Whitney Houston

My husband’s best friend was asking me for advice on a hotel in Montego Bay as his Mom is currently stuck in Jamaica. The hotel the cruise put her up in is terrible so I hit up good ol Twitter for advice and then said HOLY SHIT very loud.  Hubs was on the phone with work (oops, sorry about that) and asked what was going on.  I told him Whitney Houston died.  He said holy shit too.  At least I’m not alone in my cursing upon hearing the news.

Am I shocked?  Yes.  Am I surprised?  No.

I know I am not the only girl (hell a few guys too) that has belted out “I Wanna Dance With Somebody” a few too many times, cried over the lyrics of “Where Do Broken Hearts Go” when we got dumped, vowed to the dumper that no matter what “I Will Always Love You” and listened to it on repeat and then rebounded with “I’m Every Woman” when we were back on track with our lives.   Without fail, there is a Whitney Houston song for about every emotion felt – especially to the teenagers who feel everything tenfold.

My childhood is peppered with momentous moments that often had something to do with Whitney’s songs.  I took an acting workshop and the grand finale had us dressing up and singing to “The Greatest Love of All.”  Of course, we can’t forget The Bodyguard which was the first rated R movies I ever saw in the theater (New Years Eve, 1992, friend’s Dad got us tickets).  It’s sad to see how many of my childhood touchstones are dying – all far too young!

I think we all knew this was coming but were hoping she would pull through and make a change.

“Didn’t We Almost Have it All” – indeed.

 

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Allergic to Cold Temperatures

One of my claims to fame is being a freak of nature.  I am allergic to cold temperatures. **pause**  Did you just laugh?

That’s what I’ve dealt with my entire life.  Whenever I’m at the doctors and tell them I’m allergic to cold temperatures I get a hearty chuckle and they say they are too.  I have to stop them and correct them and tell them while it is funny I really AM allergic to cold temperatures.  It may not be a medicine but generally it’s one the docs should know so I list it.

I can’t tell you how many times I had to prove my allergy as a kid to my classmates and friend’s parents because they didn’t believe me.  If you are curious to easily prove this allergy you can grab an ice cube and hold it against your skin and you get hives.  Fun times I assure you but it usually was the only think to stop the mocking.

It is also a deadly disease for me although I haven’t managed to die yet from it.  The worst thing for me seems to be cold water and as a kid I didn’t want to be different and only swim for a few minutes so I’d stay in a cold pool in those early June days far longer than I should have and twice it was close to killing me.  The first time I was at the local pool and got out during the requisite break and got in line for snacks.  By the time I’d got to the front of the line I’d lost my vision.  To this day it still freaks me out a bit to think of.  Suddenly I was blind and all I could see were neon highlights were things were raised.  I begged the snack lady to call the paramedics and passed out.  The next thing I recalled was them asking for my Mom’s number (she was at the bar, that’s another story for another day) and then the paramedics were there and were totally clueless what to do besides warm me up.  When I was warmed up I was ok.

The other time I think was the same summer and I was in a cold pool and stayed in far too long again.  By the time I got out I passed out again and I came to in the shower.  My Dad was on the phone with Elizabeth City (the closest hospital to us, over an hour away) and they had no idea how to deal with my allergy either.  They told my Dad to have my Mom strip down (she was the bigger of the two) and me and wrap us both up together in a blanket for body heat.  I remember vaguely being weirded out by that LOL.  Eventually though it worked and my Dad would later say that he truly thought I was going to die.  I guess it was pretty close for a while there and he knew that we wouldn’t make the hospital.

After those incidents I got a dose of reality and realized I needed to pay attention to my hives more and stop whatever I was doing when I got them.  It sucked though and even though I still could play in the snow a bit it was never for as long as I would hope for.

Here’s the kicker: generally if you have this allergy as a kid YOU GROW OUT OF IT!  As an adult with this allergy you generally acquired it secondary to an infection or mutated gene.  So I’m a double freak of nature because while I have the childhood allergy that I never grew out of, I have some of the factors of the other form of “cold allergy” called FCAS.  I get flu like symptoms and just generally feel like hell now after I have an outbreak of hives but I still get the hives fairly quickly rather than the hours later like FCAS.  Fun times I assure you.

Maybe there are others like me that will stumble on this blog and not feel so alone.  When I met the first person I ever knew to have an allergy to cold, a friend remarked it was like I’d met a long lost sibling.  It WAS like that because until then I’d never known anyone else to have it.  However it was him telling me that he’d grown out of it and he thought everyone did to get me to look further into it.

