tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70134457094990999772024-02-02T10:45:03.092-08:00Beloise PhotographyAbigail Qhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17931331382453572429noreply@blogger.comBlogger117125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013445709499099977.post-76827734310121731552009-07-02T21:45:00.000-07:002009-07-02T21:46:45.373-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">No more posts here. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Ever. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">New BLOG @: <a href="http://www.abiqblog.com">www.abiqblog.com</a> </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Happy day!! </span></div></div>Abigail Qhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17931331382453572429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013445709499099977.post-86122104228374071672008-08-27T12:59:00.000-07:002008-08-27T13:02:26.885-07:00Shiny and new:New blog... go check it out <a href="http://www.abiqblog.com">here</a> and update you bookmarks! <div><br /></div><div>Side note: Today is my husbands birthday so I won't be doing any new posts on the blog until tomorrow... </div>Abigail Qhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17931331382453572429noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013445709499099977.post-22330909471346828642008-08-25T13:59:00.001-07:002008-08-25T14:01:43.580-07:00busyJust a note to promise I'm not dead. And new posts will be coming very very soon. ;)<div><br /></div><div>I'm in the process of catching up on all of my editing and redoing my image, branding, blog and {soon} my website... so yeaaaaa. Very soon there will be a whole new site to bookmark and big, glorious pictures to marvel at! ;) </div><div><br /></div>Abigail Qhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17931331382453572429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013445709499099977.post-3122721280963913512008-08-20T16:38:00.000-07:002008-08-20T16:48:19.301-07:00..... ramblings.....A sign I saw today at the store:<br /><br />"Do something you love every single day."<br /><br />It <i> made me heart </i> smile. <i> So </i> simple and somehow so revolutionary.<br /><br />So, today I will do <u> two things </u> I love. <i> Just to catch up. </i> ;)<br /><br />~ 1. Eat a very large, very naughty, bowl of ice cream. With brownies and hot fudge.<br />~2. Make out with my husband ;)Abigail Qhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17931331382453572429noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013445709499099977.post-4264447356495686002008-08-17T14:54:00.000-07:002008-08-17T15:32:57.514-07:00Giraffes do exist!Rewind five years ago. Our buddy Erik was planning on moving to Mexico to work at a orphanage in a few months, but since the orphanage wasn't fully ready for kids Ryan {boyfriend then} Sarah {my bestest} Erik and me would make the 4 hours journey every week to work on getting things ready. We scrubbed and painted, the boys tiled and put up walls.. and then in the evenings we would steal away for roadside tacos or if we were feeling rich, twelve dollar lobsters. It was a great summer. The worst part of the trips ( or best part, now looking back) was that Erik's car had no radio. No, I don't mean no cd player, like literally the radio had been ripped out. And so, we four were forced to talk for hours on end. We would fight and argue, sing crazy annoying songs and laugh over jokes. All in all, we had a great time making noise to fill the silence.<div><br /></div><div>One particular day we'd run out of things to talk about and Sarah decides to play the Alphabet game. What?! Short synopsis: "A for Antelope" next person "B for bear" "C-" you get the idea.... {And she wondered why we weren't eager to jump in. } So she's playing all by herself because the boys were in a mood and I was busy laughing at her. She was having a grand old time. And she gets to G. </div><div>"G for giraffe" </div><div>and I still don't know why but I thought it'd be funny "What did you say?" </div><div>"G for giraffe" she says, laughing. </div><div>"Sarah, giraffes aren't real" I say glancing up and meeting the boys eyes in the review mirror. </div><div>They caught on. "Are you serious? Oh my gosh Sarah!"</div><div>She's obviously flustered and I'm dying laughing, because honestly, she believed anything back then. "Oh so I suppose you thought unicorns were real too? " I press " Have you ever seen a giraffe?"</div><div>She's shaking her head, bright red and completely embarrassed. </div><div><br /></div><div>This torture went on for at least twenty minutes. Maybe longer. We three had my Sarah convinced beyond a shadow of a doubt, that giraffes were make believe. It took another good half hour to convince her we were kidding... </div><div><br /></div><div>and the story is legendary. I use it whenever I need to prove how blond Sarah can be. Or just for a good laugh... </div><div><br /></div><div>that's why when Sarah called me and told me about this shirt I almost had a heart attack. I mean, what are the odds that somewhere, someone else was convinced that giraffes were pretend?<br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://s137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/?action=view&current=DSC05393.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/DSC05393.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Abigail Qhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17931331382453572429noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013445709499099977.post-6282207959896804282008-08-12T11:41:00.000-07:002008-08-24T15:46:39.700-07:00Daniel and Lydia I July 25, 200{Sit back, grab a cup of coffee and put your feet up. This is a long one... ;) }<br /><br />The weather was perfectly fitted for a lazy summer day, but the day was anything but lazy. From the early morning hours Lydia's friends and family worked to make her ceremony the black, cream and red vision she'd dreamed of for years. And it was well worth the work.