If you sang this line, we will get along juuuuuust fine. Thanks so much for taking the time to visit! Allow me to introduce myself, and attempt to summarize what it is that I’m doing here in the Blogosphere. (Key word is attempt. Those of you who know me know that I tend to write short novels for e-mails and my voice mails more closely resemble Shakespearian soliloquies than “call me backs.”) Runs in the family. Alas, that is I. Who am I you ask? Kathy… a not so typical Photographer. Greeting card business enthusiast. Multi-passionate entrepreneur. Idea girl. Dreamer. Lover of life. Happy. Most days my brain is racing so fast with ideas and things I want to do, that I feel I’m too passionate for my own good. Who am I not? Perfectly organized. A fantastic housekeeper or gardener. My shoe collection would make Carrie Bradshaw cringe, and I get more excited about a good vintage score at Frenchy’s than I ever would about a Prada purse. Don't get me wrong, I can appreciate a fine set of heels like the next girl, but I just don't believe we have to spend the family fortune to look put together. I’m a pretty simple gal who believes there is a time and a place for everything. Including but not limited to: gummy bears, boxed wine, Zoodles, Mr. Noodles and occasionally (okay... very occasionally) Beefaroni. There, I said it, and frankly it feels quite good to get it off my chest. So it's no secret that I am fairly passionate, and put a lot of heart and soul into the things that inspire me. That means in business and in life because I feel like the two are really intertwined anyway - "How you do anything is how you do everything!" I believe that Confucius was right when he said "Everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it". I have realized over time that I can't help but see beauty. It is a problem at times. (Forget texting and driving, one shouldn't be permitted to "see beauty", or potential photo session locations for that matter, while driving.) I digress. When beauty jumps out of the world at you, it is easy to become passionate about photography - for me, it is a way to relay to others the beauty that I see in my minds eye. Life is short, this we all know. We are meant to enjoy it, appreciating and celebrating those who are important to us, in this lifetime. This blog is an immediate outlet for me to express and humour myself (and those who stumble by) attach sneak peeks of the happenings here at Legacy Junction Studios, offer fun contests and specials, and chronicle what’s going on in my crazy world. Feel free to sniff around - just promise not to laugh at my wordiness, okay? I truly can't resist! If you know me, you KNOW that is true! (To thine own self be true, no?) Thanks so much for stopping by. I’m so humbled and flattered that you’ve visited and would love to know! You’re welcome and encouraged to leave comments, and say hello!


It was about 9 years ago.  The Saturday before Halloween and my sister Denise being the ever mature and studious woman that she was had decided to forego the pre-Halloween festivities with her friends in the name of laundry.  These are the choices we must make in our university days, not life altering or anything... or are they? When her roommate and friends returned later in the evening to the dorm room, there was a certain smirky faced Scarface amongst the bunch whom they must have snagged somewhere along the way. Mr. Scarface, otherwise known as my now brother-in-law Jesse (affectionately known as JessAY thanks to the fella who married them) was juuuust a touch on the inebriated side. And subsequently comical. Very comical, particularly in the eyes of a stone sober gal. Denise is a giggler, so it only makes sense that she would be intrigued by this young chap and drawn to his charisma, albeit slightly infused and enhanced by "the Captain", it was charisma nonetheless! Perhaps above all, it was highly entertaining. As the pizza and garlic finger aroma permeated the room he wasted not a moment, seizing the opportunity to snatch and cradle all 12 glorious garlic finger inches in his hands much to the chagrin and concern of his salivating co-orderers. As they looked on in helpless horror, he reassured them that he wasn't going to eat them all... he just wanted to "feel it in his hands". Don't get your knickers in a knot people. No big deal.Soon enough, Jesse and Denise found themselves in the midst of some entertaining conversations and debates, which eventually lead to the age old question: "Does true love exist?" Jessie, skeptical and erring on the side of caution wasn't overly convinced. Denise, on the other hand had a different take, like many a hopelessly romantic, single woman would. She spoke about a mother's pure love for her child. Intrigued. But not convinced. Of all the times to come out on top, this was the one -- Denise wasn't about to lose this debate -- it was time to pull out the big guns. She proceeded to yank out her Bible: Oh no she didn't. Oh yes. She did."Do you believe in God?" she asked him. "Yes" replied Scarface. "Well the Bible says God is love, so if you believe in the existence of God, you must believe in the existence of love." Hmmmmm. Hard to argue with that, although there was no general consensus reached that evening. A post pizza power-nap ensued shortly thereafter, and Scarface may or may not have been awakened by the dry humpage of a rogue Oompa Loompa. But that is neither here nor there. The important thing is, rumour has it the very next day via MSN messenger (it was the olden days) Jesse conceded that she might be right. Andthe rest, as they say, is history.


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