tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169338662024-03-05T13:07:14.612-06:00the year of heidi - reduxMs. Mammahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17489066744543467834noreply@blogger.comBlogger1145125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16933866.post-7934660278808579222023-03-08T13:44:00.001-06:002023-03-08T13:49:51.401-06:00ADIOS AmigosFor the past year and eight months I was working for a manufacturing non-profit. On July 29, 2022 I had my first yearly review which was outstanding. It also promised me the hardware and software I needed to do my job for them as I was/have been using my own MacBook Pro and Adobe Creative Suite. In October I sent an email about the gear because as any photographer /videographerMs. Mammahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17489066744543467834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16933866.post-66076682698702573612023-02-25T13:06:00.002-06:002023-02-25T13:06:11.372-06:00Bon Voyage Next week I was supposed to work at my parent's business while they go on a trip with their employees. They decided late last week they weren't up for the travel. My mom generally hates these groups trips and has ALWAYS indulged my dad by going. My dad LOVES to get away in the winter because his business is quiet. Did I mention my dad is 80 and still goes to work everyday?Ms. Mammahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17489066744543467834noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16933866.post-19588555196573023912023-01-30T13:18:00.001-06:002023-01-30T13:18:33.004-06:00Baby Steppin' It's January. It's cold as fuck. Today is -1 and the sun decided to shine which is a bonus. It always appears warmer than it actually is. Luring me outside when I know it's perfectly Antarctic. What takes me outside in these ball curdling temps is usually the dogs. I still have dogs. Four of them. Dogs and cats are the new kids in case you are Ms. Mammahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17489066744543467834noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16933866.post-49124818774042914632022-08-19T16:20:00.004-05:002022-08-19T16:29:59.503-05:00Going ConstanzaWhen I was in high school I read a short story called "Carcinoma Angels." It always stuck with me: that inner battle within our minds. And of course thinking about CANCER.
Fuck cancer. Cancer sucks. You know the drill. My sweet dear, sister, friend cousin who is young and vivacious and a dynamite Spanish teacher in an inner city high school has been told the Ms. Mammahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17489066744543467834noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16933866.post-75303420157763187512022-08-18T15:03:00.000-05:002022-08-18T15:03:25.028-05:00Parked not DrivenToday is a dreary and dismal end of summer day in the Northwoods. It reminds you that autumn is on the way and soon enough the gray days will stretch into May. It stinks. I am staring at a blinking cursor with no other thought than... what do I write?Since I last vented about my German, things are fine. He was the baby of the family so waa waa's are expected. I have Ms. Mammahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17489066744543467834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16933866.post-64658725446576946562022-04-13T17:15:00.000-05:002022-04-13T17:15:08.539-05:00So Goes...My Polish grandmother would always say "So goes..." when there wasn't a good answer for something kind of uncomfortable or sad. When things go bad, so goes...My husband packed up some of his shit and left this morning after a night full of craft beer and raging at my son. So here I am, alone once again. It isn't bad. I did Dry January and Veganuary so I call this Dry Ms. Mammahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17489066744543467834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16933866.post-44647133838220549092022-01-13T16:11:00.001-06:002022-01-13T16:11:37.076-06:00Existential Crisis or Borderline Personality DisorderI started this blog when Snowflake was just a little speck. He turns 18 very, very soon. How did this happen? Things you never think about as a 20 or 30 something are now so stone cold front and center. I feel my emotions so deeply its hard for me to elaborate! Just the idea of getting old and not being there for my kid breaks my heart. When I had him, I Ms. Mammahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17489066744543467834noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16933866.post-30588643735594365552019-10-08T09:46:00.001-05:002019-10-08T09:55:45.135-05:00Carpe Diem (without the Beans)
It's been a hard couple of hours. Over the weekend, Franklin damaged his eye on something in the house or yard. He was still in good spirits and after the past six months of nursing back to health from a bacterial infection, things were on the mend.
