tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162262002024-03-07T10:13:26.752-08:00Origamibanditdawn altierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00637205558499837076noreply@blogger.comBlogger127125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226200.post-18411068491503268922011-05-10T22:29:00.000-07:002011-05-10T22:36:39.460-07:00Yes Please.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxx3rA03gR4sbZVzAfTYswA__NELGdJNkBBxK5p4TNJ2mfTv8N7ytQZmbxW-juhtCvyUfPvxjENeY3wwkEbnuEC4_qeqc7dFH3DJwx37BYfiVyl8ho-zghYKpDf2GS4KR5gRMv/s1600/C.A.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 130px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxx3rA03gR4sbZVzAfTYswA__NELGdJNkBBxK5p4TNJ2mfTv8N7ytQZmbxW-juhtCvyUfPvxjENeY3wwkEbnuEC4_qeqc7dFH3DJwx37BYfiVyl8ho-zghYKpDf2GS4KR5gRMv/s400/C.A.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605327123401482322" /></a><br />Find a boy who calls you beautiful instead of hot. Who calls you back when you hang up on him. Who will lie under the stars and listen to your heartbeat, or stay awake just to watch you sleep. Wait for the boy who kisses your forehead. Who wants to show you off to the world when you are in sweats. Who holds your hand in front of his friends. Who thinks you’re just as pretty without makeup on. You will know he is the one because he will apologize first even if he feels he was right, because being right won’t matter if you go to bed angry. When you tell a joke he will laugh out loud. He will constantly be reminding you of how much he cares and how lucky he is to have found you. He will turn to his friends and say, ‘that’s her.<br /><br />Yes please. Bring it. And for those who've already found their "one", please, cherish them, let them know everyday how much you love them. And remember to show it too. <br /><br />xoxodawn altierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00637205558499837076noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226200.post-62774039507065497722011-04-22T20:31:00.000-07:002011-04-22T20:41:54.590-07:00The Good Earth<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyMXS9E8upeasd1TyB3XAoi98lW3nnuqOwD8IeaDbLEl3sGUDvGFDoPTC9HBgGtwYUiXigtKG15tPOYmGMc66GUm-EmO1BPyuDQGBdFDMl7r68bp_ZmYGH9UqhVhHB6y5SQYqH/s1600/Jehovah_Creates_the_Earth_393.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 244px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyMXS9E8upeasd1TyB3XAoi98lW3nnuqOwD8IeaDbLEl3sGUDvGFDoPTC9HBgGtwYUiXigtKG15tPOYmGMc66GUm-EmO1BPyuDQGBdFDMl7r68bp_ZmYGH9UqhVhHB6y5SQYqH/s400/Jehovah_Creates_the_Earth_393.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598618892732218162" /></a><br />Painting: Jehovah Creates the Earth. Artist: Walter Rane<br /><br />Today is Good Friday and Earth Day...coincidence? I think so. But the symbolism is very fitting. Today we, (some of us at least), honor the earth and all it gives to us, and most importantly, we honor the One who gave us the earth. I am so thankful for Christ. I was driving home from my work meeting tonight and I felt His patience and love for me. I am grateful for it.<br /><br />Have a wonderful Easter weekend.dawn altierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00637205558499837076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226200.post-34325103474864978762011-02-20T23:41:00.000-08:002011-03-08T22:05:53.587-08:00The Love Gun<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGPNgYkQvrmKKlZRbKHLIwXOCOKKgFm4JDVYIGDIt4GvJr1H3B9mF_3VNse68gkRXGeYk_QK8JOgWmh3Bb5kHegUzpsoAGDHtgOu9D6IXZmB-kYGUPsBBXpSxkwOgQSL0_EUXV/s1600/love+gun.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGPNgYkQvrmKKlZRbKHLIwXOCOKKgFm4JDVYIGDIt4GvJr1H3B9mF_3VNse68gkRXGeYk_QK8JOgWmh3Bb5kHegUzpsoAGDHtgOu9D6IXZmB-kYGUPsBBXpSxkwOgQSL0_EUXV/s400/love+gun.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581955772281305778" /></a><br />Today was my first day teaching the 6 year olds in my new Ward. For those of you who don't know, my young single adult days came to an official close the last Sunday in January. I am now a "family ward" attendie. There were rumors that the Primary wanted me and when I was officially called last Sunday, I thought wow, they don't even know, this is a dream come true; working with kids is one of my favorite things in the world. What did I do to deserve such a "cake" calling???<br /><br />Then I had my first day teaching today and realized... Hmmm I had no idea what I was getting into. Lets just say, class room management has never been my strong suit and I will be relying heavily upon the scripture that talks about weaknesses becoming strengths.<br /><br />There were several highlights from the day that made me want to laugh and cry due to their innate humor, but embarrassing because of the inappropriatness of the timing and setting. An example: Jr. Sharing Time: one of the children turned their heart-topped bookmark into a "love gun" and began to cry out, "this is my love gun! it shoots love!!!!" He pointed it at all moving targets and completed his movements which were accompanied by sound effects.