Recovering

First, I totally spaced it and didn’t name the restaurant, duh!! It was Brio Tuscan Grill:)

It’s been a week of sickness and a weekend of a massive photo convention. Today, I feel like I am finally getting back on my feet.

Last week, I caught a fever bug, and man, having a fever is no fun at all. I tried to maintain consciousness throughout the day, tending the boys, until Shaun came home and took over. He’s been wonderful, sending me to bed early, putting the boys to bed, and cleaning up the house. I tried my best to get better before the big WPPPI convention that I had planned on attending with my friends.

As strange as this sounds, I like it when we’re sick at times, because things slow down, we’re humbled and remember how small we are and how much we need the help of our Savior. I’ve tried to keep that pace this week, now that we are better.

I then had a mommy’s break for three days. I headed down to the strip, entered the MGM, and attended some photography university classes with my fellow photog gals. I learned buckets of great photo information, and much that can be applied to my business. Incredibly worth it. We were among 600 other photographers in that huge conference room, with our barcode name tags, checking in with security every time we left to use the bathroom. (A lot, for girls, you know:)

Monday was the trade show, a HUGE show of booths, companies, products, and loads of people to bump through. I printed out my map beforehand, circled some main places to see, and looked at albums, photo books, and other goodies that I wanted to offer in my products. Won a few freebies, and brought home a ton of paper junk.

Last night, I assisted a photo shoot at the great Neon Boneyard, a place that has all the old neon signs from casinos in the past. It’s hard to get in there, $200 if you want to hold a photo shoot, and lots of paper work. I was holding the flash up for my friend, while she fired away at this incredibly stylized and beautiful model, who was an amazing poser! It was hard to not drool and want to take pics also, but that wasn’t my job that day. As we walked around the place, I just felt like a kid in a candy shop, looking at all the signs, the colors, the faded vintage feel of it all. Fun place. As we left, I got the model’s name and info, and she was up for a future photo shoot with me and other friends. Sweet! Perks of being a local, ha ha!

So, I feel that I had this weekend in the world, surrounded by worldly stuff, loud noise, more cigarette smoke than ever, and it felt great to come home to my family. To give them hugs, play with them, and see why I’m investing so much in this photo business. It’s for them, and for my passion of this craft. I love my family so much.