girlfriends

As a little girl, most of my interactions involved my immediate family (dad, mom and at the time, evil sister. she’s since come around.) and some of our extended family members. When I was in high school, though, I had the privilege of having a few close girlfriends with whom I entrusted all of my boy crush secrets (because really? that was the only real confidential info i had to share at that point). And then the boys. Ugh. I started to really like the boys and would often choose spending time with them over my treasured friends. I know.

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guatemala: saying goodbye (a photo retrospective)

Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on who you talk to,¬†it gets to about three o’clock everyday and my hand just aches from trying to keep up with what I feel should be a doable pace right now. Apparently, even that is a stretch. But, this is temporary and I have to keep reminding myself of that. Sorry. I’m whining. But anyway, this post has taken about 20 days to complete. I almost forgot what I was talking about. #stillwhining Continue reading

guatemala: a required photo retrospective

Is Monday over yet? Or wait, does it just feel like a Monday? Yep, it does. And to that person that decided it made sense to back into my car without so much as a note of, “oops, sorry about that.” … well, you’re just lucky I have a sweet little boy to hug and photos of Guatemala to fill my mind with wonderful thoughts.¬†Moving on … Continue reading

guatemala: a photo retrospective (continued)

So … guess what? I have, like, eleventy billion more photos to share and I just promised my niece I was going to bed because I feel tired (I think they used to call it weary but that seems like something an old lady would say and I’m definitely not about to throw myself into <em>that</em> category). But, looking at my Guatemala photos makes me happy and I’d rather be happy than sleeping. Never mind. That doesn’t even make sense. So, I will leave you with more photos and then I’ll get my weary self to bed so I can make no sense another time. Continue reading