picture post!

when Amber came to town we had ourselves a bit of an adventure.

after lounging around Auntie Tree's for a while

Then I showed her around Tower district and all the fun building art around those parts

next we walked to Gramma's house. since it's currently vacant we took some liberties





we came so close to getting in, but no cigar.
we played in the backyard for a while. it's not the same back yard by any means. a swimming pool replaced the coy pond and a cemented basketball court replaced the magical splendor that once was. they did have a nice swing set.





an accidental video



I didn't get many shots of around the house at Auntie Trees but we spent to majority of the day there. Then we ended the night meeting up with the rest of the family at Denny's.

lesson number twohundred and forty three

i said I'd update so here i am. sitting at the computer with a pile of clean folded laundry balancing on my head. I'm not doing this to be silly, though i know that it is, I'm doing it because I'm feeling too lazy to get up and put these folded clothes away and my head was the closest place for me to set them when my dad handed them to me.

my neck is starting to hurt a little bit (its a tall stack) so i think i'm going to place them elsewhere right about now.

and now that it's gone, my head feels all googly and light haha.

isn't it strange when you realize the weight of something you've been carrying around. It's like holding a grudge. you don't always realize what you're carrying around with you when you let yourself stay angry at someone but it can get pretty heavy.

I remember having a sort of epiphany my sophomore year in high school about it. I had let myself become obsessively angry at someone who I had to see at school every single day. one night in a dream I was hanging around with this person and there was no contention and I wasn't angry with them at all or thinking about how they'd wronged. we were just peacefully in each others company. Then I was waking up, and as I came out of the dream into reality, I felt the anger seep right back in. it let me feel how heavy it really was on my heart and whole being to carry around all that anger. It made me want to just let it go.

I think it was an answer to a prayer I'd had on constant around that time. "help me to love the people I don't know how to love and to forgive the people I don't know how to forgive". Even though I'd been praying to be able to forgive him, I really hadn't wanted to until that dream. I hadn't seen how holding the grudge effected me. And it really ONLY effected me.

there's a life lesson for you

I'm a new soul

I'm lagging on my posting

this is what my Halloween costume looked, like in case you're still interested.



thank you, Auntie Tree, for taking the picture of me

I'll post something more interesting tomorrow, I'm rather tired presently.

I'm eating stale popped corn

I'M EATING STALE POPCORN!

haha

hello dello

I want to post up pictures of my Halloween costume but I'm gonna wait till Michele sends me the ones from her camera. for some reason I didn't take any of myself that night.

I was looking through my photobucket tonight and my mom stopped me at one from two years ago saying how much i looked like Mona at that age.

i decided to post it. what do you think auntie mo? bringing back memories of your teens?





to embellish on these pictures for you..

I had dyed my hair dark dark dark brown on a dare. Of course, my hair that won't hold color faded quickly and only the red-ish tints stayed. this was a few months after i dyed it, and it's nearly all blond again in this picture.

I was having hot chocolate with my step sister Sarah and good friend Chris when he decided to take pictures of me with his camera phone. that's the reason for the low quality and candidness of the pictures. In the top one I was mid sentence, and the bottom, i believe, i was blowing stray hairs from my face.

oh nostalgia.

i wish i had the ability to grow long hair. I'm always so antsy to cut it off once it gets anywhere below my shoulders, then as soon as its gone i look at pictures of my long hair and long for it back

and as much as I've come to terms with my hair not holding color and that blond does look good on me i wish i could have this color hair all the time

my favorite line in any of joes songs is this one

"I'm a narcissistic communist in the sense that i like myself and don't believe in private property, obviously, since I'm letting you see everything thing inside of me. my inner intellect my desperate inner dimentional dying dialect. i'm giving you the road map to the place where my heart soul fingers and vocal chords intersect"
-Joe Del Rio; a.k.a. El Joe of the River


mhm