In July of 2006 I started a blog as a way of showcasing my images to family and friends. I was feeling very self-conscious about blogging (and still do - it's all a bit pretentious and self-promoting, don't you think?) and named the blog Overexposed because it played off a photography term and aptly described how I was feeling at the time.
Over the years, Overexposed has evolved into an online journal of sorts ... a place where I can showcase things both silly and serious and keep in touch with clients, family and friends alike.
Thank you (so very much) for stopping by.
xoxo,
Rebecca
*Image by the talented and all-around wonderful Anna Jones.
with a free wi-fi connection …
Yay!!!
So, how many days do you think it’s gonna take AT&T to come out and fix my internet connection? How many evenings will I spend sitting in cafe’s with free wi-fi so I can get some work done? I guess we’ll find out. Now I’m off to make a furious attempt at fixing the Darling Art blog before this place closes … Wish me luck!
xoxo,
Reb
Oh my. Oh my oh my oh my. I’ve been experiencing some rather obnoxious technical difficulties with my computer/internet connection/who-knows-what since last week. For some reason, I can’t upload images to either of my blogs or Facebook, which is a bit of a challenge for a working photographer. As part of my trouble-shooting effort, I have managed to take the Darling Art blog offline and now can’t get it back up and running. I have a back up of the files, but still. Ugh. Ugh. Ugh. UGH!
(thud)
That was me throwing my shoe at the computer.
I am going to attempt one last time to upload to this blog … it’s a silly iPhone image taken this weekend while traveling with Dr. Dan. Here goes nothing:
Nope. It stalled out at 82% uploaded, just like all the other times. So you’ll just have to use your imagition.
(insert pretty picture here)
Isn’t this fun?
And now, I am giving up and going to bed. Here’s to hoping tomorrow is my lucky day.
Over and Out,
Reb
We arrived back home in the wee hours of Sunday morning, tucked the monkeys in bed, unpacked the essentials, made a middle-of-the-night run to the grocery store, and crashed. Owen thankfully did not throw up on the flight, but he was still spiking some crazy high fevers … even on Tylenol and Motrin (poor kid). We are mostly unpacked, mostly through post-vacation-withdrawal symptoms, and no where near caught up on anything else. Gosh, I’ll be glad when my house is in order and my kids have caught up on sleep and are back on east coast time.
I have been terribly homesick the past few days. I stepped out of the Raleigh airport early Sunday morning and the air was warm, thick and wet and I have been mourning the loss of the dry desert heat and cool desert nights. I miss the sunrise over the mountains, the sunset over the lake and how unobstructed the views are without a bajillion tall trees in the way. And I miss my Mom and my sisters. A lot.
I didn’t photograph much on this trip. There’s something about constantly chasing after an 18-month-old while trying to keep my eye on three other monkeys that inhibits any attempt at good photography. That said, we did get a friend to snap a quick picture for us near the cabin my parents rented up Big Cotton Wood canyon. Noah is such a nut.
Love to all,
Rebecca
p.s. Isn’t my niece the cutest thing ever?
p.p.s. Have you been watching Boston Med? We rarely watch tv and found out about the show today when my friend sent me a Facebook message about the most recent episode (Episode 4) which features a trauma surgeon who goes home to his wife and kids and is living … IN OUR OLD HOUSE!!! What are the odds? It was so fun and nostalgic seeing our scruffy old street and scruffy old “Gray House” on the show. It was also fun watching the episode with Dr. Dan who knew a bunch of people from The Brigham and would also check his own pager every time one went off on the show. Talk about Pavlov’s dog … 
Week two of our adventure brought with it Dr. Dan (hooray!) and a family reunion at a beautiful cabin nestled in the Rocky Mountains. For 4 lovely days we hiked, fished, spotted moose, ate (and ate and ate and ate and ate and ate), played games, laughed, and enjoyed time together. Owen is completely in love with his cousins, and it was so fun for me to see my monkeys bond with family they only get to see once a year.
Dr. Dan has a medical conference in Vegas this week, so week three of our adventure meant … ROAD TRIP!!! Except that we are all tired and cranky and ready to stay in the same place for a few days so in reality it meant a torturous 6 hours in the car listening to Owen cry and the older boys whine. My monkeys are completely mortified by the strip, and I am mortified that I brought them here, so we are pretty much sticking to our hotel which is thankfully classy enough to safely navigate without having to tell my kids to close their eyes. Fortunately, Vegas is home to some dear friends who we’ve very much enjoyed visiting. Unfortunately, Owen was up all night last night with a fever and the barfs. As I type this, the big monkeys and I are watching Diary of a Wimpy Kid while Owen naps in a pack and play in the bathroom. How long do you think the monkeys will last in the hotel room before we all go completely nuts? Oh boy … I sure hope whatever happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.
