Jeans – Gap
Sitting here awake at 5am, my mistakes come to haunt me. The whole house is still, except for a dog that moves it’s ear and opens one eye to watch me tip toe out of the bedroom and down the hall. I can’t sleep. My mind is racing with opportunities unfulfilled, roads taken in error, and tasks yet to be done. I tread my way down to the kitchen where the kettle sits idly waiting for my appearance, and meet an old friend, Mr. Earl Grey. We sit together a while, but even he can’t shake the shadows in my mind.
That’s why as a rule, I don’t like to be awake at 5am.
I’ve been doing the sock bun for a long time now, and it used to be that you were embarrassed to admit that you had footwear in your hair. It was like showing your knickers or your slip – a lady never does that. Now it’s become a source of blogging pride to show exact details of this, frankly, lazy ass hairdo. It’s actually really amusing to me. *p.s. if you want a tutorial just google it, there are literally dozens of them and I’m not adding to that pile* What’s next? Do I show you how I use a hair elastic to keep my pants up?
Digressing just a touch…can we just take a moment to appreciate how the right pants, combined with the right pose make it look like I have a smokin’ hot J.Lo booty in that first shot? Usually, I’ve got curves like Kate Moss has plus size ad campaigns, but in this shot I’ve got the booty goin’ on!
I wonder if I can get a life size cardboard cutout of this picture and wear it everywhere like those guys at the side of the road advertizing car washes. It’s like, “No, this here in the picture with the J.Lo butt is the real me.”
I was recently cuddling with my baby and had this crazy thought: She’s part of my body. Well, not actually, we’re not Siamese mother-daughter of anything, but she was grown and created out of my body material. She grew inside me – we shared a blood supply. That’s a freaky thought, that you share a blood supply with another person. I was a little freaked out. Then Andrew said, ” Yeah, you did good. High five!” and she grinned her toothy grin right on cue. I did do good.
On the same note though…
I quit! She’s in bed, Andrew away for the night at work and I quit! I quit being a mama. I’m going to go watch Stargate SG1, play Civilization on my computer, and have a stiff drink of good ol’ scotch.
This Mama’s off the clock!
p.s. Happy Birthday to my Husband! I might even let you sleep in today….maybe.
Don’t feel sorry for him. He knows who he married.
Do you watch The Walking Dead? Have you
seen the season finale? It kicked butt! I saw it late because I’ve
been busy, but here’s a thought. In the show they’ve discovered that
they are all infected and that when they die – no matter how they die –
they all come back as zombies. You don’t have to be bitten to turn into
a zombie. Also, one of the main characters is pregnant.
she miscarries in her third trimester, does her baby turn into a
zombie? Does it claw it’s way out like that thing in Alien? ‘Cause
though it would be really sad, it would also be kind of really cool.
Yeah, I know.
If you think that’s bad, imagine how I feel. I have to be around myself all the time!
We’re working on trying to reclaim the yard from the weeds and clovers that the former owners let run wild. Every year we win one more battle. This year I dug out a lot of the monster weeds that threatened to invade our yard last summer. I’m hoping that if I’m vigilant they will be slowly snuffed out. Soldiers! Shovels at the ready!
p.s. I finished editing a recent shoot and posted a few choice pics here. I’d love for you to check them out!













































