Wordy Wednesday: 17! …also HOLY CRAP

I was seriously sitting here at my desk, thinking to myself, “I have literally ran out of internet, which means it’s either time for blogging or Pinterest“, and then my head exploded like *OMFG IT’S WEDNESDAY I DON’T EVEN NEED TO THINK HARD TO BLOG*.

I have exactly six whole days to start Christmas shopping. That's a LOT. More than last year, anyway. I'm more panicky that there's only 16 days left in the year to make something of it, than I am Christmas.

I have really mixed feelings about Santa letters. You know the ones that you write in to some place, and they write your kiddo a letter supplying all the details you provided so it's so shockingly accurate that your kid believes Santa really wrote it? Or the video messages? My CSI-watching-inner-freak just imagines the serial killer on the other end of those websites collecting all of that information on small children and then starting to eliminate them. SICK right?! But I can't get past it enough to try it. But if you DO want to try something cool, one of my best friends sent me this link this week, and I hear it's amazing if you're not a freakmom: The Santa Video

I use capital letters more often than not. They’re my new favorite thing ever. EVER.

Some days, the bitterness wins. The bitterness that comes along with toxic friendships, exhusbands, pain in the yoohoo parents and parents of friends. But it’s quite the triumph I think, that any bitterness in my life is absolutely temporary. Or at least, only as permanent as I allow it. It’s sort of like…I can stay in my pajamas all day Sunday if I want. Not every day, but Sunday yes. You can’t win every single day, and still win at life! *clap, clap*

I love that a middle eastern gentleman moved to the middle of nowhere Wyoming to start up a rundown gas station, and no matter how many times we tell him that I’ve moved away, and definitely not my best friend’s sister, he disagrees and tells us otherwise. “no no no, you’re wrong, your sisters, you tease me.” We really are soul sisters.

My soul sister, this picture was taken...4 years ago?

People that don’t put their kiddos first, immediately fall into last place in my book. You’re raising a child, not an inconvenience.

One of my bests blogged today, about mini cheeseburgers and love-that-is-for-real. Get thee to there: Happiness is Tiny Cheeseburgers.

My boss is awesomesauce today. He not only let me do some personal work, he proofread it for me, and then metaphorically patted me on the back.

I’m starting to get a sick satisfaction over the “unsubscribe” button on Facebook. I can still be your friend WITHOUT SEEING YOUR YAWN OR DRAMA POSTS.

Today is busy, this week is insane, so the bus stops here. Y’all have a great week! ❤


Wordy Wednesday: #16! Just because everybody is thankful today, does NOT mean I don’t get to use sarcasm.

I get off at noonish today, and will be off until Monday. So I’m putting a bit of a rush on my Wordy Wednesday blog, and will most likely be away until then. I hope you all eat your hearts out, remember that calories are only temporary tomorrow, sleep during the football games, hug your families, and remember that we can be as thankful in a few days as we are tomorrow.

Let’s get this party started!

Does anybody know anybody in PETA? Because I’m starting wonder if they’re a government conspiracy group, like that Will Smith heads up like he did in that one movie. The name is escaping me.

Have you ever noticed that some cars (especially Nissan’s, dirty minded engineers, those.) have mirrors shaped like sticky-bras? Because I have.

Thriday. While I admire my friends creativity every single week on Thursday, I really, really get angsyty when they combine words like that. It’s Thursday, it will be all day. Especially tomorrow when we get to consume insane amounts of food and justify wearing stretchy pants, wheeeeeeeeee!

Someday I’m going to have such a pretty house, I won’t need a photo studio. “hi client, just come over and explore my house while I picture you”. And it’ll be cool, not nearly as creepy as it sounded.

I hate when people aren’t honest. It’s probably my biggest gripe. Especially if I confront you first, or admit my wrongdoings. It’s shady, and irritating, and it makes me want to punch your vagueness in the teeth. Hi, this is me being vague back, take that.

I get to clean a house today that’s not mine! *dance, dance*. It’s like Christmas morning for my OCD.