<br /><br />My brother came dressed as King Benjamin-a special guest speaker from long long ago... he wore a dish towel on his head and an old mustard colored blanket ties around his body. The children loved him. <br /><br />I left the church feeling humbled. The Lord gave me this calling to teach me. What exactly, I'm not sure yet, but I know I'll find out.dawn altierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00637205558499837076noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226200.post-13058291177179841942011-01-11T17:32:00.000-08:002011-01-11T20:02:54.962-08:00Good Bye Old Friend<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1yEDEEvE7HxWp7w7jYz83ss5wGmcAbJVn5F-XhKrsU3-urUmIduCkky6pYuiLAtxSYWl4aKC1yKZWtKVMy5SqUnilznxvM3aOsMiywP1Crys5-BipPypRfNW380iQs7pHEYAf/s1600/_MG_1697.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1yEDEEvE7HxWp7w7jYz83ss5wGmcAbJVn5F-XhKrsU3-urUmIduCkky6pYuiLAtxSYWl4aKC1yKZWtKVMy5SqUnilznxvM3aOsMiywP1Crys5-BipPypRfNW380iQs7pHEYAf/s400/_MG_1697.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561107339650405634" /></a><br />The three things that have gotten me through the past 24 hours are 1. prayer 2. being surrounded by family 3. music.<br /><br />I was able to leave work a half hour early yesterday, only to come home and find my house surrounded by medical vehicles and flashing lights. My sister was in the front yard, tears streaming, cell phone in hand. I rushed over to her-- "what's happening?!" "It's Grandpa..." My grandma was finally taking him to the E.R., (he could hardly breath most of the weekend), when he collapsed in the patio never to revive again. The paramedics were warring with Grandpa's chest-- no pulse-- it was surreal, poetic, and gruesome all the same time. <br /><br />My Grandpa was one of my dearest friends. We had many adventures together, including a road trip to AZ, in a red convertible mustang!, to visit his boyhood farmhouse-- I got to experience the place I'd only heard about in stories-- He grew up on a cotton farm in the southeast corner of the state and was in the same Stake as former President of the Church, Spencer W. Kimball. He was one of 11 children and the last one to pass away-- He loved a good crossword puzzle and telling corny jokes. His favorite: If your nose runs and your feet smell, what's wrong with you? You're built upside down. My favorite: What do you call 4 bull fighters in quicksand? Quatro Cinco. <br /><br />Grandpa, thank you for all the memories! xoxodawn altierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00637205558499837076noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226200.post-53691978509945963352011-01-06T21:46:00.000-08:002011-01-06T22:10:37.635-08:00Plugged In<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixzmv9cHTp6pA6DDF1WPQMRKpEWBxXyvQhuWKQcXj-N-QJtk7T70SlljMmUK4myavOHRCKLlWK_lMKzNZYTnDVkvUozAmHKZfBhrv29wUcneb2cW-68EEMLlNV2iZw7DbJ5AY6/s1600/apple_logo_rainbow_fruit.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 369px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixzmv9cHTp6pA6DDF1WPQMRKpEWBxXyvQhuWKQcXj-N-QJtk7T70SlljMmUK4myavOHRCKLlWK_lMKzNZYTnDVkvUozAmHKZfBhrv29wUcneb2cW-68EEMLlNV2iZw7DbJ5AY6/s400/apple_logo_rainbow_fruit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559319603223532226" /></a><br />Tonight, I type to you from my very own computer desk, staring into the screen of my brand new 27" iMac. Almost in heaven... aside from the fact that, sadly, it makes an audible humming noise due to the 2T hard drive. I wish I wasn't so sensitive to, and bothered by, odd little noises. Thank goodness for ear plugs... Sorry. What did you say? :)<br /><br />On the upside, I fully and completely love my desk, got it on Craigslist for a real deal... on another cheery note, I made it on my 4th annual (and consecutive) New Years Day hike! Walked up Grundy Canyon with my sister, auntie and her boyfriend-person. Tons of Los Angeleans take their dogs for runs/walks up this winding canyon path, so not only was it great exercise, but also a flurry of toothy-grin color. Seeing such a wide variety of dog breeds made me smile. In general, domesticated pets bring a smile to my face! <br /><br />The view from the top of the canyon was breathtaking! From one angle you can see the Hollywood sign. Turn 45 degrees to the right, downtown L.A., 45 more and you can see Catalina Island, the ocean (obviously), and Century City. By the time we reached the top, the sun had begun to set-- the sky was aflame with orange and pink. I am always wowed by God's greatness when out and about in nature! God is good.