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  • Hanssie: Photographer, Mama, Diva, Single Gal, Shopaholic, Control Freak, Gym Rat, Cynic, Socialite, Daughter, Friend, Marketer, Asian, Consultant, Party Animal, Pescatarian, Grammar Fiend, The Queen of Everything.

    Labels. No matter how much we want to shy away from them, it’s a way of life. Collectively, they help us define who we are and separately, they each contain a snippet of a facet of our lives and personalities.

    When I first started my photography business, my logo was hanssie trainor: photography. Even back then I knew I could not be contained under one label, hence the colon. (The colon is used before a list or an explanation that is preceded by a clause that can stand by itself) and I knew that photography was just one thing that defined who I was. And now after 3+ years in the business, I’ve evolved and come full circle, back to using the colon to help define who I am – a multi faceted, ever changing person, that wears many hats and has many life experiences.

    This blog has always been about my life but with a focus on my photography, but now, there will be a shift to focus more on my journey in the "IN BETWEEN" from my former life as a wife and mother to life as a single gal and single mom living life passionately under my own terms with photography thrown in as well. I'm just a girl trying to figure things out and deal with baggage and confusion in the dating world. I'm putting it all out there --the good, the bad and the ugly. I hope you’ll join me for the ride.

    I'm kissing a lot of frogs..and blogging about it.

    (P.S. Yes, I am still commissioning for fashion/editorial work and for weddings/ portraits)


    "A girl should be two things: classy and fabulous." Coco Chanel

#ALSIceBucketChallenge – An Almost Rant

This post started as a rant in my head. Well, actually it was 6am and after taking Arya out, I tried to go back to sleep, but my mind wouldn’t let me. I was in the middle of a Facebook argument with someone who was ranting about how the ALS Ice Bucket Challenge was a gimmick and people are just doing the video for attention, how it’s a waste of water and how California is in a drought and how children in Africa don’t have water…and so forth.

While I feel like everyone should have a platform to rant (I, of course, created my own – welcome to any new readers), it irks me when people who rant just for the sake of hearing their own voices and especially spewing negativity on things that are positive. But, this post is me holding my tongue for the sake of drawing the attention to ALS, the real reason that your social media feed seems devoid of cat videos and “What Desert Cactus Are You?” quizzes lately.

ALS – stands for a big long medical term that I cannot pronounce (If you must know it, it is Amyotrophic lateral sclerosis). Discovered in the 1860′s, people did not become aware of it until the 1930′s when famed baseball player, Lou Gehrig was diagnosed and since then, it is more widely known as “Lou Gehrig’s disease.” I heard about ALS because I had a friend whose brother died from it. Each year, he would do a 1000 mile bike ride fundraiser in memory of his brother. Earlier this year,  I also wrote a few articles about a photographer that was diagnosed with ALS. It is a horrible disease where your brain stops sending signals to your muscles through the motor neurons and slowly, the body becomes paralyzed. Patients usually have about 3-5 years after diagnosis to live.

The Ice Bucket Challenge, in case you have been hiding under a rock, is where people throw a bucket of ice water over their heads and donate $10 to an ALS organization, or refuse the challenge and donate $100. The ALS association has seen a 1000% increase in donations due to this challenge. So say what you want to, this challenge is raising awareness to a terrible disease.

I promised no ranting, so I will just post the video of us doing the challenge. And by us, even Goliath got in on the action – though we used warm water on him, because we aren’t a*holes. At work, we wanted to honor a fellow photographer who was diagnosed at age 26. He lost his grandmother to ALS and is taking care of his mother who has ALS. His story is going viral. It couldn’t have happened to a better person, so please take a moment and read Anthony Carbajal’s story here.

But for those who have objections, I’d be happy to chat with you about your concerns – from stem cell research to waste of water during a drought. Just write them in the comments below, but the bottom line is, would you have those same concerns if you or a loved one was slowly becoming trapped in their own body and you had to watch as they withered away? I think not.

This provided an opportunity for me to talk to the Kidlet about compassion, helping people we don’t know, ALS, philanthropy and humanitarianism. As parents we need to raise a new generation of people to care about others and do their part, however little or big, to help others. The challenge gave me a perfect and fun opportunity to do so.

Let’s encourage positivity in this world. It’s already filled with so much hate.

I’m Becoming Martha Freaking Stewart. Someone Help Me.

Hello all,

Let me reassure you that I am alive and well. I’d like to say I’ve come further in my journey to finding my purpose, but honestly I haven’t been looking. I’ve been busy with the pups, the Kidlet and becoming a weird half-assed Asian version of Martha Stewart.

But before I get to that, I’ll give you a quick bullet point version of life:

  • My mom’s psychic says once I “settle down” I’ll find my purpose. Whoa…let’s not scare everyone here…calm down people, breathe…we don’t need to worrying about settling down here…not just yet anyway.
  • He also says my future is in finances, which for me seems like the deepest pits of hell for someone who can’t balance a checkbook properly, so I’m just going to file that under “grain of salt…”
  • The new blind pup, Arya (yes, Game of Thrones fans, named after the little fighter Stark girl) is growing fast, fearless (almost) and finally, FINALLY getting the hang of potty training…knock on wood.
  • Goliath is the jealous, first child who has become even more needy, if possible.
  • Kidlet is still Kidlet, sassy as all heck

Okay, so onto being Martha. It all started when I found a flea on Arya. A FLEA. I have a phobia for pests, bugs, insects and any creature in that family. I’m just not a believer of chemically bombing the poor things (or us) unless there is a major issue, like spiders, and so I hopped onto the trusty old Internet and found some natural flea solutions. Mind you, Arya has been flea treated by the shelter. We use flower essences on Goliath who is just fine. (What are flower essences? Yeah, I’ll explain when I get into the Martha Stewart part).

Two boxes of baking soda later, 5 loads of laundry, an entire thing of Morton’s salt and a handful of store bought essential oils that were on sale later, the house smelled like a spa, the dogs were clean and I calmed down from my mild heart attack. So, then I thought, well, that was easier and much safer than I thought, what else can I make…

Before I bore you with too many details, let’s just say, I now have an industrial Costco sized bag of baking soda, I baked oat flour banana bread with Coconut Palm sugar last night (they were amazing!) and I am now a part of my very first and hopefully only MLM  with doTerra Essential Oils, and I have a drawer full of Flower essences…drops of stuff I put in everyone’s food/drink, even the dogs, to cure all sorts of ailments from stress to creativity.

WTF happened!?!

I dunno, but this snowball effect has me either putting baking soda or essential oils on everything in the house.

Tonight alone, I made ant traps with borax and raw cane sugar- yeah, they will die an expensive high end sugary death (I hope), since I don’t have white granulated (cheap) sugar, rubbed the dogs’ paws with grapeseed oil diluted lavender for its calming effects, and have a delicious smelling citrus blend in the diffuser I borrowed from my chiropractor (since I’m trying to figure out which is the best to purchase).

Next thing you know, I’m gonna get into trading…hopefully not like Martha did though.

Oh hey, maybe my mom’s psychic is accurate after all…


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