Austin....

Sigh...I have no words..I am totally smitten...

taking it back...

Remember when cartoons were cute and sweet? Remember when it was fun to watch them on Saturday mornings? Kids these days have it way to easy. They dont know what it means to anticipate anything. The just expect everything right then and there.
I loved Disney Silly Symphony cartoons. They were my favvvvvvvvvvvorite. I'm gonna share one with ya. Its called "Little Hiawatha". When I see these old time favorites pop up on the kids Disney channel I run in there to watch it with them. I'm so sick of seeing nothing but the Sprouse twins and Mily Cyrus on that channel. BRING BACK THE CARTOONS MAN! ITS LIKE WATCHING MTV AND NOT SEEING ANY MUSIC VIDEOS which is a total other pet peeve of mine but thats another story.

I know what hope looks like...

I know what hope looks like. I do. I have seen what it looks like. It was shown to me yesterday through the heart of group of boys. They painted a pink ribbon on the field next to their Tiger paw. They sported a pink strip going down their helmets and a pink stripe on their jersey. On the field they held their helmets high and carried a banner to bring awareness to breast cancer. After the coin toss, each boy gave her a pink carnation.

Their honorary captain for the day was Mrs. Heppe. She is a breast cancer survivor herself and my 5 year old's kindergarten teacher. I have never in my life met a more kinder soul than that of Mrs. Heppe. I am honored to have her teaching another one of my boys. When I send him to school in the morning, I know that he is in the best and most kindest hands possible.

So this post is for Mrs. Heppe. The face I see when I think of HOPE.

SHUSH IT!

I am NOT one of those moms that will brag and brag about their kids. I mean, don't get me wrong I am very proud of all 3 of my boys but I think that there limit about how much you can brag about your children to other people. Everyone knows one of those parents right? Yeah, you know who I'm talking about and if you don't well then, your probably one of them. Me? I'm just happy when my kids put the toilet seat up before peeing. What can I say? I have low standards.

I have put together a small list for you to compare yourself too in case you have no idea if you are or not. These are actual situations that I have been in. If you are one of these people dont worry, there is help for you. We have rehab programs out there for you. You have to listen to other parents go on and on about their kids and your not allowed to say a word.

If you brag about how great of an artist your 3 year old is and how he can draw like professional artist but all the while your kid is sticking his crayons up his nose-then shush it.

If you brag about how your 4 year old is reading at a 3rd grade level and your friend looks over and sees your kid ripping pages out of his 3rd grade level book and eating them-then shush it.

If you brag about how your 2 year old has the extensive vocabulary of a 5 year old but all your kid really says 24-7 to everyone is "bitch"-then shush it.

And finally if you brag about your kid doing all these things above but is STILL on a bottle at the age of 4, not only will your kid have major issues later on life but you seriously need to shush it.


Now, having said all that here is my mommy brag for the week hahahaha. Its a legitimate brag though. I mean its not one of those "Awww look! He picked his nose but he did "not" eat it this time" kinda brags. My oldest son was inducted into the Babe Ruth Baseball Leagues "Best players of 2008" all-star book that will go into both of the National Hall of Fame libraries and archives. I have to submit a picture and I think this is the one I'm going to choose. He has his catchers mask and bat in this picture. What do you think? They want a black and white.

THANKS MOM AND DAD...

Thanks mom and dad for having nothing better to do during that winter of '78. I sure do appreciate it.

So, I am a 30 year old woman. I was having trouble but I'm actually okay with it now. See, here's the thing. When I see someone that has known me for ever (ants, uncles and stuff) and tell them how old I am, they cant believe how old they have gotten. Then, I feel rather young haha. Its mean I know its wrong but dude seriously, sometimes ya just gotta have that pick me up.

Lets be honest people. When you see someone that you haven't seen in 10 years and their ass is a little worse for wear. They're boobs are a little saggy and they really didnt do anything to their hair that day. You say to yourself, wow, I'm glad I didnt let myself go like that. Right? Yeah, don't lie.

Anyhow, today I'm taking it back on the blog. I'm playing one of my favorite songs from my youth. Enjoy it groupies! You know you still bobbin' your head to this beat!!
You can thank me later ladies. I know he still gives me "good vibrations". haha

To whom it may concern...

To whom it may concern,

I promise to never EVER complain about getting older again. I will rejoice in the fact that I have another year under my belt and another year to have watched my three boys grow to become men. I know that if I believe, positive things will come my way. Also, please pray for our dear friend who told us this weekend that he was diagnosed and has been battling Leukemia. A father of 2. A husband. A son. This man drug himself out to watch his son play football and his daughter cheer while wearing a surgical mask and coming from chemo.