<br /><br />Happy New Year to all!dawn altierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00637205558499837076noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226200.post-33236093451717316022010-12-15T14:18:00.001-08:002010-12-15T14:23:40.544-08:00Wow.Can it actually be 10 days till Christmas?! Really!!!? Is it true I haven't blogged a single entry in months?! Since September? I think I'm about to cry. The slackiness has got to stop! The buck stops here... (what does that saying really mean?) Raise your hand if you're excited for Christmas... (dawn's hand is raised.) Raise your hand if you're only just starting your Christmas shopping today! (dawn's hand is raised once again...)<br /><br />Can I just say, 2010 has been amazing!!! Passion and hard work have collided- I can't wait for 2011, it's going to be even better! Joy to the world for so many reasons, the most important one being, Christ the Lord!<br /><br />Merry Christmas to all and a very happy new year to come!!!dawn altierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00637205558499837076noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226200.post-63339736318039455892010-09-27T14:45:00.000-07:002010-09-27T15:22:12.739-07:00Have An Epiphanie!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSt6XVqkjn7jLsFOC0Ivo68t7x8gA50HjN2E7a27TRESJZ3lF9yFwXzo580FIW_yerXA9sW1ibCb6eGXNE59-iQrgiWO_t0oZfOnJxJA_8wEGbyw0_fdpkYHmThDZVoKvyQIQC/s1600/epiphanie.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSt6XVqkjn7jLsFOC0Ivo68t7x8gA50HjN2E7a27TRESJZ3lF9yFwXzo580FIW_yerXA9sW1ibCb6eGXNE59-iQrgiWO_t0oZfOnJxJA_8wEGbyw0_fdpkYHmThDZVoKvyQIQC/s400/epiphanie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521719608915364610" /></a><br />Epiphanie is holding a contest through the last day of September that might just make all my photographic dreams come true!!! <br />They are a chic camera bag company celebrating their one year anniversary by giving away a Canon 5D Mark II!!! You can follow them on facebook and twitter.<br /><br />Contest rules for the 5D, (hence the photo posted above), can be found here:<br />http://www.haveanepiphanie.com/home/2010/8/28/discount-code-canon-mark-ii-give-away.html#comments<br /><br />To shop: http://www.epiphaniebags.com<br /><br /><br />Fingers crossed and lots of prayers!!! Thanks for the chance Epiphanie!!!dawn altierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00637205558499837076noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226200.post-53071986334751023902010-09-26T09:49:00.000-07:002010-09-26T10:32:29.535-07:00You can call me Fluffy.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwbr25mt6TvdHx-Ikbe0Nk4ZofN7ee9_3BSTNyWNBG1T8laBJb5OJmCi6sGd83Se5cwk44GEF02vnXpk5EeNcV6sp8HyKfGGPQmOiXC1gUg9CrdPT-4BmhPYMzmzs-NMYwfOt3/s1600/pillows.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwbr25mt6TvdHx-Ikbe0Nk4ZofN7ee9_3BSTNyWNBG1T8laBJb5OJmCi6sGd83Se5cwk44GEF02vnXpk5EeNcV6sp8HyKfGGPQmOiXC1gUg9CrdPT-4BmhPYMzmzs-NMYwfOt3/s400/pillows.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521275877858106754" /></a><br />Autumn is undoubtedly my favorite time of year. Even though it does not translate the same way in California as it does in other parts of the country, with the changing leaves, the crispness of the air-- I'm sure if I were to experience those elements, I would only love the season more. <br /><br />I love the cooling of the weather, the salt-kissed breeze in the air, earlier sunsets, pumpkin ice cream, and family togetherness. <br /><br />I finally finished Randy Pausch's book The Last Lecture. I cried my eyes out! It is such a good reminder to put others first, show kindness, and taught me when I feel it impossible to pay those back who have blessed my life in tremendous ways, I can pay it forward without guilt.<br /><br />I had a blast at work with the little ones. Moment of the week: Silas, (a name I haven't heard since I was in Australia), was sitting with me at a lunch table. Excited to be sitting next to me, he grabbed hold of my arm, giving it a good squeeze. He then began pumping my bicep between his fingers, stared at me in amazement and exclaimed, "Teacher! You're SO fluffy!!!" I burst out laughing and the 7 children at my table followed suit. He continued compressions for another 3 minutes, with interjections of fluffiness every 30 seconds--like some pseudo-CPR. Only much more welcome! <br /><br />Love to you all! Have a great week!dawn altierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00637205558499837076noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226200.post-63700821300830089362010-09-01T15:07:00.000-07:002010-09-01T15:46:30.594-07:00Yarg!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBRZdFn5bjfBQCLOhv2XZTnSkpMNhXc69uPPxUvPxSlBQuIO8JBpc6Ywv2MaqPw5oDXOL1YB93eONj-qrItqIpfExpsDQiNMcSgPkODGrFJJD3gOlAx2QsrRoO840JY0ycFSKI/s1600/pirate.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBRZdFn5bjfBQCLOhv2XZTnSkpMNhXc69uPPxUvPxSlBQuIO8JBpc6Ywv2MaqPw5oDXOL1YB93eONj-qrItqIpfExpsDQiNMcSgPkODGrFJJD3gOlAx2QsrRoO840JY0ycFSKI/s400/pirate.