<br /><br />When Lydia and her father came though the old oak doors of the church, the stained glass windows illuminated the beaming bride. The congregation stood, holding candles as she came down the aisle to the wedding march played by a gorgeous and rare 18th century Organ.<br />Classic, yes. But traditional? No. Just sheer perfection.<br /><br /><br /><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><a href="http://s137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/?action=view&current=21my.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/21my.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a></span><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://s137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/?action=view&current=Untitled-2my.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/Untitled-2my.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /><br /><a href="http://s137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/?action=view&current=1mybw-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/1mybw-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /></span><br /><br /><a href="http://s137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/?action=view&current=Untitled-3my.jpg" 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/><a href="http://s137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/?action=view&current=Untitled-12my1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/Untitled-12my1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://s137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/?action=view&current=Untitled-7my-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/Untitled-7my-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://s137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/?action=view&current=23my.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/23my.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://s137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/?action=view&current=Untitled-13my.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/Untitled-13my.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://s137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/?action=view&current=Untitled-14my.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/Untitled-14my.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://s137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/?action=view&current=34my.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/34my.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a>Abigail Qhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17931331382453572429noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013445709499099977.post-82955604455370933252008-08-05T10:13:00.000-07:002008-08-05T10:20:01.254-07:00Sneak peek...Lydia and Daniel got married two weeks ago in Portland and since I know shes dying to see a picture.. here's a sneak peek from their day after session...<br /><br /><a href="http://s137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/?action=view&current=editIMG_3477my.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/editIMG_3477my.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a>Abigail Qhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17931331382453572429noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013445709499099977.post-41806366351661843962008-08-01T08:39:00.000-07:002008-08-01T08:43:12.694-07:00Traveling...Just wanted to let ya'll know that I am still here I just don't have internet access so it may be awhile before I post again. Ryan and Me spent the last week and a half in Seattle, Portland and Colorado and now I'm in Virginia shooting another wedding. ( and catching up with high school friends) I will be home in a week and then there will be millions of hotness to blog so pllllleasse don't forget me. And until then, I'll be updating my twitter. ;) Abigail Qhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17931331382453572429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013445709499099977.post-26569732489307618692008-07-17T21:24:00.000-07:002008-07-20T14:06:42.230-07:00Wedding : Tiffany & Alex*This wedding I was once again second shooting for the fabulous <a href="http://shylasblog.com/">Shyla</a>. ( who ps is nominated for Blu girl of the year <i> pretty please </i> vote for her!)*<br /><br />Tiffany and Alex met when they were camp counselors one summer. It wasn't long before the attraction was evident for all to notice. As Tiffany's maid of honor said in her speech "we knew Alex was special from the moment we met him, but we knew he was for keeps when he would sit through 27 pictures to get one 'good' one." <br /><br />Tiffany's love for pictures extended into her choice of photographers. She knew she had to have the best and thats why she searched until she found the perfect one. She took her choice to her dad telling him that pictures were going to last and she just <i> had to have </i> Shyla. Little did she know that her Dad had actually been Shyla's mentor in college. Small small world we live in.<br /><br /><a href="http://s137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/?action=view&current=blog32-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/blog32-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://s137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/?action=view&current=blog5.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/blog5.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><br /><br />This is during the 27 pictures speech...