Cut Backs and the Goodbar

The other day Mr. Goodbar told me that he had cleaned out his candy drawer.

He said it in a way that really kind of bothered me because his voice sounded different…not like a candy voice should.

I asked him what he meant and was it because i had blogged about it?

I mean “WHY????”

He reassured me that no, in fact he loves his “stage” name but just feel the need to “cut back”.

cut back?

Now, being a woman who is kind of freaked out by all things “cut back” I wondered if those words would pertain to anything else?  I mean, I have been punished before for lesser crimes than exposing someones fridge but I did not want to make mounds out of milk duds.  I started inserting my verbs with his verbs: CUT BACK and I got myself really worked up, I mean, if he can cut back the candy drawer what else can he cut back???

Affection? Attention? Admiration? SEX?

Needless to say I have been in a STATE.

A STATE I TELL YOU.

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The New England Tundra

My children are back at school after two weeks of being home, and I could NOT be happier.

The week they were sick was terrible because they were bored out of their minds and terribly uncomfortable and then this past week was vacation week so we went to Maine and stayed in my mom’s weenie apartment and played cards in leu of the bahama’s trip I had planned (in my mind, packed along side my fit and svelte bikini body with my eight pack, that’s right I said eight because i photographed a woman who had eight yes eight and I have coveted her body every day since and think about it as i shove more comfort food down my throat and FREEZE in the TUNDRA that is New England).

This is the Tundra———->

Since my mothers crowded apartment is not half as fun as the Bahama’s we had to create our own thrills so one day we ended up at Dr. Farrands office (he was my childhood doc) because both of my kids who were were supposed to be on the mend were still feeling yucky and having ear aches (it was day fourteen of feeling lousy).  I too felt pretty lousy but who really cares about me? I’m just the mom who has to do the stuff she never wants to do anyways (like get up) but do it with a sick belly, sore throat, chills, aches, etc because that’s what mom’s do.  PS: before I was flying solo as a parent if my wasband was sick on top of it all? – OH.  OH LORDY…lets just say MAN COLD,  poor little bunny.

The Doc took us without an appointment (because he is awesome and this is why my little sister named her first born after him- not kidding) and so he looked us over and took everyones temp and asked the proper questions. He looked into their ears and declared secondary infection for Shaw with some possible fluid behind the ear.  As i sat there going over the history of the past two weeks I mentioned all of our symptoms including the pimples that had broken out on Manon’s face and next thing i know we were getting strep tests…including me (and yes- we were all positive).

As I said goodbye to the little germ carriers this morning I warned them against the evils of touching anything without using the industrial sized Purrell I had duct taped around their waists.  I am officially OVER winter in New England and need to hear a shout out for all of those who are with me.

This is the time of year when people will say “spring is just around the corner” and I have to stop myself from giving them a NASTY look.  It just can’t come soon enough…

Maine: The Way Life Should Be

It sure was nice to be in Maine with my Mom for a few days but we are heading home a day early because tomorrow we are expected to get another snow storm.

I really wish mother nature was more aligned with my own personal feelings on the matter.  I feel that we here in the east have had our share of snow and that there are some starving people other places in the world who could use some.  Must we always feast upon the abundance of snow without a thought to anyone else?  It’s apparent that even mother nature plays favorites.

Saying goodbye is always bitter sweet.  Part of me can’t wait to get home and reclaim my life and the other part of me thinks what are you stark raving mad???

I’ll miss my niece Muriel

This is Muriel: Aka: The Chopper

Little Joe

Wait rewind…. lets look at the Chopper again…..

And my beautiful Niece PIXIE

I’ll miss my sweet baby nephew Rhys whose image can not be displayed online without a lot of red tape and discussion.

My mom and her crazy outfits and sunglasses: For the record she and I have a very different fashion sense.

I’ll also miss just sitting on my a*s letting my poor mother wait on me hand and foot…. right now she just asked me to pick up my feet so she could vacuum under me… bless her heart.