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512074617145119058" /></a><br />After weeks of toil... the little white box from Hades has been dispelled! (HURRAY!) Alas, in the process my beloved former blogger template was lost forever! (BOO!) So...this is the interim. Since my last post, summer vacation has come to a close and I've done several more photo-shoots. I went on a great mountain vacation with the fam and started back, (Monday), at the preschool part-time. <br /><br />I really am blessed in so many ways and look forward to future growth and betterment.<br /><br />I hope you are all well!!!dawn altierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00637205558499837076noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226200.post-12215487903657976272010-08-08T15:59:00.000-07:002010-08-08T16:45:35.964-07:00Please Help-By now you have seen it; the little photobucket notice on my blog. It is causing me GRIEF! I have violated their policy, (unintentionally), by using an image from PB and now I have a nasty little white box that won't go away. It's so distracting to me that I'm considering deleting my blog and starting afresh. (Trust me, I really rather not!!!)<br /><br />Does anyone know how to irradiate this square-shaped impostor?dawn altierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00637205558499837076noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226200.post-5409124898235081292010-07-25T10:05:00.000-07:002010-07-25T10:38:16.275-07:00Pioneers<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgZevGBcCU3uFWyhx_jtl6UlIDupro1Ky_6LXbgL1w2Y4Yi2C7wNv-kwTXwdwWEYAgAlsKb3ghC7fkHCapl3pCXzwEhDRvJQ-1kFT0nHcMjOxgsF8Z6lOmqiSE2MaBeblKx5Zc/s1600/pioneers4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 246px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgZevGBcCU3uFWyhx_jtl6UlIDupro1Ky_6LXbgL1w2Y4Yi2C7wNv-kwTXwdwWEYAgAlsKb3ghC7fkHCapl3pCXzwEhDRvJQ-1kFT0nHcMjOxgsF8Z6lOmqiSE2MaBeblKx5Zc/s400/pioneers4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497892192535334770" /></a><br />I saw a play last night based on the journal entries of Patience Loader, an English pioneer who traveled with her family across the plains with the Willie Martin Handcart Company. She and her family were following the call to religious freedom. Unfortunately, they left too late in the year and became subject to a merciless Wyoming winter. Their struggles, suffering and faith are a strength to me. <br /><br />My grandpa just had major surgery on Friday. At the moment he is not permitted to eat or drink anything. He is so thirsty and hungry. Granted, we are so thankful he made it through surgery, still I feel so bad for him! There is nothing worse to me than desert-mouth! It would be the ultimate hell. Having visited him in recovery an hour before going to the play, it caused the pioneers predicament to feel all the more real. I could envision in a personal way, what it would be like to harbor a gnawing want for sustenance.<br /><br />The bishop of my homeward says there is a reason for trials- with special reference to the physical trials that come with old age/physical deterioration. He feels the reason must be to give us a greater appreciation for our resurrected bodies- when we have them...<br /><br />I love the pioneer heritage of the Church of Jesus Christ. I loved the last scene of the play where an angel and father Loader's spirit appeared, heavenly helpers assisting the starving frozen family with their handcart which became entrenched in the frostbitten ground.<br /><br />We are all pioneers in some way. May we forge good paths and keep the faith. <br /><br />God bless those pioneers and my grandpa.dawn altierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00637205558499837076noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226200.post-54849768016105780002010-07-11T11:05:00.000-07:002010-07-25T10:02:47.857-07:00Encircled by His Love<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPWouTqrVmT7n2On9FryVdnmg_y0lvABUxjenjGX68phLN6EOXvVJH1NM_AfzrnRzCkHTjzfJ5xnwBW_8fhmByVz2AbypX3Z-6XqgogHtt98smdcIDxfhyphenhyphenhlX827TpB4nTkdMU/s1600/claddagh+ring.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPWouTqrVmT7n2On9FryVdnmg_y0lvABUxjenjGX68phLN6EOXvVJH1NM_AfzrnRzCkHTjzfJ5xnwBW_8fhmByVz2AbypX3Z-6XqgogHtt98smdcIDxfhyphenhyphenhlX827TpB4nTkdMU/s400/claddagh+ring.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492714910565150850" /></a><br />Each Saturday and Sunday morning, my family gathers for our weekend brand of family scripture study. We congregate round the T.V. and watch reruns of General Conference via DVD (one talk per diem). Today's talk was given by Cheryl Lant, an outgoing member of the Primary General Presidency. <br /><br />Her talk revolved around the idea of seeking the Lord's face (living a life that will allow us to be with Him and thus, see Him, (His face), in the afterlife.) The comment that stood out the most was, "being filled with the Lords love requires selfless service." Being filled with His love is the ONLY way we are truly able to freely and fully love anyone outside of ourselves. Selfless service and loving others are departments that frankly, I have been slipping in. Sister Lant's words were like manna to my crumbling soul! Selfless service is the key to all woes!