Here are a few photos from a shoot that Layne set up with a model and a body painter...
Monday, September 7, 2009
Corset Body Paint
Here are a few photos from a shoot that Layne set up with a model and a body painter...
Monday, July 20, 2009
Model: Victoria
This is Victoria.
She needed to get out of the house...
...I needed to practice photography.
We both win.
She needed to get out of the house...
...I needed to practice photography.
We both win.
Christian
A few photos from when Derek and Jessica were in town from Virginia. They brought along their little bundle... That bundles name is Christian. :-)
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Estes Park
I know it took me a minute to get these sorted through...
But here they are!
These photos are from the day after August was born in May.
To see more photos, go to my facebook.
facebook.com/baylie.jabben (don't know if this is correct)
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Letter to My Mom...
Momma Cita,
I don't want to toot my own horn, but I was just thinking about when I first moved back home with you and Bill. I remember sitting in the office and writing out all of my bills for him so he could see how bad the damage was. After showing him the paper (I don't recall how much it was), he looked me straight in the eye and told me he has no idea how I am going to get it all taken care of without filing for bankruptcy. He thought that was my only option, and I was convinced it was too. I was ready to fill out the paperwork.
That was over a year and a half ago. I have yet to file bankruptcy and have paid over $5,000 in medical bills to date (along with keeping up with my car payments/insurance/phone/credit cards/student loans).
I hate when I have days like today when I feel down on myself and feel like there is no end in sight. But when I look back at all of that and what I have been through, I know that it will all be okay. I know that I will get through this one way or another.
I have learned very valuable lessons from this all and have become a better person because of it and because of you and everyone in my life. Thank you for having faith in me and always sticking by me, even if my decisions aren't always the best.
I love you (and Bill). Please tell him I said that.
Love,
Marie
I don't want to toot my own horn, but I was just thinking about when I first moved back home with you and Bill. I remember sitting in the office and writing out all of my bills for him so he could see how bad the damage was. After showing him the paper (I don't recall how much it was), he looked me straight in the eye and told me he has no idea how I am going to get it all taken care of without filing for bankruptcy. He thought that was my only option, and I was convinced it was too. I was ready to fill out the paperwork.
That was over a year and a half ago. I have yet to file bankruptcy and have paid over $5,000 in medical bills to date (along with keeping up with my car payments/insurance/phone/credit cards/student loans).
I hate when I have days like today when I feel down on myself and feel like there is no end in sight. But when I look back at all of that and what I have been through, I know that it will all be okay. I know that I will get through this one way or another.
I have learned very valuable lessons from this all and have become a better person because of it and because of you and everyone in my life. Thank you for having faith in me and always sticking by me, even if my decisions aren't always the best.
I love you (and Bill). Please tell him I said that.
Love,
Marie
Ben Stein's Last Column...
"How Can Someone Who Lives in Insane Luxury Be a Star in Today's World?"
"As I begin to write this, I 'slug' it, as we writers say, which means I put a heading on top of the document to identify it. This heading is 'eonlineFINAL,' and it gives me a shiver to write it. I have been doing this column for so long that I cannot even recall when I started. I loved writing this column so much for so long I came to believe it would never end.
It worked well for a long time, but gradually, my changing as a person and the world's change have overtaken it. On a small scale, Morton's, while better than ever, no longer attracts as many stars as it used to. It still brings in the rich people in droves and definitely some stars. I saw Samuel L. Jackson there a few days ago, and we had a nice visit, and right before that, I saw and had a splendid talk with Warren Beatty in an elevator, in which we agreed that Splendor in the Grass was a super movie. But Morton's is not the star galaxy it once was, though it probably will be again.
Beyond that, a bigger change has happened. I no longer think Hollywood stars are terribly important. They are uniformly pleasant, friendly people, and they treat me better than I deserve to be treated. But a man or woman who makes a huge wage for memorizing lines and reciting them in front of a camera is no longer my idea of a shining star we should all look up to.
How can a man or woman who makes an eight-figure wage and lives in insane luxury really be a star in today's world, if by a 'star' we mean someone bright and powerful and attractive as a role model? Real stars are not riding around in the backs of limousines or in Porsches or getting trained in yoga or Pilates and eating only raw fruit while they have Vietnamese girls do their nails.
They can be interesting, nice people, but they are not heroes to me any longer. A real star is the soldier of the 4th Infantry Division who poked his head into a hole on a farm near Tikrit , Iraq . He could have been met by a bomb or a hail of AK-47 bullets. Instead, he faced an abject Saddam Hussein and the gratitude of all of the decent people of the world.
A real star is the U.S. soldier who was sent to disarm a bomb next to a road north of Baghdad . He approached it, and the bomb went off and killed him.
A real star, the kind who haunts my memory night and day, is the U.S. soldier in Baghdad who saw a little girl playing with a piece of unexploded ordinance on a street near where he was guarding a station. He pushed her aside and threw himself on it just as it exploded. He left a family desolate in California and a little girl alive in Baghdad .
The stars who deserve media attention are not the ones who have lavish weddings on TV but the ones who patrol the streets of Mosul even after two of their buddies were murdered and their bodies battered and stripped for the sin of trying to protect Iraqis from terrorists.
