First off, sorry for the awful edit. I swear, I get so frustrated sometimes. I had this vision and I couldn't get the lighting I wanted. So I tried to process the crap out of it, but I really don't know what I'm doing. *sigh I just need a damn studio and my life would be a million times easier... ha! I shouldn't even complain but oh well...there's my mini rant about lighting. I promised you a funny story. Some of you have already heard of just how blond I am, but here goes for the rest of you. So, I worked on Thanksgiving. I end up working nearly every holiday but that's besides the point. But, since Turkey day is important we decided to all bring in a dish, I volunteered to make the ham. Before all the cooking commenced I decided to let feed the dogs. Now, what's critical in this story is that I was house sitting in a town a good 40 minutes from my house for a friend, in an area I'm pretty unfamiliar with. So, Maverick and I head outside to feed my friends dogs and as I turn to go back in through the sliding glass door I realize it's locked behind me. I am wearing a pair of crazy boots, sweatpants and a tee-shirt. It's freezing outside, I'm certainly not dressed to go anywhere and I can see my keys and my cell phone sitting on the counter. It's not like I have anyone's number memorized so I'm having a mini panic attack-I can't even call anyone for help! Well, I could have called my mom but she's 2000 miles away and can't really help me. So I think, well maybe my friend accidentally left a window unlocked. Oh no, her house is like Ft. Knox and I'm seriously stuck outside. I can't even get in my car and go to MY house because my keys are on the counter. So, I wander aimlessly around the neighborhood for a while looking for a mutual friend of ours hoping she has a key. Not only can I not find her, I really don't know the area very well and all the neighbors think I'm crazy. I'm knocking on doors asking for a person no one has heard of and I'm beginning to question if she even lives in town. I finally end up at one of her neighbor's houses who happen to be pretty good friends with the person I'm house sitting for. They don't have a key but are incredibly gracious and help me through the ordeal. By the end of the night I have the local town police trying to pick the lock, the neighbors shoving me through a window that didn't even end up letting us into the house, and the dogs going crazy. It was an interesting night. I got in before the locksmith showed up (which was over 2 hours) but it was still a crazy evening. The moral of the story? Always make sure you wear pants when you go outside, because you never know if you're going to lock yourself out...

Yesterday I found out why I get strange phone calls asking about a cottage for rent. Saw that this cottage at Sunset Bay is for rent and the phone number is one digit off from mine. Weird huh?