Ernest, 4 years, loves Chevy Bumblebee SS.
He can point one out a mile away.
May 21, 2013 141/365
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May 20, 2013 140/365
There’s nothing that lifts me up more then scratching my pen across paper. And it’s even better when the words that spill from my fingers contribute to a current story.
Why I deny it baffles me. Why I deny myself the relief it brings me confuses me.
But I forced myself to focus. Forget all the nasty dark that surrounds me for just a couple of hours. And I felt wonderful.
I won’t deny what calls to my soul anymore. I won’t let the storms outside quiet the storm inside me.
I’m bringing my writing back. Watch out.
May 19, 2013 139/365
On Sunday I took photos of my cousin for her senior pictures at my favorite place.
I used my trustworthy Nikon d80 for those. But I stole a moment, pulled my phone out of my pocket and took some pics of my own. This was one of many.
It was a beautiful Southern Californian day.
May 18, 2013 138/365
It is done, then.
7 hours of work and she’s done. So in love. :)
May 17, 2013 137/365
How I started my day. Well, after a cup of coffee from home and dropping the kids off at preschool…THEN the very berry refresher, minus the berries.
Yummy deliciousness in a cup. My new addiction.
May 16, 2013 136/365
Nail day!!
May 15, 2013 135/365
Go ‘head, son, touch the expensive picture box you see before you and rotate it so its facing a chair you never sit in, to watch your stories.
Ugh Ernest. Stop growing, would’ja?
May 14, 2013 134/365
Toe rings and flipflops…shorts and sundresses.
I love spring and summer in Southern Cali.
May 13, 2013 133/365
I used to think men were emotionless sacks of flesh until recently.
Not a feminist by any definition, by the way. Just a woman that grew up and surrounded herself by a certain type of male that is incapable of having drive, passion and any non rational way of showing emotion.
These last couple of years I was proven wrong. Getting reacquainted with old friends and enjoying conversations with a person that I think of as my brother has proven to me that men have emotion. And can express it. Not afraid to show tears. Let their passion pour. Have a drive for what they want that they are relentless.
I will never take a man like that for granted.
I want my son to be like that. He is like that at his young 4 years. I just need to encourage and teach him to keep it.
May 12, 2013 132/365
I couldn’t get a clear shot of my mom’s kitty.