We put couples with incomes of $100 million a year on the covers of our magazines. The noncoms and officers who barely scrape by on military pay but stand on guard in Afghanistan and Iraq and on ships and in submarines and near the Arctic Circle are anonymous as they live and die.
I am no longer comfortable being a part of the system that has such poor values, and I do not want to perpetuate those values by pretending that who is eating at Morton's is a big subject.
There are plenty of other stars in the American firmament...the policemen and women who go off on patrol in South Central and have no idea if they will return alive; the orderlies and paramedics who bring in people who have been in terrible accidents and prepare them for surgery; the teachers and nurses who throw their whole spirits into caring for autistic children; the kind men and women who work in hospices and in cancer wards.
Think of each and every fireman who was running up the stairs at the World Trade Center as the towers began to collapse. Now you have my idea of a real hero.
I came to realize that life lived to help others is the only one that matters. This is my highest and best use as a human. I can put it another way. Years ago, I realized I could never be as great an actor as Olivier or as good a comic as Steve Martin..or Martin Mull or Fred Willard--or as good an economist as Samuelson or Friedman or as good a writer as Fitzgerald. Or even remotely close to any of them.
But I could be a devoted father to my son, husband to my wife and, above all, a good son to the parents who had done so much for me. This came to be my main task in life. I did it moderately well with my son, pretty well with my wife and well indeed with my parents (with my sister's help). I cared for and paid attention to them in their declining years. I stayed with my father as he got sick, went into extremis and then into a coma and then entered immortality with my sister and me reading him the Psalms.
This was the only point at which my life touched the lives of the soldiers in Iraq or the firefighters in New York . I came to realize that life lived to help others is the only one that matters and that it is my duty, in return for the lavish life God has devolved upon me, to help others He has placed in my path. This is my highest and best use as a human.
Faith is not believing that God can. It is knowing that God will."
By Ben Stein
"As I begin to write this, I 'slug' it, as we writers say, which means I put a heading on top of the document to identify it. This heading is 'eonlineFINAL,' and it gives me a shiver to write it. I have been doing this column for so long that I cannot even recall when I started. I loved writing this column so much for so long I came to believe it would never end.
It worked well for a long time, but gradually, my changing as a person and the world's change have overtaken it. On a small scale, Morton's, while better than ever, no longer attracts as many stars as it used to. It still brings in the rich people in droves and definitely some stars. I saw Samuel L. Jackson there a few days ago, and we had a nice visit, and right before that, I saw and had a splendid talk with Warren Beatty in an elevator, in which we agreed that Splendor in the Grass was a super movie. But Morton's is not the star galaxy it once was, though it probably will be again.
Beyond that, a bigger change has happened. I no longer think Hollywood stars are terribly important. They are uniformly pleasant, friendly people, and they treat me better than I deserve to be treated. But a man or woman who makes a huge wage for memorizing lines and reciting them in front of a camera is no longer my idea of a shining star we should all look up to.
How can a man or woman who makes an eight-figure wage and lives in insane luxury really be a star in today's world, if by a 'star' we mean someone bright and powerful and attractive as a role model? Real stars are not riding around in the backs of limousines or in Porsches or getting trained in yoga or Pilates and eating only raw fruit while they have Vietnamese girls do their nails.
They can be interesting, nice people, but they are not heroes to me any longer. A real star is the soldier of the 4th Infantry Division who poked his head into a hole on a farm near Tikrit , Iraq . He could have been met by a bomb or a hail of AK-47 bullets. Instead, he faced an abject Saddam Hussein and the gratitude of all of the decent people of the world.
A real star is the U.S. soldier who was sent to disarm a bomb next to a road north of Baghdad . He approached it, and the bomb went off and killed him.
A real star, the kind who haunts my memory night and day, is the U.S. soldier in Baghdad who saw a little girl playing with a piece of unexploded ordinance on a street near where he was guarding a station. He pushed her aside and threw himself on it just as it exploded. He left a family desolate in California and a little girl alive in Baghdad .
The stars who deserve media attention are not the ones who have lavish weddings on TV but the ones who patrol the streets of Mosul even after two of their buddies were murdered and their bodies battered and stripped for the sin of trying to protect Iraqis from terrorists.
We put couples with incomes of $100 million a year on the covers of our magazines. The noncoms and officers who barely scrape by on military pay but stand on guard in Afghanistan and Iraq and on ships and in submarines and near the Arctic Circle are anonymous as they live and die.
I am no longer comfortable being a part of the system that has such poor values, and I do not want to perpetuate those values by pretending that who is eating at Morton's is a big subject.
There are plenty of other stars in the American firmament...the policemen and women who go off on patrol in South Central and have no idea if they will return alive; the orderlies and paramedics who bring in people who have been in terrible accidents and prepare them for surgery; the teachers and nurses who throw their whole spirits into caring for autistic children; the kind men and women who work in hospices and in cancer wards.
Think of each and every fireman who was running up the stairs at the World Trade Center as the towers began to collapse. Now you have my idea of a real hero.