<br /><a href="http://s137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/?action=view&current=blog1-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/blog1-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /><br />After the dinner and dancing had started we stole the couple away to a made-in-heaven field that was caked with golden light... yum. {I truly do have a love affair with dusk... }<br /><a href="http://s137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/?action=view&current=blog7.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/blog7.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://s137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/?action=view&current=blog6.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/blog6.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a>Abigail Qhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17931331382453572429noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013445709499099977.post-21977255420913905082008-07-10T20:20:00.000-07:002008-07-10T20:41:45.419-07:00And you think I'm kidding...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_MGFfZ4e3ciws8sRyVn6Zo_reKtMuqlqvPICtAdK3ZV6wwPuK9dt13Quih_A758jQKdcjQjZxJnWO_eOjbOjH2nKEuTgtWFkZ1gYDCVzkTm_Y_kjHSUC3q1f5lvpvmmT6wWu8ctS0GN4/s1600-h/slurpee.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_MGFfZ4e3ciws8sRyVn6Zo_reKtMuqlqvPICtAdK3ZV6wwPuK9dt13Quih_A758jQKdcjQjZxJnWO_eOjbOjH2nKEuTgtWFkZ1gYDCVzkTm_Y_kjHSUC3q1f5lvpvmmT6wWu8ctS0GN4/s400/slurpee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221596469293427730" border="0" /></a><br />But I'm not. Tomorrow is July 11 and on this day 7-11 (the store) gives away free slurpees <i> all day long. </i> No, I'm not even kidding.<br /><br />Two years ago after discovering this phenomena Ry and I hit up as many 7-11's as we could find.... this year I'm thinking of going all ninja with wigs and outfit changes in the car. We need some type of disguise that will get us more then the one drink per person. Hey, some slurpees don't last all the way to the next store. ;) You can call me crazy. I call it one of the best days of the year.<br /><br />See~ some of the best things in life <u> are </u> free. ;)Abigail Qhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17931331382453572429noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013445709499099977.post-87325745576556614032008-07-04T14:33:00.000-07:002008-07-04T15:22:00.706-07:00E session I Ariana & DanyAriana and Dany knew each other in high school but it wasn't until years later when they started to notice the little things about each other that were special... <br /><br />She watches his every move with adoration. Doe eyed and enthralled. And Dany, well he's definitely smitten. Randomly throughout the day he grabs her hand and kisses it as a simple reminder to Ariana how lucky he feels to belong to her. They are a gorgeous couple full of life and laughter. A pleasure to be around and completly, utterly, head over heels for each other...<br /><br /><a href="http://s137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/?action=view&current=Untitled-2-6.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/Untitled-2-6.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://s137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/?action=view&current=Untitled-12-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/Untitled-12-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://s137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/?action=view&current=Untitled-6-5.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/Untitled-6-5.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://s137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/?action=view&current=edit1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/edit1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://s137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/?action=view&current=Untitled-13.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/Untitled-13.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /><br />*Note: This is one of the engagement sessions that <a href="http://www.shylasblog.com/">Shyla</a> gets all the credit for. She's shooting their wedding in september but she let me tag along for fun. Make sure you check out her blog for all the hotness...*Abigail Qhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17931331382453572429noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013445709499099977.post-15415466597467608512008-07-04T10:14:00.000-07:002008-07-04T10:23:24.379-07:00Happy 4th!Happy 4th of July! One of my favorite-st days in the year. I hope with all my heart that everyone of you be able to enjoy the simple things that makes the 4th of July so amazing.. bbqs and pool partys, fireworks and friends. I for one have to work tonight ( booo) but I had a festive breakfast with Joel and Emily of waffles, blueberry's, strawberrys and whip cream. All in the name of being patriotic. ;) <br /><br /> Thank you to all the soldiers who make independence day a reality. And to their family's who miss them.<br /><br />And last, but not least, Happy birthday to my dearest friend. I love you Sarah Gentry.<br /><br /><a href="http://s137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/?action=view&current=AmericanFlag.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/AmericanFlag.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a>Abigail Qhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17931331382453572429noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013445709499099977.post-8302608994353452592008-06-29T13:33:00.000-07:002008-07-04T10:24:17.055-07:00FamilyWe'd been wanting to see the Quiz side of the family for a few months and finally got a few days off last week. So we hopped a plane to WY for some good food and family time. ( and in case anyone missed it my husband has 12 kids in his family. 