I'll never complain about my children making to much noise giving me a headache. I'll never again complain that my husband asked me to make him something to eat after 9p because he suddenly had a case of the munchies.

I'll not complain again about life. I'll live it and love it and find beauty in it every day.

With Love,
Missy

I meet a dragon...

My cousin recently got married. I photographed his wedding. I was fine while I was photographing it but when I got into the car to leave I bawled like a baby. I was so thankful that someone would put up with his spoiled ass. Haha Just kidding TJ if your reading this. You know I love you. Actually I cried because he's gotten so much older and that in turn means that I am getting older. Blech.

I'm dealing with turning 30 next week. What will make me super duper happy is if I get a dragon like the one TJ and Christina had at their wedding. I want my very own dragon. I'd pet it and feed it and love it allllllllll the day.

I guess Spanky may be upset if I tried to bring it into the bed considering the dragon comes complete with 2 little Chinese men.

Have a nice day :)

I'm still trying to get myself out of a rut this week. Do I look stressed to you? Are my eyes a little too stressed out looking?

hmmmmm, I need a few cucumbers for my peepers..

On a more serious note....

WOMEN.SISTERS.DAUGHTERS.MOTHERS.

Our right to vote as women is fairly new to this country. We were given our first vote in 1909. 1909. 99 years. Approx. 36,100 days-give or take a few. I use the term "given" loosely considering what our sisters had to do in order for us to have the right to stand beside our husbands at the polls. They were beaten. Jailed. Starved.

Sometimes we get too wrapped up in our own lives to remember what was sacrificed for us to be able to live the way we do today. We're accepted alongside male doctors and lawyers and other professions as colleagues. As equals.

I was raised to always remember where you came from. Never forget the people that gave up things in order for you to succeed.

Lets not forget our sisters of the Women's Suffrage Movement. Register to vote and then go out and do it!

Pic-o-the-day

Well it cant very well be a photo blog with no photo right? I'm working on some "300" type processing for football photos. I'm not really sure if i'm digging it though

all i have to say today is this....

More from "Save a whale, harpoon a fat chick!"

Oh my God. Am I really going to do this. What do I do with the ton of lycra on my thighs and butt? I cant let him put his hands on my thighs and feel the jingle-guard granny panties. Think. think. Think. The bathroom! That's it! I'll push him off of me and say I have to pee.
He was so hungry for me. His kisses were like attatcks on my lips and his hands were starting to roam towards my waist. Panic mode set in. I took a deep breath and shoved him off as hard as I could.
"Am I going to fast? I'm so sorry." He looked so confused. I felt sorry for him. He was genuinely concerned for my readiness. He on the other hand was pitching a tent that could have housed an entire barrack of soldiers and there were no concerns on my end about his readiness.
"Everything is fine, I just have to go to the bathroom." I smiled and acted as shy as I could. I wanted to embarrass him into not asking anymore questions. I have found that anything to do with the female anatomy doing anything other than fornication was an instant lock-jawed subject with teenage boys.
"Oh, ok. Its through that door next to the closet." He pointed.
I jumped up from the bed and plowed through the door. I turned around and leaned against it to catch my breath. I stripped off the girdle as fast as I could. It was more like a coat of armor for my butt and thighs. It sucked in everything. I was still chubby when I wore it, but at least nothing jiggled when I walked.

I didnt want to throw it in the garbage can and I couldnt flush it.
I know! I thought. Under the sink! That way, it'll still be there when I come back to freshen up. "I am a freaking genius" I beamed to myself. I went to grab for the cabinet but there was some sort of lock on the knob. It connected to the side. I pulled hard and it finally popped off. I hastily tossed my girdle in and shut the cabinet door but not before I caught a whiff of the sweet sour smell of ass and sweat coming from it. When did I last wash thing thing? I honestly couldnt remember. The lock was now broken and the door wouldnt close all the way. Well, i'll just come in here before he does i said to myself.

I opened the bathroom door slowly and started over to the bed. He was laying on his back with his arms folded and his hands under his head. The only thing he had on was his white tube socks. I gasped and turned my head shyly away as I ran over to the bed. He didnt say a word as I laid down beside him. He rolled over on top of me, cupped my chin in his hand and kissed me deeply. I closed my eyes and drank in his scent. It was a mixture of maleness, earth and ass? What in the world? My eyes flew open as something wet and cold nudged my cheek. A little cry escaped my throat. We both looked over and saw his Black Lab Jeb's head resting on the edge of the bed with my girdle in his mouth. Now I know why those childproof locks were on the cabinet under his sink.

