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.

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.

It is done, then.

7 hours of work and she’s done. So in love. :)

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.

Nail day!!

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?

Toe rings and flipflops…shorts and sundresses.

I love spring and summer in Southern Cali.

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.

I couldn’t get a clear shot of my mom’s kitty.

The skies above Nuevo on a wonderful Saturday.