"She is too fond of books, and it has turned her brain." {Louisa May Alcott}

Sunday, March 21, 2010

Happy Birthday Dad

So tomorrow is my dear father's 53rd birthday. And I thought I'd write a little bit about him and how much he means to me (: I am a complete daddy's girl. Not in the way that I am spoiled or anything - 'cause trust me, I'm not - but because of the way I look up to him and how he's there for me. He has always been the sane one in the family, a rock in the tumultuous ocean which is my family. He's not faultless, but who ever is? He always ALWAYS found a way to go to all of my sporting events, even if they were all the way in effing Colfax, and support me. He knows I'm intelligent and even when I got bad grades in my slacking period in high school, he never talked down to me. We have real conversations about business and politics, although I'm fairly ignorant on both subjects he teaches me and enlightens me, even if we don't agree on something - which is surprisingly often. He is very inspiring, he followed his dream of baseball and when that finally ended in the minor leagues, he started his own business. I see how hard he works at it and I admire his dedication and tenacity. Since the economy turned bad, the electrical business went down and it breaks my heart to see my dad struggle to get jobs, but I know that he'll pull through, just like he always has. So here's to you Dad and to every other dad like mine out there!


My dad had a cedar box with this image on the front! I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw this picture.
I HAD to put it on here.

Friday, March 12, 2010


Thursday, March 4, 2010

Current Obsession


Who wouldn't be? She's gorgeous!

Monday, March 1, 2010

Stylista... er not.

I HATE shopping. Without a doubt, beyond all imagining, loathe, despise, detest it. But, I do love getting new clothes. Contradictory you say? Well yes, yes it is. Story of my life, I am consistently inconsistent. I go shopping because (like every other girl in the world) I want/need new clothes, but when I get to the mall I turn into a complete zombie. I get the clunk. What is that you ask? Its when your feet just drag because they are resisting the action of walking but your legs are like, "c'mon come on, you can do this feet!" but they really can't because your feet know that you truly don't want to be at the god damn mall in the first place. This is why I need a personal shopper. "Here are outfits I like, my sizes, my personal preferences, my credit card. GO." Then maybe she/gay he would come back with some fashionable clothes, instead of the jeans and t-shirts I inevitably end up buying (that's all I own!) because I have no actual style at all, except jeans and tees. Oh and sneakers, I love my sneakers. I love heels, don't get me wrong, I would wear heels every day if I could, not that I can't but my style has always been jeans and vans, so I would have to update my entire wardrobe and then I would kind of feel out of place (and just plain silly) at school. Therefore, the sneakers stay - at least  until I get a professional job and then it will be all style and heels.

P.S. These are chocolate shoes. Delish. Gayle's Chocolates