Thursday, June 30, 2011

Thank Goodness It's Thursday

Day 47? Day 40 something of my now MORE THAN A YEAR LONG project 365. Dedication fail. Maybe if my mom hadn't let me quit EVERY THING that I ever did when I was younger. LOL JK I'd still suck at seeing things through to the end.

In other news, I'm linking up with Jesslyn Amber today and taking some time to appreciate the simple things in life.

Things like, 

- Eating so much macaroni you think you might explode. BUT IT TASTES SO GOOD.
- That short period of time after I shower in the morning when I sit on the couch in just my towel. 
- How excited Bella gets when I come home from work. She literally squeals with delight. The Feef doesn't even do that.
- Having a closet. I never realized how much I enjoyed having a closet until I didn't have one anymore.
- Good hair days. Seriously. They're awesome. 

Those are my simple things today. Link up! 


Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Tuesday Date Night

My friend Taylor started a blog. Go follow her. You'll probably like her better than me, anyway.

Mike took me on a date last night because I decided I wanted to go on a date. We ate dinner at Trevinia. It was seriously the best pasta I've had in a long time. Then we drove to Augusta to go see The Hangover II. It did not disappoint.
It was raining. Perfect evening to spend indoors. I felt like I hadn't seen the Feef in a decade since I spent the weekend in VA with my mom and then all day at work on Monday and Tuesday. We've already burned through all of our yard sale money, and last night didn't help, BUT I DON'T CARE BECAUSE I NEEDED TO BE WINED AND DINED.

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Story of My Life

**Some names and details have been changed to protect the identities of the innocent and to preserve what shred of dignity I might have left. Ok, MOST names and details have been changed. I'm not going to say this is completely fabricated, but...**

The beginning (of this story, at least).

Gossip between teenage girls generally falls into one of three categories: who is cuter, who is bitchier, and she said WHAT? Which isn't so much relevant to this chapter as it is to life in general. When I first moved to Italy, I wasn't worried about making new friends. I mean, who wouldn't want to hang out with an awkward, wiry-haired creature with the hips of a 30 year-old mother and the self-confidence of a naked mole-rat? Plus, one of my best friends happened to move to Italy at the same time, so naturally I planned to mooch off of her inherent social propensity like a parasite. It worked. I was popular by association. Thanks, Margo. That's the real reason you're my maid of honor.

Brad asked me to homecoming. Sometimes I think it was accidental. But that night, while slow dancing to Usher, we made the transition from acquaintances to new couple. It was glorious. There's something about skipping friendship entirely and moving straight into hand-holding that makes a girl giddy and prone to drooling. My memory is hazy, but I imagine it went something like this,

" you want to go out with me?"

"Sure."*giggle giggle giggle*


"So we're dating now?"

"I guess so."

"Cool." *Do you think he can see my smile through this vertiginous fog?*

"Yea. See you tomorrow."

"Okay!!!!!!!!!!!!!" *drool*

Awkward silence, followed by an even more awkward one-armed hug/pat on the back.

And then it was 8:00 and the dance was over so I ran away without kissing him goodnight. Because even though I told everyone else otherwise, I'd never kissed a boy before, and high-school dances don't automatically grant you rights to your very own fairy Godmother and enchanted pumpkin carriage.

Margo and I played volleyball together. My mother bribed me to play. I think it was at a point in time where she realized that if she didn't pay me to try out for a sport, I'd start developing bed sores, my muscles would atrophy, and she'd be stuck with me living at home forever, bed-ridden and bitter. Of course, I don't know what her true intentions were. But I played. And so did Brad. I'd cut my eyes over at the boy's court during practice. I'd lengthen my strides and suck in my tummy whenever we jogged past them, and I'd try really hard to look like I wasn't winded after one lap, silently cursing my full-figured genes and wishing someone SOMEWHERE had taught me how to run, because contrary to popular belief, it is not a naturally acquired skill.

After a week or so of meeting him at his locker in between classes and begging for attention that he seemed unwilling to dole out, I sought advice from a few close friends.

Popular reactions ranged from, "Ugh, what a jerk," to "You should just dump him. You can so do WAY better." I volleyed back and forth between whether or not to end our whirlwind romance, but before I could come to any sort of conclusion, he made my decision for me.

