Photos.

This page will be filled with pictures of me and stuff I see. Maybe that will give anyone interested in getting to know me a better sense of who I am. Also, I’ve decided to be obsessed with myself since no one else is at the moment. Call me vain if you’d like. This body made 3 humans, I’m allowed to be proud.

Not too shabby for a 32 year old mother of 3.

Me at nearly 200 pounds. Look at how much more of me there is to love.

Inked up

This is Frosting. She’s a blonde weirdo like me.

I’ve never seen a dog sit like this.

Or lay like this.

Silly dog.

Rock. Field. Sunshine. Perfect.

I come from a family that loves to create. My cousin made me this noodle roller. It is BEAUTIFUL. Wispwoods.com

How I typically appear in the mirror.

6th grade. Sweet bangs.

Growin’ out the ‘fro.

BOOM. Blonde ‘fro.

Some prefer the sand between their toes but I like the snow.

Folding laundry blows but, with pizza, it is tolerable.

All natural

New notebooks make me giddy.

I’m essentially the same, only better.

And this is me, after my 66 year old father and I moved all of our necessary belongings and furniture to the new place in 2 days. I swear I have the strength of 10 men sometimes. Not to brag. But, damn, we get sh*t done. Too tired to put on makeup, I did get to bathe on Mother’s day, though. Other than that there have been no breaks. Packed a truck, emptied said truck same day. Emptied more new furniture the next day that my angel of a father purchased. Unpacking for days. One room left. I can do some stuff, folks. Capable.