My Orega-do
Actually , I think I look more like Gilly. Oh, well. “Sorry :)”
Actually , I think I look more like Gilly. Oh, well. “Sorry :)”
This is my Campus Jacket, a pattern by Amy Christoffers. I’ve been wanting something toggled and tweedy for winter, and when I saw that Webs had just enough of one…
(365 Day 159) We went on up into Utah after the Grand Canyon, meeting some friends at Zion Park. After the cold at The Grand Canyon this was a real…
Speaking of wise men, is this a universal truth, or just a coincidence in my home and the one I was brought up in that every Christmas, the last wise man…
The other night, I was looking around the house for some way to get a 365 in using any part of me but my face and crazy hair, when I…
Spent the day with two of my favorite people. Just getting another G and P fix before we leave for vacation. (365 Day 147 Photo) We try to squeeze in…
I guess you can see that I finally got a composer. I love it. The cheap, DIY-er in me wanted to make one with a toilet plunger (never underestimate the…
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Must be something in the air. I'm uber grouchy lately too. I really do think I'm just ready for summer. Down to with getting off to school(s)…up with lazy mornings before heading to the pool!!
Is it wrong that I laughed at your list of annoyances? Not at you, the humor, girl! You are a funny lady.
What is it with the neighbor kids screaming outside my window and playing shootout in my driveway? They have their own driveway! Chased them off just last night. Again. Must be universal.
Don't even get me started on FB. Grrrr…always the same handful of people posting the same boring minutiae. There's the chronic complainer, the one who "Checks in" every hour, the bragger, the farmers, etc. Much prefer Twitter. Concise and to the point.
Clever and cute photos. Love your orega-fro. That made me smile. Hope your Friday and weekend is enjoyable.
Okay! So, it's not just me. You know, I think I was worse as a kid. I was like a crotchety old grandma stalking down the halls of my highschool. Guess it's just a phase- reaction to a too busy week.