Ya dont say?

Colby: "Mom, I cant eat this pizza anymore."
Me: "Why not hun?"
Colby: "Because every time I cough the pecker-ronies get stuck in my throat and choke me."
Me: "Well ya dont say son."

The strangest thing I have ever done...

I do some weird stuff. I always have. I eat weird stuff. I have a strange flavor palette. I for one think Brussels sprouts are awesome. I love to eat snickers and nacho cheese doritos together. At the same time.

I have officially reached my highest weirdness factor tonight. I have NO shampoo. None. Not even a drop for the kids. The stiffed me and even put water in their shampoo bottle and sucked out the very last drop of glycerin. So I'm in the shower, and decided to use a bar of soap for my hair. I start rubbing it in and its just not working. My hair is way to thick and it hurt rubbing it into my scalp. I thought about using the Axe bodywash but I have an appointment in the morning with my 5 year olds school. You see, I didnt want to have the office ladies or the principals falling all over themselves to get to me. I mean seriously, I have stuff to do tomorrow.

So I look around and what do I see-puppy shampoo. Yes! I can use this! I mean its safe for puppies and its even tear free. I lather up my head and was smiling at myself for my quick thinking and then I get a whiff. I smelled wet dog. Well hello Fido. I poured the strongest smelling conditioner I could find on my head to hopefully water down the smell. I really hope I don't smell like a dog when I go into the school tomorrow. When I got out of the shower, I didnt know if I should even use the towel or just shake myself dry. I opted for the towel-this time.

Hiney Tingling Ice Cream.

The best ice cream ever is called "Birthday Cake". It is vanilla ice cream mixed with little bits of white cake with sprinkles and blue icing. It makes my hiney tingle just thinking about it.

If you can find it, your one lucky person. Go forth and find Birthday Cake Ice cream!!

Football football..who's got the football..

Just a short post with a few shots from Number 1's Middle School football game. He's 21. He got to play linebacker (woohooo) and he even got a tackle. You can see the soles of his cleats in the pic of the pile of boys. The big ol'Nike thumbs up haha YAY. *\o/* (this is my cheerleader) rah rah rah, sis boom bah!

My new favorite show.

Sigh, I just dont know where to begin. I have a strange obsession. Its vampires. I blame the Twilight book series. Its not that I want to dress up in black and drink blood. However, in my dreams I would love to be married to one hahaha.

Well, thats where this show comes in. TrueBlood http://www.hbo.com/trueblood/ Its the new show on HBO based on the Southern Vampire Mystery book series and it is AWESOME. Its a grown-up show. You cant watch this with your chil'rens.

This was a post by an online friend who summed it up better than I could:

"Hot vampire from another era madly in love with human woman? Check. Vampire is Obsessive and powerful? Check. Girl has special power? Check. Other vampires threaten girl? Check. Sex? errrrr...ok, I did say adult"-AJ

Now go forth and watch my little fang lovers.

For you Kitty...

Yum um ummmmmmmmmmmm

Random thought post of the week.....

Zits hurt really bad when they're on that cartilage between your nostrils.

Another excerpt from "Save the whales! Harpoon a fat chick!"

She turned me around to face the mirror. I threw up a little in the back of my throat.
She had fitted me in a deep purple jacket 3 sizes to large for my frame. She believed that if you were considered overweight, then you should hide it with even bigger clothing. The purple color washed out my complexion and ended up bringing out the dark circles under my eyes. My lips were an awful shade of purple and it matched my all too purple eye shadow. I looked like a corpse who was attending the wedding of Beetlejuice.
She reached towards the sink and grabbed a set huge purple porcelain circle earrings sitting in a dish. The rims were painted in metallic gold with gold polka dots painted all over them.
"The earrings are over sized but they're supposed to be" she said. "They're going to make your face appear thinner."
What if tried hanging them from my hips. Would it make my stomach appear thinner too?
"Will it draw attention away from my face?" I asked hopeful.
"And just why would we want to draw attention away from your makeup? I cant believe how well it turned out. Purple is definitely your color." she beamed.
"Oh God!" I screamed inside. "I look like a 12 year old schoolmarm hooker."

MY LIFE IS OVER!!

