Inspired by Texture
Saturday (November 20) at the Chicago Botanic Garden.
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There’s a Light at the End of the Tunnel
My English teacher in high school never let us use cliché writing. But today I’m making an exception. Sorry Mrs. I can’t remember your name. There is a light at the end of the tunnel. For the first time in months I feel like some of my difficult days are over. I’m a little happier
There’s a Light at the End of the Tunnel
My English teacher in high school never let us use cliché writing. But today I’m making an exception. Sorry Mrs. I can’t remember your name. There is a light at the end of the tunnel. For the first time in months I feel like some of my difficult days are over. I’m a little happier
Bed by 7:30
On Saturday I went to bed at 8:30. I lied. It was 7:30. I’m turning into my parents. I had my elastic-stretch-to-infinity-and-beyond pants on (the ones that I wear only when I go to Dairy Queen) and I was reading in bed- and that was my recipe to fall asleep. More than anything I love
Bed by 7:30
On Saturday I went to bed at 8:30. I lied. It was 7:30. I’m turning into my parents. I had my elastic-stretch-to-infinity-and-beyond pants on (the ones that I wear only when I go to Dairy Queen) and I was reading in bed- and that was my recipe to fall asleep. More than anything I love
Life is Finite
We got the call on Saturday while we were at the wedding. It’s a weird thing emotionally to leave a friend’s wedding to go to Brandon’s grandfather’s house and wait for the funeral home to arrive and pick up the body. October 30, 2010 marks the day that Brandon’s grandfather, Jack, died. He left a
Life is Finite
We got the call on Saturday while we were at the wedding. It’s a weird thing emotionally to leave a friend’s wedding to go to Brandon’s grandfather’s house and wait for the funeral home to arrive and pick up the body. October 30, 2010 marks the day that Brandon’s grandfather, Jack, died. He left a
Salud (sah-LOOD)
This weekend, my perspective smiled. While exploring Chicago with one of my optimistic friends, Julie, I realized that I’ve been mopey (or is it moppy?- no that’s not right). I’ve been a person who mopes (not mops). I’ve only mopped like 3 times in my entire life (because Brandon takes complete ownership over the hygiene
Salud (sah-LOOD)
This weekend, my perspective smiled. While exploring Chicago with one of my optimistic friends, Julie, I realized that I’ve been mopey (or is it moppy?- no that’s not right). I’ve been a person who mopes (not mops). I’ve only mopped like 3 times in my entire life (because Brandon takes complete ownership over the hygiene
The Dog Whisperer
Inspiration can come from different sources. Tonight- my inspiration is strictly mindless. (Click photo to enlarge) Row 1: Portrait of Hubble, Pulled a king size duvet comforter into her cage Row 2: Fastest-Eater-Ever, Afraid of everything Row 3: Learns how to escape cage, Ate 3 mice (3! in a row!) Row 4: Shredded 2 pairs