"You just don't talk enough," he said during one of our complex and abstract debates on the difference between drinking beer through a straw or shotgunning it. That's what high school kids talk about, right?

"I can't help that I'm just more of a thinker," I argued. Why am I arguing? This is what I wanted, isn't it?

"Plus it's high school. It's not real."

"But, I love you..." I love you? No, I don't. I might luv him, but I don't love him. There's no simple way to verbally distinguish between the two. This is why I like writing better.

"No, you don't." He was stoic, like usual.

"Fine," I said, probably crossing my arms and stomping away - channeling my only-child roots.

Had I been on Facebook at the time I would have immediately changed my relationship status to single. Because this was not the case, I was instead forced to wallow in self-pity, dampening my pillow with tears and seeking solace in a text-message relationship with the short Puerto Rican boy in my science class.

I guess all it takes to get one man back is to feign interest in another. We got back together. Because apparently a week-long break is enough time to harness a completely new outlook on life.

Monday, June 27, 2011

Our House [vol.VII]

Obligatory boring Monday post. 

I love Hobby Lobby. Anytime I'm in there, it takes all of my will power to not empty my bank account into the cashier's hands. That's why I don't have any will power left to eat healthy.

The other day I was in there looking for some props for Peyton's photo shoot. I didn't find any, but I DID find myself in the midst of an 80% off SALE. I could no longer resist.
I bought this key hanging shelfy thing. Mike hung it right by the front door for me. =) 

This little gem was originally more than $60 and I spent $12! I was so happy. And we made some changes to the photo wall.

My diploma came in the mail finally!


Saturday, June 25, 2011

I love this man

Even though I have to force him to smile.
This is a pre-scheduled post. I'm busy in VA with my mom, future sister-in-law, sorority sista, and future mother-in-law. We're wedding dress shopping, movie watching, girly stuff doing, and hopefully beach laying until Sunday. Wednesday I got to do another photo shoot, this time with an awesome family. Jessica works with the Feef at the sheriff's office. She's pretty hilarious, and her family is beautiful.
 Jessica's sister, niece, and Jessica
Jessica's son is in the middle.

Thursday, June 23, 2011

Speaking of babies...

Tuesday evening I got the opportunity to photograph Peyton, Mike's God daughter. She's adorbs. It should be illegal how cute she is. The pictures were to celebrate her 6 month milestone - Renee, her mama, picked out some cute ensembles and I snapped away. I took over 1000 photographs of little Dragon. Here are some of my favorites:

Part of me thinks I'm ready to procreate - and then I think about the whole...not drinking wine for a year or more, and having to wear pants with elastic waist-bands, and not being able to sleep my full 8 hours a night...

And if you haven't already, follow me on twitter. Because I tweet like once a week and I've never been boring a day in my LIFE.

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

The time I found a weapon in my car

This picture has nothing to do with the post. HEY GUYS.
Let me preface this post by announcing the fact that I suck. I still haven't sent Kai her Ruche gift certificate that she won TWO WEEKS AGO. Worst. Giveaway Host. Ever. SORRY KAI. I promise I will! 
I got in a car crash last week. I mean, I wasn't in the car at the time of the accident. Nobody was hurt. And the other car didn't even have a scratch on it. But - I did get a rental car out of the deal.
Serious damage.

Wanda the Honda is in the shop getting her pretty little face fixed, so I'm driving around in a red Ford Focus that smells like it used to be the property of a chain smoker with a penchant for coconut air freshener. I hate that smell. I've named him K-Fed. Because he's fat and smelly and stupid. DOUSING the car in air freshener doesn't hide the fact that you smoke 6 packs a day. Cigarettes smell bad. If you don't want to smell like an ash tray, QUIT SMOKING. It's literally THAT easy. Everybody knows you can't just go to the store and buy air freshener that naturally smells like sunblock laced with nicotine. WHO ARE YOU TRYING TO FOOL?
Stupid rental. Sure it looks shiny on the outside but on the inside it's a guerilla attack on my nostrils.

I digress. If you can't tell, I hate this rental car. I hate being so low to the ground. Wanda the Honda isn't exactly a lifted F-250, but she does sit up nice and high and I don't feel like I might become road kill every time I drive by an 18 wheeler. I'm seriously afraid for my life in this little sedan. I will NEVER own a sedan.

