I’m a Pin-Up!

I had such a great time with Hilary Hope Bloomquist a couple weeks ago getting my pin up pictures done!  She’s amazing to say the least.  You can see all of her other work at her site here.  The only downside is that I’m having a heck of a time deciding on exactly which shots I want to buy for Ryan to show off in his wall-of-the-wife (the poor guy has to do something to decorate the inside of his giant tool box!).

The whole experience was beyond what I had imagined.  I was treated just like a star with hair and makeup.  Then the big reveal was just too much!  I had no idea I could look like this!  Jessica Rabbit’s got nothing on me!  It reminded me of a different time.  A time when a woman not only got dressed up for dinner with the family but just to go to the store.  I highly suggest anyone wanting an adventure give Hilary a call.  I promise you won’t regret it a bit.

Cover Girl

Friday I will be away from work (thank the Gods) getting pin up pictures taken. I can’t wait. I love the style of the pin up pic. There’s something innocently sexy about it. I wish though that the studio I’m going to allowed partial nudity. I know I’m a freak like that. But really some if the partial nudity ones are very classy. I’ll let you all know how it goes later.

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Shhh Don’t Tell ~OR~ Bah F’ing Humbug

 

Yes, I took this pic. Go see.

I’m a firm believer that all of the holiday songs should wait patiently until after Thanksgiving passes to poke their little heads out.  I know I’m not the only one in on this.  Seriously, when did Christmas start in October?

With that being said know that I sing.  A. LOT.  Usually to myself but if you see me rocking out in the car that’s not me… I have a socially impaired twin.  I have to admit that I found myself driving home from work early last week with the radio on scan because there really wasn’t much on my programed stations.  When all of a sudden I started singing.

To what?

Yup, I like Elvis.  “But Christmas songs before Turkey day,” you say?!?

The King made me do it.  I blame him.

Now, if you’ll excuse me… I need to find me a fried peanut butter and banana sandwich.

In the words of Rachael Ray "YUM-O"!

 

As Promised

I’ve been arguing with myself lately about exactly how much to share on this blog.  I’ve always tried to be as honest as possible.  That’s not the issue.  It’s more about how much specific things do I announce?  Like where I live and real names of people kind of things.  I’m still rolling all of it around in my brain.  While I work on that please enjoy some of the pictures that Hubby was given for our anniversary.  Thanks again Grace!  You’re talent knows no bounds.

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Like Fine Wine

Happy Anniversary!

Yesterday was my anniversary.  How long, you ask?  That depends on which one of us you’re asking.  I give the accurate, “we’ve been married for four years.”  Hubby will tell you, “seven years.”  And he’s right.  We’ve been together for seven years.  From day one we’ve been acting like we were married… so let’s call it seven years.  We’ve been married seven years.  There… it’s been said and since it’s on the internet it must be true.  To the best seven years of my life with the best man I know… Love you Ry!

We actually got to go out for out anniversary Sunday (Hubby took an entire day off just for us).  Just running around spending time together was so nice.  We hit a few antique places before going to lunch at Hooters.  Sad experience there.  Food was ok… not great, beer was cold (good thing), and the girls all looked 12.  Poor hubby with no eye candy to drool over… except me of course.

Speaking of drooling over me.  I work with a photographic genius.  Grace is an amazing photographer and I got to be her guinnea pig!  She’s trying to tweek some stuff on her camera so I got to play and get the perfect anniversary gift.  Win-win!  I’m working on getting the pictures in the right format to post. 

Knowing that I’m a Gleek Hubby brought home the first season of Glee for me.  I’ve been slowly saturating my brain with attractive men that sing and dance… dangerous combo for me if you remember

Good Dreams