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Oh. Hey guys.

It was 2016 the last time I wrote anything. Now it's 2018. Whoops.
For all of the friends still existing here, I think it's time I officially said goodbye to Livejournal and it feels like I'm walking away from a very long and complicated relationship. But it just isn't holding my attention anymore.

Anyway. Here's where you can find me:

www.windettphotography.com -- the website for my business. (News flash, I'm a real life business owner now.)

Facebook

Wordpress - kinda like my livejournal, but without the constant reminder that I was once also a teenager.

Thanks for the good times. Follow me elsewhere if you want.
Otherwise, bye forever.
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The puppy found a home and I can't lie - I'm relieved. After a week of having her with us, I realized with a certainty that I was just not ready for another puppy. I was happy to help, pay for her vet care and get her healthy, but fostering over adoption was the smarter decision. I'm sure I'll get another dog one day... but Zach's right... a new house and more space needs to happen first. But here is a couple of photos of her, as promised.

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Recently, my hours at work were cut almost in half... and I was only one among many. We don't know the exact reason why, but we suspect it's because the office manager hired an assistant when the clinic couldn't afford it. The head receptionist is now legitimately worried that she's going to lose us (as if her recent behavior wasn't already pushing us to start looking around. And this is already considering that full time employees are no longer offered any benefits. So, really, the whole thing feels like a sinking ship.) But I guess there's a silver lining... having my hours cut affords me extra time to continue pursuing my business. I've already had a meeting with a mentor a few weeks ago and I have a meeting with a tax adviser set up for tomorrow morning. After that, I can get the ball rolling and get legal. That was the plan for September and so far, I'm holding true.

In other news - as of yesterday, I took in a foster puppy. I have pictures (duh) but I'm too lazy to upload them right now... so I guess you'll just have to take my word for it that she's cute. As usual, Zach protested, but immediately warmed to her when she came home and has already started suggesting ridiculous names. To be honest, I'm still not totally convinced we need another dog and am trying to talk myself out of any attachment to her. Logic says, "You don't have room. You probably can't afford it. Oakley's going to be jealous. Do you even have the patience to deal with a puppy?" but she looks at me with her little sad eyes and I'm like, "WHAT EVEN IS LOGIC."

But if someone comes along who will give her a good home and a happy life, I don't suppose I'll object. As of right now, the plan is to fatten her up a little bit (she was found wandering the streets, malnourished, and full of worms. A bath, dewormer treatments and antibiotics have done her some good, but she's still very skinny) and pass her along. But, you know, if Zach falls in love with her, I guess there won't be much I can do, huh? 
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Zach and I talked. Generally, I'm feeling better. I got up earlier than usual this morning and it felt nicer than I expected. I'm usually such a terrible morning person. So, perhaps it will become a more regular thing for me. I'm taking more portraits at parties, like I used to in 2010, whilst so enamored with how cool my friends are. (I'm still enamored with their coolness, don't get me wrong.) I've been playing around with some new presets in lightroom and there's a part of me that feels like it's cheating, but damn they're making my photos look good (I think.) Gotta give credit where it's due, though: I downloaded these puppies from Nate Photographic. So, now you can make your photos look beautiful too.


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I woke up this morning to one of my books falling off the shelf.

I was half asleep, the kitten was wreaking havoc in the bedroom, so I put the blame on her and snoozed for another hour.

When I finally got out of bed, I went to replace the book and couldn't figure out where it had fallen from or how the cat would have gotten it down. I had recently spent an entire day cleaning the house top to bottom - with special attention on organizing the bedroom. Though the bookshelves are too crowded to ever look perfect, every book had a place and nothing to my knowledge had been thrown in precariously.

This particular book was "Peter Rabbit and Friends" - a fairly large hardback volume that I had since I was a child. As I held it and tried to find a place to return it, another memory resurfaced through the fog of sleep:

I tried to get rid of this book several months ago - It was just one poor soul among many that made it into a storage bin destined for sale or donation. At the time, I was excited about the Tiny House prospect and thought I should begin whittling down my belongings. So, I went through every shelf and scrutinized each book, asking myself "Will I read this? Or will I read it again?" If the answer was "no", away it went. I felt proud of myself for filling the container near to the brim because it meant I wasn't a slave to my possessions.

One evening, Matt came over and I let him go through the bin and take whatever he wanted. Somehow Peter Rabbit ended up in his hands and whether or not he had intended to keep it, I don't know. I can't remember how the conversation went, exactly, or why I felt compelled to tell him how long I had it, but upon saying so, he promptly handed it back to me. "You should keep it, then," he said.

And so I did.

That was the book I found on the floor this morning. Even if the cat was responsible, she really knew how to make my heart ache.
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Answer for question 4595.

With the death of David Bowie last week, a lot of discussion has taken place about the quality of music in recent years -- many people feel that today's artists cannot compare to those of the past. What are your thoughts about it? Do you feel today's musicians are as talented as those from years gone by? Who do you point to as an example of a great contemporary artist, and who is your example of someone you have no idea why anyone would listen to them?
I agree with one of the previous posters - I'm drawn to music that makes me feel nostalgic and I'm not pompous enough to proclaim that one era of music is better than another. Like any art form, it grows and evolves over time. You may lament the end of a musical era, but wouldn't life be so uninteresting if everything stayed exactly the same?