<br /><br />Give selfless service = become encircled by God's love = encircle others with genuine love = love for self, the world, and God increase. This process is one eternal round. No beginning and no end.<br /><br />Please post an act of selfless service you have enjoyed participating in or receiving. Myself and others would love to read about it!<br /><br />This week's personal challenge is to give an act of selfless service each day- I will return and report next week.<br /><br />Sidenote: I love the Claddagh ring~ I really want to travel to Ireland!dawn altierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00637205558499837076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226200.post-56880139661219272010-07-06T22:17:00.000-07:002010-07-06T22:19:50.698-07:00Us<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8axY6RsMz7YzyjybRnQfmjWwiKb0-IenwalRqRpy3QLx4rcWha-EHEjgGs6TCk-niQWhsnnnQZ-TRrOJVp-wDxeQqg1cL6Fpge9XHw1rdeilkllVkJzLj1Hfkg1SAEoS1_z9i/s1600/4-regina-spektor-samson-6.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 366px; height: 374px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8axY6RsMz7YzyjybRnQfmjWwiKb0-IenwalRqRpy3QLx4rcWha-EHEjgGs6TCk-niQWhsnnnQZ-TRrOJVp-wDxeQqg1cL6Fpge9XHw1rdeilkllVkJzLj1Hfkg1SAEoS1_z9i/s400/4-regina-spektor-samson-6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491029666284432898" /></a><br />They made a statue of us<br />And it put it on a mountain top<br />Now tourists come and stare at us<br />Blow bubbles with their gum<br />Take photographs have fun, have fundawn altierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00637205558499837076noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226200.post-48867125864438726482010-07-03T15:30:00.000-07:002010-07-04T10:55:27.216-07:00life & liberty<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMlCotZ_QnsIN2deP3-7lLq6bl5wj7Do-VBsulA-AdIuzFxcWYR500QBiaXLWF5UnK04QKMAtroleOK-2lo1GPRm4_siGhONCphH9J8JeVKm13ATVgipCGJexl3ZzMglwzJsTE/s1600/statue_of_liberty.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMlCotZ_QnsIN2deP3-7lLq6bl5wj7Do-VBsulA-AdIuzFxcWYR500QBiaXLWF5UnK04QKMAtroleOK-2lo1GPRm4_siGhONCphH9J8JeVKm13ATVgipCGJexl3ZzMglwzJsTE/s400/statue_of_liberty.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489814021548068690" /></a><br />I was summonsed to jury duty this week. I made it through the first cut of juror selection, but was let go the second day. As I sat in the jury box the first day, I felt a sense of excitement to be involved in a legal undertaking and fulfilling my civic duty as an American citizen. I was equally grateful however for being let go as I have so many things to finish up this coming week. A tender mercy indeed.<br /><br />As tomorrow is Independence Day, my mind turns back to one of the inscriptions on the Superior Court building in DC. "Eternal vigilance is the price of liberty." Isn't this the truth with so many areas of our lives! Watch and pray always that we may conquer temptation and any that would seek to destroy or weaken us in even the slightest way.<br /><br />I am thankful for the freedoms I enjoy. I am thankful I can leave my home daily, going about my errands free of suicide bombings and the threat of rape and hunger. My heart goes out to those who live in the midst of oppression, fear and war. <br /><br />May we live our lives in such a way that the Lord can continue to bless and protect our freedoms and our nation(s).dawn altierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00637205558499837076noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226200.post-61630591393914463512010-06-20T10:13:00.000-07:002010-06-20T11:10:27.435-07:00~Father's Day~<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh40Wz7ATQr0UWif37ABtBTw_T1ZhooXMVC6sNdhun63SVYq2ZGTlSC7OdswqMeLBIo8IjMyyH_km2QnXwISq19bEGxBM3kZUw8rjvL_hyphenhyphenxIhU-y5pApM5RqqB_WOVn6ouogEAG/s1600/poppy_flower_7.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh40Wz7ATQr0UWif37ABtBTw_T1ZhooXMVC6sNdhun63SVYq2ZGTlSC7OdswqMeLBIo8IjMyyH_km2QnXwISq19bEGxBM3kZUw8rjvL_hyphenhyphenxIhU-y5pApM5RqqB_WOVn6ouogEAG/s400/poppy_flower_7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484905222558347682" /></a><br />I have all sorts of names for my dad, but perhaps my favorite one of all is "Poppy". It has a fun, old fashioned, Popeye the Salior kind of ring to it. It makes me smile when I say it and also engenders a fun response from my pops. I'll call up the stairs for him, "Poppy?" He will appear at the top of the stairs with a smile, "Yes my little opium flower?" We have a good chuckle to ourselves and then carry on with conversation.