new albums & cranky 12 year-olds.

 Wow. That blog entry title + sleep deprivation, can it be a good thing?

I thought I would finally take the time to play a bit with my new templates, being that it’s what cool over-tired-but-wired mom’s do at 2:30 in the morning.  I adjusted the color on some just for kicks and I’m loving the customization available – these are going to make stunning albums/books.  And what do you know, two more of little miss A.M. to sneak in!

Coming soon is a huge spring and summer special on albums/books – I know you must be looking forward to it! =)

Onto other ramblings.

Tonight I thought it’d be nice to break up K.’s spring break a bit and do a mommy and daughter movie night. Monsters Vs. Aliens fancied her, so why not?  Dinner at Bob Evans and off to Paramount.

Ahhh… the theatre.  Bombarded with close to twenty which I am going to guess were 12-13 year olds who were loud, obnoxious, and creating that ever-present annoying texting cellphone glow.  As they continued to fly in and out of the theatre, I finally pleaded for them to be quiet, and they obliged.

Not five minutes later they were carrying on again so I politely got up, walked over, and sternly (yet still politely) asked them to hush it.  This kept going on and I wasnt going to go get the workers (who randomly never came in, but I’m certain if I’d have propped my feet on the chair in front of me,  they would have been in there) and make K. miss her movie.  So finally, I became that lady in the theatre who yells.  A gentle sigh of relief and a clap came over the rest of the crowd.  When the movie was over, a few of them said loudly, “yay, now we can talk!” – super sarcasticly.

And I turned to them and said, “yes, you are right. I am wrong. I paid 12 bones to come to this theatre and listen you babble the whole night.  I was wrong for asking you to be quiet, and it was crazy of me to even think I would ask of such. I am so sorry”.

I can’t stand it.  I sure hope I never find out my kids were being disruptive and rude in public without me around…!  I just wanted to have a nice night out with my girl.

So, between the door opening and closing fifteen times, the squeels, stomps, text-a-thon glowing and bad language… we got through the movie.  Kind of an odd movie, however.

Back to the grindstone tomorow. I’ve spent hours proofing the last two days.  And yet here I sit. 

A post I read on a forum today gave the reality of photography and pricing.  People gasp and blow smoke when they read that someone charges what they do for a session or for an event/wedding… I charge 35-70 dollars an hour depending on the job – and some feel that’s outrageous (I haven’t had that happen to me yet, I am just saying in general).  This post compared that when someone spends such on photography, the images are there forever.  When someone spends 60/hour for a massage, its over after the hour.  30/haircut, and you have to re-do it in a month.  45/pedicure – and your nails grow and have to be re-done.

60/hour.

100/forever.

hmmm… something to think about?

We are more inclined to spend money on something that is short term than something we are going to keep for always.  Not just a custom photography based argument about why pricing is such (or how you are paying for the artwork and artists image, not just the print/paper  itself) – but a touch into the way we spend in general. The way we delegate – on the whim and in the moment, we humans are =)

Well…good night morning.

dani