I hate turkey. Haaaaaaaaaaate it. I can tolerate the deep fried turkey if it’s smothered in gravy and promises to hide under the stuffing. Mostly on Thanksgiving, I quickly turn vegetarian and eat all the side dishes and pie.

My friend got a white-ink tattoo this week, and after seeing it in person IT’S ALL I CAN THINK ABOUT. I want this so bad:

Only "grace", or "rugged grace" maybe.

I discovered Boyce Avenue this week. Holy swoooooooooooon.

I wish it were impossible to cut people out of your life. Though I’m guilty of it all of twice, I think you should have to keep them in your life forever, even just as a foreshadow. Like a scar. Especially for those that do it all the time, with ease, as if it doesn’t affect anybody.

There are days I debate no longer blogging. Or Twittering. Or Facebooking. Not because nobody is listening, but because I worry everybody is listening. But I write to feel. And whether I do it to be heard, or to feel better, I like the vulnerability that comes with is.

I love being a mom. I love bragging about my kids, I love having little people that will cuddle with me more willingly than anything else in the house. I love feeling needed, and needing them. I love their eyelashes when they’re sleeping.

I want to get better at soups. I’ve conquered gravy, I can cook like a madoman over a hot stove, but soups intimidate me entirely. You get bonus points this week, for leaving a comment with tips or recipes.


Wordy Wednesday: #15! Emo & Pearl Jam Day

Today is a Pearl Jam day, which for some reason, always seems to go hand in hand with a deep-thought, emo, or angst day.

I’m starting to realize that life experience and hard lessons are what take us to a deeper level of understanding. It’s coming up from the bottom that shows you how to feel life. You might be really, really good at living life, making few mistakes, lots of friends, and one of the best crawling this Earth, but have you felt life? Maybe I’m wrong. I guess if you’re going through something really hard right now, it’s because you’re supposed to be learning one of those soul-aging lessons, someday, hopefully, it’ll pay off and you’ll be grateful for it?

Sometimes, people just want to be mad. and sad. and depressed. They don’t want to be cheered up. In fact, what I’m learning, is that if you can manage to meet them there in that place, and feel that way with them? It’s the best kind of therapy. Example: I call my friend Alicia whenever I have a good rant I just want to cry or scream about, and it’s rare that she doesn’t cry and scream back.
It’s all a girl wants, you know? It’s no wonder men find our species so confusing.

No offense, but if something appears generic on one of my Random posts, it’s because I don’t want to talk about it in depth.

Last night (the possibly maybe future mother in law) Cindy came over and folded our laundry while we ate dinner. And today, she took my oldest to lunch. Sometimes, I don’t recognize people’s efforts enough, so this is me, giving her a giant shout-out and thank-you, for all she does for us.

I’m actually looking forward to getting fat this year. As in, I’m not going to watch what I eat at Thanksgiving, and might even double the gravy on my stuffing. What’s your favorite Thanksgiving dish??

Last Friday night, my birthday month got kicked off. Normally, I celebrate once or twice depending on family/friends, but this year, apparently, it’s happening a bunch of times. I’d like to think it’s not because I need celebrated, but because I have so many people to celebrate with! My friend Prairie and her friend Amy took me out to this Johnny Cash themed bar, bought me martinis, fed me good food, and talked to me in a kitchen until a time of the night where I just felt GOOD about life.

My mom gave me homemade laundry detergent (I know, you want to be that crafty too. So do I.), awesomepossom lotion, shopping money, and got the family together at Chili’s (chips & salsa at Chili’s, is my favorite OMSOMSOMS…and about the best thing on their menu, right) for my birthday lunch!

I’ll keep you posted on birthday month. I don’t know what all is planned yet, but I know there are things BEING planned, and there are also cake pops in my future, so….

I had four photo shoots this last weekend! All went SO well, the pictures are turning out gorgeous, and I’m thrilled beyond words that my business is taking off (with or without me!)! To keep up with my work, “like” my Facebook page, Rugged Grace Photography, or stay tuned for my website (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)! I spent almost the entire day with one of my bestBEST girls, Ashley, and felt absolutely recharged because of it.

