Should have never even have thought it.

It wasn't long ago that I wondered if the economy was going to effect me and my family. Off we went in our own little world not having to cut back, not having to search day in and out for a job.
Not that we go out and spend a lot, but we just didn't have to worry.

Well, one out of two of our incomes has survived, and guess what? It's not the one with a benefits package that brings in a steady paycheck.

As I mentioned before, the Phoenix trip didn't go so well. It didn't put me negative, but I was literally only positive by the smallest margin possible.

So, rent is due pretty quick as well as just about every other bill. I'm wondering where all this money is going to magically appear from considering our monthly bills we have coming in doesn't include food, gas, personal items - none of it. Thankfully, I have two shoots tomorrow that will bring us just barely a few dollars short of what rent is.

What happens when the economy gets bad? Where do people go? To a booze bottle or a strip club. So, if things keep going this bad, yours truly is going to shake her naked backside at the local strip club. I go where the money goes.

Although things have been rather difficult lately, I'm grateful. I don't have some deadly disease, and neither does anyone in my family. Things would be much harder if there were children involved. So, I'm grateful for that as well. As they say, things could always be worse.

Hello all! I'm finally out of the heat!

Phoenix started out rather horribly. Apparently, the weekend was one of the hottest in October since 2003: 108 degrees in the shade. A few girls got heat stroke by the time everything was said and done and there were a few injuries at the shoot location. Nothing terribly serious, we all made it home in one piece :)

Monday a few got to shoot at these really beautiful botanical gardens. It was like an oasis. Trees and flowers everywhere! It was a nice change of pace from everything around us being different shades of brown.

I saw Ashley off to catch her flight to Sacramento. She has a few more days of shooting there before she gets to head home on Monday.

I BARELY made my flight last night. I was the crazy girl in heels dragging a carry on, her purse, laptop, pillow and blanket. My ride was an hour late picking me up from the airport. That was interesting to say the least.

Now, I'm home until the 4th when Ashley and I head out to Tampa. Have almost two weeks to work my butt off here at home booking shoots so I can try and grab plane tickets really quick for Florida before the prices go through the roof. We might be making a pit stop through Las Vegas on the way back!

For now, I'm going to try and enjoy the time I have here at home, regardless of the short stay, and get ready for the next adventure! We continue to keep updating here at Figurebaby so stay tuned and be sure to grab a membership so you can keep up with our photo sets as well as our blogs!

I am in a hotel room in Phoenix right now. I've been at the group event all day long in the hot Arizona heat out in the middle of nowhere and I have NO bookings today. Actually, pretty much everything fell through until Wednesday when I have two shoots before I have to get on a plane and head home.

Been posting travel notices and on message boards for almost two months. Talked to a ton of photographers in advance and a lot of them wanted to meet the girls in person before booking. Sure, no worries!

Well, now I'm worried. As of right now, I literally have 70 dollars to my name and no confirmed work until Wednesday. Beyond completely stressed out and terrified.

Well, here's hoping that things look up.

I started feeling really funny a little while ago. Not anxious, but some of the symptoms that showed up I tried telling myself were just some new form of anxiety. Most everyone around is getting sick, which is why this girl has isolated herself to her home unless it's to go to a shoot. So, there wasn't any way I could have contracted a cold from any of those that I know are sick.

Yesterday morning around 9am I started dry heaving, shaking like an epileptic, making too many trips to the restroom, sweating, having stomach pain, a migraine and what felt like heartburn. After a couple hours of continuous hell and laying on the back porch for air, I did what every sane adult woman does when she feels like she's dying and called my Mother.

After conformation from the womb I climbed out of, off to the ER I went. A pelvic exam, IV placement in my hand gone terribly wrong, bag of IV fluids, anti-nausea medicine and getting talked into some pain medicine later, I headed home.

I definitely learned something in the hospital though. They seem to be a bunch of drug pushers. After giving me fluids for awhile and letting the anti-nausea medicine kick in, they asked me if I wanted some pain medicine. I've had some terrible experiences in the hospital with being given pain meds so I quickly refused and they proceeded to try and talk me into getting them. "You really don't look like you're not in a ton of pain" the nurse said. After explaining my past experience and that I'm not a fan of being wasted - I don't even drink - we agreed an hour later that I would only allow a half a milligram of their bottom shelf liquor. Halfway through the injection of the medicine into my IV, my head weighed 372 pounds and I let her know that was more than enough. Before I left, she asked me a few times if I wanted the rest of it. No thank you!

Now, I have a shoot in Eugene to go to tomorrow and Friday I leave on a plane to head to Phoenix. In the last 24 hours, I've slept 19 hours. 19! Still feeling a little woozy, pretty weak and kind of off balance. I think I will continue to sleep as much as I can the rest of the day and get my things together for my shoot tomorrow this evening. As much as I would like to stay at home for a week and be a big whine bag, there is no time for anything but fulfilling adult responsibilities.

That means working.

Off I go to suck it up, stick it out and do what I chose to do.

Gotta love the fast-paced life of modeling :)

My Mother called me this morning to laugh about my Grandfather and his bright red embarrassed last night. My Grandparents are in town and had gone to my parents for dinner. My Grandfather pulled my Mom aside and showed her his email account.

Apparently, when you hover over my name in chat my naked top half shows up. I absolutely do not remember uploading a naked photo of myself as my default picture thank you.

He wanted her to figure out a "nice" way of telling me, but not when he was there. She picked up the phone and started to call me and he freaked out and left the room completely mortified.
She couldn't do anything but bust up laughing. We tried coming up with funny excuses as to why there was a naked photo of me.

For example:

"You should have seen the video XXX took that went along with that!"

or

"It was an art project. I photo shopped a chick's fake tits onto mine to see what I would look like with implants."

I thought I would just write him and say, "Hey Grandpa, fixed the glitch in my email. My tits are no longer staring at you."

Bet you're wondering what he actually saw. Well, click here for the incriminating evidence. If you'd like to see the whole set, go get yourself a Figurebaby Membership! It's rather ironic though that the first time a family member comes across naked photos of me, it's the first set ever published with Figurebaby. Oh, the way things work.

You know the dreaded commercials. The ones that list all the symptoms. Do you feel tired, hungry, angry, happy, or ugly some days? The symptoms they list are always things that could apply to the majority of the population. You start thinking, "Wait, that's me!" We all know it's a marketing ploy. Well, hopefully we do. Everyone needs to make money.

So, in my downtime today getting prepped for traveling, I find myself watching some show about women who didn't know they were pregnant. Really? You didn't know you were pregnant? Okay, I'll bite. I'll watch for a few minutes and see what this is all about.

I think I must be over thinking things too much because some of these women could easily be me. It's like a half hour commercial for the latest pill.

Dear Krisha, you have too many other important things to think about. Stop watching. Everyone needs to make money.