Yearly Archives: 2010

Captured family love at Unionville this afternoon. They were beautiful. And Unionville – wow. This place beats Streetsville, Port Credit, and downtown Oakville combined. There was so much to shoot in that area, I was completely overwhelmed and barely scraped the surface of this strip of beauty!

Here’s a photo from the shoot. I wish I could post more, but I have a whole list of things to get through today, I feel a heart attack coming on.

I blinked and it was 2010. If I blink again, it’s going to be 2011. Time is flying freakishly fast and we have 56 days before 2010 becomes a ghost. If we have the power to move time one hour back in the Fall and one hour forward in the Spring to save daylight, I’m thinking we should do a lot more than that. Let’s just mess it all up, so we can stop being slaves to clocks, deadlines, schedules, to-do lists, etc. John Lennon should add one more line to Imagine: Imagine there’s no time! But then no time would mean no life would mean dead – no can do. We’re stuck, so pack your years with happy things and fall in love with your life. Be a slave to whatever you’re a slave to – work your butt off and become a CEO, but then also do all the other irresponsible, spontaneous, unacceptable, abnormal things, whatever those things are to you. Make it a good Friday night, everyone, because you’ll sleep only three times before it’s Monday again.

Meeting a darling friend for a Starbucks date this evening. It shall be lovely as always.

Photo below has the worst caption of life and I’m sorry. Rihanna annoys me, so don’t ask me why I quoted her annoying song. It was the first thing that came to my mind – I think we’re all subliminally possessed by her annoying songs. They’re so annoying, they linger in our subconscious and creep their way into our photos. Just sayin’.

I came home to an envelope with my name and address handwritten on it. And the fact that there was an actual postage stamp, gave it the genuine feel of a real letter and made me excited to open it. But then of course, you catch the company name on the return address shortly after and then your heart sinks with disappointment upon discovering that it’s not a real letter.

Despite the poorly printed black and white letter on a piece of flimsy 20 lb. bond paper (plus, notice the photocopy burns on the left edge of the paper), everything else was superb.

(1) As I said, my name and address were handwritten on the envelope and the envelope had a postage stamp. For a few seconds, it looked like a real letter and I couldn’t wait to open it. Your typical direct mail has a Canada Post postal indicia and that immediately tells you that it’s marketing.

(2) The letter’s salutation was personalized to me.

(3) The “WE WANT YOU BACK” made me feel good. Lame but true.

(4) The strong call-to-action with the $25/month offer that is apparently “available only to you as a valued ex-member” made me think twice about renewing my membership.

Honestly, this worked really well on me and I would be on the phone with them right now if I wasn’t so sure that my renewed membership would head straight for the garbage can to be united with all my other wasted gym memberships. I have discipline in all things but the gym, so no dice for now, Premier Fitness! Good job, though. But maybe print the letter a little nicer and a little less ghetto next time.

I made a mistake at work today and almost died of a heart attack (I die of many heart attacks). You know that initial feeling of horror that takes over your entire being just two seconds after you realize that you’ve done something wrong? Like when your hands turn into ice and your blood rushes to your head and your body and mind becomes paralyzed and your jaw is hung down to your chest? That could go down as one of the worst feelings to ever exist. And then you’re thinking, thinking, thinking as fast as you can: How do I fix this??? What the heck am I going to do??? But you’re not really thinking clearly because all that is on your mind is that very mistake that you’ve just made and how at that point, the best thing to do is just go out on the streets, jump in front of traffic, and scream FML at the top of your lungs. Dramatic, I know. Dramatic but truthful.

Anyway, mistakes happen and I sincerely felt terrible. Let’s move on.

I picked up my business cards (designed by meee) and they are so cute. They turned out fantastic, so kudos to The Printing Team for hitting every spec. Not sure if I was a fish caught in a price hike snare though, so for my next batch, I will scout for other quotes. It’ll be easier to get accurate quotes because I’ll have a real printed sample to show – the first round is always a risk but I am all smiles as far as results.

I was supposed to capture family love at Unionville today but rescheduled the shoot for next Sunday because we wanted perfect weather. Good call. Is it just me or are Sundays rainy days? Actually, the sun is out as I am typing this and I am trying my hardest to ignore it. I’m not playing hide and seek with you, mister.

Horror movie marathon tonight. Paranormal Activity 2 and something else. Happy Halloween!

In grade seven and eight, my email address was little_miss_pinksta@hotmail.com. Not pinkSTER, but pinkSTA.