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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)

    ♥♥♥Hanssie♥♥♥♥
    951.264.1710

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

Thanks All The Time

Thankful posts are so cliche. I know I’m being a little negative, but it’s sad that we take one day out of 365 to be thankful. And usually that day, surrounded by family and friends is spent watching football (not there’s anything wrong with that, per se) and waiting for midnight to roll around so you can line up to maul each other at Best Buy for the $10 TV.

Don’t get me wrong, setting aside even one day or even a month to be thankful is an awesome practice. But setting aside ONLY one day is sad. In three weeks, when someone cuts you off and steals the parking spot that you were clearly waiting for, are you going to remember to be thankful? Thankful that you have a car. Thankful that you can go to the mall and afford to buy gifts. Thankful that you can drive? I’m going to assume not. Because in all honesty, I don’t either. I’m too busy yelling and cussing at the person in my annoyance.

I don’t mean to get on my soapbox and point fingers, because this is more a reminder to me that I need to be thankful more than one day a year, more than one month a year. More often than not.

Have a thankful day. Even though it’s not “officially” Thanksgiving.

Meet Goliath

If you thought this post was going to be about anything but my new Dog Baby, well you would be wrong.

I picked up Goliath from the Mission Viejo Animal Shelter Friday (which is an awesome shelter. If I were a stray, it would be good karma if I ended up here). It was raining of course, and as I walked in, I overheard the receptionist on the phone with someone asking about adopting Goliath! Well, sorry buddy, he’s MINE.

Goliath looks like Clifford, but not red. And he weighs about 86lbs, which the vet says is underweight. so, imagine an 86lb big black dog trying to curl up in the front seat of my Camaro. Yeah. It was comical. And he smelled of unbathed, wet dog. So, through Friday traffic, he endured the 405 freeway and went straight to the groomers. But before doing so, in his nervousness, he vomited all over the front seat of my car. Fantastic.

I finally get the big lug, who now smells amazing, by the way, back to my house and for the rest of the weekend, he followed me around nervously, like I was going to leave him at any minute. (Goliath was abandoned by someone, who actually, taught him some commands and potty trained him).

So far, besides vomiting again, he’s been pretty perfect – sleeping through the night, not barking at all and fulling my need to feel needed, thanks to his co-dependency. He’s also pretty darn cute and smart, too. And that’s not just the proud new dog mommy in me saying that. Of course, now the search for a new house begins. Would appreciate any and all positive vibes for the perfect house sent my way!

(And yes, I know, I still have Good News #3 to share. Soon.)

 

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