[This is what happens when you hire a designer who proves to not be the most reliable/helpful person ever to be running a business. Sorry I went AWOL this past week, but my posts weren't full working on this new server and I couldn't get any help. 
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start post written 2/19 here:
“And, if I were the man that she wanted I would not be the man that I am.”
Corey asked if I’d be going to bed with him tonight. Heck, no. I’ve gotta wind down from my fantastic evening stuffing myself with tacos and cheesecake and then digesting it all while listening to the heavenly music of Lyle and John Hiatt (who, in my opinion, is even more brilliant in person). If ever you get the chance to see them live you will not regret it. They are perfectly simple and witty and unpretentious, while both being such amazing and inspiring songwriters. I sat there for three hours with a smile plastered to my face.
Of course, after getting “dolled” up I wanted a photo of my new shirt/dress for my faithful blog readers. Thanks to our new, handheld camera which is wide angle I knew he’d be able to fit all of me in the shot.
Me: “Babe, don’t cut off my ankles.” Corey: “Oh, I won’t.” Me: “What are doing?!” Corey: “I’m following the rule of thirds.”
So, here’s Corey’s idea of not cutting off my ankles and following the rule of thirds (which for you non-photographers just basically means not centering a photo and placing your subject’s head at the top left or right)…
