Week in Photos {August 11-17}

I have to confess, between allergies and insomnia this week, I was feeling pretty uninspired in the photography department. Something about shuffling around like a zombie doesn’t lend itself very well to creativity. But I tried.

August 11

Sometimes if I need a few minutes to myself I just open the blinds. Apparently the dog isn’t the only one in this house who’s into squirrel-watching.

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August 12

I got done with dinner and thought “you better take a picture just in case you forget to take one of something more interesting later.” And sure enough, I did.

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August 13

And then the next day, I just forgot everything. Usually I sit down to read a chapter or two (or, ahem, play Candy Crush) when I get Wyatt in bed for nap, which is usually fine, except I completely passed out on the couch this time. For two hours. Woke up with crazy headache. Forgot I owned a camera. Kind of wished I didn’t own a head for a while.

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August 14

We went for ice cream after dinner. This was before he basically started to bathe in his dish of vanilla. Also, if you order a peanut butter cup mixer from Culver’s, ask them to put marshmallow cream in it. You will not regret it.

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August 15

You would be really disturbed if you knew how many pictures of the back of my kid’s head I have. His curls. I just love them. If they ever disappear some day, I feel confident he will appreciate I immortalized them in photos. Or he’ll think I’m weird. One of those.

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August 16

Hitching a ride back home after a trip to the park, where he covered every inch of ground at least 4 times. And still had energy to spare, which he dutifully used to terrorize us all night long. It’s a good thing he’s cute.

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August 17

I love the way Dewey holds his chew toys with his little paws. This is one we let Wyatt “buy” for him as a peace offering for being such a terror. It didn’t work.

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Did you take any pictures this week? I’d love to see them!

If you missed them, here are last week’s photos:

August 1-11, 2014

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Depression Confession

Last week, for reasons I don’t understand, I felt it heavy on my heart to talk  about something. I thought about it while I was drifting off to sleep, as I made dinner, driving in the car, and taking showers. It plagued me. I wrote page after page in my mind. But I pushed it all away because the topic is uncomfortable. It’s intimate. It’s revealing. I decided it wasn’t a topic for this space. And then tonight I logged onto Facebook to see that Robin Williams had died. An apparent suicide. And my heart sank. Not because I knew him. Not because his death will affect me in any meaningful way. But because I have felt the kind of pain and desperation that leads to suicide. That could have easily been me. And I know it could have been thousands of others out there. And I decided there’s absolutely room for this confession.

I have depression. This might come as a shock, especially to people who know me. I’m happy! I’m upbeat! I tell jokes! It’s true, I am those things. But not all the time. And that darker side was not something I advertised. I hid it out of shame for a long time, and then when I really came to terms with it, I decided I didn’t want it to define me. I guess I didn’t want to let it have that much power. It had, after all, consumed too many of my days already. So that part of me has remained largely a secret, until now.

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I have lived through days I was sure would end me. I have, in my darkest moments, harmed myself. And I did it all so very quietly. Discreetly. Because I was ashamed. Because I have not had a bad life. Hard times? Yes. But we all have. It felt shameful to not embrace the goodness. And Lord knows, I tried. I tried so hard. And I succeeded a lot of the time. Which only made it that much more difficult to slip back into depression, with no way to stop it from happening. I didn’t know how to cope. I didn’t feel like I could get help. It was really scary, and I am so thankful I’m not stuck in that place anymore.

So, how am I today? Better. I still struggle. I know I’ll never be completely free of this beast. But being honest with myself about what this is, recognizing triggers, and knowing ways to cope have helped me in immeasurable ways.

Are you wondering why I’m confessing all this super personal stuff? Because I don’t want people to suffer in silence like I did. Not only does it make depression more painful and difficult to handle, it’s dangerous. And I want to do my part to wipe out the stigma surrounding depression. Having a depressive disorder is not something to be ashamed of, and if you need help to cope with the effects, it’s okay to admit that. While it’s scary to confess these details of my life to you, if it helps just one person, it was worth it.

So what do you do if you think you have depression? Tell someone. A close friend or family member you trust to be supportive and accepting. Open up about what’s going on. Can they fix everything? No. But you won’t be alone in this anymore. Tell them you need to get counseling and allow them to encourage you to seek help, even when it seems really scary. Because it might.

