Kitten

People with 9-5 type jobs have weekends; I have an unpredictable schedule with a whole lot of days with travel and work, then days sprinkled in there without work. My past five days in Houston were exactly what I needed after a long trek back from the East Coast - they were my weekend days. I need to experience this phenomenon a bit more often. I was able to do everyday chores like fix the crack in my windshield, get my state emissions test done for my car, go to the DPS to switch back to my Texas license, pull together clothing and household items to donate, organize my things, go to the grocery store, sleep a little, go on walks to the neighborhood restaurants, visit friends and do general social activities. This all sounds so ordinary and yet, this felt so incredibly welcome to me. I also had a few shoots in my schedule.

And...

Photobooth Macbook Snapshot

I had a pet kitten for 48 hours. At the start of a photoshoot, the photographer and I heard continual mewing and after some searching the source of this sound was found - a tiny kitten was by the roots of a tree. Clearly abandoned, I picked her up, made a box for her and spent a portion of the shoot distracted by this adorable creature (but I look super happy in the photos and stayed an additional hour so the distraction proved a positive). I brought her back to my place and over to Friends for Life, a no-kill clinic where I was asked to foster her for a couple of days until they could find a more permanent foster parent. Thus my first and only days as the foster parent of a 3 - 4 week old kitten involved messy feeding sessions (even at 5 am), an abundance of mewing and me keeping her happy with rather periodic petting and cuddling. Little Lily was so adorable and I hated to see her go when I handed her over to someone else but this was a necessity seeing as I had more travel to do and the person I stay with in Houston is allergic to cats. Someday I will stay put and get my own cat - but not yet. 

Multiple

I am wearing tighty-whities. Why? Today I had the day off in Atlanta and ordered up a bit of thrift store shopping in addition to catching up on emails and taking a couple too many showers. Trying on clothing without underwear is sometimes a little disgusting, and when sharing a room with other ladies (yes, some stores still have communal dressing rooms) sparing the women the shock of seeing a panty-less girl seemed like basic politeness. Of course, I have good manners when in a store in the South, and yet, just a week and a half ago I was running around a friend's home in the DC area with a grey tape, which was not duct tape, covering up my butt crack. 6 cups of coffee and one pour of scotch and apparently I lost control, and the fun version of me came out.

Photographed by Mohandoss Photography

Raleigh, North Carolina - Summer 2012

I often joke about the two (or debated three) sides of myself. With my prose up above, I was reminded of this. 

I find pleasure in the small things in life. One of which is opening fortune cookies and reading their fortunes. I have learned Panda Express makes the most boring fortunes, so I do not recommend picking up a bag of their cookies for this purpose, but most fortunes are a bit more exciting. There is some order to my fortune cookie practices - I open a cookie, eat a small amount, and read the fortune. If I feel so inclined, I may eat the rest of the cookie, but having that one small taste is part of my being able to consider the fortune mine. I have no idea when I started doing this. A couple of weeks ago I found fortune cookies laying on the countertop where I was shooting, and decided to partake in the fortune experience. Upon opening my cookie I found this fortune - "a beautiful person is with you, confide your problems," and was of course in the room by myself.  Was my fortune cookie suggesting I embrace my multiple personalities and have them all talk to each other? :P (I of course say all of this in jest)