My Nephew is Schpecial

This is Little Joe.

He’s three.

Little Joe is my nephew and I am obsessed with him.

He is amazing, but he would say “AMAAAAZCHING” because he has a special way with words.

His voice is really deep and he’s really animated and matter of fact and so it makes me laugh a lot.

Last night he slept in the same room as Shaw and I in the little sofa bed at the end of our bigger bed and in the middle of the night after I got up to go to the bathroom I got settled into a bed next to my deeply slumbering Shaw and I hear a little whisper:

“Auntie Monica?”

“yes Joe?”

Then in a big outside voice he says:

“THIS BED IS AMAAAZCHING BECAUSE IT’S JUST SO CUTE AND COMFORTABLE AND SCHHHHOFT.

(stifling giggles) “sshhhh, Joe we have to be quiet- ok? it’s not daytime”

“OK AUNTIE MONICA” he says just as loud

and then in a whisper:

“Auntie Monica?”

“yes joe?”

“I”M SORRY I WAS SHHHO LOUD, I WAS JUSHT REALLY EXSHCITED”.

The Revelation Project: FAQ

The Revelation Project FAQ

1) What is the Revelation Project?

  • A Professional Photo Session: created by two professional photogs who have also been participants in the project
  • A Discovery Process: Intended to give participants a new vision of themselves
  • A Community: Intended to create a community of women who share an interest in self growth and discovery
  • A Conversation: that explores concepts and constructs self esteem, beauty, self expression, insight, happiness, and  identity that can be explored through interviews, blog posts, and photographs

2) How do I participate?

Just let us know you are interested in being a part of it and that you are open to the process and the discovery.

3) How much does it cost to participate?

Our requested minimum donation is $250.00

We also have “Package” options if you would like to use the shots for publicity or professional purposes so just ask

(PS: This barely covers the costs of the project but please know that we are always open to generous contributions that can also help cover those who can not afford to pay anything at all. We’ll leave your contribution decision up to you entirely with absolutely no judgement. We also find that it’s important that we mention that the project is very different than booking an actual photo session for professional head shots, publicity, or portraits and that a “typical” photo session of this caliber would run from $600- $1200)


4) What can i expect from being a part of the project?

What we are finding is that almost anything can happen.  At the very least, a positive “shift” seems to occur in the lives of those who participate and an “opening” is created that was not available before for women to rediscover or re-claim parts of themselves; their identity, dreams, beauty, confidence & self esteem.

5) How long is the session?

The session ranges from 2-3 hours. We help with wardrobe, make-up and hair and the goal is to capture your unique essence:  in other words it’s not a glamour shoot (but we aim high and you’ll usually look pretty darn amazing).

6) What is expected of me as a participant?

We ask that you be willing to share your photographs with your own social network as well as allow us to publish to our own.  We take this step so that the people in your life can be a part of your process in some small way (we find that it makes a difference). In addition we ask that you be willing to answer our interview questions so that they can be published in our blog posts, and we hold the rights to your photographs for future publicity purposes.

7) What are some of the benefits to doing this project?

  • Great photos of yourself (you will be able to keep your favorites, have access to your edited photo’s for digital use,  and can order prints if you care to).
  • It’s fun and inspiring!
  • It can be somewhat magical : many things are happening in the lives of women who have participated.

We simply ask that you drop us a line every now and again so that we can understand and document the impact that The Revelation Project brings to your life.

 

Worth mentioning:

We usually shoot on Friday’s during the hours of 9am – 3pm.

We shoot in natural light.

We usually just try to meet your mood and the “tone” of the shoot is light hearted & fun.

We shoot using a variety of artwork and furnishings but don’t make a big deal of the “props” and just try to let the shoot happen organically.

We make every attempt possible to have a child free environment for the duration of the shoot.  This is YOUR time and we try to keep it sacred. With that said- every so often we have a stray who usually ends up being entertained with a movie.

