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{really.good.stuff}

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i am a wife first, a mom second, and a photographer third. to the everyday client, or  a top of their field business pro, this would seem like a bad thing to admit. luckily, all of my clients are extraordinary, and they get it. reality is….well, it just is. and lately, maybe i have been missing that. my career is certainly important, but most days i wake up every day to the pitter patter of tiny feet against my hardwood floors, and i am nothing more than your run of the mill, traditional, stay at home mom and wife.

i have done a lot of “jobs” in my search for the divine epiphany of life long fulfillment and satisfaction when it comes to a career. i worked as a bagger at supermarket (who hasn’t right?), i have worked in a convenient store/pizza place/ place to get beer at 11:00am on the way home from clamming the flats, i have landscaped and tended plants, i have raked blueberries and trimmed trees, i have telemarketted for a once fortune 500 company (i was shockingly good at this), i have been a jeweler, i have been an internet support technician, i have sold cell phone plans…i have sold just about everything but houses actually,  and when my husband became a computer technician for a small town, i found myself, for the very first time since i was 15 years old, without an actual “job”….and i became a stay at home mom.

now…as you might imagine, being a mom is riveting, edge of your seat excitement on a moment to moment basis. right. actually…not so much. excuse my honesty for a moment, but the every day monotony of housework and child conversation can swallow you until you find yourself, one fine day, talking to the postman in 3 year old jargon when asking for a stamp to mail  your electric bill. (luckily, my postman understands baby talk, but you get the point).  i get up every day, not as a photographer, but as a mom. and its not glamorous, and my house isn’t always clean like i wish it was, and some days, i don’t wash the floor on my hands and knees (okay, i never do this….but in case my grandma was listening from heaven…i had to say that i DO), and sometimes giving the kids a bath can only be compared to running a marathon when you haven’t carb loaded, and you stayed up too late the day before.

but the truth is…the every day…is good. it’s REALLLLY good. ridiculously delicious even. and when the pitter patter of little feet run by my bedroom door WAY too early in the morning (helloooo, when do kids start sleeping in???), i should be nothing but thankful and full of…well, pure, uninhibitted joy. because i have it all…great little girls, a super sweet hubby, amazing friends near and far, a somewhat (cough) clean house, and i have the ‘every day’ life…the clothes hanging on the line outside, the cookouts, the flu seasons, the car pool to school, the pick up the dry cleaning, the drama free and relaxing nights at home…a completely thrilling every day life….

and a dishwasher. i also have that.

Daily Mantra: “joy is what happens to us when we allow ourselves to recognize how good things really are….” {marianne williamson}

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{snow.day}

Soooooo…another day that looks like THIS….

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I decided that today we would spend most of the day in. What is a girl to do in Maine when its snowy, and cold, and just…late February?

Welllll…this….

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and then the “spa lunch”…peanut butter and jelly..perfect day..

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Daily Mantra: “love of beauty is taste, the creation of beauty is art…{ralph.waldo.emerson}

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{winters.worry}

daily mantra:

i’ve seen a rich man beg
i’ve seen a good man sin
i’ve seen a tough man cry
i’ve seen a loser win
and a sad man grin
i heard an honest man lie
i’ve seen the good side of bad
and the down side of up
and everything between….

{everlast}

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{closer.to.fine}

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Daily Mantra:

I went to the doctor, I went to the mountains
I looked to the children, I drank from the fountains
There’s more than one answer to these questions
Pointing me in a crooked line
And the less I seek my source for some definitive
The closer I am to fine

{the.indigo.girls}

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{dear ordinary day….}

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daily mantra: “Normal day, let me be aware of the treasure you are. Let me learn from you, love you, bless you before you depart. Let me not pass you by in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow. Let me hold you while I may, for it may not always be so. One day I shall dig my nails into the earth, or bury my face in the pillow, or stretch myself taut, or raise my hands to the sky and want, more than all the world, your return.” {mary.jean.iron}

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{my.own.prozac}

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Daily Mantra:

