Softball is a dangerous past time, especially when your pitcher thinks it’s easier to hit you when you’re running to first base than to throw the ball all the way to the first baseman.
Boys are dumb.
Making Small Town Look Good.
On my last hike up to the mountain, I was pulling my camera out of my backpack when it slipped out of my hands and landed lens first on a rock. The clips that hold the lens onto the body shattered, making it impossible to keep the lens attached.
I may have cried a little.
I know this is a stock lens but it is the one I use every single day. It works for me. I like it. It likes me. We make beautiful pictures together. Since a new lens is WAY out of my budget this month, I went with the ghetto way out. When in doubt, grab the duct tape.
Hey- at least it was pretty duct tape.
These children, always with the wanting of dinner. EVERY night.
I like cooking when I feel like cooking. When I don’t? I feel like crying a river of salty tears every time I hear a small voice say, “Mama, what’s for dinner?”
I don’t know, child o’ mine. When are you going to learn I never know until it’s 6pm and I’m standing in front of the fridge?
Let me introduce you to my friends, my soul-sisters, and the sexiest Mamas on the planet. I love these girls.
It took me a long time to find them but it was worth the wait.
In this picture we’re hanging out in the Snack Shack on opening day of Little League. We’re working hard, in between hardly working.
I waited all day to take my picture because I was sure that the Mud Bog Racing was going to be super loud. Then, I forgot my camera at home!! So this is a really terrible picture taken with my craptacular phone.
It was very loud though.