I think different people interpret music in different ways, so it's not up to any one of us to judge what is good and what isn't. There are certainly artists that I don't personally enjoy listening to. Whether it's just a difference in culture or it doesn't appeal to my age group... but that shouldn't discredit them.

If I had to come up with one example of an artist that represents contemporary music, I wouldn't be able to do it, because the branches on that tree are vast and complicated. However, if I had to come up with one example of an artist who has accepted the flow of time and made it work to her advantage, it would be Amanda Palmer. Love her or hate her, she has found a way to side-step the confines of the modern (and declining) music industry and go straight to her fans instead. She may not be a "mainstream" example, but she is accepting the uncontrollable and unpredictable medium of the internet as a way to continue making her living and to comfortably dish out more music. I believe this is something a lot of contemporary, well-known musicians (to my knowledge) can't credit themselves for.

I sort of strayed off topic, I think. But beauty is in the eye of the beholder! Or something like that.
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I realized why Christmas has been sneaking up on me this year and why I've been so terrible about procrastinating getting presents together:

It doesn't feel like Christmas.

There seems to be a smorgasbord of reasons behind this, the most obvious being that I'm no longer managing a business that centers it's profits around the holiday. So, as a result, I'm not forcibly surrounded by obnoxious modern versions of Santa Baby, or passing by rows of decorated department store trees, or shouldering the hostility of stressed-out moms who just want a perfect Christmas card.

Secondly, I'm not making as much money anymore, so getting people "nice" presents has been a little more difficult. I thought a good solution to this problem would be to MAKE things... but combine my blood-born tendencies to procrastinate with my impatience for baking and my lacking craft skills... and I think you get the picture.

Thirdly, Zach has been out of town so much for work that he's just too tired for any of it. We don't have room in the house for a tree (and the cats would have their way with it anyway), the weather has been oddly warm and it's supposed to rain for the rest of the week.

Tonight, I'll be going by the craft store and hopefully will find it within myself to finish everything and wrap shit up. Christmas is in three days, God help me.

I think that the backward-ness of how I feel about everything this year is actually kind of nice. Last year, I looked forward to Christmas as an end to my suffering. This year, I'm not READY because I need to get people more THINGS.
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It's a dreary, rainy day, so getting out of bed was difficult.
I have a sore throat and a headache. It's been a while since I've felt this awful.

I knew the stream of wellness was bound to end eventually.

A friend of Zach's gave us a giant sectional couch that we just barely managed to cram in our living room. Right now, I'd rather call out of work sick than leave it. In fact, I'm kind of hoping that I either feel better by the time I go to work, or someone blesses me with, "You look terrible, maybe you should go home."

Then maybe I'll be able to get some editing done.
I've gotten a lot of side-work lately, and most of them have politely requested that their photos be finished in time to send out Christmas cards. So, I could seriously use a sick day just to sit in front of my computer until the sun goes back down.

I've been too nice to Lifetouch and I've stayed on as back up help for Cassie so she can make it in one piece through her first peak as manager. Between my occasional weekend there and the sessions I've been shooting on the side, I've barely had a true day off.

I guess I will just have to accept the fact that my house will be in a state of shambles until I catch up on editing. Then, vow to myself not to schedule any sessions in December so I can finish making Christmas presents and do something about this unholy mess I'm sitting in.

Because this is the first Christmas in a long time that I can actually enjoy, so I'm going to fucking enjoy it.

Now, I have an hour before I have to leave for work. One half-mug of hot green tea down, an I'm already feeling a liiiiittle better. So, perhaps I should go be productive or something.

See you dudes later.
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Just the other day, I sat back and realized that my entire life needs some organization. (Okay, maybe that is an exaggeration, but you can't fault me for trying to catch your attention.) My house is a straight effing wreck and somehow, this makes me feel unproductive and lazy - like, the messier my house is, the less I want to clean it. (Is that a thing that happens to normal people, or am I just gross?)

Now that I'm not in charge of the studio, I feel like I have more free time. Of course, this is a wonderful (AMAZING) thing -- except, now I'm overwhelmed by all of the things I want to DO. I have all of these ideas for projects, photoshoots, books to read, books to write, re-branding my work, redoing the website (AGAIN), etc. I just don't have enough days in the week to tackle everything at the rate my appetite is going right now.

I guess that's not a bad problem to have, right?

I keep telling myself to take it one step at a time.
Clean your fucking house first. Maybe your brain will function properly.

I don't even know why I'm writing this entry - I'm not really accomplishing anything other than staying up past midnight. I've been trying to get myself on a better schedule - get up earlier, take the dog for a walk, eat a good breakfast and get some shit done. It's been a while since I've slept until 9:00 am on a work day, so that is one small feat accomplished. Day by day, I grow into some kind of...

adult.