I don’t understand why Junkyards think so highly of themselves. I mean I just want to take pictures of and in and around junk, and you’re telling me you want to charge me $125/hour?! IT’S JUNK PEOPLE

I want a foot tattoo, officially It’s going to say “don’t stop“, and it was inspired by this video (and Brit!!!!!!!!)!

My ex has the air around me tasting bitter. And if it weren’t for my insanely strong support system (see: family, friends, new family (hiiiiiiiiii gramma!), new friends), I’d have lost my mind by now for sure. I hate that my girls are old enough to start feeling impacted when he creates a void. Encouraging them, without lying to them, is my biggest challenge as of late.

This blog was honest. And I hope not so strong that I hurt feelings, but I’ve found that the more I hold back, the less I write and feel like myself, and that’s not really an option anymore.

ok then,

Wordy Wednesday: #14. It’s Tuesday, I know. But I have lots of words that need out NOW.

It’s not a great photography without a great moment. The moment happened, and my shutter was just in the right place at the right time. Please keep creating inspiration, people.

I got absolutely horrified and outraged at this story today: Safeway has pregnant mother arrested, and her child taken away by the state, over a sandwich that she forgot to pay for. And rather than dealing with it quickly and appropriately, Safeway is deleting all of the feedback off their Facebook wall, and waiting for the legal battle to sort it all out. Please feel free to let them know how you feel. And also to shop at King Soopers, which is way better anyway. RAWR.

I am PLEASED to announce DirectTV and FX made a deal, therefore NOT losing me as a customer, and indefinitely forcing me to get a DVR to continue my Sons of Anarchy addiction. Woot!

My Note From The Universe today:

It’s true, Naomi, sometimes when you’ve had a difficult day, or met difficult people, been let down, disappointed, or heartbroken, it’s easy to completely forget the most important thing of all… you’re alive.

Without even trying.


I did a GORGEOUS photo shoot in Estes Park this weekend, more gorgeous from the scenery and explosive love on the camera, than by my talent. Check this out!

We got literally over 8 pounds of candy yesterday. I think we’re going to give it to a Buy Back Program, they’re shipping the candy overseas to troops that missed out on all of our fun! It’s amazing how much we take for granted over here, isn’t it?

Don’t forget to set your clocks BACK an hour on Saturday night!

It’s November, my favorite month! My birthday is all “I’m almost here and you liiiiiiiiiiiike it!”! My sister’s birthday is this month too. And we live in Colorado where the leaves are still around and gorgeous. It’s going to be a good month.

I loathe pissing contests. I mean that figuratively. I’ve never seen a real one in real life.

My friend is running the Arts Alliance of Cheyenne Facebook page! If you live in or around Cheyenne, Wyoming, you should check out that page, “like” it, and get the latest on all the artistic things going on. Better YET, this month, she’s running a photo contest, and the winner gets a free subscription to the Wyoming Lifestyle Magazine! Get thee to there!

Did you know “There are over 285,000,000 people living in the United States. Of that population, less than 1% claim farming as an occupation (and about 2% actually live on farms). There are only about 960,000 persons claiming farming as their principal occupation and a similar number of farmers claiming some other principal occupation. The number of farms in the U.S. stands at about two million.” GOSH that’s not a lot of farmers feeding a lot of people. Statistics and more interesting reads here: Ag Demographics in the US!

Yours Truly,

Wordy Wednesday: #13! It’s about entertainment, I suppose.

You should probably bounce through my blog today:

Who decided 13 was going to be a number that would stand out? Either as lucky as unlucky? It holds no significance with me, nor any number, for that matter. Somebody explain.

Is there a way to permanently unsubscribe from all weather updates on Facebook? I intentionally avoid watching the newsfeed on days like today, and also Sundays. Because sports updates and weather updates aren’t necessarily irrelevant, but unoriginal. If we cared, we’d have something other than Facebook on, ya know?

