including his birthday, boo.) for some networking, and interviewing opportunities. 

This would be the perfect opportunity to go a lil cray-cray, am I right?

When I go out of town, my husband takes that as an invitation to pound a whole pizza by himself, rent a bunch of movies, and to not shave. So that got me thinking, what should I do?!

I thought, oh hey, I could prance around in my unda-getup! So, ya know... the second I got home from dropping him off yesterday, we had a lil bit of this action:


(don't tell my husband that there were suddenly a bunch smoke, lights and jiving guys in our living room...)

And then it was about lunch time so... well...

But that's nothing out of the ordinary.

What next? I know! A bubble bath. Me thinks:


Or, a luxurious shower (because you just can't shower unless your husband is out of town?)


And like the wild stallion I am, I went to church, and repented for having all those hulking black men hip thrusting in my living room on the sabbath :)


Later I had some girl time which lead to pounding a full dish of brownies:


and other than that, I've just been sneaking around the housing and pretending no one is home whenever the doorbell rings,



Eventually I went to bed at the wee hours of the morning. And, no. No, I wasn't just so lonely, and couldn't fall asleep without my spouse which led me to calling him at 3 am to which he did not answer.... Because that would be pathetic. I'm a party animal and was up late doing totally awesome party animal-stuff.



Here's the thing though: I'm really unoriginal, and frankly pretty shameless. I do ALL of these things when he is home anyways, so what am I supposed to do in order to seize this rare occasion? 



Yea, I don't know Either.....

Sunday, May 12, 2013

To the Mom...

To the mom who was strong enough to naturally birth 7 children, and gracefully bury 1...







To the mom who was organized enough to dress her children in themed and matching clothes...

And still does....

To the mom who didn't get mad; she got the camera:



To the mom who loves her children despite their oddities...

And to the mom who taught me how to woooork it.

(High heels and pajama's anyone?)

How many people do you know, who, rather than getting boiling mad over spilled fucsia paint on the stairs, solves the problem by painting the stairs fucsia?


That's what I thought.



To the mom who rarely is in the pictures as she is always the one taking them.
And hasn't aged a day since 25... 


And who is the world's best cheerleader,



I love you! 

AND let's not forget the other momma's in my life!

To the mom who was strong enough to birth 5 children and adopt 1,
 and to the mom who created my favorite person in the world:



To the mom who makes me feel like I've always been a member of the family...

And to the mom who is a chef, a band groupie, a chauffeur, and party planner. 

To the mom who is just as beautiful inside as she is out, (and who's warmth and kindness can make the devil himself sing rainbows)

I love you!


Thursday, May 9, 2013

TGIF

Tomorrow is Friday!!!
Who's ready for the weekend?

And for your weekend viewing pleasure...
The cutest thing ever.


Tuesday, May 7, 2013

Why are teens so self conscious?

I'll be the first to admit that I did not have perfect self-esteem when I was younger. Likewise, I'll also be the first to recognize that I was (and frankly still am) a chubbers, with all of my wobbly bits and dimples firmly grounded and planning to stay :)

We blame the media for a lot of false senses of how we, as humans, should view ourselves. With photoshop and hollywood mass producing life size barbies, it's hard to not feel a little inferior when you stare at yourself in a swimsuit for a few minutes before going out, mildly defeated and regretting the horizontal stripes, to the summer air. For years I have racked my brain trying to figure out how to provide confidence to my future daughters who will be, most undoubtedly, condemned to mature in a confidence-deficit world. Occasionally I think that I've come up with a game plan to thwart the critical  ideas of the world, and then I run across an article like this


Title:

"Abercrombie & Fitch CEO Explains Why He Hates Fat Chicks"


Yea, you read that right. 



Abercrombie and Fitch, (known for their expensive "cool" clothes, and advertisements selling cosmetic surgery) honestly tries to repel plus sized women. Is anyone feeling a little less confident in yourselves, or is it just me? I'm ashamed to admit that I remember wanting to wear Abercrombie and Fitch clothes in High School thinking that they would make me cooler and prettier, so I guess in that aspect their marketing strategy was pretty successful, but heavens! My mom used to tell me I couldn't shop there because of the "Teen Porn" on the walls and because they were outrageously expensive, little did I know that they probably wouldn't have had my size anyway!!!

“He (the CEO) doesn’t want larger people shopping in his store, he wants thin and beautiful people,” Lewis said. “He doesn’t want his core customers to see people who aren’t as hot as them wearing his clothing. People who wear his clothing should feel like they’re one of the ‘cool kids.’”

Call me naive, but I'm just appalled.