6 of who still live at home.) <div><br /></div><div>I'm so far behind blogging and trying to catch up, thus,<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>THE Highlights: </div><div><br /></div><div>Bags lost there</div><div>Bags lost on the way back</div><div>Yellowstone park</div><div> - chased a moose through a swamp with Steven and Ry trying to get a good picture.. Note the <i> trying. </i> </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span> - Bought a 10 lb bag of hot tamales' for the trip. And jellybellys. And sour patch kids and hoho's and chips ahoy cookies and cream soda and chips... and yea. No judgment. First of all, I didn't do the buying. Second, we took carrots too. And third, when your in a car for 12 hours searching for wildlife, what else are you going to do? We seriously had so much junk food that all 10 of us ate the entire time and we still had loads of candy and cookies left over... ummm, yea.<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span> - saw a mom bear and her 2 cubs. ( and I won the slap bet! woot!)<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span> - saw bubbling paint? It was pretty cool. Very land before time-ish.<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span> - had <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Old_Faithful_Geyser">old faithful</a> spray us when it shot up. yes, I have tasted a national landmark. ;) </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span> - Got reallllly close to a buffalo. ( Did I mention you're supposed to stay 45 feet away? We're rebels us Quiz's. ) </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span> - And last but not least played the story game. You know, where one person starts, and then the next person adds a sentence. Well, I was feeling all wilderness- y and envisioned a hunting story so I start. </div><div> "I always wanted to buy a gun" <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"></span></div><div> Ryan "and so I did." </div><div> April "and I shot my sister." (what the-? )</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span> Josh "and that's why I'm in a maximum security prison." (getting darker by the second)<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span> Mom Quiz " I'm not supposed to squirt my sister with a water-gun and so thats why I'm grounded to my bedroom thats like a prison. "</div><div>We all died laughing. Leave it to a mom to change the story to being happy and G rated. Unfortunately, Stevie was next and the sister died again... </div><div><br /></div><div>The time was short, but sweet. </div><div><br /></div><div>And these are a few pictures from our first evening there. I went outside to try and catch the sunset and take a few photo's of Rebekah's tree and ended up rolling around laughing in the dewy grass with Anna, April and Ruth. And for just a second.. I was little again...<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://s137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/?action=view&current=Untitled-2-5.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/Untitled-2-5.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://s137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/?action=view&current=IMG_0118.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/IMG_0118.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://s137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/?action=view&current=Untitled-1-4.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/Untitled-1-4.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://s137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/?action=view&current=Untitled-3-4.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/Untitled-3-4.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div>Abigail Qhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17931331382453572429noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013445709499099977.post-45239988929040413942008-06-28T23:16:00.001-07:002008-06-28T23:24:02.610-07:00Seriously.Random, I know, but I had to share...<div><br /></div><div>I 2nd shot a wedding today and it was so hot in palm desert that I burned <i> through </i> my shirt. {And we were outside for all of 15 minutes} </div><div><br /></div><div>Is that even possible? </div><div><br /></div><div>As <a href="http://shylasblog.com">Shyla</a> said last week, hells {most definitely} cooler. </div><div><br /></div><div>Side note: I will be posting lots of pictures in the very near future!~ </div><div><br /></div><div>Happy Saturday! </div>Abigail Qhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17931331382453572429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013445709499099977.post-56170571710768960262008-06-21T12:07:00.000-07:002008-06-21T12:57:28.927-07:00ShylaSo I'm going to brag now... My buddy <a href="http://www.shylasblog.com">shyla</a> is in town from Boston and I get to tag along with her <i> all weekend long </i>, because miraculously I have today and tomorrow off .<br /><br /> I'm super excited to be able to just sit and watch her with clients. Although I've worked with her before it's been over a year and back then I was more concerned on getting my manual settings right during the wedding then actually sitting back and just learning from her. So, I'm stoked to be able to watch someone hot rock not just one, but 3 sessions .<br /><br />Yesterday we had the most gorgeous couple for engagement pictures. And oh the pictures and the Shyla light! Amazing. you have to check out her blog in the next few weeks for images from the shoot. HOT. I'll post some pictures in the next week or so once she has hers up.. but for now.. I leave you with these pictures of us..<br /><div><br /></div><div>and keep in mind that it was 1 in the morning at a grand celebration/reception party that started wayyyyy earlier... after 2 apple martini's {which is 2 too many } ;)<br /><br /><a href="http://s137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/?action=view&current=2-9.