I attended a photography workshop on Saturday and Sunday, hosted by Jennifer, a.k.a MckMama. It was wonderful to finally meet each other. We've "known" each other for 4 years now. She's a great photographer. Me? Not so much.
I have a great camera.
One that I keep on A for automatic, or V for video.
But no longer!
Well, at least no longer after I practice a whole lot more.
I came back yesterday from the workshop and went straight to a meeting where I met some wonderful teenagers who will be in a Bible study group that I and a friend will be leading. Well, not really leading so much as trying to maintain some sort of control over.
Something tells me it will be only a wee bit of control.
They are a great bunch of kids and I'm looking forward to it .... very much.
So with all the busyness of the weekend, especially yesterday, I didn't give the women's US Open final a single thought. I didn't even record it because I figured it would be a blow out and I knew I wouldn't enjoy watching it.
Boy .... was I wrong or what?!
Dang, I wish I had recorded that puppy!
I will record the men's final.
That's because I won't be anywhere near a television today.
Instead, I'll be at an appointment with an attorney.
Just the thought of that makes me feel like I'm going to hurl.
Don't get me wrong .... it's not the attorney. At least, I don't think it is. I've never met him.
It's just the thought of him .... of having to see him.
Of having to hire him ..... or someone else.
I do not want to do this.
I want to go to bed, right now, pull the sheet up over my head .... and cry.
But I can't.
Because I'm a parent.
And sometimes ..... sometimes those three little words ..... "I'm. A. Parent." .... totally suck.
