I would post a photo of my little Superman enjoying the candy-coated festivities tonight, but I’m too tired and time-crunched to even get the pics
I’m getting older. My recent birthday was proof of that. So are the multiplying, although not earth-shattering as of yet, wrinkles that appear when I
Still, she cooperated grandly. Unlike the cats who, after about ten shots, got tired of the flash lighting up the room and skedaddled.
On Thursday I had what I thought were going to be a couple of hot projects I had to rush home for. You know, the
I jest. Actually, I’m just amazed at the power of Flickr sometimes. I’m not a super-duper photographer. I’m a person who snaps photos. Some of
*Big Ass Meatballs, as they were dubbed by me and my friend Amy this afternoon. I was describing them to her and it just seemed
I’ll be the first to admit that I’m a little bit odd. I’m actually quite comfortable with that fact. It took me many years to
I’ve decided that ponytails really aren’t the most flattering hairstyle for me. But whatever. This is me at 39. I’m a bit tired. I’ve had
Do you know what I love? When I’m thinking to myself that I’m having a not-so-great hair day and someone says to me, in all
Toasted oatmeal with raisins and apples…and a Halloween napkin This was soooo easy to make. And soooo good. I used to hate oatmeal. When I