Cheryl Walsh Imaging

ok, so i find myself in a predicament. i got so busy and i figured it would be a few days before i could even try to catch up. a few days, a few weeks. only a few months and i will be caught up and have some free time. months turned into years. so here i am, predicament and all. if i dont start at least writing something down then it will all be over and i wont remember any of the whirlwind. its not all bad, its just crazy. not all crazy is bad.

Sunday, July 1, 2007

It was suppose to be a relaxing weekend in San Diego, but...

usually when i'm about to complain about how bad my weekend was i start by saying "at least no one died" but in this case someone did. my weekend in short summary: a one hour train that took 4 hours, one dead person who never should have stepped in front of that train, one daughter with stomach flu a high fever and vomiting, one scared shitless bicyclist who now absolutely wishes he never pounded on the back of the car of a protective mother as her/my child was vomiting in the backseat (I rarely get angry but when i do...), one husband who never should have described a 1000 sq ft cottage as a "beach HOUSE," a night spent on the one comfy bed in the beach cottage with a sick child rather than being out on the beach like i really really really wanted to be, one set of lost car keys, one taxi driver from hell. i'm sure there is more but i'll stop there other than to say that one of the reasons we went was to pick up our extra car for Lance but I dont have it now because of one dumb ass stupid head momma's boy cry baby who will remain nameless. the good news for me is that sheri LOVED her photos and wants to more "creative ones" which is really good for me because i really need to photograph something very very different right now. ok, enough of my whining. my heart goes out to the train engineer - i know these things effect those guys a lot.