I am literally thrilledexcited like OMG over all of the photography opportunities lately! My November is like BLAMfull, and I already have one scheduled in December. Whether I was ready to make this leap or not, I have no choice!

I just did a random “open the nearest book next to you, turn to page 359, read the most interesting thing on that page and share it” thing. And it was interesting enough that I thought I’d share it.

“Women’ll put anything in a toilet to try and make it go away. We once had a woman whose dog died, and she tried to flush it down the toilet.

“Small Dog?” Franklin asked.

“Well, yeah.” The manager’s eyes seemed to cross. “I mean, nobody’d try to flush a German Shepherd.””


I wish I had more time to read.

It is the year of the hats. I want to wear a cute hat with every out fit, every day, all day long this winter. Starting today. Because brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. And also because it’s all matchy matchy.

I’ve had a few friends leave Facebook recently because they hate the drama, the meanness, the rumors, the gossip, etc. that happens there. It makes me sad that our world is so cruel that we can’t even keep a social network positive. It also really makes me miss “seeing” them every day. Mean people piss me off.

What about food blogs do you read? Do you read for the facts? The recipes? The pretty words people find a way to use with the recipes? Do you read them at all?

The History channel has me hooked on “Top Shot”, and also has me severely missing shooting guns. My dad would love this show: fact.

DirectTV is getting rid of FX as of November 1st, cutting me off cold turkey from my Sons of Anarchy addiction. I’m trying to figure out the best reaction: claw my skin off and pull my hair out like I would in drug rehab, leave nastygram messages on DirectTV’s voicemail, or switch to another provider. Thoughts?

Confidence is the new black. By which I mean, regardless of your makeup, your attire, or your current going-ons, if you’re displaying confidence, you’re gorgeous.

Yours Truly,

Wordy Wednesday: #12! I know, I KNOW!

Goodness, I need a nap.
I know it’s Thursday, but yesterday, I was all “I’m skipping work all afternoon to go see a bunch of friends and dye my hair, BYE!“, and so I did.
And I took a friend with me with long, straight, untouched hair and talked her into a perm and hair feather. We went to THE best hair girl I’ve ever had, at Chella Bella’s in Cheyenne, WY. It went like this:


We'll call this my purple PANIC face



This one is called "my coworker definitely caught me taking pictures of myself in the parking lot, hiiiiiiiiiii Christie!"

My favorite thing about red hair so far, is that it’s different in every single light. I want your honest opinion though, how’s it look?! I’m naturally….something other than red. I can’t even tell you anymore.

Sometimes I feel like I take my job for granted. I love that I have a job, and that fact alone far outweighs any of my complaints about it by far. Most days. 😉

I decided the other day that I need to write a blog about how “You know you’re getting old when…”. Example #234: You turn the radio down, or even off in the car, rather than up.

Project Office. I need to find a way to rearrange something somewhere in one of my rooms for an office/homework room. And I need a cute desk and a big handsome desk, and fresh paint. That’s as far as I’ve gotten so far.

Biting my tongue is an old habit reborn Lately, I’m finding it hard to pick the right battles, because I want to fight for everything. Blame that tall, passionate guy I stand next to.

Facebook and Pinterest have proven that I’m not the ONLY one that thinks murders hide behind my shower curtain waiting for me to squat. Thank everything that my sanity is being saved by time sucking websites. See all my LOL-worthy Pintersting things here: It Will Make You LOL.

My prayer journal is started! I bought the journal, and a cute little Bible to go with it, and I’m working on finding time to meditate every night. It’s funny how the second I started doing it, I had a lot more to be thankful for, than things I was wishing on.

Two things that have really stuck out to me lately:

Mark Twain’s Quote:

But who prays for Satan? Who in eighteen centuries, has had the common humanity to pray for the one sinner that needed it most, our one fellow and brother who most needed a friend yet had not a single one, the one sinner among us all who had the highest and clearest right to every Christian’s daily and nightly prayers, for the plain and unassailable reason that his was the first and greatest need, he being among sinners the supremest?
Mark Twain’s Autobiography

John Cusack’s Quote:

Let’s go with Jesus. Not the gay-hating, war-making political tool of the right, but the outcast, subversive, supreme adept who preferred the freaks and lepers and despised and doomed to the rich and powerful.

