It’s my opinion that the Mother/Son dance is not the popular dance to watch at a wedding. Perhaps it’s because it’s the last formal dance leading up to an open dance floor and a mass consumption of beverages. Perhaps it’s because it’s typically not as emotional…that’s usually the bride’s job to cry. Either way, it’s...
It’s typically during this dance when I cry. Behind the camera I am sniffling and simultaneously trying to wipe my nose and snap a picture. I go as far as warning each bride I work with about my dilemma that, in the end, I am heavily emotional and super-sappy over the dance segments. I can’t help...
Don’t condemn my mini-tribute to Lady G aka Gaga…the chick friggin’ rocks. Last night I was introduced to the XBox Kinnect and Dance Revolution. After many a years…Jeni got her groove back. While tearing it up on the dance floor known as “my friend Anne’s living room”, I got to thinkin’ about how I should post...
Dear Peachey, All of my long-time friends know you. Some of them, in fact, remember dressing you up like a doll when you were just seven weeks old and I would pretend to rock you to sleep like a baby. You never really liked that…the spitting and hissing of your stank breath in my face...
I’d like to think of myself as attractive. I’m not nearly as conceited as I used to be – 15 additional pounds and minimal dancing these days has really curbed the feeling of cuteness I once used to bear. Jeff stands behind the notion that I’m just being too hard on myself — I stand behind the...
