Too many animals pictures ▲

Friday, May 31



Fun fact: Shape Magazine tweeted about one of my blog posts the same day my URL expired...so their link was bad.  Awesome.  Oh well.  Bad timing, but I was still so flattered!

You know you've been on virtual house arrest when you spend the day taking glamour shots of your pets.  Up until Monday (and only because of a quick trip to Home Depot), I hadn't left the house since my surgery on Thursday.

These photos are a result of my temporary and involuntary hermit lifestyle.  Usually I just take an insane amount of animal pics with my iPhone but this weekend I decided to bust out the big guns.

I'm hoping to venture outside sometime soon and remind myself what other people look like.  Until then...

How to Survive Your Wisdom Teeth Removal ▲

Wednesday, May 29





I am only a little bit embarrassed by that photo.

Happy Tuesday.  I got my wisdom teeth out at 10 AM on Thursday.  I've never had surgery before and I am not signing up to do it anytime soon.  I like to think I have a pretty high pain threshold but once the numbness wore off on Day 1, I was in tears.  I swore they'd switched my pain killers with children's Tylenol.  Once 4 or 5 PM rolled around I was doing better.  The rest of the evening was spent watching the Discovery Channel and laying in bed with ice strapped to my jaw using a jerry-rigged Ace Bandange and a pillow case.

Day 2 and 3 I was really swollen.  My mom wanted to go do things on Saturday and I didn't want to even look at myself in a mirror, let alone face the outside world.  I was pretty solidly convinced my face would never be normal again.

5 Days later and I am still sore and unable to eat anything other than baby food consistency.  But now that this painful experience is behind me, I want to offer some advice for those of you who are facing it in the future.

DON'T believe your nurse when she tells you how speedy your recovery will be.  Just because she's chipper doesn't mean she's right.  And just because she claims to have eaten pizza the night after her surgery doesn't mean she's telling the truth.

DO cover all of the mirrors in your house before you leave for surgery.

DON'T uncover them for a month.  At least.

DO try to brush your teeth.  It'll be awkward.  And if you're lucky like I was, you won't even really be able to open your mouth wide enough for your tooth brush.  But at least try.  Your breath is going to be so gross.

DON'T spit when you brush your teeth.  Apparently dry socket is a bitch.  Also, don't use straws to drink.  Drooling liquid through your numb lips is less awkward than the pain of dislodging a clot.  So I hear.

DO change your clothes periodically.  And put on new clothes after a shower.  I really tested the laziness threshold during my recovery period and discovered that wearing the same tank top for three days is really never acceptable.

DON'T go to CVS until you're swelling is gone.  They will accuse you of smuggling cosmetics in your cheeks.  I don't have proof of this but I would not doubt it.

DO listen to your mom when she says you almost look normal again.  She's lying, but at least someone is giving you a compliment.

DON'T think too hard about all of the things you can't eat.  Pizza, pasta, mozzarella sticks, Taco Bell, popcorn, Doritos, and all of that other deliciousness will still exist when you're healed.

DO attempt to fashion a makeshift headgear out of an Ace bandage and pillow case in an attempt to ice your jaw.  Apparently ice helps keep the swelling down.  If this is true, I do not want to know what I would have looked like with out it.

I hope your experience is more fun than mine.  If anything, I am now relatively positive I will never be able to handle plastic surgery, so I will stop saving up for it.

Instagram ▲

Tuesday, May 28




Happy Tuesday.  Here's an IG Dump to kickstart your week.

Memorial Day ▲

Monday, May 27



Many of us forget the reason we have a day off from work and extra time in the sun this weekend is not without its high price.  If you're going to drink today, at least make a toast to those who died for our country.  This is what I posted last year and I still feel the sentiment deep in my bones:

"Our nation has paid a high price to preserve freedom, and our service members and military families have paid the highest price of all. No tribute to these sacrifices is more enduring than a grateful nation determined to live out the promise of liberty. So let us all do our part this Memorial Day - whether it's standing in silence, whispering a prayer, or simply saying 'thank you' - to honor those who did their duty. Thank God for our heroes. May a piece of each of them live on in all of us."


