I’m Not Crazy. My Mother Had Me Tested.


So, Julie contacted me, and talked about scheduling a session that involved the word “horses”…..which immediately caught my interest. I mean, how cool is that, right? So, for weeks, I was all excited about this session…but then..ultimately, I went through what I go through before every single session. What if it is awful? What if they hate me? What if the kids won’t cooperate? What if the parents won’t cooperate? What if they think I am a dork and don’t tell me? Or worse….what if they think I am a dork, and do tell me. Yes, I do this before every session. Yes, it is tiring. What can I say? My mind is a complicated place.

So it is always a little nerve wracking for me to meet clients at a session. The hellos can feel like the first few minutes of a blind date. And I always try to be on my best behavior…not just for the first few minutes, but for the entire session. But sometimes I slip and say stupid things or maybe do amazingly humiliating dancing.  Then I spend the rest of the night rehashing all of the dumb stuff that I said or did in my head. I can’t help it. It’s what I do. Most of the time, I make a big deal about nothing…at least I hope so….But this particular session, something happened that will plague my brain for way longer than is considered sane and rational. And I am going to share it with you. Just dump my crazy right out there for everyone to see.

Well, I am super paranoid about visible boogers…or stuff in my teeth….any of that kind of stuff. I do not ever want to be standing, talking to someone with a chunk of my lunch in my teeth….GAH. The horror. You know that white crusty stuff that you can get at the corners of your mouth? I know. Gag. ::shudder:: Well, I felt like that could be, sort, of maybe….a possibility for me. So I spent the last 20 minutes of my session, swiping at my mouth. First discreetly….then a little frantically. Gave myself a quick check in my iphone screen. Saw nothing. Relaxed a bit. So, then, the session is over, and I stand and talk to Julie for a good five minutes. I am sure I pawed at my mouth a time or two during the conversation…which does not make me look weird at all…..but….after I said goodbye, and got myself all situated back in my car….I looked at my reflection in the rear view mirror…and there they were!!!!! The dreaded white crusties! A glob in each corner of my mouth. What the hell? How did they escape my prodding? Or avoid detection when I checked my reflection? Dude. Not cool. Not cool, at all. So, I apologize, Julie, for you having to talk to me and act like everything was normal, and I didn’t have gobs of goo all over me. 🙂 And if I wasn’t paranoid enough about this before, this just cranked it up to a whole new level. Neato. I can always use a few new freakish quirks. Ugh.

Ok..but enough about my crazy. Let’s talk about something better……..Like Emilee! and Brodee!

And Julie! (who sweetly ignored my mouth goo) and Brant!

And Pancho!

Julie, your family was all completely fun and wonderful…including Pancho. Thank you so much for sitting through my hideous dancing and Lord knows what else.  You guys were awesome.

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4 thoughts on “I’m Not Crazy. My Mother Had Me Tested.”

  1. Location and images are ridiculous…..I mean, a horse…..how fun is that??? But….dude….what were you eating before? I mean, gross. I would have told you. I would have said “HEY LOSER, YOU HAVE WHITE STUFF ON YOUR MOUTH AND IT’S GROSS.” And then I would have hugged you. Just sayin’.

  2. mtontiphotography says:

    @Lynsey It wasn’t food. It was chapstick and just…lip…goop? I know you would tell me. That is why I like you. 🙂

  3. Julie Fowler says:

    OK, I have to say that maybe you do worry too much because there was nothing on your face or maybe I was too much in my own mind worrying about the HUGE pimple on my chin. You must have noticed as well because amazingly the pictures show no proof of a pimple. What a wonderful photographer you are!!!!! The dancing was a great additional to the photo session and took away from the fact that we were not the best subjects, yet here are these great pictures….how does that happen? The day left us with laughs and great photos to remember it all. If I was better with words I could come up with a way to say thanks that would inspire you and hopefully show our gratitude, but my vocabulary is limited, so I will simply say Thank-you for the memories!

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