Sunday.

We just got back a bit ago. We spent the morning with my brother in law, and his wife, and my nephews. OR Shawn's nephews... however you put that. Anyway, we went out to eat, where Anya acted like a horrid kid. She THREW her spaghetti at me. I was a bit mad. We went to the library after that, the southfield library, and they had this huge children's section. I took some shots (only a few) of the kids. My kids wouldn't sit still but I caught this one of Aden, that came out really nice.

I am really itching to move out of this house. I was talking with my bil & sil today and when I said the house we were looking at was only 1000 square feet they mentioned how small that was. Well, it can be small if I have a basement. I just need someplace to store all our extra crap. I have a storage unit already and it isn't enough for us, plus it is just a huge pain to have to go to the storage unit to get stuff out. Especially when it is for my soap stuff.

They suggested that we contact a realitor to see if they can help us find a land contract to suit us. I am REALLY wishing right now that I could get an FHA loan, but because I am self employed and Shawn has horrid credit, it just won't work. Which really sucks. That would be our best solution. Oh well. Not much I can do about it as it stands. I just can't stand being crammed into this house anymore.

On another note my sister in law asked if I would take some pictures of her kids. I will. I need the practice, and if I can pull off some nice shots, then it will build my confidence, and it will put me in a postition where I can get more business from their friends and get my name into that community. Or they can hate them, and no one will ever want me to take another photo again. That would be horrible. And would kill me. Right now I feel like a fake photographer. LOL

Just keep shooting, it will work out, right??