If you feel like there’s no one in your life you can speak to, I mean this with total sincerity, talk to me. I am here. E-mail me. I want you to beat this thing. I want your happy days to outnumber your bad ones. I want you to embrace life knowing that depression isn’t a death sentence. You are a lovely and unique person put on this earth for remarkable reasons, and I’d like to know you.

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Please, if you’re having suicidal thoughts, get in touch with someone immediately. The National Suicide Prevention Lifeline is available by phone or online 24/7.

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Week in Photos {August 1-10}

Now, if you’re really observant and good at math and stuff, you might recognize that there are more than 7 days worth of photos here. It’s because I’m doing a photo a day thing for August and the weeks don’t line up the right way and *sigh* it hurts my slightly OCD brain a little bit. So, I just made it a 10 day week. I feel a bit more at ease.

August 1

These were all over the place on our walk. Anyone know what they’re called? I pretty much know nothing about nature except for what it does to my sinuses.

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August 2

We filled up his little pool while he was napping (he wasn’t actually napping, but sitting in his bed screaming at his stuffed animals instead) and threw him in there while it was still freezing cold. See how much he cared?

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August 3

It was probably a billion degrees outside, and he wanted to wear a fur hat. Let’s hope he’s this cooperative when it’s a billion degrees below zero in a few months.

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August 4

My kid, he wakes up every morning with quite the “I own the world” attitude. Can you tell? It’s subtle.

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August 5

My cat, he wakes up with quite the “If I owned the world I’d kill you first” attitude. Also subtle.

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August 6

He was not feeling well AT ALL that day. Allergies. Nature. Our nemesis. But he tore into a bowl of macaroni and cheese like it was his last meal.

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August 7

Feeling better and ready to take on the park!

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August 8

I’m trying really hard to learn how to use the available light to get the most out of my photos. And the sun coming through those trees was too good to pass up. My subjects weren’t as thrilled as I was.

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August 9

Oh you know, just checking for a good sale on ice cream.

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August 10

So I made these cupcakes (from a box, because it’s easy and I have no shame) and topped them with some homemade chocolate cream cheese frosting. Why have I not been putting chocolate in my cream cheese frosting my whole life? Rocked my existence. Eating some off a spoon right now. Probably need to get checked for diabetes soon. Anyway, I really had no intention of taking a picture so I did this on a whim. Food photography is hard, ya’ll. Who put that shiny turd on top of my cupcake?

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How was your week? Take any fun photos? I’d love to see them!

{all photos here taken with a Canon Rebel T3i and 50mm f/1.8 lens – these are affiliate links. If you click and purchase something I might earn a few pennies to put toward a bottle of cheap wine. My sanity thanks you!}

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Friday Things

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Perhaps I’m a little overjoyed today. Maybe it’s because my kid is driving me insane and the weekend means I get more help with him. Which also means he has someone else around to smack in the face, so I’m not the sole recipient of his toddler-rage.

Oh yeah, he also head-butts now. He does it and then looks at me like I hurt him. So not only am I being physically assaulted, but also manipulated into thinking it’s my own fault. Seriously, I’m putting a helmet on my shopping list. And calling a therapist for my growing emotional issues. It’s dangerous around here.

So, back to Friday. I was thinking I’d do this series called Friday Things and I’d write about things I’m excited about. Or things that are annoying me. Or awesome things I’ve found on the internet this week. Or local things to do around here this weekend. Or maybe I should just scratch the whole thing and get checked for ADD.

Anyway, I’m not doing any of that stuff. And this probably won’t turn into a series. Mostly because I think my kid has given me brain damage and I’ll forget to keep up with it. So in the spirit of where my life is right now, today’s post is going to be a random purge of my tired brain.

I’m not sure if you should be terrified or thank me. Maybe wait until the end to decide.