Yes the world is the best place of all
for a lot of such things as
making the fun scene
and making the love scene
and making the sad scene
and singing low songs and having inspirations
and walking around
looking at everything
and smelling flowers
and goosing statues
and even thinking
and kissing people and
making babies and wearing pants
and waving hats and
dancing
and going swimming in rivers
on picnics
in the middle of the summer
and just generally
‘living it up’

{lawrence.ferlingetti}

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something struck me in Conan’s speech…the honesty, and his overall non-bitterness about the whole situation. i never watched the Tonight Show regularly, but his last late night breath of thankfulness oozed out and glowed. his one wish…for people, especially young people, to not be cynical and to be kind. it really made me think…about the general attitude of our nation and our world and i began to wonder where the happy people went. last night, i tried to watch the movie Twilight. the kids (now that i am almost 30 i can say officially, i am safely out of adolescence thank goodness) in the  movie were just so sad. i turned it off an hour in. (please don’t pillage my person for saying so…) despite hormonal disruption, dealing with divorce (my father was actually divorced twice), drama filled break ups, and other issues, i would have to say that i was a pretty happy teen as were most of my friends who probably had problems far greater than my own. i am still happy. i really, truly am. but have you ever been around people that are cynically sarcastic, only to find yourself jumping on the “woe is me” bandwagon instead of resisting it? i do this all the time, and you know what….i am done with it.  there is plenty of good…overflowing good, even, in my life and in this world. being a negative person isn’t a good look for me…or anyone.

and thanks to the wonder that is the internet…

i came across this article written by Mark Morford of the San Fransisco Chronicle that is just brilliant…

Why are you so terribly disappointing?

What the hell is wrong with you? Are you really going to wear that? Why aren’t you right now cooking me a nice meal and wearing those hot boy shorts you know I love and saying those words you know I want to hear at exactly the moment I like to hear them, to make me feel better about everything, even though I probably won’t?

What happened to my bonus? What happened to my job? What happened to my country? Why can’t it all go the way it’s supposed to go? You mean having a kid won’t solve my marriage problems? Why don’t these drugs make me feel better? Where’s that goddamn waiter with my salad? Have you seen the stupid weather today? Is this really all there is?

These are, from what I can glean, the most important questions of the day, of the month, of modern life itself. Hell, what with the economy and job situation, the housing market and the overall feel and texture of the nation right now, it’s no wonder Americans are, by and large, a goddamn miserable bunch. We don’t like anything right now. No politician, no decision, no situation, no inhale, no exhale. We are sick to death of all of it, including ourselves.

Can you blame us? Have you seen how many things there to be disappointed about these days? Love. Sex. Marriage. Stock market. God. Gas mileage. Death. Air travel. 5/9ths of the Supreme Court. It’s all just a big goddamn letdown. The list is endless. And getting endlesser.

The evidence is everywhere. I calculate it took about seven minutes, give or take, after Steve Jobs finished introducing the shinypretty iPad before the whiny attacks on the wondergizmo began flooding in, how it didn’t have this or that expected feature, how it can’t do live video chat, doesn’t have Flash, the bezel is too big and it won’t double as a meat thermometer, how it doesn’t really revolutionize much of anything despite how it’s, you know, this gorgeous 1.5-pound slab of aluminum and glass that works flawlessly and can perform roughly one thousand tasks in a more fluid and astonishing way than any device of its kind in history.

Big f–ing deal. We just do not care. It’s all a big disappointment. Hey, I was expecting to be blown away. I was expecting miracles and transformations and multiple twitching orgasms on sight. Do not come at me with tantalizing promises only to reveal that you can fulfill most of them to a fairly good degree, and not far exceed all of them in every imaginable way. We’re Americans, goddammit. Ye shall know us by the tang of our bitter and untenable jadedness.