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/2-9.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://s137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/?action=view&current=1-11.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/1-11.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><br /></div>Abigail Qhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17931331382453572429noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013445709499099977.post-70007632580405275812008-06-20T15:25:00.000-07:002008-06-20T15:41:03.607-07:00Too hot to thinkSo. incredibly. <i> hot. </i> <div><br /></div><div>Wasn't it just a few weeks ago I was saying that I wanted it to be hot enough for shorts? Well, now its hot enough to fry a egg outside. {hmm.. I should test this theory} And I wish it were cooler. Fall perhaps. Maybe even snowing a bit. </div><div><br /></div><div> I finally convinced Ry to let me turn the air on yesterday. If anytime to turn on the air 103 is a good time. So now its hotter outside then inside by about ten degrees. Our little wall unit is trying his hardest and I really and truly appreciate all his hard work, but seriously, I would do almost anything for a good dip in a pool or some central air about now. Good thing: our freezer is full of ice cream. Bad thing: its rapidly disappearing. {And I'm the only one home. } </div>Abigail Qhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17931331382453572429noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013445709499099977.post-66805105001623867182008-06-20T14:02:00.000-07:002008-08-24T16:02:27.997-07:00Yes, I went there.So today in San dimas its is 103 outside. 103. Hot enough to fry a egg on the sidewalk. At least thats what the people say. And I've always pondered it as a kid. "could you really fry a egg?" so, today, bored as I am I decided to try it.... its a myth... Abigail Qhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17931331382453572429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013445709499099977.post-17555483303468056522008-06-15T16:30:00.000-07:002008-06-15T19:32:08.329-07:00The Newlyweds I June 7, 2008He spent fifteen hours making her a scrapbook for her birthday. Pictures of their past adorned the pages~ the outreach they did in Mexico. The road trip to Washington state. The murder mystery dinner theater. Their first kiss. He made sure to make a page dedicated to her birthday too, symbolized the present. And in the very back was a envelope all folded up. When Kim opened it she saw a picture of a ring, and "future?" scrawled next to it. Appropriately, Tom had bought her a three diamond ring. And the rest they say, is history...<br /><br />I got to document one of the most important days of their present last Saturday. It was a beautiful wedding and I'm so lucky to have been apart of it. Thank you Tom and Kim for allowing me such a honor. <br /><br /><a href="http://s137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/?action=view&current=Untitled-4m.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/Untitled-4m.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I just <i> adore </i> this picture! Something about it just makes me smile..<br /><br /><a href="http://s137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/?action=view&current=IMG_3658ss.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/IMG_3658ss.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://s137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/?action=view&current=Untitled-1m.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/Untitled-1m.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://s137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/?action=view&current=IMG_3663.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/IMG_3663.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://s137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/?action=view&current=Untitled-5-2.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/Untitled-5-2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://s137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/?action=view&current=Untitled-6-4.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/Untitled-6-4.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Ryan all the credit for the walking out picture~ super hot.<br /><br /><a href="http://s137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/?action=view&current=Untitled-7m.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/Untitled-7m.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://s137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/?action=view&current=IMG_4071.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/IMG_4071.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://s137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/?action=view&current=IMG_4381.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/IMG_4381.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /><br /><a href="http://s137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/?action=view&current=Untitled-2mbw-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/Untitled-2mbw-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><br /></span><br /><a href="http://s137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/?action=view&current=Untitled-3mfunk.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/Untitled-3mfunk.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://s137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/?action=view&current=IMG_4677mossy.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/IMG_4677mossy.