Happy Memorial Day. And thank you to all who serve or have served, especially my Daddy. 

Visiting Austria ▲

Tuesday, May 21



We left Lake Bled and headed for Reutte, Austria.  We made a pit stop at Krimmler Waterfall.


That's not the waterfall.  That's just a little stream that sidetracked me on our hike.  This is the waterfall:


That's not me jumping across it.  I wish it were.


If you're ever on the road in Austria, I definitely recommend making this little pit stop.  It's quite a hike all the way to the top of the falls, but the view is spectacular.

Visiting Ljubljana, Slovenia ▲

Monday, May 20



Ljubljana.  Pronounced Lee-oo-blee-ahna.  Think of the Js as Is. Liubliana.

Anyway.  It's the capital and largest city in Slovenia.  We spent a day there during our stay at Lake Bled.


We spent the morning walking up to the castle and then enjoying the view from on top of the tower.  After a few days of rain it was nice to be able to soak up the sunshine.


We grabbed lunch at a sidewalk cafe downtown.  The sun played hide and seek for the rest of the afternoon but it came out while we were down by the river.  I could have stayed there forever.

Eventually we headed back to base camp at Lake Bled. We took a quick stroll by the lakeside and scoped out some photo opps.


We rented a little row boat and took a spin on the lake for an hour or so, and then we walked to town for ice cream while we watched the sun set over the mountains.


In the morning we headed back for Austria.

When you give a kid a camera ▲

Wednesday, May 8




I got my first camera sometime around 2000 or 2001. It might have been for my birthday while we were living in London.  I was instantly obsessed with photography and can't even estimate how many rolls of film I went through.

I'm up at my mom's and was going through some things in my room (I call it my room but I never actually lived in this house) when I came across a drawer full of old pictures.  Most of them were just blurry snapshots from school or sleepovers with my friends.  I am the type of person who is easily lost in nostalgia, so it was nice to look through them.  I am also the type of person whose awkward phase lasted several years longer than is generally acceptable, so they were also somewhat cringe-inducing.

Anyway.

I found a few gems from some of my travels in Europe with the family.  I giggled at many of them - poorly composed, half of a stranger's body in the foreground, tops of buildings cut off, the usual mistakes people make.  Of course, I was 11 years old and didn't know what I was doing so I shouldn't be too hard on myself.  I also found a few kind of cool pictures.  I will call them happy accidents.


That is my mom sitting on the bench and my dad holding the sheep.

I've always felt more confident expressing my emotions through words.  I don't think that is any secret with people who know me best.  I'd rather think than talk, and I'd rather write than think or be alone with my thoughts.  I get out of bed a lot to quickly jot down lines that run through my head - to get them on paper before they float away.

I love photography because it's another way to feel connected to something without having to formulate a verbal emotion.  Sure, I'm taking pictures of buildings or flowers or inanimate objects that don't have any feelings to relate to, but it's still a type of expression and I find the process therapeutic.

I'm really glad I found these pictures.

Visiting Lake Bled ▲

Tuesday, May 7




Even though it rained all day we still adventured around the town of Bled.  We went up to the castle (I say "went" but I mean ascended a very steep staircase and slippery rock driveway), walked around the lake, and managed to find time to eat.

I did not even remotely enjoy Slovenian food.  I ordered french fries twice in an effort to be a really insulting American stereotype, and one night Mike and I went to a pizzeria and that was probably the best meal I ate during the whole trip.  Pizza.

Visiting Salzburg ▲

Monday, May 6




The day we left Salzburg the sun finally came out.  Before heading to Slovenia we walked down by the river for a little while.  I wanted to make sure I had some pics of Salzburg with the sun.


We got into Bled, Slovenia in the early afternoon.


We saw a little bit of sun at Lake Bled, but then it clouded up and started raining.  It rained and rained.  Being a tourist is never as fun in lousy weather.

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