Also, global warming? Total effing letdown. Americans are no longer believing in it. Do you know why? Not because the mountains of scientific proof aren’t there. Not because it’s not happening. But because it’s not yet happening to us like they said it would in the movies and those worst-case scenario books. Where are the zombies? The ice forests? Where’s the tidal wave crashing over the Himalayas? I want my goddamn apocalypse, and I want it now.

Hey, you annoying gay people? Ditto, to you. All this uproar about rights and gender, all this talk about how gay marriage is now legal in a handful of states, and still the very fabric of whinysad 50-percent divorce rate Christian society has yet to unravel and cause riots and induce all white Midwestern children to spontaneously combust. I mean, WTF? So disappointing.

My God, did you hear that pathetic State of the Union? That guy, that President Obama? Disappointing times a thousand, am I right? What the hell happened to him? Why is he so weak and ineffectual? Why the hell can’t he step up and fix the entire planet in under 400 days like he promised he would, in my dreams and fantasies and impossible liberal grass-fed organic tofu greengasms? Doesn’t he know I put a goddamn bumper sticker on my Subaru for him? I’ve never done that for anyone. Bastard.

He’s only accomplished what, about 100 of the things I expected him to accomplish by now? Big deal. I have, like, 5,000 more. Health care reform has failed. Guantanamo is still open. Wars are still warring. Jobs are still sucking. Gays are still unhappy because the entire human understanding of love and gender in this nation has not completely transformed within a year. Infuriating!

But the biggest disappointment of all? Turns out one calm n’ brilliant Barack Obama isn’t enough to solve the problem of 535 vile n’ slothful congressional jackals who aren’t Barack Obama. Go figure.

Shall we recall just how violently disappointed those fundamentalists were when Bush bumbled off the stage, the single greatest disaster as president we will ever know? They were, of course, mostly disappointed Bush wasn’t able to do far more repellant damage than he did. They wanted nothing less than full-scale war on Islam, death to all abortion doctors, creationism in schools, homosexuality banned outright, all you scary women to please stop it with your needy n’ terrifying vaginas. You know, the usual.

And now it’s the hardcore Dems’ turn, in reverse. Obama cannot do enough good, fast enough. He is failing as our personal SuperJesus. Not because he’s not accomplishing volumes and making all sorts of history, but because we were expecting total mindblowing revolution. Hey, it’s his own fault, right? He’s the one that set out one of the most ambitious agendas in presidential history to go along with the million-mile hole he has to dig us out of first. Can you blame us for whining?

But we don’t stop there. Not only are we disappointed, we need to express it. Vent it. Hiss it and spit it and hurl it like fistfuls of mental manure at the great wall of hey, screw you.

You have but to take a peek in the comments section below this column, any column, any article on this or any news site whatsoever, to see just how mean and nasty we have become. It does not matter what the piece might be about. Obama’s speech. High speed rail. Popular dog breeds. Your grandmother’s cookies. The anonymous comments section of any major media site or popular blog will be so crammed with bile and bickering, accusation and pule, hatred and sneer you can’t help but feel violently disappointed by the shocking lack of basic human kindness and respect, much less a sense of positivism or perspective.

Maybe this, then, is the ultimate upshot of our endless, self-wrought swirl of sour disappointment, of never having our impossible needs fully met, of constantly being thwarted in our desire to have the world revolve around our exact set of specifications and desires.

Our disappointment begins to curdle, to turn back on itself, poison the heart, turn us nasty and low. It shifts from merely being a national mood or general temperament, into a way of being. A wiring, deep and harmful and permanent. It’s all very disappointing, really.