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a>Abigail Qhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17931331382453572429noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013445709499099977.post-50395525070368366602008-06-12T17:48:00.000-07:002008-06-12T17:59:09.795-07:00Teaser Teaser.Its like a movie preview.. just a glimpse and your hooked.<br /><br /><a href="http://s137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/?action=view&current=my-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/my-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>more to come very, very soon. promise. But right now, it's girls night and I'm off to be <i> finalllllly </i> "carried away" and eat lots and lots of buttery popcorn. Yey!<br /><br /><br /></div>Abigail Qhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17931331382453572429noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013445709499099977.post-17510805220932337952008-06-05T12:32:00.000-07:002008-06-05T12:46:38.435-07:00I had just got done running with the dogs. My mind was clear and I felt refreshed. I was ready to work. On the way in I decided to check my mail. Bills, bills, and yea....<br /><br />T-mobile was one of them. My usual bill is somewhere around a 100 dollars with my faves and unlimited texting. Well imagine my surprise when this bill was 237 dollars. And 54 cents. What the?<br /><br />So I call T-mobile bound and determined to be tough ( I was a CSR for dish network in college so sometimes i melt under the pressure and stop being mean because I know what its like to be on the other end of the call) anyways.... so the plan was to be tough and threaten to cancel my service if they don't explain to me why my bill is so high and don't offer to help me...<br /><br />and Joe answered. And he was getting married in October and has a fifteen month old. Him and his finance are getting married at a ski lodge in the mountains. And he does photography in his spare time. He was really nice...<br /><br />and I lost my meanness and ended up joking around with him ..<br /><br />and I still have a bill of 237. and 54 cents.<br /><br />Suck.Abigail Qhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17931331382453572429noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013445709499099977.post-13618098854953122452008-06-01T18:19:00.001-07:002008-06-01T18:45:23.161-07:00My kind of healthy:I bought the m & m's for the good of my health. <u> Seriously, I did. </u><br /><br />In previous weeks I've tried to develop a healthy alternatives to candy while editing pictures since I've been known to eat through an entire (BIG) box of hot tamels in a nano second. {and goodness knows hot tamels do nothing to help my waist line} I tried fruit but it proved to be too messy. Carrots worked well for about a day and then I was tired of them. I recently switched to Banana chips as a snack. And I was happy. They were tasty, sweet <i> and </i> nutritious. Low and behold the other day I turn the package over and find that my little 8 oz container holds a whopping 1200 calories. Sneaky packaging company. I mean, common a 1 oz serving? Please. I go through the 8 oz container and <i> I'm still hungry. </i><br /><br />So, obviously, today, at the grocery store I bought the bag of m & m's. At least they have calcium. Here's a toast to strong bones. ;)<br /><br /><br /><br />{On a side note, today I finished my first sample album. Cheers! }Abigail Qhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17931331382453572429noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013445709499099977.post-29174165190567930792008-05-31T14:52:00.000-07:002008-07-04T10:25:27.092-07:00{Breath}ing deeplyOn days like today,<br />when I feel <u> especially broke</u>,<br />i have to remind myself to take a step back.<br /><i> To breathe. </i><br /><br />I remind myself on these kind of days that money doesn't equal happiness. Mac and cheese for dinner or not, I have a husband <u> who loves me</u> . Unconditionally and always. <i> For better or worse. </i> And while we may not be in the forbes top 20, these are the days we will look back on and cherish someday. The days of our youth, when we were young and free. No children, no ties. Open to possibilities. Open to adventure.<br /><br />If I were in a different time and place with boatloads of money, there is no guarantee I would be happy. I may, in my alternate world, have a closet stuffed to the brim with Jimmy Choo and Chanel purses and be <u> amazingly stylish </u> but I may be in love with an idiot. Or not in love at all.<br /><br />So today, I am making a concious choice to be thankful for what I <i> do </i> have. Even as frustrated as I am <u> with the now. </u> While my 30D isn't the 5D, I <i> do </i> have a camera that I was <u> so </u> longing for a year ago. I may not have my branding, or my custom blog that i want <i> so desperately</i> that I've actually dreamt about it, but I do have a website. All the greats took it one day at a time too. And while I may not have all the answers, at least I'm beginning to understand.<br /><br /> I'm frustrated with album designing, <u> but I'm learning.</u> I'm frustrated with my work flow process but <u> it will</u> come with practice. I'm frustrated with learning how to use the <a href="http://www.totallyradactions.com/">TRA</a> mix, but I <i> do have them. </i> And when I figure out my own unique look it will be a<i> glorious, glorious day.</i> {And there will be free ice cream for all.