Ok I lied, and this picture, that my friend Ayzlynn found! (cool name, right?! Cool girl to match it! She has a blog here: Every Day Fairytale!):

Regardless of your religion, how you feel about prayer and/or meditation, who you choose to worship or not worship, we could all use a bit of a different perspective on how we ask for things, and our expectation OF those things. You’re asking for more vehicles, when you have one that runs. You’re asking for better health, when all you have is a cold. You’re asking for more money, when you have a roof over your head. You’re asking for true love, when you’re surrounded by it.

I’m stepping off my soap box with this: You get what you get and you don’t throw a fit!…and maybe, just maaaaaaaaybe, we should through in some gratuity for it too.


Wordy Wednesday: #11!! Short and mostly sweet! Like a Twix!

-I never regret trying to wean myself off off caffiene until right about…..now. The migraine always waits to hit until about 2pm when it’s too damn late to do anything about it anyway.

My favorite quote found this week: “Everyone says love hurts, but that is not true. Loneliness hurts. Rejection hurts. Losing someone hurts. Envy hurts. Everyone gets these things confused with love. But in reality love is the only thing in this world that covers up all the pain and makes someone feel wonderful again.”

-“The amount of mercury is so high in the swine flu shot, to be safe, the individual getting the vaccine would need to weigh 539 pounds.” Why would I give that to my children on purpose? Reference the entire article here: http://victoria-nicks.suite101.com/unsafe-mercury-levels-in-the-swine-flu-vaccine-a164989#ixzz1abDUTaxm Thank you Sarah!

-I feel a little weird being one of the only “random” bloggers that doesn’t dedicate the entire blog to things that I’m thankful for, maybe I’ll add another day that I can sunshine all over the place. This one is really just here for my head to explode onto “paper”.

-One of my favorite things ever is the way my girls say, “Pumpkin”. It’s like “Pooooooooooookin”. It really is the little things.

The Biggest Loser is the first <strongtv show that has ever made me cry. Repeatedly. I blame the insanely sad music they play at every epic scene.

-I miiiiiiiiiight be getting a new tattoo soon! shhhhhhhhhhh! I need your help though! Should I get this, only with “grace” instead of love? And If I were to get it in a place that gave me the option of being able to read it and making you tilt your head, or visa versa, which way?!

grace tattoo

grace tattoo

-I hate vague-bookers. If you don’t want to talk about it, don’t talk about it even a little bit. Saying things like “I just want to crawl in a corner without a book and diiiiiiiie slowwwwwwwwwly about today!” and then when asked about it, respond with, “thanks for asking, I don’t really feel like talking about it.

-CAN IT BE NOVEMBER NOW PLEASE. I’m already over October and November is always full of happies and autumn, and yay things. Or, I’m partial because it’s also birthday month.

-I’m virtually hugging my friend Amberlee today, like squeeeeeeeeze If you love me too, you’ll comment and also squeeze her for me. Her strength through rough & tough days is phenomenal. Also? She’s one of the happiest people you’ll ever meet, held together BY VIRTUAL SQUEEZES SO SQUEEZE HER.

-Shorty today guys, my head is imploding. How was your week?! Did you guys catch Sons of Anarchy last night? It was gooooooooooooood.

Yours Truly,

Wordy Wednesday: #10! It’s like fireworks, only with words.

*The thing about DIY (do it yourself) projects is that when you’re done, it’s not supposed to look like you DIY (did it yourself). That right there is my first problem.

*I’m discovering more and more that I’ve got an artist brain. The more I write, the more I photograph, the more I want purple hair, tattoos, and ear plugs, the more I think outside of the box, and the more I demand an open mind on major issues…the more I realize I’m not so much a not-artist. I wish I’d discovered this in junior high, it explains so much. Especially things like, “why I struggled with science“.