<br /><br />There are so many good things I could confirm and express about him; his tender heart, his passion for and devotion to the Lord; his countless actions and endless strive to raise his children in the gospel, to help us endure to the end and endure well; his goofy, witty humor. He knows exactly what to say to make my family melt into laughter. He warms my heart.<br /><br />I love him. I give thanks for him. In family prayer this morning, he gave thanks to Heavenly Father for all He does and has done for our family. He's always deflecting the glory-giving it to God. I give thanks for both my fathers~ Heavenly & earthly. <br /><br />Happy Father's Day to all the men out there who honor their sacred title of Father.dawn altierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00637205558499837076noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226200.post-63804048169121772312010-06-10T18:56:00.000-07:002010-06-13T12:21:32.192-07:00Color Correcting is fun!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDlyz9EfGPxW6VcpjvBgkncNLm4ZMl3XPDLR5HSeGYqy-fZwe4LVDUsFbbBUeLmxlfNWC28JVwSvlWfm-R5MNejavb8oOCRanrjgQgThI5FFxCHmrq58IQxscEXLoq0OJ6UOVk/s1600/aaron+Before+%26+after.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDlyz9EfGPxW6VcpjvBgkncNLm4ZMl3XPDLR5HSeGYqy-fZwe4LVDUsFbbBUeLmxlfNWC28JVwSvlWfm-R5MNejavb8oOCRanrjgQgThI5FFxCHmrq58IQxscEXLoq0OJ6UOVk/s400/aaron+Before+%26+after.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481329323786884690" /></a><br />A couple weeks ago I did head shots for an improv actor. It was a blast. There's something about actor folk that I dig! Aaron had a lot of red tones in his skin so it was good practice working with color balancing filters and hue/saturation. <br /><br />I hope everyone is having a great week!!!!<br /><br />Much Love!<br /><br />ddawn altierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00637205558499837076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226200.post-62251870697439013142010-05-27T14:37:00.000-07:002010-06-10T18:56:04.510-07:00In Cars<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDP7s23rewKPywHp3zWD5GdbQvA_1FB9ZJHuDAJ-JgkG9RYmW7srPfevv8Fc0BCTxpibYhSOwD_kOzNm5_-8bGcdtEU33VxZsc7t0OVqmDD4RhjPh6OMX_F07fswOJJD_yh3t9/s1600/dogincar_name.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDP7s23rewKPywHp3zWD5GdbQvA_1FB9ZJHuDAJ-JgkG9RYmW7srPfevv8Fc0BCTxpibYhSOwD_kOzNm5_-8bGcdtEU33VxZsc7t0OVqmDD4RhjPh6OMX_F07fswOJJD_yh3t9/s400/dogincar_name.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481328976807259026" /></a><br />They say true photographers always carry a camera with them wherever they go. Well, today I happened to have mine in the back seat of my car. <br /><br />I pull up to a stoplight and looked to my left. Lo and behold there was a gargantuan forest green semi-ancient-really-cool truck with a pit bull with a melancholic gaze resting his head on the opened window's sill. It was too perfect! A true Kodak moment!<br /><br />At first I tried to be all stealthy-like and snap a photo unawares- but each time I'd bring the camera up to my eye the light would turn green and all I'd capture was blurry streaks of green...<br /><br />I kept pace with that truck for a good 3 minutes-- finally we both pulled up to a light just turning red. I asked the man if I could take a picture of his dog and the result made me so happy that I drooled on myself! (Really!) <br /><br />On a spiritual note, I've had so many prayers answered this week and so many happy shiny moments. I thank Heavenly Father for every bit of it!dawn altierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00637205558499837076noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226200.post-57412674528393500102010-05-13T20:53:00.000-07:002010-05-21T23:14:39.094-07:00Muscle Your Life.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCIsmgicbmy_qnuGUtU_PSE17dLLJluVZs3j2RaY2bs3yVvzzQKUm_ZsV2zQ_NpBNuHNvEnueuAZyFulLE0UicSOvYpPaBFDufG1bNCtJSUhUjkCIpEQ3RgmIqQ_7HGncDeHzL/s1600/DennisWolf-wallpaper-3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 386px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCIsmgicbmy_qnuGUtU_PSE17dLLJluVZs3j2RaY2bs3yVvzzQKUm_ZsV2zQ_NpBNuHNvEnueuAZyFulLE0UicSOvYpPaBFDufG1bNCtJSUhUjkCIpEQ3RgmIqQ_7HGncDeHzL/s400/DennisWolf-wallpaper-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470973337024813298" /></a><br />This morning my brother was updating me on his mission to become the next Mr. America. (That's not how he phrased it though--) You see, he has more muscle mass in his little pinky finger than the whole Altier family combined. (OK, that's another exaggeration, as ALL the boys in my immediate family are super buff!)