Want to pass it on…here is the link:  http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/g/a/2010/01/29/notes012910.DTL




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{a.conversation.with.katie}

daily mantra: space is a breath of art…{frank.lloyd.wright}

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me: what do you want to read tonight?

katie: SkippyJonJones!!

me: which one?

katie: the spice one. mommy, i love skippy jon jones.

me: what do you like about the spice one?

katie: the aliens.

me: what does an alien look like?

katie: {see picture 2 alien look-a-like}

me: how big is mars?

katie: its big like THIS….{see picture 3 for example}

me: all done…guess what time it is.

katie: bed time? {see picture 4}

me: yup

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{-10 years ago…}

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daily mantra:

“your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. don’t be trapped by dogma…which is living with the results of other people’s thinking. don’t let the noise of others opinions drown out your own inner voice. and most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. they, somehow, already know what you truly want to become. everything else is just secondary.” {steve.jobs}

……

-10 years ago i was a different person going in different directions, and living in a different world. you could have found me crossing the snowy mall of the University of Maine campus…sprinting to my class because the closest parking spot was 2 miles away. 10 years ago, i was married, but not to someone i loved. and being married to someone you don’t love is harder than being alone. 10 years ago today, i thought i knew everything i needed to know about life, and that all that was left was finishing college and paying off my student loans, and finding the white picket fence somewhere in between.

-9 years ago…i found out i knew nothing and became a much happier person.

i met the true love of my life and we started on our journey to forever. not necessarily the white picket fence but somewhere in between.

even 5 years ago i couldn’t have imagined where i am now….that i would be living in, of all places, Rumford, Maine…that i would have my own business…that we would own a house {!}, or even that we had two cars that are actually running…at the same time…so we can drive them places. {yay!!!}

10 years, not without bumps in the road or without sadness, but with so much more happiness, fun, and more importantly…contentment than i would have ever imagined.

i wonder what the next 10 will bring. i am sure i will write about it then.

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{the.wednesday.whistle}

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dear mikki and katie….

we are on the cusp of 2010. while i find new years resolutions are often bright lights of doomed failure laying in the shadows, i do feel that goals on an every day, every week, every  month, etc. basis are not only important but a way to measure your own personal growth.  so, i sat you both down on our living room couch and asked you, with all seriousness and formality, what your goals were for this up coming new year.

Mikki…your goal was to use better manners and whine less. this is why you are my favorite.  because despite this lofty ambition {one i should perhaps try myself even} you already have impeccable manners for a 6 year old. your other goal was to have more fun….which is brilliant. i think every one’s yearly mission should be to have more fun.

Katie…your goal was to eat more cookies and learn about rocket ships. hmmmm….yes. this was a typical Katie answer.

the dawning of 2010 has left mommy in a bit of a panic. first, i will be 30. when i tried to explain 30 to you this morning, Mikki, you said simply. . . “holy moly, Mom, that is a big number.”

awesome.

i usually make some ridiculously unattainable weight loss goal. i am not going to do that this year…set yourself up for success right? this year i resolve to eat fewer cookies {unlike you, Katie}. i will put my Jillian Michael’s DVD at least once a week, if for nothing else than to make me feel guilty for not having the fortitude to put it in more often. {guilt is a good motivator for me} moreover, my goal for 2010 is to simply hit the PAUSE button once in a while on life. the whirling, twirling of time this past year has left me feeling not only disoriented but robbed of moments that i didn’t stop and enjoy. 2010 is definitely the year where i unplug the computer more  and leave my blackberry in my purse {…in the closet…under a pile of neatly folded blankets which has a pile of dirty clothes on it….yes, it takes that much to get me away from my blackberry}.

so here is to more fun, less whining, more {and less} cookies, and more stopping to smell the roses, girls…

all my love darlings,

mommy

p.s. daily mantra: “sometimes you just have to take the leap and build your wings on the way down”….{kobi.yamada}

p.p.s: one of my goals for 2010 was to rebuild, and redesign my website. i am checking this one off the list: check it out! http://www.labellavitaphotos.com/

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i have debated posting about this for a few months. and i wonder now if i will regret this entry… be in the middle of doing the dishes tonight and have a sudden charge of heart, blow back to my computer in a frenzy, and delete it. maybe. more often than not, this blog is about my kids and my life, and this one event is a part of it, for good or for bad.

i am just going to come out and say it now….