I came to realize that life lived to help others is the only one that matters. This is my highest and best use as a human. I can put it another way. Years ago, I realized I could never be as great an actor as Olivier or as good a comic as Steve Martin..or Martin Mull or Fred Willard--or as good an economist as Samuelson or Friedman or as good a writer as Fitzgerald. Or even remotely close to any of them.
But I could be a devoted father to my son, husband to my wife and, above all, a good son to the parents who had done so much for me. This came to be my main task in life. I did it moderately well with my son, pretty well with my wife and well indeed with my parents (with my sister's help). I cared for and paid attention to them in their declining years. I stayed with my father as he got sick, went into extremis and then into a coma and then entered immortality with my sister and me reading him the Psalms.
This was the only point at which my life touched the lives of the soldiers in Iraq or the firefighters in New York . I came to realize that life lived to help others is the only one that matters and that it is my duty, in return for the lavish life God has devolved upon me, to help others He has placed in my path. This is my highest and best use as a human.
Faith is not believing that God can. It is knowing that God will."
By Ben Stein
Friday, May 22, 2009
Another List
My brain is completely full.
I have so many things to do.
And what better way to sort it all out than to make a LIST!!!
Here are the things I need to accomplish (and wanted to accomplish this week):
.put house together.
>this includes taking all of my huge belongings (ie, the fifteen free TV's and microwaves) up to my room, organizing the AWESOME and soon to be used very often Emobody office, hanging photos, hanging clothes, hanging tomatoes?, and putting batteries in all of my clocks.
.pay bills.
.edit all photos.
>this includes wedding photos, baby photos, family photos, rock star photos, and dr. sketchy photos.
.put massage table on Ebay/Craigslist.
.put massage books on Ebay/Craiglist.
>did i mention that i will no longer be doing massage?
.mow lawn.
.pull weeds.
.wash car.
.check tire pressure on car. (light keeps blinking at me)
.get office chair from a former residence.
.move the remainder of my things from the band haus.
.reenact twilight.
.figure out how small claims court works.
.get out of debt.
.get Memory Walk paperwork put together.
Things I have actually accomplished this week:
.completely read "Running With Scissors".
.aquired (for free from awesome people) 2 baskets, knives, dvd player, old chair, 3 mexican men (one of which is a drag queen), and a frog on drugs.
.edited 4 photos of August and one of siblings.
.got a THIRD job as a salon coordinator.
.stocked my cabinet full of canned sgetti rings and weiners.
.figured out where the buzzing was coming from.
Needless to say, I really need to get my butt in gear.
After this "3 day weekend", I will be adding 5 more sets of photos to my pile to edit.
I really need a laptop.
...and I wouldn't mind having a really cold veggie tray sitting in front of me.
Cheers!!
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Half Mints and Tobacco
I am currently reading "Running with Scissors" by Augusten Burroughs.
In the beginning he is describing his mother as she is pacing around the house waiting for his father to return. The following is something he writes:
"I love her bag (his mother)...and at the bottom, where she never looks, there is loose change, loose mints, specs of tobacco from her cigarettes. Sometimes I bring the bag to my face, open it and inhale as deeply as I can."
...I used to do this. Is that weird?
Mom's purse used to always smell of mints and tobacco. Maybe it still does... I haven't smelled it in awhile. :-D
There is a huge bag full of her old purses and every single one of them smell like that. And all still have remnants of Tobacco and half pieces of gum and mints.
It makes me feel comfortable.
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Look at me go... Another post.
Frustration has engulfed me.
I can't get my blog to look the way my brain insists on it looking.
ugh
I can't get my blog to look the way my brain insists on it looking.
ugh
i need to start somewhere I guess.
I need to get this started.
So here I am...
Starting it.
Look at me go.
I am leaving for Denver in 2 days and have not packed one thing.
I have, however, created list after list of things I need to make sure I bring.
I have also lost all of those lists and therefore keep making more.
I think there is a list thief following me around.
Any day now, he/she/it will explode all of my lists everywhere and I will then know what I was supposed to take on the bus with me to the State Track Meet.
Wow, tangent.
Okay.
So, Denver.
I am excited. I am more than excited. I am overwhelmed with many emotions. All of which are good/great/awesome.
I have an overwhelming sense of love for a person that I haven't even met before.
...a person no one has met.
In 5 days we will meet her.
Photos will ensue.
LessThanThree
So here I am...
Starting it.
Look at me go.
I am leaving for Denver in 2 days and have not packed one thing.
I have, however, created list after list of things I need to make sure I bring.
I have also lost all of those lists and therefore keep making more.
I think there is a list thief following me around.
Any day now, he/she/it will explode all of my lists everywhere and I will then know what I was supposed to take on the bus with me to the State Track Meet.
Wow, tangent.
Okay.
So, Denver.
I am excited. I am more than excited. I am overwhelmed with many emotions. All of which are good/great/awesome.
I have an overwhelming sense of love for a person that I haven't even met before.
...a person no one has met.
In 5 days we will meet her.
Photos will ensue.
LessThanThree
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Testing... One... B... III...
It's fine, dude...
This is just a test...
A blog test...
A testing of my new addiction...
Baylie B.
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