<br /><br />Justin was informing me that the other day, he did 8, then 6, then 3 push-ups (in a row). (I know what you're thinking, "big deal. I can do that too.") But here's the crazy part: he had a grown woman sitting on his back!!! Yowsers! Just 3 weeks ago he could barely do 2 (with a grown woman on his back). (Where does he find these women???) <br /><br />"My, my!" I exclaimed. What a quick advance in such a short period of time!" "Not really." "Why not?" "Because, he explained, our bodies are capable of so much more than we usually subject them to. When we attempt something for the first time, it comes as such a shock to what our body, (and brain), that our brain tells us we can't do it. When we persist, that is when our brain begins to get used to the new activity, and can prepare for the next time, even recruit previously unused muscles that were laying dormant."<br /><br />This line of reasoning resonated with me. It parallels so nicely with life! We are capable of so much more than our usual groove. Is there something you've been wanting to attempt, but feel it's just not possible? Give it a shot! You will find inner resources and those from without to help you form new habits. Realize your possibilities. ALL THINGS ARE POSSIBLE WITH GOD. When possibility jives with necessity, God steps in and helps.<br /><br />Much Love!dawn altierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00637205558499837076noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226200.post-31453306426692409132010-04-25T10:09:00.000-07:002010-04-25T11:11:31.490-07:00Derby Girl<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlLyVLxZUcTJiuOKV0kK-PW6S7wgnYr-Y7RbXdnBTp9fw_sXy535n0GXr41Vf8nLCGUEXeHPAeJXQ8-_wTA6gJYcT4TA10WZgxsZVQz3VEqTOA_uPHgUwuFVLTWYO-ddx2SUQe/s1600/Marin.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlLyVLxZUcTJiuOKV0kK-PW6S7wgnYr-Y7RbXdnBTp9fw_sXy535n0GXr41Vf8nLCGUEXeHPAeJXQ8-_wTA6gJYcT4TA10WZgxsZVQz3VEqTOA_uPHgUwuFVLTWYO-ddx2SUQe/s400/Marin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464123399364588434" /></a><br />On Thursday I did a shoot with Marin. She skates for a local roller derby team. She is also a film photographer and collector of all things vintage-- The shoot was a two parter- Theme One: Living Space (this girl knows how to design interior!)Theme Two: Derby Girl! <br /><br />I'm excited to edit and post the pix!<br /><br />It's been a busy week: I got rear-ended on Wednesday (I'm OK); attended and shot an art auction on Friday; attended the temple on Saturday and had a couple great missionary experiences. Now I'm getting ready to head off to a mid-singles conference today in Huntington Beach.<br /><br />Have a great week and thanks for reading!dawn altierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00637205558499837076noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226200.post-13506351812936030652010-04-24T11:19:00.000-07:002010-04-25T10:01:59.999-07:00Take a Trip on Route...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgH3CyPDmVB0huvefp8Md31UO3qIi7JbyVW1tf1BfP_-HVvBthpO1sIo0TZzgH4ZpakTa6q6D4mu2fIoBqBet6VyNcP4_ySdYTvQxDIQQdZRCx5A9n11C3abOBN43iMkbjl07W/s1600/KingMan.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgH3CyPDmVB0huvefp8Md31UO3qIi7JbyVW1tf1BfP_-HVvBthpO1sIo0TZzgH4ZpakTa6q6D4mu2fIoBqBet6VyNcP4_ySdYTvQxDIQQdZRCx5A9n11C3abOBN43iMkbjl07W/s400/KingMan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464117104582442930" /></a><br />I have a friend who was born in Los Angeles County, but moved to Kingman AZ when she was 10. She came back to CA when she was 19 and is now serving a mission in Spain. She comes home in June- I couldn't be more thrilled! So while surfing Flickr this morning, I found another favorite photog-- lj holloway, of none other than Kingman AZ! When Catina returns from her mish, maybe I will be able to talk her into a road trip to Kingman- the place looks super cool!<br /><br />Reasons to LOVE Catina:<br /><br />1. Her love for and testimony of the Lord.<br /><br />2. Her insatiable desire to help everyone around her feel special and loved.<br /><br />3. Her confidence in others.<br /><br />4. Her fearless spirit.<br /><br />5. Her smile.<br /><br />I LOVE CATINA!dawn altierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00637205558499837076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226200.post-41474141961548159212010-04-11T10:28:00.000-07:002010-04-11T10:44:47.891-07:00No Jellies on this Toast...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtTTrpn4cI9lRmW1q__mTpXzpquerrPFfy4BK1_HgN9eSX4PohihaHT7kclYraifTAna6VEVwfDE4Pw1Nsey8tsAuuowZc60aNo9kGC_h7UxTNORn2b9yrvyszVdqq3UEU1y4x/s1600/moon-jellyfish.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtTTrpn4cI9lRmW1q__mTpXzpquerrPFfy4BK1_HgN9eSX4PohihaHT7kclYraifTAna6VEVwfDE4Pw1Nsey8tsAuuowZc60aNo9kGC_h7UxTNORn2b9yrvyszVdqq3UEU1y4x/s400/moon-jellyfish.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458935433013383314" /></a><br />Cause it's Fast Sunday. Besides, Jelly Fish are our friends (a.k.a. not for eating). <br /><br />Sunday is my favorite day of the week. I love going to church. The Sabbath is a departure from the usual and that's refreshing!