} <br /><br />It's all about the learning process in this thing called life. One foot in front of the other. {Breathe} Getting up and trying again. {Breathe} The joy of discovery. And all the glorious possibilities tomorrow may hold...Abigail Qhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17931331382453572429noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013445709499099977.post-54159512837340431382008-05-28T19:55:00.001-07:002008-05-28T19:55:49.139-07:00Brandon & Jessie I May 17, 2008They wed on the lawn overlooking the lake at five in the evening. Brandon stood flanked by his groomsmen, nervously awaiting his bride. On the balconies of the resort, overlooking the ceremony lawn people watched for her entry. The music started and Jessie apeared, glorious to behold. She was beaming from head to toe, excited to marry her love. So excited in fact that when the minister started with "Jessie do you take-" she interjected an emphatic "I do!" before he had even finished. The friends and family attending laughed along with the couple at her eagerness and Brandon beamed at his bride, delighted to be wanted so much. <br /><br />The flowers were beautiful. The Bride and Groom were all smiles. The lake glistened. The bridal party was full of disko divas who stayed on the dance floor all night long. And the favors were boxes of gourmet chocolate. Does it get any better then this? <br /><br />Brandon and Jessie, thank you for allowing me to be apart of your celebration. And thank you for letting me steal more then one box of chocolate for the ride home! ;) Have a blast in costa rica! ~A <br /><br /><br /><a href="http://s137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/?action=view¤t=my21.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/my21.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://s137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/?action=view¤t=Untitled-11-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/Untitled-11-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://s137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/?action=view¤t=my421.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/my421.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a><br /><br /><a href="http://s137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/?action=view¤t=my1-3.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/my1-3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a><br /><br /><a href="http://s137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/?action=view¤t=Untitled-31-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/Untitled-31-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://s137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/?action=view¤t=Untitled-4-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/Untitled-4-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a><br /><br /><a href="http://s137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/?action=view¤t=Untitled-51.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/Untitled-51.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://s137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/?action=view¤t=Untitled-62.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/Untitled-62.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a>Abigail Qhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17931331382453572429noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013445709499099977.post-74865713435985648522008-05-26T14:30:00.000-07:002008-05-26T14:55:40.239-07:00Love letterMy love, <br /> I'd do anything for you. I love you more then I did two years ago.. and less then I will in thirty years. You are my other half, my soul. I love you. Happy anniversary. Better late then never, right? ;) Always, Me <br /><br /><br /><br />Our wedding anniversary was on Wednesday. We spent the day in San Juan Capistrano, wandering around the old mission, exploring the fabulous antique stores and walking the town. The mission was absolutely breathtaking and very romantic. In a tragic titanic kind of way. Afterwards, we drove PCH up the coast to Laguna beach and spent the sunset hour on the rocks watching the tide come in... and we ate the most glorious ice cream cones ever invented. Grape flavored. With nerds mixed in. Seriously, life changing and a very close second to watermelon...<br /><br />May 21 is by far my favorite day of the year. <br /> <br /><br />2 years ago... <br /><a href="http://s137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/?action=view¤t=Abigail_283-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/Abigail_283-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a>Abigail Qhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17931331382453572429noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013445709499099977.post-59368824844005150922008-05-23T19:31:00.000-07:002008-08-24T16:04:47.251-07:00Liberty AnnaI still remember the first day I held her. She was the prettiest baby I'd ever seen. Gorgeous brown eyes. Wisps of curly hair. When Liberty was born I was sixteen and I thought she was perfect. Nine years have passed since then. And I still think she's pretty much, well, perfect. Lib is a bundle of energy..a tomboy who can run with the best of em. While wearing lip gloss, of course. She is absolutely breathtaking and I love being able to bust my camera out and photograph her.<br /><br /><a href="http://s137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/?action=view&current=my2.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/my2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://s137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/?action=view&current=my51.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/my51.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://s137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/?action=view&current=Untitled-6-2.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/Untitled-6-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://s137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/?action=view&current=my7-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/my7-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a>Abigail Qhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17931331382453572429noreply@blogger.com0