Ok, readers.  This is a NO BRAINER if I've ever seen one.  Like my new associate, Joanna, says (yes, I said associate...we'll get to that soon!), "Duh, and duh."

Not only are the girls from Caplan Miller Events completely DOMINATING the event industry, but they are also just rad chicas who have expertise in all areas.  This includes, but is not limited to fashion, socializin', domestic goddessness, jetsettin', and the word on the street.  I love 'em, and you'll love 'em.  Check 'em out and leave them the blog equivalent of a snuggie...a comment!

What would I be doing if I wasn't a photographer?  Well, if I had stayed on track with my former career path, I would likely still be a psychology professor and fully licensed counselor at a university, and would be working my way on up to be a dean.  Or...I'd be a writer.  It's a good thing that I am a photographer, because I would HATE to have to compete with this chick.  Anna Mitchael can beat me at my own game, eat me for lunch, and rinse me down the drain in two shakes of a lamb's tail.  Despite the fact that she is light-years ahead of me in the writing talent race, I don't despise her.  In fact, I have begun to think of her as a "friend", as stalkerish as that may be.  (Oh, c'mon.  You know you do it, too.)

Anna contacted me last fall, hoping to get onto my crazy calendar for some portraits of her and her boyfriend, but I was unfortunately too booked.  I hope I will get the chance to work with her again sometime soon, so I can stop stalking and maybe soak up some her of genius.  In the meantime, you can bet your sweet ass that I will be picking up her book, Just Don't Call Me Ma'am, when it comes out this April.

I have a lot of blogs that I read for personal pleasure...mostly for humor.  I love nothing more than sarcasm, sharp tongues, and quick wit.  Gee, I wonder why I married Bobby.  ;-)  (Did ya pick up on the sarcasm there?)

I'd love to share some of these blogs with you from time to time, if ya don't mind.  I mean, I KNOW my blog is your absolute favorite and you have SUCH a hard time prying yourself away from it and you might feel like you're cheating on me if you go elsewhere, even for a moment, BUT...you hafta trust me that I won't hold it against you.  We WON'T end up in therapy.  Promise.

So, with that said, go check out Unhappy Hipsters and add it to your Google Reader.  You'll surely laugh your ass off.