We head back to my parents house tomorrow to say our goodbyes, and then fly back to Chapel Hill on Saturday. I keep teasing Dr. Dan that he’s sitting with Owen in the back of the plane while I enjoy a relaxing ride up front with the big guys which has to be the most brilliant. plan. ever.
Uh oh, I have a 5 year old who needs to use the bathroom. Better find one in the lobby so we don’t wake up the sickie. What a glamorous life I lead …
xoxo,
Reb
One week ago, I nervously boarded an airplane with all four of my monkeys and am happy to report that we survived our day of travel. Owen was a maniac and the logistics of traveling alone with 4 kids plus a car seat was challenging, but it was surprisingly passive and pleasant for me – I enjoyed not having to entertain the kids and drive us to Utah safely. It was nice to let the pilot get us there while I dealt with a monkey who wouldn’t nap and spent a good 5 – 6 hours trying to climb over his seat or escape into the aisle. For the record, the big monkeys were angelic. Owen took 99% of my time and attention while my other guys calmly took care of themselves.
Our week has been wonderful. The dry heat is heaven and so is spending time with my sisters. No one celebrates the 4th quite like they do in Utah Valley, so I’m glad to be “home” to celebrate. We hit the balloon launch yesterday morning, and as you can imagine, it was pretty darn amazing.
Have a wonderful holiday weekend!
xoxo,
Reb
and we’re (mostly) ready to go. Hmmmm … a shower would be a good thing, and snacks too. Better get moving.
The monkeys and I are Utah-bound. Flying with all four should be interesting … wish me luck. My crazy-rascal-must-be-moving-ALL-the-time baby monkey has never lasted more then 10 minutes in church, so my goal today is simple: I don’t want to get kicked off the flight. Yep, I’m dreaming big folks. Dreaming real big.
Better run,
Reb
1. laundry
2. catch up on email
3. take it easy
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Dr. Dan and I did a pretty good job keeping things under control last week. We watched movies and laughed through my ER visit, and really enjoyed an unexpected few days spent together. But by Sunday I could feel the weight of everything settle, and I was a bit of a mess inside. I had no desire to hang on to any feelings of fear or any lingering “what if’s” but I didn’t know the best way to let all those worries go. I was exhausted.
Thankfully, Monday brought with it a private yoga lesson and I could literally feel the worry and stress work its way out of my mind and body during the 90 minute beating session. And yesterday, we hit the beach with the Ro-Ro’s. If Monday was about working things out of my body, Tuesday was about filling it back up again and there is absolutely nothing like beach therapy. I came home from our day trip feeling content, grateful, peaceful, and full.
Today we are all tired, but a sun-kissed, worn-out-from-fun, happy kind of tired. We have very little on the agenda these next few days and I am grateful for time to savor a renewed sense of peace and well-being.
Thank you all again for your comments, phone calls, emails and packages. What would we do without such an amazing family and friends? We love you all so much.
xoxo,
Reb
June. So far we’ve lived through nearly 18 days of it. And those 18 days have been … interesting ones. I think we must have offended our house brownie (anyone read The Spiderwick Chronicles?) who is now taking revenge because we’ve had a comically disastrous month. We’ve had pests (which I absolutely can. not. tolerate.) in the house: ants, fruit flies, and a mouse. We’ve had major appliances either die or need repair (the refrigerator, the dishwasher) and the hard drive blew on our iMac. And just when we had all of these situations allllllmost under control something else decided to break:
me.
Two days ago I was working at my computer and noticed some pretty crazy things happening with my right arm. I called Dr. Dan* who advised me to head to urgent care. Babysitting was arranged**, and I was off. But my symptoms were progressing in unusual ways, so Dan picked me up from urgent care and we headed to the ER. Nurses, medical students, residents, fellows and attending physicians all questioned, poked and prodded. Blood was drawn. A head CT was ordered (results were normal) and then a brain MRI (uh oh – results were concerning). After about 10 hours my symptoms faded away and we were told to come back in the morning for an EEG. We left the ER around 2 am and headed home for a few hours of sleep, and returned the next morning so I could have 23 electrodes stuck to my head. We made an appointment with a neurologist to discuss test results and we met with him today.
For nearly 48 hours we’ve brainstormed the possibilities without trying to panic. Could I be having a stroke? Could it be Lyme? MS? A tumor? A seizure? Did my thyroid cancer metastasize to my brain? We met with a wonderful neurologist this morning who (thankfully) ruled out many of those possibilities and eventually concluded he has no idea what is going on. We’ll simply need to watch and wait.
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Dear House Brownie:
Whatever we did to offend you … I am sincerely sorry. I have left you some Nutella and graham crackers as a peace offering. Just please please please let us get through the last 12 days of June without anymore catastrophes. Okay?
Sincerely,
Rebecca
*what would I do without him? I feel so lucky … so incredibly blessed to be married to my own Dr. McDreamy.
**a very heartfelt thank you to the friends and family who offered help, hugs and kind words the past few days. We are so so grateful for you.
***image by the amazing Jesh de Rox
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