In case you were wondering what I looked like when I was cold as balls, this is what I look like. It’s cold as BALLS lately.
Hey, I like you. Let’s go home and watch Dexter. You’re cutes. Also, we need to clean. Gross.
Me: You make me happy. Do I make you happy?
Scarlet: No.
Me: I don’t?! Well what would make you happy?
Scarlet: Pretzels!
So, I pick through the chex mix and get all the pretzels out for her. I’m such a pushover.
It snowed here. We made snow ice cream.
ScarMonster.
Seriously, terrible twos are here. See that wall behind her? Markered. Thank God for Magic Erasers. She sneaks to the fridge to try to drink coffee creamer, sprays herself in the face with Febreeze. You name it. She is Cah-razy now. I’m ready for 3, well sort of. She is a cute little monster though.
She also does things I’m proud of though. Today she said “Where’s your reindeer?” to the Santa at Walmart. She can count to 16 and sing her ABC’s (although they’re sort of mumbly.) My little smartie.
Feel better, princess.
….tears.
I saw this about a month ago and I can’t fucking get the image out of my head.
Fuck.
Sometimes shit just isn’t fair, and that’s all.
So, my photography is basically at a standstill as of right now. I’m still taking pictures but I have no way of posting or editing them because my parent’s computer refuses to read my card or anything. It is so frustrating. I cannot wait until February.
Also, it looks like all things are go for the Chicago trip. I am beyond excited. I haven’t done anything fun and just for me in forever. Seriously.
Scarlet has always been my favorite hurricane. She stormed into my life and nothing was ever the same. One day she’ll grow out of that bathtub and find the rest of the world. She’ll leave us behind to find her new life, and I will be so proud. But, I will miss her so.
rising above sucks.
We like to go exploring.
I asked for film and a trip to Chicago for Chirstmas.
I think it’ll be a good one.
I need to start getting creative for gift ideas for Scarlet though.
Could that guy be ANY cuter?
Nose ring: check.
Cute frames: check.
Beard: check.
Sexy hair: check.
Smile: check.
Ha. FuckYeahBeards actually got a hold of this and now it’s reblogged to hell and there are like a billion people calling my husband hot. One person even called him a dilf. Gabe and I just read through them and died laughing.
So I’m desperately trying to get shit in order so that I can go to Chicago with these two lovely ladies soon. I really hope it all works out. :)
PS. Amy Jo - we have that one trac phone again so call it if you see this, I won’t be able to talk long because it’s like a ridiculous amount of money per minute but I need a few details. :) Miss you and can’t wait to see yo’ face.