My life is over. Time has officially left my side. Its left me stranded in grown up land. I found something last night. Something to awful for me to even say. I cant tell you but I have to.

I found a man hair under my chin. There I said it. I FOUND A MAN HAIR ON MY CHIN!!

What does this mean? Am I suddenly going to start sprouting chest hair and back hair too? Oh please say it isnt so. Does this mean that I have to walk around spitting loogies and chugging beer while scratching my ass? If I ever do these things and then sniff my fingers please shoot me. Just put this old dog down.

The worst part is that it wasnt just one man hair. It was cluster of them. About 4 all crowded together giggling at me and pointing and smirking. I plucked them. That'll teach them to show up in the land of woman. Yeah, Yeah! Chigga-chigga-what-what!!

I say bring it on man hair. I got a new set of revlon tweezers and by golly I know how to use them.

If these start coming out of my nose or ears, please shoot me over that too.

see me now?

My new self portrait for my website. I've needed one for a VERY long time. I'm tired of everyone trying to figure who the crazy lady flagging them down and running with a ton of camera's hanging around her neck is their photographer. See with this portrait, I can hide beside a building and just peek around the corner. Hopefully they'll spot me. Or, I could just walk with one side of my face to the parking lots of doors at all times. hmmm. decisions decisions.

Oh and I would like to add that even though I may have portraitured myself, i have on NO MAKEUP!

MAN! You smell like Phys Ed!!

I promised shots of me camping. This is the best I could do. I dont like anyone to touch my camera. However, I think I saw Spanky's cousin fondling my 70-200 lens. I cant say for sure. I hope shes not traumatized for life now.

ALMOST....

So close Cheyenne!!

However it was made out of pork and chicken by-products lmao


oh and this is what made him wake up in the first place...


Guys are so stupid :P

Who shot JR?

Meet J.R.

This handsome devil is Spanky's cousin. He's a world traveler. He likes long walks in the park and holding hands under the stars. If I were to put out a personal ad for dear JR it would probably be this: "Minimalist seeks woman." He likes the simple things. Food,water and shelter. Oh and the occasional Dukes of Hazard get together.

Now, Spanky and the rest of his cousins like to use JR as the butt of most their jokes. Exhibit A.See the picture above? See the dazed and confused look on the poor guys face? What do you think is on the other side of this picture?

Well I could tell ya but then I'd have to kill ya. If you think you know the answer comment on it...I might post the other half if anyone guesses it :) This capture was well worth the price that I might get out of it when I blackmail him with it.

Love you JR!!

Why I love this baby...

Meet Caitlyn.

I dont love her because of those gi-normously squishy cheeks. I dont love her because she has no fear of my camera and still cracks up in the sweetest smile for me to take a "peek-chur" of. I dont even love her because she is just so freaking adorable that it makes my milk bags try to lactate and wish my belly started to swell. Oh wait, it did swell but that's only cause I had way to many gas inducing fried tomatoes over the weekend. My milk bags are still dry though.

No the reason that I love this little girl is because I can love all over her, spoil her rotten and carry her around for hours without putting down the little "sack-o-taters" and at the end of the day, I can give her back to her parents :)

Good to be back and a lesson in horseback breaking...

Ahhh. I'm sitting in my comfy chair. I'm sipping ice cold Diet Dr. Pepper and getting ready to watch an all new Prison Break on Tv. Sigh, I love Wentworth Miller. I loved him way back when he was on one of my most favoritest vampire movies "Underworld: Evolution". Sorry all you late Went lovers. He's mine and you cant have it. I saw him first.

Speaking of guys. I'll be posting this week about things that happened while we were on our camping trip over the long weekend. Here's a little scene right before we left. Meet self-named "Big-Daddy" Matt. He is a new rider of horses who decided that he needed to learn how to ride on a horse thats never been ridden. Works for me. I'm all about education.

Here we have a few little conversations I overheard while snapping these pics.


"Hey big daddy matt!
We have a great idea! We need someone to break in this horse thats never been ridden. We were gonna do it ourselves but we thought it would be more fun for someone who's never done it before to do it for us instead. What can we say, its boring out here in Deliverance land."



"Dont worry Big Daddy Matt. This horse is the sweetest out of the bunch. She has a personality like my favorite actress Joan Crawford.



Sue, I know I'm new at this but wasn't Joan Crawford an alcoholic sociopath?
Dont worry Big Daddy Matt!! Just make sure when you get on her you blow kisses at her, promise her scotch on the rocks and call her Mommy Dearest. Oh and I have great news! I just saved a load of money on my car insurance by switching to Geico!!



