I went to the Tycho show tonight; it was visually and musically tantalizing. I will share more photos soon, now I have to get some sleep so I can make it out for some pirate watching at Gasparilla in the morning ;)
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I already told you the Tycho show was aesthetically amazing, so here is a peek, I posted more at my photo blog ;)
Me: So far today I have spilled both perfume and salsa on myself.
Fatima: So, you smell like a cheap Mexican hooker…
Yes.
Le Petit Prince is my favorite :)
I want to tell you about my day/weekend/life, and what better way to start off than with a poor quality phone picture of Lucy. She still looks adorable and it’ll do because I don’t know what corner of the whose she has snuggled up against.
Today was a glorious day because I did nothing productive, which did not go according to plan… but you can’t plan these unproductive days.
I tried to process some disposable camera pictures from an aquarium trip I took with Scott, but most of them turned out black. The ones that didn’t were overdeveloped and I was disappointed. Like most things in life, womp womp.
I’ve been really into Skype (only years late); I’ve spent the time looking at the faces of my beautiful Latin Princesses Kris V and Vale C. Come to think of it, also my Latin Prince Trey P.
I’ve been working a lot and therefore running around on my feet for 8-10 hours a shift, so I’ve lost some pounds, but this has given me the false confidence that I can eat any food, any day. For two weeks I had donuts almost daily. Then it was bacon. I decided to eat oatmeal for breakfast today like a good girl.
The other day I got some take-out some sushi and decided to save time and eat it as I was pulling out of the parking lot, except the wasabi I poured so generously on top caused me to choke. The choking was followed by tears and heavy heaving as I tried to drive out of a parking lot. This is what gluttony will do to you.
I don’t know what it is about driving and having so much responsibility for your passengers’ lives, but I just have the hardest time distinguishing my right from the left.
I have the urge to admit that I say and do some odd things and then blame it on how late it is, but deep in my heart I know 2 AM isn’t really late and I am just getting old.
Elle is adorableeeeee
The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again.
