Posts tagged ‘self-portrait’

March 28, 2012

3.28.365: Fresh Bruises

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.

 

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March 27, 2012

3.27.365: A ghetto-tastic Kludge

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.

March 25, 2012

3.25.365: Day Two: I myself am made entirely of flaws, stitched together with good intentions.

I say I’m not going to eat anything after dinner. Then 10 o’clock rolls around and I begin to hear the sweet siren song of a package of unopened Lemonades. Who could resist going into the light?

Not I. I’m weak when faced with Girl Scout Cookies. Weak, I tell you.

 

February 11, 2012

2.10.365: Self-Portrait

Is this winter? It doesn’t feel like winter, it feels like late spring. I’m not complaining. Late Spring swings into Summer which makes me giddy. I love Summer.

I’m just saying I can’t remember the last time I sat on my porch in shorts in February. Not since I moved here from Orange County, at the very least.

November 2, 2011

11.2.365: Rhubarb

This color of Burt’s Bees Lip Shimmer was recommended to me:

It’s very pink. It makes me feel like a girly-girl. The kind of girl that gets out of bed and puts on lipstick. I’m not that kind of girl but sometimes it is nice to pretend.

Added bonus: It makes my lips tingle when I put it on. Fun!

September 30, 2011

9.28.365: Shoes

I’ve never known a kid to get so excited about the prospect of going outside.

Just putting on his shoes makes him downright giddy.

September 24, 2011

9.23.365: This is Two

Two does not sit still. Two climbs all over you when you’re trying to sleep. Two jumps on the bed and then laughs when you say “No jumping on the bed!” Two thinks the world is made of magic and sunshine.

Two is probably the best age ever.


I have no idea how he got here so fast. Happy Birthday, Bubba!

September 24, 2011

9.22.365: Not done yet.

I love Children’s Hospital. Real, honest, Love. Capital L. I truly believe they saved Bright’s arm.

But, I can still say that no matter how great I think they are, I’m tired of seeing them. I’m tired of waiting rooms and doctor’s offices. I’m tired of chicken nugget dinners. I’m tired of driving two hours each way in a sketchy car with no air conditioning. I’d like to be done now, pretty please.

Instead we’re stepping up the appointments again because her scar is getting too thick. They want to watch it closely so they can intervene before it starts to restrict her movements.

I’m grateful for doctors that care. I really am. I’d still like to be done. It’s okay to feel a little bit sorry for ourselves, isn’t it?

September 24, 2011

9.20.365: Oops, I did it again.

Note to self: Stop going to the school. You are out of time and yet when ever you show up there you somehow end up volunteering for something else.

June 21, 2011

6.21.365: 7 Days- Stre—etch

It’s been getting into the hundreds ’round these parts during the day, which means if I want to run I have to get up at the ungodly hour of 6:45. I am not happy about this, but I am happy to run. Afterwards I bend my decidedly not-bendy body into all kinds of contortions because I am bordering on old-age (32!) and if I don’t stretch very, very well, I spend the rest of the day hobbling around the house trying to figure out what the heck I did to myself.

This is the only stretch I actually enjoy doing and that’s only because I pretend I am a ballerina whilst I do it. I am not- nor could I ever have been- a ballerina. Mostly because I am probably the least coordinated person on the planet. But for two minutes a day, I get to pretend I am.

This was the first shot I took, but then I decided it looked a little bit too much like a Nike Ad.

And if you want proof that I am completely unbendy- that’s as far as I can stretch. My hands will never lay flat on the ground. Never.