Monthly Archives: February 2008

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Happy Valentine’s Day!

I hope everyone has been having a Happy Valentine’s Day! The winner of the itunes is: blog reader Jeanna! Email me to collect your prize! I gave my son the task of picking the winner and he picked Jeanna’s comment number. Great song choice too - Chris Isaak’s Wicked Game.

Here’s my little one with one of the Valentine’s she made me at school today! :-)

and check out this sweet card that my son made for my husband and I…

Your favorite love song - win some itunes for your honey

I know most of you have not even gone out and bought your Valentine’s cards for your husband, wife or significant other, mhmm I see you over there pretending you did. I’m one to talk, I usually go the night before and buy cards for my husband and kids, but this year I’m on it! I bought my cards last week, picked out special ones, got their Valentine’s treats and I am good to go.

I’m here to bail someone out. Between now and 5pm tomorrow (that’s west coast time, for you east coasters that’s 8pm) I’m going to pick someone to win $20 in itunes! Now you can give them to your honey as a extra little special Valentine’s gift, or you can keep them all to yourself!

All you have to do is leave a blog comment and let me know what your favorite love song is! How easy is that? So go for it!

I love me some Dave Matthews…
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and Peter Gabriel…
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and a little bit of Roy Orbison (check out how young Jason Priestly looks in the video)
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The Junkie…

Addictions are bad.

I,  Angela Calderon, hereby solemnly swear that…… I’m addicted to reality tv.  I can’t even blame the writer’s strike on it, no I’ve been a reality tv junkie for many many years.

It all started out so innocently with MTV’s The Real World when I was in college.  It was the original reality show (well to me, not sure if it was for real, but I know it was one of the first ones that set off the current wave of reality television).  Then came MTV’s Road Rules, then this crazy little show that threw people on a island with nothing to eat, I think the name of it is Survivor (of course I’m sure you’ve never heard of it right ;-) ).  It didn’t stop there, Top Model, The Mole, Project Runway, Big Brother, Top Chef, American Idol, Rockstar, Temptation Island, The Bachelor, The Bachelorette, The Apprentice, Extreme Home Makeover, Biggest Loser, The Amazing Race, Celebrity Rehab, Surreal Life, it goes on and on and on.  How in the world do I find time to watch them all?  My DVR loves me, and I stay up wayyy too late for my own good.  These shopping bags under my eyes give away my secret.

My husband and I were horrified a few hours ago, what in the world were we to do.  Tonight three shows are on at the same time, the DVR can only record two.  Wait, there’s this weird thing hooked up to the other tv called a VCR and it might just help.  Yes, sadly I confess that we are DVRing American Idol & The Biggest Loser and recording Big Brother on the tv in the bedroom.

Is there a 12 step program I need to sign up for?  Come on reality tv junkies, chime in cause I know you are out there.

So this season’s reality schedule for us is something like this…

American Idol
Survivor
America’s Next Top Model
Make Me a Supermodel
Big Brother
The Gauntlet
Celebrity Rehab
Oprah (not sure that counts)

So while I’m working (mostly editing) late at night I have the tv on with one of my shows going.   My brain is moments away from turning to mush.  I won’t be surprised when Dr. Phil shows up on my doorstep for a intervention!

Now you know my dirty little secret. ;-)

When I’m Thirty…

Oh how I wish this was a post about when I turn thirty, but it’s not, as this year I’m going to be …..gasp…….. in my mid-thirties. How did that happen? Thirty-five? Oh well I still have until November to enjoy being considered early thirties.

This blog entry is about my son. Typically on our morning commute to school he asks his million and one why questions, those of you with kids know what I mean. Mommy why doesn’t Disneyland stay open all night, Mommy why do we lose sleep for daylight savings. One question after another and I don’t know about you but I’m not always at the top of my game in the morning to give great answers. I’ll confess to sometimes taking the easy way out and saying, I’m not sure honey or even worse, I’ll tell him, ask your Dad when he picks you up, he knows all about it.

So for the past week our morning question and answer time has been a little different. For some bizarre reason my son is obsessed with turning thirty. He turns seven in September so I’m guessing he likes to get a early jump on planning out the next couple of decades until he turns thirty.

It usually goes something like this… Mom… When I’m thirty I’m going to buy Disneyland. Mom, when I’m thirty I’m going to stay up all night. You get the idea. He also tells me what his career is going to be when he’s thirty and he told me he’s going to be a Dad when he’s thirty.

This morning was his sweetest when I’m thirty proclamation so far…

Spencer: Mommy…
Me: Yes honey…
Spencer: Mommy when I’m thirty I’m going to have a limousine
Me: Wow that would be really cool, then you wouldn’t have to worry about driving
Spencer: Well I would use it to come pick you up and take you shopping with all my money, and if you didn’t feel good I would have it take you to the Dr. If you ever needed anything I could give it to you. I’ll never let anyone hurt you…….. Mommy I love you.
Me: I love you too
Spencer: Mommy….
Me: Yes
Spencer: You’re the best Mommy I ever had.

Note to self, remember to bring Kleenex with me if he is going to continue talking like this. Luckily I had on my sunglasses because he made me cry. Have I mentioned how much I love my kids?

Of course I can’t post without having a photo to go along with it, so here’s my little dude, almost seven, but going on thirty.

Goldilocks

I love repeat clients, I really do. I love being able to see how much the children have grown and seeing their parents is like meeting up with old friends again. This morning one of my little clients from last year came to see me and we had part one of her two year portraits. Part two will be in a few weeks when I photograph her birthday party, I’ll be there for play by play coverage and you, my blog readers, will get a first hand recap. Just prior to seeing me this morning little Miss A went to get her hair cut. Her Mom tells me it was a wild mess this morning when she woke up, hey that’s me every morning, move over Tina Turner cause you have not seen my morning bed head! Her hair was as beautiful as the last time I saw her and the best part is that she had all of those beautiful perfect little curls. A real life Goldilocks.

Miss A’s Mom & Dad told me that she gets serious when the camera comes out so they have tons of photos of her with her serious look but not as many with her smiling. So today’s mission….smiles! I think I can say mission accomplished. Oh and I’ll confess another reason why I love this family - A’s Dad is a total camera nerd like me and loves talking about glass (that’s lenses for you non nerds out there) and her Mom is so super sweet, I’m adopting myself to their family. I need to make a list of how many families throughout So Cal that I have adopted myself to. The more the merrier right? I wonder if I should have told them before I just up and joined their family. How does cousin Angela sound? ;-)

Ok I’m rambling, it must be the Nyquil talking - I’m still trying to kick the last bit of this crazy winter cold out and I’ve turned to Nyquil to get the job done. Although I’m wondering if anyone else ever has bizarre dreams when they take it? Maybe it’s just me?

Here are a few photos to share from our morning together. Today was a GORGEOUS day here in Los Angeles and if you weren’t outside you missed out on all the fun. Is spring around the corner? I sure hope so!

This is too much cuteness for me, she’s like a little doll, I love it…

Shhh…I snuck Mom & Dad in to one of the shots, this is what I call a CCD aka a Child Containment Device. When two year olds like to run, I turn to the CCD to help me out!