Huh?!?



Now, after all that bellyaching and worrying about something as small in life as breaking his neck, Big Daddy Matt's horse Breezy was as sweet as pie to this green rider.


See Big Daddy Matt? You crapped your pants for nothing. I'm glad I didnt have to ride home with you.

Goodbye My Lovelies!!

I'm leavin' on a jet plane...la la la..

Just kidding. I'm leaving though. Just not on anything cool like a plane. More like, a minivan full of fighting boys with smelly feet and stinky gas. I swear, riding anywhere with them for more than 2 hours is like trying to survive in a "dutch-oven", if you catch my drift.

Lets see, I cleaned the fish, fed the birds, packed the girls (my furballs) favorite toys and pillows. I have my penis gun and Spanky has his titty mug so I think we're good to go. If your all good while I'm away, I'll show you the infamous "titty mug" given to him when he was 18 from his grandfather. From what I've heard its been passed down from one horny old man to another for as long as they've been in America.

I'm so sad that a "titty mug" and "penis gun" are going to be our legacy to our kids.

Oh, this time I PROMISE pics of me. Camping. Having "fun" in the "wild". Running from horses. Stuffing myself silly with smores. I'll probably pee on my feet again but I wont take pictures of that. Maybe if I was paid a really high price *wink*.

I am a widow...

A football widow. Spanky dies every year until he's done coaching. Not only am I a widow but I also have to do all the things that should be "man" work in the house. You know, like taking out the garbage, scratching my butt while getting the mail or peeing on the seat instead of in the toilet. It sucks.

The daily routine is that he leaves for work at 5:30 and I dont actually see him till around 9:30 that night at which time he will probably scarf down his food, get a shower and pass out.

He brought me home something today though. Something that made my hiney tingle. Something that raised my eyebrow. My husband gives me the strangest gifts. If awards were given out for strangest gifts received, I win. Hands down.

I'm not gonna post the photos on this blog of what he lovingly referred to as his stand-in. A friend of his gave it to him today as a joke. Its ironically made of wood LMAO. Anyhow, if I could have loaded real bullets in it, I probably would have shot him with the thing. Then, I'd be a real widow and would HAVE to take out the garbage but I WOULDNT have to wash his undies with doodie stains in the ass of them. Thats a fair trade dontcha think?

You can view my gift here. Do not open in front of your chil'rens.

Mission-FAILED..this message will self destruct in 5 seconds

Well, my guy got on the bus. He got to the school. I met him at the front and walked him to his class. I NEEDED to do this because at the last second I realize that in my self loathing and miserable sulking, I had forgot to put his name tag and teacher's name that was on his necklace for kindergarten.

All these thoughts of my baby being lost and standing out in the middle of the hallway crying made me floor it the school. After I got my bacon egg and cheese mcgriddle and vanilla iced coffee. but i still floored it.

Okay so I get to his class and take in the rest of his supplies and give them to his teacher's assistant. Then, I took a few pictures and she was still standing next to me. its okay that I'm here right? i asked to her. Well actually she said, we'd rather you didnt but since your here please take your picture and go.

Now, for an instant, to my heartbroken ears, it sounded like she was trying to get between me and my baby. All you moms out there KNOW this is the worlds most dangerous place to be. I came within inches of ripping her face off but i remembered i would have a hard time talking my way out of that one when i got arrested. so i left.

I was fine. I pulled onto the highway and took a deep breath. It was gonna be ok. He was gonna be ok. I, was gonna be ok. Well that was until Breakaway by Kelly Clarkson being played on the radio. Of all the times in the world, why in the hell did this song have to be playing at this particular moment in my life. I lost it. I bawled my eyes out for an hour and when I got home I took a look around at the huge mess we made getting ready for our first day of school.
"OWwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!"
I heard Nate calling me from the bedroom. WTF?!?!. I knew he was in school.
"Mommmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.!!!" I heard again.

It was our parrot Grady. Welcoming me home in the most awesome way that he ever have could. So even when they're not here, they're still here :) I just wish he mimicked, mom i love you instead of them fighting lmao.

Mission Mom-possible...

I'm going to stalk my 5 year old during his first morning as a kindergartener. I NEED to do this. I'm sick. I have issues. I might stop my subscription to myself.

Random thought post of the week.....

If you take a drink of coffee flavored with french vanilla creamer and then take a sip of Diet Dr. Pepper, it makes it taste like ham.

