I've started to relate to the Walking Dead a little too much in the past few weeks. That is too say the walkers not the actual cast. My brain has slowed down to what I can only describe as a primal state of move forward and eat whatever appears to be food. It's a joyous type… Continue reading Life Lately
2014, wow, what a trip. It was a year of transition, heartache, and joy. Squirt started kindergarten, we bought a house, knocked out debt, got pregnant, and so many more great things. However it wasn't all fun. There was a point where I lost myself. It seemed like life changing decisions were facing me at… Continue reading 2015: Moving Forward
This is my baby, my little girl, my squirt. Okay, maybe this is a more accurate picture of what she looks like, and when I say more accurate I mean this is what she looks like. However in my head she will always be two. Today she started Kindergarten. She is thrilled and if I'm… Continue reading My Baby Is Getting Too Big
Let me start this by saying that I'm a big fan of lists and this post has nothing to do with that at all. When I look back to my childhood lists were everywhere including all the things I wanted to do before I die. That list has changed through the years, but since I… Continue reading What Have I Gotten Myself Into Here?
"We are going there." Saturday was yard sale day in my neighborhood and the community center published a list of everyone participating. Number 85 on the list described themselves as "ex-hipster stuff cheap." I'm there. 1. I wanted to know what an ex-hipster looked like. 2. I wanted to know if they were protesting hipsters… Continue reading Holy Land Of The Camera Gods.
My stomach turns. Nausea has set in. Every five minutes I run to the bathroom. Why? You are the peppercorn, how could you possibly put that much pressure on my bladder? A peppercorn not a bowling ball. I'm still not sure how something so impossibly small has taken over my house. You have me twisted.… Continue reading Week 5: You Are Real
They call me the Flash. No really, that was the first nickname I was given by my Grandparents while on a trip to Canada. They bought me my first camera at the age 5 and all weekend the only thing they saw was the flash of my camera. It was love at first click. I… Continue reading My Girl Holga