It has arrived! I'm the proud holder of an official unofficial press pass. Yeah, you heard me right. And don't think I'll be afraid to use it. Ok, so maybe just a little. I've always had this idea that if I had a lanyard with an i.d. hanging around my neck, I just might have a little more nerve when using my camera in the obvious not so touristy moments. I mean, don't people pay respect to those that they think are with the press or perhaps on a magazine shoot? And from what I see, the people here LOVE attention. So, what the heck, I do write for a publication and I do take pictures. They don't have to be know that my total following is, count'em, NINE. Some of you are hiding under rocks and refuse to step forward and be counted. I know, I know, that's an entirely different issue. So if I write, doesn't that make me a writer? If I take pictures, doesn't that make me a
If I am not considered one of the nine, you might want to add me to the list. I read everyday and I enjoy it very much! I might have to try that whole press pass thing the next time I go to a concert. Good idea!
ReplyDeleteomg. you are not my mom. this is just too much for me. wow mom...you're crazy! but i still love you.
ReplyDeleteWoohoo, Chris, you make 10...haha! I could so see you getting away with a fake press pass.
ReplyDeleteKayla...it's ok if I'm crazy if I made you smile :D but that "you're not my mom" part pierces my heart! What have I always told you? It's now what you say, but how you say it...I'll pretend you were laughing when you said that!
HA! Kayla may think you are "not my mom" but I recognize my girlfriend in that pic. You are crazy, girl. Love ya!
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