52 Weeks Of Photos ~2016~ Week 21


“all the beauty of life is made up of light and shadow” ~ Leo Tolstoy ….. Self-Portrait…

The theme for this weeks photo is ‘Shadows (with a black & white edit)’.

I wish I had something clever to post with this image, but I don’t.  It took me longer to find a title/quote than it did to edit it. I’m still not happy with what I found for it either, but it will do. I really just wanted to title it ‘Spotted Dick.’ That’s the first thing that came to my mind, but I wanted to stay classy (for a change). After I thought of that title, I Googled it to see what it was exactly, ‘Spotted Dick’ is a pudding. I always assumed it was some sort of meat substance, like Spam. Either way, it doesn’t sound appetizing, but yes, I want to eat it, for the sole purpose of saying…. I ate ‘Spotted Dick’. Because you really should try dick as often as possible.

I’ll just apologize now for wasting your time on this post. If you don’t like it though, you know what you can go do?…. Eat a dick! I mean that in the most loving, non-sweary, try new cuisine way. 😀

“Type hard, like you mean it!”

52 Weeks Of Photos ~2016~ Week 20


‘Deconstructed’  Self-Portrait

The theme for this weeks photo is ‘Construction’.

Aside from the obvious bathroom falling apart around me, this photo probably sums up a few aspects of who I am. No, not an alcoholic. Although a drinking problem could be just what I need. I joke, of course.

While life for the most part is good, I’m always tearing myself apart, finding the flaws, feeling never quite good enough.  Good enough for myself, my own standards. Which is surprising because I have incredibly low standards. You can laugh at that.

I don’t sit there and beat myself up.  I do however get into these funks that can make me question everything I’m doing. When I begin to feel confident or happy about things I’ve done, I start to think about every reason why I shouldn’t feel that way.  It’s usually because I see someone else doing it, making it, or saying it better, at least it seems they are in my opinionPhotography, writing, crafting, parenting…. or just being.  It can be exhausting to always question myself.  Makes me wonder if other people are as confident as they seem, and if so… should they be?

I read this post on ‘Humans of New York’ and it made me feel a bit better, as if my uncertainty and insecurity is maybe just humility.  Now that being said, I’m sure a little more confidence and less comparing myself to others couldn’t hurt either. Instead of thinking I’m not as good as so and so,  I need to remember that I’m a pretty alright version of myself already. A little remodeling and some upgrades from time to time can only make me a better me.






Now I’ll hit the ‘Publish’ button and immediately start thinking about how someone else could have written this much better, using bigger words, proper punctuation, higher quality images.  Okay… never mind, it’s settled. I need a drinking problem, it’s the only way! 😉

“Type hard, like you mean it!”





52 Weeks Of Photos ~2016~ Week 19


‘Sugar and Spice’ ~  My two little ones.

The theme this week is ‘Watching’.

These are my two youngest girls watching daddy out the window. They are getting ready to wave good-bye.

None of us can leave the house without it being a big production. The girls need to stop whatever they are doing, run to us while saying, “hug, squeeze, kiss” (sometimes 3 or 4 times) before we go, then they sit in the window to wave good-bye as we drive off. Even if we are just running a quick 5 minute errand, we have to do this ritual.  There are times when it can seem frustrating, especially when we are only running down the street to grab some milk, or if we are in a rush and need to get going.  However, I try to remind myself that there will come a day when they don’t even look up to say good-bye, or acknowledge my existence. So for now, I will always take the time to indulge in this little ritual, even if it takes waaaaaaaaay longer to say good-bye then it does to actually run any errands.


“Type hard, like you mean it!”



Leave me alone! The perfect Mother’s Day Gift.


“Happily Ever After” Self-Portrait with my two youngest.

What do you want for Mother’s Day?

I want to be left alone. Yes, that does sound selfish, and it is… a little bit, but it’s the truth. What I need though…is a day, a day where I’m not needed. A day to myself, to do whatever I want. Even if that means sleeping until noon, not brushing my teeth, and eating cupcakes for dinner. I want to pee without having a conversation through the door, or better yet… without my kids watching me because they have to be in there with me. I want to grab a snack without having to sneak it or share it. I want to watch T.V., and not only watch it, but hear it. I don’t need to be taken out for dinner. That is not relaxing at all.

“Where’s my food?”

“I’m hungry”

“I want what she has.”

“I need to go potty.”

“She’s kicking me.”

“What’s that?”

“Can I have a bite?”

“I’m not hungry.”


Please…. leave me alone! I love you all, but go!

I feel guilty saying that I want to be left alone, it sounds as if I don’t love my children, which is not the case at all.

For me, Mother’s Day has always been about the kids though. “What can we do that they’d enjoy?” I know they feel good when they make something for me, get me a gift, or take me out.  Which is why I will sit back, smile, and accept everything that comes my way on Mother’s Day like I do every year. Maybe that makes me a good mom. Maybe that makes me an idiot.


Mother’s Day 2014, because ‘Rainforest Cafe’ is for me. Not!

To all the mom’s out there who make sacrifices day in and day out, you guys rock!

Happy Mother’s Day!

If you know anyone that can relate, please share this post, and give them a hug, or some wine…or Vodka. Yeah, screw the hug, wine and Vodka makes more sense.

“Type hard. Like you mean it!”



52 Weeks Of Photos ~2016~ Week 17


“My mind wanders and I get lost in thoughts of you.” Self-Portrait

The theme for this weeks photo is ‘Mirrored’.

I’ve had this idea in my head for a few days now. I love getting lost in thought. I do that often. Close my eyes and daydream, remembering moments, and fantasizing about new ones. Imagination is a wonderful thing.

I’ve gotta say, it’s difficult trying to keep a straight face when my husband is groping my boobs and trying to make me laugh. That….and having a boner resting against my back side. It happens. The things I have to suffer through for my art. No, no… don’t feel bad for me, I asked for it…over and over again. 😀


I love going through the photos after I take them and finding stuff like this. lol

“Type hard, like you mean it!”