Please email  at rodgers107@cox.net for more information or to book your session.


Rock Salt, Memory & My Mother


Visiting my Mama in Maine with the kids, and just finished catching her up to speed on the recent developments in my life these past few weeks (it took hours and not because i’ve had tons of developments).

When i was younger (last year) I used to hate catching up with my mom because she could never really remember what I had told her from the last conversation so there never seems to be a foundation to build off and i seem to start back with the basics every time.

Example:

“So I’m doing this new photography project with Robyn called the…”

“Who’s Robyn?”

“Mom! my next door neighbor?!  Robyn!!”

“oh of course, Robyn, and what does she do?”

“She’s the photographer Mom- remember?”  (we’ve had this reminder nothing short of 20 times now in addition to an in the flesh visit with the “missing” photographer herself).

“Oooooh yes… Robyn– that’s right she’s the photographer” and she says this as if to convince herself. I know from years of experience that her minds wheels are spinning for some kind of traction on that treacherously icy slope that is her memory and  it can go on and on like this as I throw down another handfull of rock salt to get her out of the driveway and on to the tarmac of our conversation. Once that engine is warmed up though and we gain some momentum and it’s away weee goooo!

Until the next time. When she has no memory of it.  And we have to start all over.

It makes me crazy cakes.

I love you Mom, but really….

crazy cakes.

Dedicated to Mr. Goodbar

Who can take a sunrise
Sprinkle it in dew
Cover it in chocolate
and a miracle or two?

The candyman
The candyman can
The candyman can cause he mixes it with love and makes the world taste good

Who can take a rainbow
Wrap it it a sigh
Soak it in the sun
and make a strawberry lemon pie?

The candyman?

The candyman
The candyman can
The candyman can cause he mixes it with love and makes the world taste good


Willy Wonka makes
Everything he bakes
Satisfying and delicious
Talk about your childhood wishes
You can even eat the dishes

Who can take tomorrow
Dip it in a deam
Separate the sorrow
And collect up all the cream?

The candyman?

The candyman can cause he mixes it with love
And makes the world taste good
And the world tastes good cause the candyman thinks it should

The Revelation Project: BANG!

Her smile was like a 100 watt lightbulb and lit up her whole face- BANG!

Tami Silver had so much fun and she seemed to easily settle into the shoot.  I find that sometimes music is a great source of inspiration for getting into a spirit, and once we put some of her favorites on like: PARIS (Ooh la la) Tami had us giggling and shaking our junk along with her.  I’m pretty certain Tami felt very nervous when she first arrived so I always love that small window of time in which we do some make-up to just kind of get in the mood.   I’ll post her interview along with some additional pics but for today …just a couple- BANG!

Mr. Goodbar

I’ve decided that one of the most disturbing and endearing qualities about the man I adore is his diet.

When I say I adore him, it’s honestly an understatement as I’ve never quite felt so connected to any individual in my entire life.  Usually by this time in a relationship, red flags start to show up and wave themselves in the face of denial.  Having just sailed, rowed, swam, parasailed, waterskied, and surfed down da nile for the last 12 years I have my eyes WIDE OPEN to these types of warnings.

Freezer

The man is perfect, and when I use the words perfect and man in the same sentence I feel entitled to make some concessions and in this case the concessions i make take the form of a very interesting choice of food candy “groupings”.

His food pyramid is set up to pay homage to the diet of a six year old boy on halloween morning, and yet he is a grown up in every single way and I might add; brilliant.  I sit in his beautifully stylized apartment and take in his attention to detail, form, design and function.  His skeletons are not in his closet, but his fridge, and I have to admit that I would take those any day over the ones I have danced with in the past.

I’ll stop here, as I reckon it’s unwise of me to continue down this slippery slope, but will instead pull him ever closer to my heart, hoping that this relationship emulate the trials and tribulations of an everlasting gobstopper.

The Night- Table