*I have a sick kid, I’m chasing off a cold, and I’m pouting and whiny because it’s barely October and we’re already fighting crap off.

*I heard a thing on the news this morning that one of the states is going to start offering a “2 year marriage contract with option of renewal”. It pisses me off mostly, and makes me saaaaaaad sad. I’m constantly reminded that the world I’m raising my kids in, is a shaky scary one.

*I’m getting a pedicure this week; screeeeeeeeee! I’m thinking orange, obviously.

*Are corn mazes as much of a big deal in every other state as they are in Colorado? Like, what do people in states that don’t have corn do for entertainment in October??

*I’m starting a prayer journal this week. I want to learn to actually meditate, but for now, I’m sitting in the quiet every night, and writing down every single thing I have to say to God. I want to look back in a year and see the changes that happened because of it. I don’t give Him enough credit for the prayers both answered and unanswered.

*When he turns and looks at me and says, “I wish everybody could have a love like ours.”, and “of COURSE you’d look awesome with gray/purple hair“, I’m like *melts into a ridiculous pile of mush*.

*You know all those goals you’ve got piling up that you’re afraid to start working on? How much dust do you think they’ll gather by this time next year?

*Do you guys listen to Pandora? Please add the channel, “The Civil Wars”, best zen choice I’ve ever EVER made. I mean listen to this gem I found on there:

*When I grow up, I want to be my kids.

*Let the refining and improving of your own life keep you so busy that you have little time to criticize others.
–H. Jackson Brown, Jr.

*I’ve always wanted one of those gigantic red mixers. And then I wonder why, because me + baking = oven on fire, AND I KNOW that I’ll hate that it’s so huge that it insists on sitting on top of my counter, which is clutter free. Sigh.

*My laundry room is my new focal point for renovation. And I’m going to do it all with things I HAVE in my house, like bleach, paint, DIY projects – gasp!, and curtains. Before & After pictures to come!

Yours Truly,

Wordy Wednesday: #9!

-OMG YOU GUYS IN CASE YOU HAVEN’T HEARD THE NEWS I MADE A FACEBOOK PAGE FOR MY PHOTOGRAPHY. It’s sort of a big deal for me, but probably isn’t nearly as monumental for anybody else. But in case you WANT to like me, I even put a fancy button on my blog. See? —-> (scroll down, it’s on the bottom of my right hand column!)

-Tattoos are spinning so fast in my head that the reality of a new one is probably abouuuuuuuuut a couple of weeks away. Deciding which one to do first will be my biggest hurdle. Also, new hair. ALL THE THINGS. I’m going to arrive at work on the following Monday and shock the typewriter… <–new code word …so fast that it’ll probably start making loud noises and may even fall over.

-I don’t know the seventh thing about starting my own business (I know a few, oh bless you accounting job and awesome coworkers) and here I am leaping into the middle of it. *dies* Any pointers?

-I have a date tonight! DANCE,DANCE I don’t know where he’s taking me, what we’re doing, or any fancy details, but I DO know I’m wearing heels, and there is a babysitter involved. Win.

-The leaves are starting to golden up in Colorado. My favorite thing about the leaves turning is RIGHT now when they’re meshing with the summer green, showing signs of a smooth transition to a new season and new chapter. We can learn things from trees.

-The more I run from my past, the more I’m faced with opportunities to embrace it. Friendly reminders that I can learn from it, use it to better the lives of the people around me, and oh heyyyyyy use it to keep my perspective in line where it belongs. I just wish my transitions through chapters were as smooth as green –>yellow. I’m like…summer green –> BROWN AND CRUNCHY —>blooooooooooming. No smooth transitions.

-I don’t want to be a bajillionaire. I just want to be able to have a pedicure whenever I want. And a vacation (one). Not four houses, three rentals, seven cars, nineteen kids, and a golf club membership. Never rich, just comfortable. I had this conversation with a coworker who was ditto’d me, except she wants two vacations. Where is your comfortableness, money-wise?