  • Wyatt went to daycare for the first time. Just for a few hours. I was a nervous wreck. He did great though, of course. And when we went to pick him up he acted like he didn’t know us. So I guess he’s already a teenager. But I still have to change his diapers. Not fair. Right?
  • I was reading some strategies on how to improve social media presence, and I’m already burnt out. Even though I haven’t tried any of the tips. Post on Facebook every hour? Ugh. Even if I did have that much to say (I don’t), who’d want to see that much of me (no one)? I think I’ll stick to my current strategy of rarely posting and then wondering why no one likes me.
  • In the middle of writing this the internet lost some serious steam. Which means Pandora stopped playing. Which means I had nothing to drown out the sounds of my kid screaming at a box of Legos. Which means I better go check to see if there’s still wine in the fridge.
  • There’s still wine in the fridge.
  • The internet is back. Just in time for this to pop up in my Twitter feed. Hold me. 
  • Wyatt stopped yelling at the Legos and is now walking around the living room screaming into a coaster that he thinks is a telephone. This.Is.My.Life.
  • Last night I had a glass of wine (I swear, just one) and proceeded to tell people in a Facebook photography group I’m in that Melissa McCarthy is my spirit animal and that one day we’ll be best friends who shop at Lane Bryant and eat french fries and take selfies. I’m not sure they’re going to let me back in.

Are you super glad it’s Friday? Got anything random to tell me? Is it inappropriate to have a human celebrity as a spirit animal?

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August 2014 Goals

August 2014 Goals

I’m not exactly what you’d call a goal-setter. And it has only become worse since having a kid. Because, let’s face it, he’s in charge. I’m just along for the loud, dirty, smelly ride.

But I thought maybe next month I’d get a little crazy and take charge of things. Set some goals. Make things happen. Be productive. Maybe put pants without an elastic waistband on. LOL J/K. I’m totally wearing yoga pants for the rest of my life.

But I think I can accomplish most of this stuff without “real” clothes on anyway (I hear a positive attitude is really helpful in accomplishing your goals).

Trish’s 10 Goals for August

1. Wake up early to torture myself with Insanity at least 4 days a week. The official schedule has you torturing yourself 6 days a week, but there’s only so much of that I can handle at 5am.

2. Take a picture everyday. I’ve really been slacking in the photography department. Sometimes I go days without taking the camera out and then I spot her peeking out from her bag, looking all lonely and neglected. It’s sad. She deserves better.

3. Go on at least four family outings. And not just to Target to look at the clearance stuff. Although, I will always maintain that’s fun for the whole family.

4. Clean and organize the basement. When we moved into this house in November, there was a lot of this going on: “I don’t know where this should go. I’ll just stick it in this box. Now I have this box full of junk and I don’t know where to put it.” And so, all those boxes of random treasures ended up in the basement. And I’m sick of looking at them.

5. Weather permitting, take Wyatt for a walk every day. Apparently my kid did not inherit my homebody tendencies. He loves to get out and point excitedly at things. Like mailboxes and empty candy wrappers and fences. How can I deny him these simple pleasures?

6. Incorporate vegetables into every meal. For the sake of my health and the jeans that are bursting at the seams, this is for the best.

7. Purge my wardrobe. I have a lot of clothes that I keep convincing myself I’m going to wear again. Yeah, you really might wear that skirt again that’s as old as your college diploma. It doesn’t fit anymore and will never be in style ever again, but sure, keep the faith! Maybe instead of saying “purge my wardrobe” I should say “spend two hours crying and suffering through painful internal conflict while I put old clothes into a trash bag and take them down the Salvation Army” instead?

8. Have a date night. And not just to Target to look to look at all the clearance stuff. What? THAT CAN TOTALLY BE A DATE.

9. Read 4 books. I am crazy for thinking I’m actually going to have time to read 4 books. But I figured if I aimed high I might get close. Or I might end the month still trying to get through one chapter without  a toddler slapping me in the face. Either one of those.

10. Organize and backup photos. I was doing SO well at keeping up with all my photos. They were uploaded, edited, organized, backed up, and shared on Facebook. I was machine. Then my kid started walking and talking and slapping me in the face for reasons I’m still unclear about. Anyway, it’s just really hard to dodge toddler assaults and be organized. I’m going to try this month though.

What about you? Got any amazing goals for August? Or tips on how to protect myself from a toddler? I will take those as well.

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