I digress again. Today I was loading up my photography equipment in the back seat. And by equipment I mean my ONE camera bag because I don't have any real equipment beyond my DSLR and four lenses. That doesn't mean loading it up is any less of a hassle. Really anything that I have to do beyond sitting on the couch in my PJs is a hassle.

So I'm putting my bag in the backseat and something caught my eye. WTF IS THAT, I asked myself. I walked over to the other side of the car and opened the other back door, and upon further examination, I realized it was a KNIFE.
Like, aren't they supposed to clean out the rental cars before they give them to you? How do you just MISS a knife during the cleaning session? I DON'T GET IT. At first I was reluctant to pick it up. What if it's a murder weapon that's been ditched by a really stupid criminal? Then my fingerprints will be on it and I'll be a suspect. I picked it up anyway and opened it. Of course there's some sort of dried brown substance on it which I assume is BLOOD, naturally. GREAT. This guy is going to realize that I found his murder weapon and he's going to track me down and KILL ME IN MY SLEEP, all because I got this STUPID rental car. I HATE YOU, K-FED.

And now for a picture of some kittenzzzz.

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Sometimes I think about

picking up and leaving. With Mike and the fur babies, of course. We're about to be young newlyweds (at least in 9 months we will be) without children. What's keeping us here? I mean, besides Mike's steady job, my new "big-girl" job, and our families? I read blogs every day written by beautiful young women who live with their husbands/boyfriends in totally awesome places. I mean, I grew up in Europe. (Lawlz, how pretentious am I?) I just hate that the majority of the time I lived there was before I picked up photography as a serious hobby.

Prague - 2008
It'd make me so happy to be able to spend a year or two with Mike, galavanting around foreign cities and exploring the huge world that we live in. Clearly we don't have the money to live such a life of wanderlust, but that doesn't mean I don't dream about it.
Me and Kelsey at the '06 Olympics in Torino.
 Downtown Naples
View from a hike my dad and I went on. Port of Pozzuoli.
We've talked about moving to Wyoming in a few years when/if we can afford it. But then I think about how disappointed our families would be to be so far away from us. At the same time, I feel like it's more important for Mike and I to do and see things that we probably won't have the chance to do or see once we've "settled" down.

Maybe it's just me being irresponsible. Oh well. A girl can dream.

Monday, June 20, 2011

The Aftermath

It's Monday already? Ugh. 
So our yard sale was Saturday. We made bank. I got rid of enough clothes for at least three teenage girls to never have to duplicate an outfit for the next year. Mike got rid of a few shirts, mainly because his wardrobe wasn't extensive enough to thin out to begin with. 
 Preparing for the yard sale! We sold a TON of kitchen stuff and nick-nacks. I'm opting to leave the 'K's off of knick-knacks, mainly because I'm not entirely sure if they're necessary.
 Olivia (my soon-to-be niece) came over to help me bake cookies. They were delish. (she's got the dough all over her hands in this pic)
 Our first batch was not so pretty, but the rest came out great.
 Pretty girl selling lemonade at the yard sale!

Jamison AKA I hope my kids are as precious as he is. (Mike's...nephew in law?)
 Logan - our other helper and my soon-to-be nephew.
Cutest socks EVERRRR.

Anyway - Saturday was exhausting. I have never been so tired in my life. We went to bed around 9 and slept for 12 hours. We had big dreams of putting the leftover items back out on Sunday for the after-church crowd but THAT didn't happen.

And now I have to go take my car to the shop to get fixed. One of the ladies at the office backed into my front fender. Or bumper. Are those interchangeable?

Sunday, June 19, 2011


 It's father's day. And I know everyone says this, but I seriously have the best dad in the world. Sure - he has a little bit of a temper when it comes to certain things, and yes - he's a misanthrope. BUT he's smarter than 99.9 % of the morons walking around on the planet, taught me everything (almost) that I know about english, writing, and literature, can play guitar better than 100% of the jokers who call themselves rockers these days, and he's the reason I'm obsessed with photography. SO HE WINS. THE END.
 Me tromping around in his combat boots
College graduation

I love you Daddy.

Saturday, June 18, 2011

Happy Saturday! 46/365

If all goes according to plan, Mike and I will be manning our battle stations at the yard sale all day! Don't worry, I promise I'll document the melee.

In the meantime, here are some pictures.

Be safe this weekend!!
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