Photography Day Nine... Relaxation...

The best place to relax is the beach. This is the one California girl stereotype that I completely follow and will follow til the day I die. I love the beach. I prefer private beaches because I'm not into shit loads of people being around me and I like being able to read a book while listening to the surf without interruption.

Hawaii circa 1989

Hawaii circa 1999

Day Nine... (Dance)

Time Warp

Okay, dancing is something that I don't do. Not even chair dancing. It's just something I avoid at all costs. I don't know why, but it's how I am. Apparently that gene didn't get passed down to me, because everyone else in my family has absolutely no problem with dancing. The ONLY song I have ever voluntarily danced to is "The Time Warp" from the Rocky Horror Picture Show. This hell-must-have-frozen-over event occurred at my friend Becky's sweet 16 birthday party when Nancy decided it would be fun for her and me to dance to that song and see how many people would join in. Never again have I voluntarily danced. Other than the occasional wild hair up my ass that has made me bust out a couple moves walking down the hallway dancing to some classic rock music, but I wouldn't actually call what I did dancing. Ha. Ever since dancing to The Time Warp, whenever I here it I feel the urge to get up and relive that moment.

Day Nine... (Got my back)

Wedding Day August 2, 1975

Day nine is supposed to be a pic of the person that has always been there for you. I like to think that my mom and I have a "Gilmore Girls" type of relationship in reverse. Basically I tell her EVERYTHING and vice versa. My mom has been there for me through everything. I respect her and love her more than anyone or anything else in the entire universe. I don't know what I'd do without her. Thank you mommy!

Mom and I in Hawaii. Circa 1989.

Yes, I may almost be 24yrs old...

...but I still call her mommy.