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.
This is Frosting. She’s a blonde weirdo like me.
I’ve never seen a dog sit like this.
Or lay like this.
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.
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.
Little arms around my neck. I wear jewelry of the most precious kind.
Baby girl’s haven’t sprouted yet. We’re proud of our “angel kisses” in this family.
There’s a couple of cute blondies.