about 2 weeks before i shot my first wedding of the season, i had a miscarriage. and as many of you know this isn’t my first. this is my second. and perhaps the reason i didn’t write about it openly this time was because i didn’t want to expose myself that way right before my first full season as a wedding photographer. and perhaps the reason i didn’t write about it is because, honestly, i just still don’t know how i feel about it.  sad, yes. . angry, yes. but also…something different, and perhaps something wrong. i felt, and continue to be completely….numb.

i can still feel the crisp paper of the doctors examination table, and the draft in the back of the paper johnny. Katie was with me sitting in the chair adult like, but still with a diaper showing through her leggings. she was skimming a picture book like it was a People magazine and humming a tune of her own creation. this was my third trip in to the office in 3 weeks for an ultrasound, my 7th total. they tell you, as long as the numbers rise, you’re fine. you find yourself relying on those hCG numbers like they are stock numbers in a volatile market. they tell you as long as you are sick, you are fine…as long as your breasts are still sore and full, you are fine. but, even that day as i sat there trying to tell those things to myself while i waited for the doctor to get done with her 36th weeker, i knew that wasn’t always the case. i knew because i had had been through this before.

“mrs. burse.” her voice whipped into the office as she closed the door. this was a new office to me. all women doctors or midwifes. all amazing in their experience. i liked it. they a fish tank in their waiting room and a fountain in the lobby, and no receptionist. just nurses and doctors and fish. she sat down on her swivel stool and instantly spun over to Katie child-like and tickled her on the belly. she touched my knee. this was my signal that it was time. i knew because i had been through this before.

she placed the probe on my belly. she looked hard. she pressed and tilted and drove her fingers through my rib cage and pubic bone. no beats. no movement. nothing. she reached out to help me up. the doctor didn’t have tell me, but still, i think this made it more difficult for her in the end. Katie was still thumbing the pages of her book. Mikki had been with me the time i found out with the last miscarriage and this was so eerily like that.

the whole time the doctor was going over the “what to do next” instructions i couldn’t help but concentrate on Katie licking tip of her finger to go the next, crunchy page. i worried about her getting a paper cut. the pages of the Little Red Hen sounded harsh and raw.

“mrs.burse?” the doctor brought me back in. i had heard every word even though i wasn’t listening. i am a mother of two, after all. “D & C. i will have a D & C.” she was waiting for me to cry but i didn’t. i slipped on my jeans. they barely fit. as i sat down in the plastic chair i let out a huge sigh. Katie had turned her attention from the book to the inner workings of my purse. the doctor was prompting me to sign, so i did. when she stepped out of the office for a photocopy i called Mike. it was then that i cried, and when the doctor saw the tears on my face as she re-entered the room she seemed relieved to see them. tears mean that i got it and i did.

yup. i did.

that was the end of may for me and since then i have moved through the days like nothing happened. i didn’t miss a session. i haven’t worn my heart on my sleeve. and when people ask if my husband and i intend on more little ones, i just say the truth. i don’t know. because i don’t. the fear would be overwhelming. i am not sure if i am up for that. i don’t know if i could put my husband, my girls, or myself through that again.

i had planned the tattoos for 3 months, paid the deposit, and waited. 2 weeks ago, i walked into the tattoo studio in downtown Portland with my husband, and as i sat down in the chair i realized that i still wasn’t sad. i waited for the emotion to flood me like a too small boat among too large waves. it didn’t. he did the heart first, the symbol for twins…for both sets that i have lost. the dragonfly lotus stands for rebirth, new light, and joy. and the only thing i felt that day was freedom. i realized that the depression i suffered almost 4 years ago with the first loss was enough, and although i was sad about this second loss, i had been prepared by life experience for it. i had been blessed with a busy, successful summer so i wouldn’t dwell too long in my over thinking, and the happy giggles of the girls playing outside in our own backyard in the early morning wetness of the grass had kept me from going to a place too deep inside myself. and for all of that, i am so, so thankful.

daily mantra: “dreams are illustrations from the book your soul is writing about you.” {marsha.norman}

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