I made the appointment for Mr Beans and we were faced with a ruptured eyeball. We could take a wait and see approach(it couldMs. Mammahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17489066744543467834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16933866.post-21022753217289702912018-12-21T10:42:00.001-06:002018-12-21T10:47:33.564-06:00Auld Lang SyneOh my. Time goes by at Mach I these days. Fast forward to December 21, 2018. Today is my husband's birthday. I am also the mother to a 14 year old Snowflake. True to his moniker, he loves snowboarding.
I think I have to re-commit to Ms. Mamma. She's a hell of gal. I miss her. I am waxing melancholic, BIG TIME. So shall we just get into it?
Ms. Mammahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17489066744543467834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16933866.post-55674038041781639682015-05-08T16:58:00.001-05:002015-05-08T16:58:20.286-05:00Experiments with BoysWhen last I left you, I was single and dear sweet Snowflake just survived the dreaded head lice attack. I've always been the type to overreact so I immediately grabbed everything in sight, stuffed it into garbage bags and threw it all in the trash forever. Speaking of that little darling, he called me from school, just now.
We had an agreement. Today was "Ride Your Bike Ms. Mammahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17489066744543467834noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16933866.post-80575132294386530072013-05-16T10:51:00.000-05:002013-05-16T10:51:49.565-05:00Go TimeSometimes the hardest thing to do after not writing for so long is to write. I've been here since my last post, I start writing and then I think... this is pointless, what for? I suppose it doesn't have to have a point and I think journaling is important so here goes....
It is one month before my wedding. My last name is going to be Hammer. Heidi Hammer. It doesn't Ms. Mammahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17489066744543467834noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16933866.post-1722099521258122752013-05-04T07:50:00.000-05:002019-10-08T10:18:17.157-05:00Love ThisDesiderata
Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence.As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons.Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even the dull and ignorant; they too have their story.Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit.If you compare yourself with others, you may Ms. Mammahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17489066744543467834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16933866.post-36335073368088756602013-01-17T19:01:00.002-06:002013-01-17T19:06:54.332-06:00Verbal DiarrheasThe seminal post from which all things begin. Who am I? What is my deal? Where am I going? What the fuck am I doing? What I'm doing is being a Lifestyle Photographer. That entailed a title change and a hefty raise. Hefty by midwestern bumblefuck standards, that is. But I'll take it.
It also entailed other peeps despising me. Talking shit Ms. Mammahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17489066744543467834noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16933866.post-85229907510415680832012-05-10T23:46:00.000-05:002012-05-10T23:51:15.364-05:00And When You Least Expect It...Ms Mamma writes a blog post.
It's been so long, that they've changed the interface of blogger and I'm out of whack with it. Seriously.
My day job is extremely low paying and yet I get to fly off to locations and photograph world class athletes. Last month I was gone twice and did some of the most amazing work I've ever done.