<br /><br />I took a trip the Long Beach Aquarium on Friday with my Momma. We both had fun with our cameras. I got some great shots of the Moon Jellies. The earth is full of wonder and beauty- even in places we are rarely able to catch a glimpse of.dawn altierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00637205558499837076noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226200.post-3326576914809972242010-04-07T17:08:00.000-07:002010-04-07T18:05:02.398-07:00Quote of the Day<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIzCdn41DWdTlwwZkFTLDQeQzrPtZKQUdlin8-46sUy7S4tABeimM5qqYv358T5rB1jqRc5YKxHqqmt1wVvbxtDsdRIWFSOiOGj4xG9owaTo3p-5ZjUnfptdptg8FIf46B3ttO/s1600/hands.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 364px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIzCdn41DWdTlwwZkFTLDQeQzrPtZKQUdlin8-46sUy7S4tABeimM5qqYv358T5rB1jqRc5YKxHqqmt1wVvbxtDsdRIWFSOiOGj4xG9owaTo3p-5ZjUnfptdptg8FIf46B3ttO/s400/hands.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457566139022621410" /></a><br />"The things you do for yourself are gone when you are gone... The things you do for others remain as your legacy."dawn altierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00637205558499837076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226200.post-27826628161266323942010-04-07T16:05:00.000-07:002010-04-11T10:59:30.392-07:00Ode to a Memory<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE7Qu4fZKcdmUYGOVlts9exH-taUVsDswsPG4DBxoRMjn3smPcQL6u_TdEOqOTrUZ_D-KrcSVM9vCJMu5TCZreyARRKnokZtat7E4WKjO1X3vNWik7konuxMI394v81XXQLDjn/s1600/Mary+Magdalene.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE7Qu4fZKcdmUYGOVlts9exH-taUVsDswsPG4DBxoRMjn3smPcQL6u_TdEOqOTrUZ_D-KrcSVM9vCJMu5TCZreyARRKnokZtat7E4WKjO1X3vNWik7konuxMI394v81XXQLDjn/s400/Mary+Magdalene.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457542321895887426" /></a><br />Mary Magdalene by Frederick Sandys<br /><br />I remember visiting the San Diego Museum of Art (Balboa Park), in the summer of 2007 to see "Waking Dreams: The Art of the Pre-Raphaelites from the Delaware Art Museum." I sat for hours with notebook in hand, sketching and taking notes on the works of Rossetti, Hunt and Millais; paying tribute to a bygone era.<br /><br />Their rebellion looked back instead of forward. A group of seven artists and writers who yearned for medieval expression, banded together and took on a new identity: The Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood. They created a fanciful world pieced together from the past and inhabited by pale-skinned sulking beauties crowned with endless billowing locks and Pre-Renaissance fashion.dawn altierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00637205558499837076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226200.post-69042054563155435432010-03-28T08:53:00.000-07:002010-04-13T15:01:23.005-07:00Just a Spoonful of Sugar???<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg65E-LSw1_EEkb0aEdDQXdjOYVRyzt-L5wHlNq9GxQb5T9uCnIcNISGzUBqTSthnELwgQu6emYP8jyg2Yk4b02PULb1HPN_zZEGdWaW34tBCByNcO__SABdlvgvndOD0iJK7Rf/s1600/sugar.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg65E-LSw1_EEkb0aEdDQXdjOYVRyzt-L5wHlNq9GxQb5T9uCnIcNISGzUBqTSthnELwgQu6emYP8jyg2Yk4b02PULb1HPN_zZEGdWaW34tBCByNcO__SABdlvgvndOD0iJK7Rf/s400/sugar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453717482668903490" /></a><br />Tuesday night I went to Souplantation with Jamie. We dined on delectable salads full of color and texture, hot creamy soups, and a ton of ooey gooey pizza! Then I made the mistake of helping myself to the molten peanut butter chocolate chip cookie bars (with ice cream on top). The entire meal, conversation and company was amazing-- alas...<br /><br />Sugar has a way of dusting off the welcome mat for any and all cold germs to come visit me. Not even 24 hours later, I was beginning to feel like death. Thursday, blick! Friday, left work early. Yesterday, did a photo club shoot and overextended myself-but loved every minute of it. Today, feeling crappy again. Moral of the story? Don't eat sugar dawn!<br /><br />Latest photography news: just got booked on Wednesday to do a wedding in June. <br />Jessica and Josh, Saturday June 19th. :)dawn altierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00637205558499837076noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226200.post-2626127194832300522010-03-21T11:25:00.000-07:002010-03-21T11:29:45.072-07:00Still LifeI helped on a friend's film set yesterday- I captured some video and some stills. Still photography is certifiably my favorite medium. <br /><br />My cat is doing so much better. I love that Heavenly Father is allowing her to stay on the earth a bit longer!<br /><br />I'm teaching Sunday School today- woot woot! Stay tuned: Adam and Eve get dismissed from the Garden! Blessings to follow!<br /><br />I'm in search of a summer job- out-of-state would be fine- something artsy and creative, working with kids, or at a national park would be cool too!dawn altierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00637205558499837076noreply@blogger.com1