To my fellow “freaks” out there, HELLO!

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Resolutions

I always intend to make resolutions, really I do.  However, I know myself.  I’m not one of those people that have a lot of what some call stick-to-it-ness.  I really stink when it comes to resolutions.  I have NO willpower.  I just don’t.  I am lazy.  Yep, confessed lazy person here.  If you are appalled, run away now.  I won’t mind I promise.  So I know better than to do resolutions and even TRY to make an attempt at going a whole YEAR working on them, why set myself up for failure.

Last year I resolved to lose weight (didn’t happen) and make my bed every day (did great until April, then crash and burn).  In fact, the only resolution I’ve EVER made that stuck was putting moisturizer on every night.  The only reason why that worked was because it wasn’t a resolution on New Years but was something I decided to start doing when I saw friends my own age start looking 40+ because they’d loved drugs, alcohol and/or tanning too much.  I’ve not taken the best care of my skin and decided to start then and there.

Resolutions are just a way to make you feel even worse about yourself – at least in my experience.  So I’m not doing any.  Are you?

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New Years Eve

It’s almost 6PM on New Years Eve and we still aren’t sure what we are doing for tonight.  Ha.  This is typical for us.  Last year no one was really doing anything and we tossed around doing a few different things but me and the hubs weren’t feeling so hot (I’d find out on the 2nd I had bronchitis) so we decided to stay home and do nothing and it actually wasn’t bad.  If I recall I spent a good part of NYE celebrating virtually with a few friends and it wasn’t too bad.  I think we are heading to my brother in law’s house but like anything involving my in laws it’s vague and not for sure.  Most people would be so upset about this, I have friends that plan their NYE bashes for weeks – months even – in advance but I’ve never been really big into it, who knows why.

My most memorable NYE was spent at a friends house in 8th grade.  My Mom had just died the week prior and the funeral was over, the family had gone back home and I just needed a crazy night with friends.  No, not drinking crazy but the fun crazy you have when you are in middle school.  I remember at midnight me and my friend Maria’s brother went outside and banged pots and pans and screamed and screamed and screamed.  I’m sure the neighbors wanted to kill us but it was good times.  I believe there always was a flaming poo bag that night .  *coughs*  BTW?  Poo doesn’t catch on fire, even with gasoline poured on it.  However it WILL make a HUGE fire if you pour a lot of gasoline on the bag.  Just in case you were wondering…

I hope that whatever you do (ha ha, no one reads this yet but the future you that will be reading and going back all the way to the beginning) that NYE is what you want of it and you are with the ones you love, whether they be furry, human or imaginary!

Happy New Years!

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Howdy!

I’ve been a blogger since 1999 or so when I first started blogging on Live Journal.  I’ve meant to move to a more public platform (outside of my business blog) for a while now but I kept putting it off.  I doubt I’ll see much visitors here but you never know.

*waves*

Hi!  I’m Corey.  I use the Ann online so people know I am a girl.  I am a full time wedding photographer which means that my blogging here will probably be in fits and spurts as sometimes I’m swamped with work and sometimes (like now) it’s a bit lighter (but rarely dead!).  I am lucky to be so busy though in a time when things are tough in the world.

I live in Ohio with my husband in the house I grew up in, which is kind of cool but somewhat stinks.  I’ve never LOVED my house – the first house we lived in was my favorite.  Two stories and lots of nooks and crannies.  I miss it.  However this house is one my Mom grew up in too so it has that sentimental thing going for it.  My husband completely gutted and remodeled it before we got married in 2007 and we moved in a month after we got married.

No kids, not even quite sure that’s going to be in our future.  It’s not easy to plan babies around weddings – especially when they are booked over a year in advance.  Then there’s that whole carrying 50 lbs + of gear thing.  I know plenty of people do it but I’m not sure I want to be one of them.  We shall see.  I like the idea of children but I still like it when they go home to their parents when visiting!  I travel a lot for work (and fun) and I know babies would bring that to a quick stop and I’m not sure I am ready to give that up quite yet.

I’m hoping to blog here about all the randomness of my life partnered with pretty pictures (being a photographer and all).  I really don’t have a goal so I’m sure that is the death knell of me as a blogger but I wanted another outlet that isn’t outdated (yes Live Journal, I’m talking to you) but isn’t part of my business.  I’m not worried about clients finding me here but I don’t want to be the annoying photographer that’s constantly posting pictures and talking about my cat (however you should know I have one and she is pretty awesome).

 

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