bookland

she loves to read. and she loves to make a mess.

which means she loves the bookstore because she can do both at the same time.

but that's okay because i'm honestly so happy when we are at the bookstore.

i want her to be whisked away on adventures through books.

i want her to learn to love and appreciate art through glossy pictures.

i want her to love to read and crave more knowledge.

such lofty dreams, i know.

but she can do anything. i just know it.

boys+birthdays+babies+puppies=

i can't believe austin is 18. where does time go?

but as far as perfect days go, this was as close as it gets.

birthdays and puppies and babies and spring = perfect.

what a day.

dinner

i love when the weather gets warm but not horribly hot and we eat dinner outside.

the breeze blows and we tell each other about our day (or rather i listen while they talk).

i love food and i really love healthy food that does good things for your body.

another night in paradise.

Mothra

this picture was taken from the inside of my sliding glass door.

and i don't know for certain, but i think that bug does not like having his picture taken.

he (seems like a masculine bug) is rather photogenic though.

cool picture.

guess what

this is my mid afternoon snack.

organic plain greek yogurt, strawberries, blueberries, blackberries, organic raw honey and organic raw sunflower seeds. and half a banana that meghan didn't finish.

mundane, you say?

don't care.

when i grow up, i want to take pictures of food for a living.

and if i ever grow up, maybe someday i will.

because i love food. and i love pictures.

and i find food beautiful.

that's weird, you say?

don't care.

i may post pictures every day of food that i eat.

because i can.

because i want to.

that's why.

never a dull moment

let me paint a picture:

8pm, thursday night.

me, sick as a dog - can barely talk.

sean, out of town for the last three days.

meghan, being good and listening, thank god.

storm and daisy, fighting over water.

yep. WATER.

because there's a shortage of it, you know.

i only refill their bowl 1,243,845 times a day.

so a battle was fought...

...and storm lost.

not that she knows the difference.

she was bleeding all over my house, just as happy as could be.

so i call donna who is on her way and we try to put on liquid bandage.

major FAIL. now the dog has a mohawk down her neck because i keep missing.

crap. it's still bleeding an hour later.

so off to the doggie emergency room we go.

thank god Nana stays with meghan.

but not before daisy slips out of the door because she wants to go too.

so i drive around the neighborhood in the dark with a bleeding dog in my car, looking for the other trouble maker.

find her. stupid dog.

get her home, get bleeding dog to the vet.

a bunch of stitches and $260 later...voila.

battle scars.

she looks like she's smuggling a baseball in her mouth today.

and i called in sick because i'm sicker than yesterday...hmm. wonder why.

i need a vacation.

life begins

and so it grows...