Once again its Saturday. I have always loved Saturdays. It takes me back to being a kid and waking up early to watch cartoons and play. Remember when Saturday morning cartoons were good? Looney Tunes and School House Rock. Fat Albert and Strawberry Shortcake. Simply divine. Add a bowl of cereal and I was good to go. These days the cartoons are not as good but I still wake up and greet the day with a smile and enthusiasm. The day stretches out before me with endless possibility. Some times I like to get up and clean early. Other times I go into project mode. Other times I rest and read. The possibilities are endless. Today is a cleaning day and then an Astros game and concert this evening with friends. Looking forward to Saturday fun! How do you spend your Saturdays?
The cool (terrible?) thing about being pregnant (and I mean super pregnant) is that there is never a dull day because your mind takes you on such wonderful adventures! You get to go round and round in circles until you end up at the same destination at which you arrived the last time you let your mind wander — the notion that you’re going to be the worst mom on the planet.
In today’s edition of Reasons I’m About to Fail at Motherhood, we explore Pinterest, an online pin board designed to inspire and motivate you to do things you never thought possible. (Or help you plan a wedding when you’re not even in a relationship. That, too.)
To watch me flail around desperately in a sea of DIY crafts I’ll never have the time or energy or creativity for, follow me on Pinterest here.
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So, it seems that when you make a commitment to start acknowledging your weight, you become aware of so many things that you didn’t previously allow yourself to pay attention to. Like, what you look like naked.
Every fat dimple, every half-started roll, every plain of soft flab, and each and every damn stretch mark – they all glare at you accusingly.
I must admit, I’ve gotten really good at not looking at my body.
I’ve been married for 8 years, it’s not like my husband and I don’t have sex or take showers together – because we do. It’s not like no one sees my naked body but me, right? And, don’t get me wrong, I’m NOT saying that I haven’t been self-conscious during all those moments of intimacy either.
Trust me, I’m fully aware that if I straighten my back just so that the curve of my waist will be…
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someone gave me their old Lomo LC-A for my birthday. which, I think, is one of the nicest things you could possibly do for someone.
there was some old film in it too, so these are all technically double exposures, but a lot of them you can’t really tell… but the wacky lomo + expired film colour! I love colour so much!
“Mere color, unspoiled by meaning, and unallied with definite form, can speak to the soul in a thousand different ways. ” – Oscar Wilde
“Why do two colors, put one next to the other, sing? Can one really explain this? no. Just as one can never learn how to paint.” – Pablo Picasso
“The purest and most thoughtful minds are those which love color the most. ” – John Ruskin
One cannot think of the Maine coast without immediately thinking of succulent bright red Lobsters. Lobster fishing is a long-time tradition among the locals living on Mount Desert Island. A profession that can be quite profitable, also comes with significant risk as so much time is spent on the cold waters surrounding the island. Through weather fair and foul, these hardy lobstermen, and women head out daily to work their lobster traps.
Tending to their lifeline, which is their lobster boat, these lobster men spend much time preparing and maintaining their equipment. Permits, when available go for about $14,000 and this permit allows the fisherman to set out 800 traps. Traps are set out further out during the summer months to find the cooler water, and closer inland in winter due to the drop in water temperatures. It is said that a hard working lobster man can make upwards to…
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