
Ok, so Facebook is okay....but not as intimate as a blog obviously and I am beginning to worry about what I write. I've been benign so far but the bottom line is, if you randomly type thoughts, then you could be in some trouble. And I have to walk the line there too since I am not interested in stirring up Facebook drama. So...here I can still share deeper feelings or likely just type them since I probably don't have active readers anymore. Lol
Yesterday was an interesting day! I was so psyched for church but Lauren has been sick and was recovering when Kate presented...and then Rach and Sloan and Jeff....nope, not me thankfully. So, no church.
But I did have an appt. I had to attend scheduled for after church. We are doing a story on Alpacas in January issue. (see, and I couldn't post this on Facebook and scoop my own magazine, or worse, have someone else scoop it..because you know, Alpacas are all the publishing rage right now. ;)
So I leave all the sickies at home and off I go on my own to the Alpaca farm to take pictures, shoot the women spinning on the wheels, you know, stuff. We had taken the girls out just the day before to check them out but couldn't stay too long as Kate was really getting into her cold by then.
Well, lo and behold, what a story it turns out to be! All the alpacas, normally not that affectionate, though they are very docile creatures, just fall in love with me and give me the best shoot of my life. I am able to approach all the young babies, (they have multiple babies right now) and the adults are just hamming it up like crazy.
All of a sudden, someone yells "Baby!" and we run over and watch a baby being born right before our eyes. AMAZING! Everyone oohs and ahs, and it turns out she is quite the looker, alpaca style- and everyone is whooping it up because her "luster" is like none they've ever seen and she's a girl (preferred) and this and that. The owner goes on to tell me that she is the granddaughter of some kind of grand champion named King Kong that anyone in the alpaca business knows of and they have his son who bred with Jolee, the new babe's Mom.
So, as it turns out everyone is begging, what's her name, what's her name...and the owner turns and asks, "what is your name again?" to me! I tell her and she says, that's a beautiful name and we don't have a Stephanie, so I name her after you, "Stephanie"!
Well I feel honored and flattered of course but really, my little editor brain is a chug-chug-chuggin' along at this moment knowing what a GREAT story this going to make! Little continuing updates on little "Stephanie" and all that. I am always thinking mag. I tell you it's sick. OR maybe that is why the mag is so well-loved, heart and soul, and all that. Who knows.
So I know in life, this not a BIG deal but one day she will be a grandmother herself and maybe the owner will sell Steph's little grandbaby and say "She is the granddaughter of a King Kong editor and here is her story right in this little community magazine.
Maybe that person will be a gorgeous ranch owner who looks us up and falls in love with one of my daughters and they live happily ever after all because of little Stephanie the alpaca.
Maybe it's too early in the morning for me to be blogging. But I hope you had a laugh and an "awww" moment over little baby Stephanie.
So here is to gorgeous little Stephanie-I was once that skinny you know...and you just never know what little baby namesake aplacas can bring to you one day. God is a pretty funny guy afterall. ;)