I feel very blessed that I get to do what I love, and work with my friends from time to time. I took this picture when we were hiking trying to find the perfect background to shoot.
I put my heart and soul into this project.
Let’s get personal…
I wanted to write an entry so that my readers and followers can get to know me a little bit better.. I don’t like the word ‘follower’ because I believe everyone should be a leader in their own right, but it’s the only word that seems to fit. I grew up in Minnesota, in a town of about 60,000 people. I was the epitome of a TOMBOY; I wore boxers to school, played on the guys’ hockey team and wouldn’t come home until dark because I was out dirt biking and playing street hockey with the guys. I absolutely HATED going to school. I never liked taking direction or having to follow a curriculum. I think the term the teachers would use is ‘rebellious’ but I like the term ‘independent’. I had a hard time growing up because I had a lot going on at home, and at school I couldn’t focus on what was in front of me. I never wanted to conform; I always wanted to do my own thing. I’ve never been the type of person to jump on a bandwagon, and do what everyone else was doing because of lack of creativity.. I always had my own ideas. My junior year of high school was probably the best year of schooling I ever had. I was friends with so many different groups of people, and I always knew where the best party spots were. It’s funny looking back because we were so young, yet we sought out adventure on a day to day basis, and that adventure usually involved leaving school before class was even out yet.
Hockey was the glue that held my relationship with my father together. I remember the first time I told him I wanted to take it seriously and play, I was about 12 years old. I’ll never forget how lit up his face got the first time I stepped out on the ice. It gives me the chills writing about it, it’s a memory that makes me smile every time. He was so proud of me because hockey was the sport he wanted to play when he was growing up, but his family couldn’t afford to buy him the gear (he was the oldest of 7 siblings). I vaguely remember telling him that I wanted to model as well as be a hockey player. It makes me laugh because he was so pissed. He didn’t want me to be a girly girl, he thought I was too intelligent to just pose in front of a camera.
When I was a senior in high school I had 2 different modeling contracts with agencies in the cities. I kept it private because I remember telling my friends I was going to be a big model and they laughed like, ya, ok. I believed in myself more than anyone could imagine, and I was going to do what I said I was going to do. I was driving to the cities twice a week to take acting and runway classes, and I had my first photo shoot. As soon as I got the photos back I submitted them to every agency imaginable.
While I was waiting to see what would happen with my modeling career, I decided to enroll in college. I was interested in a paralegal program and so I took Comm Studies, and Family law. Surprisingly, I loved every minute of it. I sat like a sponge in law classes, just soaking it up. But my paralegal career quickly got sidetracked when a bikini company in Beverly Hills called me, wanting me to come out for a one week photo shoot. I was on top of the world! I flew out, and met another model at the airport. We looked for the limo driver holding the sign with our names, delirious with excitement..
To Be Continued….. ;]