-I’m really trying hard to eat an apple a day, just to test that theory.

-I’m debating blogging about the things I learn about farming on here, in it’s own category. Is there any interest, or would I just be talking to cyberspace?

-Tomorrow is my first official parent-teacher conference, and I’m nervous for some reason? Like? It kind of makes me want to talk in question marks all the time? And raise my voice into an annoying pitch? And wonder if I’m ready for this?
SO proud of my little girl, PS. She’s getting up at the same time every day, getting dressed, eating healthy breakfasts, finishing the lunch I packed her, and is so nice to her classmates. It’s going to go well, I know it. I’m just not ready TO BE A MOM OF A KID IN SCHOOL OK.

-Hi, my name is Naomi, and it’s been three weeks since my last ChickFilA sandwich. #addict

-Is anybody else slightly disappointed with Sons of Anarchy this season? I feel like it’s ending this season and they just haven’t told us and it’s giving me the epic sads.

Yours Truly,

Wordy Wednesday: #8! (words and pictures, words and pictures)

I through all my latest thoughts into the blender, and got this concoction. It tastes ok.

-I think the world gets scarier with each generation, am I right? I mean, in the 1920’s, it was the issue of having enough food, warm enough houses, and healthy livestock and crops. In the 1980’s, the fear was drugs, groupies, terrible music, etc. Throughout all of the last 100 years, it’s been the fear and issue of wars and poverty. I think with this generation, that hasn’t changed…but we have to worry not about food quantity, but quality. Not about the absence of technology but the ease of it. Not about the readiness of weapons, but of the abuse of them. I have something to worry about every single day while raising my children in this violent, selfish world…and the biggest fear, is how this world will change for the worse by the time they’re having children.

-I’ve said it before, I say it again – imitation is not the highest form of flattery.

-If you haven’t read “The Help”? Do it.

-My sister and I succeeded in making our first Pinterest project! Check it OWT!

Pinterst Project #1!

-Facebook changes. Sigh. You guys, they’re never going to stop making changes. I’m not a huge fan of the new ones, mostly because I feel like they’re making it easier for everybody else to get your information…but we only get stalked what we put out there (guilty, as charged). Nobody is forcing you to use their platform, and as frustrating as it is…maybe it’s just a sign that we need to spend less time on there? That’s where they’ll notice our complaints, not in our status’s (also, guilty. I was wishing on going to Bali, WHILE complaining, heh).

-My sister is joining the land of smart phones! *proud face*

-I want to learn Yoga, SO bad!

-Everything, seriously, all the things are happening on October 1st. Four birthday parties and a baby shower. SHEESH PEEPLE.

-My favorite picture that I’ve edited this week:

-I’m pretty sure I’m surrounded by the most brilliant, photogenic, hilarious group of girls that have ever existed. How I went from being a girl hater, to a lover of multiple girls is beyond by, but BLESS, I love them.

-I’m contemplating getting all my girl cousins together and taking my grandma on a little girls weekend out in like…Nebraska, just to see what stories are told. ❤ (pssssst, are you guys interested??)

-What’s your favorite US destination? I’ve never been to…well…most of America. Boston is my favorite so far, but New Orleans, DC, and someplace in Oregon are definitely on my to-do.

-I really want to do this concept, but with words floating away. Thoughts?

-Some days, it really bothers me that we can tell what causes cancer, what measures we can take to prevent cancer, but we still haven’t found a cure. *sad face* I’ll still march against it, pray for those suffering from it, and have confidence that between our brilliance and technology, that it’ll happen soon. It’s just frustrating, you know?

-Best movie you’ve seen lately: Go! I need movie time!

-Holy SMOKES, my kindergartner has been in school for an entire month and is already recognizing three letter words, and can put most words together by sounding them out.

-I’m debating a homeschooling blog, just for some different angles on schooling. Thoughts?

ponder, ponder…and lover of all things comments,