Christmas card runners-up
Kyle’s grandma has a large collage frame for wedding photos.
Stopping at Starbucks in Grand Junction, Colorado.
Kyle’s camping with his brothers this week, so it’s just me and the kiddos!
So far, so good.
Here’s a video made up of 430 pictures from our day at Disneyland.
Whenever I take a picture, I take, like, 10 pictures. Kyle noticed that if you flip through them real fast, it makes a little movie. So I put them into iMovie, added music, and voila!
Next time I’ll take all the pictures in landscape.
Oh, and the music is “Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah” from the album Heigh Ho Banjo.
Enjoy : )
Sister Megan made my new blog header.
She is so good to me.
Sitting in the car on a Sunday afternoon.
In other hair-related news, I was asked to be a model for Damien Carney and Sue Pemberton at the International Salon and Spa Expo in Long Beach last weekend.
Getting paid to get my hair cut and colored sounded like an easy enough job—one I have some experience doing—but if I’d known what a long and challenging weekend it was going to be, I would have passed.
The first day was 12 hours of prep only to be followed by a 4 a.m. wake up time for more of the same.
I was a technical model, meaning my hair was colored on stage. I had been feeling a little queasy all day, and blamed it on nerves, coffee, and lack of sleep. But sitting on stage, with the lights shining down, surrounded by the strong smell of hair color, I became keenly aware that I might throw up in front of hundreds of people.
Through sheer will and silent prayers, I managed to keep my composure through the demonstration. And then I threw up on the ground right outside the showroom doors.
Feeling a bit relieved, I got cleaned up and made it back on stage for one minute to smile and show off my hair to the audience before being swept offstage and into my car.
The rest of the evening was spent in bed recovering from the flu. Lacking energy to wash my face of the show makeup, I looked quite fashionable sipping my 7-Up and nibbling on saltines.
Part of me misses my sweet blonde tresses. But in Southern California, where long blonde hair is as ubiquitous as Starbucks and SUVs, I’m happy to sport this sunset style for a season.
Clockwise from top left: Kyle, Emily, August, Adelaide