Wednesday, June 29, 2011


Monday, June 27, 2011

April's wedding

Here are a few photos from April's wedding a few weeks ago courtesy of Brett Seay Photography! I love Brett. She is not only a great photographer, but a great person and friend. I highly recommend her for your event! 

my hubby is so cute. 

She's such a cutie

A few of the NGU peeps!

dancin' the night and....

my dignity away. 

Sunday, June 26, 2011

wall inspiration

i love the color palate 

Saturday, June 25, 2011

Friday, June 24, 2011

Guest Blogger: Love Notes from the Fickle Monster, Part 16

Some commercial told me, "Stress causes belly fat."
Well kids, I am going to look like Santa by the end of the summer.

I am currently working at the Boys and Girls Club of America, an easy summer job. Sike. My days look like snot, Clorox, 74 seven and eight year olds, crayons, grass, band aids, books, blood, sweat, and tears...lots of tears.

On Monday, I was considering what great catastrophe could be an excuse never to come back again.
Tuesday offered a teaspoon of optimism as the day was "a little, tiny bit better than Monday."
Halfway through the week, I counted the number of hours until 6 p.m. on Friday, and figured I could make it.
On Thursday, my two weeks notices was drafted in my head as I cried a little in the afternoon. Yea, I am sensitive.
And finally, Friday. Blessed Friday! I did not think about quitting, and I did not cry. Progress.

My job looks like a sidewalk. Frustration and anger are the cracks which divide the concrete. Between the cracks, drawn on the slabs of whole rock, are pictures in sidewalk chalk, the medium of children and naivete and creativity. My job looks like a sidewalk, pure and simple; I suppose most do.

If I were callous or prideful or blind, I would miss the beauty of my sidewalk, moving right past great lessons and laughter and joy.

This week, my knowledge of God was extended in a simple, sweet lesson.

One of my kids couldn't tie her shoe. She asked if I would show her how, which I did. I explained the process carefully and let her watch, step by step. After I tied her shoes, she began to move but I quickly untied her laces and said, "Now, it's your turn." She was upset at first, rightfully so, but she was able to walk away, just a minute later, having tied her own shoes.

How often does God do the same for us? We ask for help. He shows us, and then offers us a chance. We balk and complain and sometimes walk away, or we try. Sometimes, we fail. Sometimes, we succeed.

We have been shown the way. So, bring it; I'm walking on.

Tonight, I dare you to be thankful for your sidewalk, for the cracks and the color, the stress and the love.
And, I dare you to try tying your own laces or at least acknowledge you need help.
Just don't give up.
Don't quit.
Please, don't.
You and me, we are going to learn some lessons and draw some pictures and tie some laces.
I dare us.

P.S. Someone, please remind me I wrote this when I am pissy next week.
Cora Ruth Flottman is the best friend, college room8 and a complete inspiration to Sheila.
She is an actress, teacher, christian, lover of the written word and men who can change the tires on a car.

She blogs here every Friday!

Work of Heart

Children photographer must have:

Go here to check it out!

Thursday, June 23, 2011

Maternity fotos

New maternity fotos up at Sprice Fotos!

Check them out!

Monday, June 20, 2011

see ya!

I'll be chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool... and stuff at the beach for the next few days.

My desk will be a beach chair. 

See ya when I get back! 
happy father's day to my mom who stepped in and filled the role. 
love you mommy.

Saturday, June 18, 2011

My weekend so far...

Afternoon snack with Amanda... we made strawberry pico de gallo... (1/2 red onion, 3 roma tomatoes, 1/2 lime juiced, 1 avocado, 5 diced strawberries) 

We had a photoshoot with Shanta...

Check out Sprice on Facebook for more photos! 

Cody made me breakfast in bed this morning... 

Then we rode our bikes to the soccer field and ran.... then rode back home... (UGHHHH) 
this is my bike face. 


Hope you are having a great weekend! We're heading to Hilton Head on Monday! If you are in the area and want to do a photoshoot, email me at 

Friday, June 17, 2011

Guest Blogger: Love Notes from the Fickle Monster, Part 15

We make decisions or  decisions are made for us. We breathe and adapt. We change.
Last weekend, I participated in a disaster relief project. While I was concerned with the destruction, I was most impressed by the construction, the unity of a community chosing to actively pursue newer, stronger, and better. Homes were being rebuilt more efficiently, differently than what stood before.

These people were not standing stubbornly on top of their destroyed lives; these people were still breathing, moving.
On Thursday, I stood at the tail end of the line this year. Last year, I stood in the middle, positioned between a boyfriend and colleagues. This year, I stood at the end, with colleagues none the less, but my place was different. My place will always be different.

And I am still breathing.
Perhaps the word drastic is a degree too dramatic for the change observed in my life through the days and months and seasons of this past year. However, I believe my year was marked by significant change, reduction and destruction. I was reduced which is defined as the conversion of an expression or equation to its simplest form. God reduced me; He removed pharasaical religion, destroyed relationships, revealed the temporal, and redefined sanctification which altered my expectations of other people, of Him, and of myself. This year has been the pursuit of my simplest form, conversion from presupposed equations.

Simply put, He tore up a few things I held to, tightly.
He worked out, burned down, and threw away unnecessary expectations.
And often, I was a desperate to cling and to grieve, to stand still. I was angry and ashamed.

And now, somehow, I am breathing again, free to construct, and I am excited to explore and grown and build. I am thankful my place in line is different, and I am equally thankful for where my place was last year.
Oh God, I am grateful for how things change, how we grow up and out and left and down.
I am amazed we get to continue, to strengthen, to be miserable and joyful, to make decisions, and to stubbornly defend them.
I am so thankful we are each in process and get to explore together.
How lucky I am to find new places in lines.
May we endeavor to embrace destruction fully in order to reconstruct properly.

I dare us.

Cora Ruth Flottman is the best friend, college room8 and a complete inspiration to Sheila.

She is an actress, teacher, christian, lover of the written word and men who can change the tires on a car.

She blogs here most Fridays, and she was half asleep as she wrote today!

Belly fotos

Today my friend, Shanta is coming to visit so I can take a few maternity photos of her.

I just love her and her family. She and I worked together for The Cliffs Communities while we were in college. She is just classy and always there for you. She works so hard and is really someone I would love to work with me again one day. I just can't say enough about her. Lord knows she'll be a fantastic mother.  I can't wait to see how the photos turn out.

These will be my first belly photos so here's some photos I pulled for inspiration.

So exciting. I hope I can capture her glow.

Thursday, June 16, 2011

My First 10k

So, I'm signed up for my first 10k for next weekend. Pretty freaking nervous. It's only 6.2 miles but seriously. I think I should just do the 5k. We'll see what happens. I have to train big time the next few days.

I've been reading a lot lately on running, weight loss, motivation and setting goals. I'm trying to fill myself with as much knowledge as possible, but honestly it's not changing me that much. I still choose horrible foods. Thing is, I love fruits and vegtables. I could eat them all day, but I don't. I need to cut out sugar and carbs for good. I think I'd knock a few lbs. away by not eating bread. Anyway, wonder if I can do... if I will do it.

I'm my own worst enemy in all of this. Please pray for me.


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