props

My dear blogging friend (and fellow awesome grandparent), Susan, asked about the chalkboard bubble prop used at Holly and Ben’s baby shower. It is a fun prop to help break the ice at an event such as that, to get people to interact more with the camera rather than just striking a cheesy pose or, worse, be a part of a really bad, unflattering shot because you have a stick up your butt and forgot to remove said stick before you arrived at the event where many pictures will be taken.

No, I wouldn’t be talking about anyone attending the kids’ shower…certainly not certain in-laws of my daughter’s! But if I were talking about certain in-laws I would have to wonder why did you even bother to show up and be all pissy and rude…in my house?

But back to the prop. It is a great prop. Best photography-related purchase I made this year. I wish my best photography-related purchase I made this year was an amazing Canon Rebel T3i.

Alas, no.

But the chalkboard speech bubble is the best and I found it at Photojojo.

As promised, it does give confidence to the meek, liven up even the dullest of shots and really does make your photos talk.

Oh heck! It’s fun!

Unless your subjects are in a pissy, rude mood.

For the more crafty types, it can be made with your own two hands all easy-peasy like.

Here are some other great photo props ideas that will definitely make your portrait taking fun and more creative. When people compliment you on your clever, creativity just smile demurely and say thank you…then snap away!

policy

Having had the privilege of seeing countless babies be born over the last two decades, I have also been privy to the good, the bad and the “WHAT?!” of names for these beautiful babies. This experience only serves to affirm my belief that there needs to be a name police force. Of course I am more than willing to step up and take this job. I’m a giver that way. The way I see it is you just never know what someone will think of someone with an unfortunate name like Get A. Grip when they encounter them.

Who would name their precious child a name like that really?

Apparently Mr. & Mrs. Grip would.

In all seriousness, here on MY blog I do have a comment policy.

  • You can say what you like.
  • You certainly don’t have to agree with me.
  • You do have to be respectful because what you put out there on the internet is very easily traced right back to you (even when you cleverly think that you are anonymous)…especially when you have a name like Get A. Grip.

done for the day

It’s been that kind of day!

Anyone who follows me on Facebook might have caught the drama, as my friend Diane called it, on my Facebook page. It serves me right! I deserved it! I mean what was I thinking to actually post a recent quote from the Rev. Billy Graham after he met with and prayed together with President Obama?

As we approach the National Day of Prayer on May 6, I want to encourage Christians everywhere to pray for our president, and for all those in positions of authority, and especially for the men and women serving in our military.

Graham has met with and prayed with now 12 consecutive presidents dating back to President Harry S. Truman and as always, walked the talk of a man after God’s own heart keeping his political views to himself and focusing instead on spiritual matters during his visit. I found the news of the meeting inspiring and historical considering the possibility that this might be the last US president to meet with Graham. And feeling inspired and hoping to perhaps unite some of my friends after seeing a hateful joke circulate on Facebook I shared Graham’s quote with my Facebook friends. I respect that my friends have opposing political views but why couldn’t we united on one thin g, Graham’s call to us all to pray for our leaders and our troops.

I know…what was I thinking!

I was thinking that my friends could see that this was not a political statement but rather a call to prayer. I was thinking that my friends could put aside their own political agendas and righteous I’m-right-and-you-are-wrong-stupid-and-clearly-going-to-hell way of thinking and just focus on this simple act.

It started out nice enough. Then one “friend” just had to leave a snarky comment that waved his dripping tea bag all over the idea that we should/could pray for those who serve our country. What followed was childish, churlish, ridiculous and completely disrespectful.

Um, thanks friends. Truly. Thank you! Your political street fight is now deleted and if you can’t take it elsewhere I’ll delete you too. Don’t like it? I don’t care. Delete me. I don’t care. I am disgusted, disappointed and done, done for the day.

come out, come out, wherever you are…

By way of one of my blogging idols, Kelly, it has come to my attention that we are in the midst of (Inter)National Delurking Week here in the Land of Blogs. So in my very best Glinda the Good Witch of the North voice I am calling:

Come out, come out wherever you are…

Come out and say hello. Where are you from? What brought you here to the Big Top?

good news!

According to this morning’s pre-op lab test, I am NOT pregnant!

I’m home and reasonably coherent. At least I can sit in a recliner and attempt to catch up with my laptop without nodding off and drooling a little bit. Let me just say that when your anesthesiologist is named “Wine” you know that you are going to feel good! I did. I do now too…as long as I remember to take my pain pill and try not to move around too fast. So I won’t. I will just lounge around here under the Big Top in my favorite t-shirt, boxer shorts and compression dressing on my right leg from my groin to my ankle. It is THE hottest thing let me tell you. When I am a little more focused I will blog with you later, I promise. In the meantime, thank you for the well wishes and good thoughts. They really made me smile and I promise this isn’t the narcotics talking.