I'm fortunate to be in a position where my house will be mine in Ms. Mammahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17489066744543467834noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16933866.post-17167893424301550922012-01-16T22:15:00.000-06:002012-01-16T22:45:53.169-06:00Argh!Where to begin, where to begin. Just begin. Random thoughts from a person who hasn't been writing. I'm sitting in my living room at my partner's desk, staring at the blinking cursor. I think about how much I love my illuminated keyboard and how I probably couldn't live without one. I have my parents adorable dog for the next week so it's a complete madhouse. Crazy Incorporated.The other Ms. Mammahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17489066744543467834noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16933866.post-78507267425518143322011-10-11T23:36:00.000-05:002011-10-11T23:53:50.032-05:00Out of ControlI know I have my moodiness, my bitchiness and everything but I think I have learned to be happy for the most part with what I've been given and how the world works. My brother's death taught me to give people a chance, but also, to really trust your instincts. I've made huge mistakes in my life and I'm still not anywhere. I was taught from an early age that I had to be somebody or SOMETHING. Ms. Mammahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17489066744543467834noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16933866.post-74574568204651967552011-09-28T22:58:00.000-05:002011-09-28T23:11:55.749-05:00StufflingsSo much stuff has happened since last I wrote on my poor neglected blog. I met an amazing person. He's super cool, super nice and just sweet. We've been dating for a little over a month and I sense there are some challenges ahead of us. And maybe we operate in weird ways. I really have nothing to compare it against since I haven't dated in a lifetime and it has been the most normal Ms. Mammahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17489066744543467834noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16933866.post-4456242320713982632011-08-03T19:32:00.000-05:002011-08-03T19:39:55.011-05:00Just Things...This past weekend I had a few moments where I realized I really missed a certain part of myself. And I wonder how I can get that back... I can't force it. It just has to happen. Whatever. I just think of all the people swarming around and those who go from person to person like a bee taking nectar. I suppose that is one way to be. But it's not for me. I have to know you a bit before you Ms. Mammahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17489066744543467834noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16933866.post-40933843660946642182011-07-23T22:00:00.000-05:002011-07-23T22:01:03.980-05:00SolarMs. Mammahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17489066744543467834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16933866.post-84315397100834695022011-07-23T16:21:00.000-05:002011-07-23T19:54:10.839-05:00Clean Livin'Sometimes I think I really should go in and get that prescription for the bucket of valium and then I surprise myself by doing something pretty much unplanned or expected. Such is the case with last Monday. When I woke up feeling less than stellar I thought, myabe this would be a good day to fast. So I did. It seems an eternity since my last fast which lasted for 14 days. I had tried since Ms. Mammahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17489066744543467834noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16933866.post-2467553467668378222011-06-16T23:08:00.000-05:002011-06-16T23:22:28.692-05:00ThankfulSometimes it's so hard to be thankful. But I want to say that I am. I'm thankful that I am not an alcoholic or an addict. I'm thankful that I had the opportunity to travel just a little bit and see a few places in the world. I'm thankful for the education my parents provided for me. I am thankful for the little roof I have over my head. I'm thankful for the hammock I found on Craigslist.Ms. Mammahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17489066744543467834noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16933866.post-68151950150152323712011-04-21T20:45:00.000-05:002011-07-23T19:55:28.406-05:00Poor KittyI was sitting here tonight feeling so bad. Just sad. SF had a bad week in school and lied about it to me. People can say what they want, but I think he is a boy who needs a father figure so desperately. He needs to do guy things and wrassel. I try to entertain him. Sometimes I'm just distracted. I do blame myself. As I'm sitting here tapping this out I notice a few cars slowing down as Ms. Mammahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17489066744543467834noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16933866.post-59951499821788007982011-04-12T21:43:00.000-05:002011-04-12T21:56:22.553-05:00It's Alive. It's ALIVE! IT'S ALIVE!Ms. Mammahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17489066744543467834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16933866.post-39613083753169796702011-04-12T21:23:00.001-05:002011-07-23T16:50:25.336-05:00Rock and Roll StarYou can all congratulate me. The place I work finally hired me as a permanent photographer. You may wonder how I celebrated. Well, let me tell you. SF and I went to the local pseudo Mexican joint and I had two Golden margaritas because I am a Golden God. Then we went to TJ Maxx where I bought a ring to commemorate the day. It was cheap. Cheap like, ah, take a wild guess...I have to say Ms. Mammahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17489066744543467834noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16933866.post-86078620416889881352011-03-28T21:13:00.000-05:002011-03-28T21:28:05.437-05:00Made by DadSF is up north for the week and Spring Breakin' with his grandparents. It's nice because I get a few moments to myself. After running with my new four legged trainer and then taking the gremlins for a two block stroll, I went to Goodwill.I found a book about large sunken liners(SF's current obsession). Cool. I bought myself one of those embroidered abuela smock dresses. It's black and I Ms. Mammahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17489066744543467834noreply@blogger.com4