Shaking the Tree

Dear Father Time, That's it, I've had enough of not having enough. You think you're so funny, all your running out, aging and flying by. Well I'm going to take some of your time to ramble about you and your cruel ways. Time Flies When Your Having Fun: This must be true because I cant remember the last time I had endless fun. I am looking forward to the Halloween Bash, its a party that always ends too soon. I could dance the night away, I'm the first one on the floor and the last. But time is getting away from me. We are days away and no costume, I haven't had the time to come up with something. Where Does the Time Go: I have no idea, but it certainly doesn't go into rollover minutes, I could use some extra rollover minutes, but I suppose I've used up all my time. If I had rollover minutes I would use them at the end of each day to play play play on the computer and blog blog blog. Time is Fleeting: My flippin 20 year high school reunion is co...

Once in a while a necessary evil creeps up on me. Headshots... I hate taking headshots. Why would someone like me who has the experience and knowledge of what it takes for a great shot, hate this process? Because I feel I have the judgemental skills of one who could be on a panel like ANTM or Project Runway, thats why. I hate looking at pictures of myself taken with high tech, high end camera with great lighting and even great makeup. And still... Why do I hate? Because when you can still see flaws and signs of age even with all the beauty bells and whistles, I judge, and it depresses me. These my friends are unretouched headshots, and the wrinkled forehead, large pores and crows feet are killing me.. Today it feels official... MY NAME IS MARY ROCKWOOD CRABTREE, I'M 37 YEARS OLD AND I AM COMING OF AGE, there's no denying it, even behind chunky glasses. BUT give a girl credit here, I coming to terms and embracing the idea of this by posting these pics. I retouch everyt...