Bestfriends...

One from yesterday...

i'm writing a book...

Yep. its called "Save a whale! Harpoon a fat chick!"

Heres an excerpt. I'll try to post more of it here and there :) I might finish it. I might not. I might publish it. I might not. Either way, its good FREE therapy :)

"No way was I going out there to show her anything that ended below my underwear. I knew she was well aware of how dirty my panties were but the rest of the store didnt. I was breaking out into a full on sweat. My feet got twisted in the legs of the jeans. I started to loose my balance. It was to late. I crashed through the swinging doors of the dressing room. I landed with a huge thud at the feet of a lady with her perfect size 6T daughter. Their eyes were wide as saucers and their mouths hung open in disbelief.
"Wow!" I exclaimed. "Watch that first step. Its a doozie."

Celebrity Collage by MyHeritage

MyHeritage: Celebrity Collage - Old photos - Free family tree template

Apparently I have a very Asian look. Um, Mom, is there something you would like to tell me? Is there a reason why I am in love with Asian cuisine? I mean, the proofs right there in front of me...Who's my daddy?

Reminder

Reminder to self....

This is just something that I have to go through to get me closer. Winners train, losers complain. I'm leaving it all on the field everyday.

Hair pulling.....

This is the kind of day I'm having. Karma always catches up with me. I don't know why I would even try to short cut around anything. In the end, I ended up paying twice as much as I would have in the first place AND I now have a baldspot from pulling my hair out.

Its not fair that some people are oblivious to the effects of the universe. I'm trying to SO hard to live by the secret. I think, it told on me. I want unexpected checks in the mail. I want travel. I read my daily affirmations. Maybe I'm underlying-ly thinking negatively about my positives? How does one become truly positive in their thinking? I'm visualizing. I even made a visualization board right in front of my desk.

I'm pulling my hair out people. HELP ME TOM CRUISE!

Okay i'll tell you what i did to catch the wrath of Karma. I may or may not have used a key to crack a program that was listed at an online place. I knew it was wrong but i wanted it so bad and didnt want to shell out the money for it. Ugh. It was so wrong. I'm a theif. I feel awful. So you know what happens to me? My website. My photography. My site that has all my stuff on it goes offline. Poof. Shes gone. I'm freaking out. Well it was up for renewal and i didnt catch that email. If I had, it would only have cost me 15 bucks. Since it lapsed since June, I had to pay $100. What kinda crap is that? Karma crap. Thats what that is. I suck. I have since deleted the program. I couldnt look at it without the awful feeling in my stomach. I'm sorry Karma. Forgive me?

Feeling "crabby' today?

This is what we had for dinner. Mmmmmmmm.Mmm.Mmmm. The great thing about living on the east coast is the Blue Crabs.

Okay, well I might not have eaten it like this because I'm a sissy and will only eat what Spanky takes out of the shell for me. He does this awesome boil where he puts the crabs, crawdads, potatoes, corn on the cob, carrots and onions in a pot and cooks it all together. It is SO good. The only bad thing is that I always get an antenae of some kind caught between my teeth. Or, I'll go to down a huge spoon full of the pipin hot veggies and I'll chomp into a crawdad leg. GA-ROSS.

I mean seriously, do you think that crawdads clean between their toes? Um, no I dont think so. I'm risking the crawdad version of athletes foot every time I eat this stuff. I vote for all crawdads and crabs having pedicures before they make it to our plates. Who's with me??

Whether you Democrat or Republican...

The message is still the same. HOPE.

Drama

I love drama when its in photos. I did this shoot with my oldest son in about 5 minutes. I had some ideas that I NEEDED to get out of my head. I'm working on launching some black and white fine art sports portraits. Something different from the kids sitting there on a knee with a helmet or ball in their hand. I combined baseball and football because these are the sports he plays. He's got his football chest piece on and holding his bat and wearing catchers mask in a few. They need a little work but I'm digging them:)

The weight has been lifted

I felt bad about just leaving my newspaper blog hanging out there with no explanation of why i was no longer posting there. I posted a nice goodbye today. I didnt go into detail about jealous people complaining about my watermarking my images so that they would not be thefted (is that a word, well it is now lmao).

I did love hanging out all my dirty laundry though. It makes me happy for people to smell my dirty socks.

It seems so final but seriously, I needed to cut negativity out of my life to be able to move on positively. This was a good thing. I know it was. It felt right. I had a dream about it. I let my painted ponies run.