This is my feeling. Every day, until I can fall asleep. What a boring life I must lead. Queue /hate. I want to sleeeeep, but I just woke up from a nap! He's having the same problem here. Poor guy.
Saturday, December 26, 2009
What do I desire, instead?
This is my feeling. Every day, until I can fall asleep. What a boring life I must lead. Queue /hate. I want to sleeeeep, but I just woke up from a nap! He's having the same problem here. Poor guy.
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Well Acquainted With The Touch
Well, we should be somewhat familiar with this kitten by now, however, it is blurred, so I'll say it again. This is Chloe, the new kitten in the house. She's not a year old quite yet. We got her in May, so a few more months to go. She's a chubby cat, and rarely lets me capture pictures of her. Thank goodness she was asleep.
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
As Good As You Want To Be
This is a portrait of my cousin, and best friend, Jennifer. For as long as I can remember, she has always been interested in modeling and the like. She even got a few offers for "training," but she gave up the idea due to her height. Why, oh why, is the modeling world so unfair, when the average height of women is 5'4"?She's pretty, though. She should try being a face model, or if the modeling idea is out, then a make-up artist. She's terribly good at it.
Monday, November 23, 2009
Up To Nothing
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Everyone Had A Good Time
Another photograph from our back-garden. This is a flower from a form of butterfly plant. It does its job quite well, and all it is meant to do is attract butterflies (big surprise!). Their flowers are this very pretty purple, and their leaves/stems are dark green with shades of dark purple throughout. All the different kinds of plants and flowers are really amazing.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Messes Of Men

It was just a messy back-garden that we decided to clean offhandedly. We hadn't planned on it, but whenever we walked back there after coming home from the store, we knew we had to do it.
Thus, we began to pull weed after weed which seemed to be overtaking all the nice, pretty plants we had meant to be back there. My mom absolutely despised the tiny weeds growing between the cracks of the walking-stones, so we had to clear all of them up, too!
My dog, Poop
oos (yes, that's his name!), particularly enjoyed himself, spending time outside with the lot of us. In fact, he even helped pull some of those weeds! He's a very sweet dog, absolutely loves my mom's boyfriend and me.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
The Wind Is Making Music
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