In Her World

She stands at the window looking in. It’s as if she’s watching her life unfold right before her eyes, but she can’t do anything to stop it or change it. Nobody can hear her. She bangs on the window with her fists. Yelling. Pleading for them to hear her. But no one looks up. No one notices she’s there. She falls to the ground in a heap. Crying. Wiping her eyes and her nose. Wishing she could change it all. Wishing she could just get someone to notice her, but they never do. They just continue to move forward without her as she sits and watches.

She hears a noise. She looks up. She thinks someone has noticed her. Someone is finally going to come wipe away here tears. Someone is finally going to take her into their arms. Someone is finally going to let her in. But no one is looking at her. She’s still invisible.

The noise she heard was a girl. Laughing.

She peers through the window at the girl. She thinks its herself. She’s watching herself move about inside the house. But it’s not her, it’s someone else. Another girl. Living her life. Laughing her laughs. Speaking her words. In frustration she pounds on the window. She’s up on her knees. She’s screaming at the top of her lungs, “why?! Why?! Why can’t you see me? I’m right here! I’m right outside! Please come and help me…” But no one hears. Nobody comes. And she falls back to the ground and the tears flow again.

She’s so lost. So alone. So afraid. She can’t believe this is happening to her.

She wonders what she did wrong. What she did right. What she didn’t say. What she said that was too much.

She thought she was good enough. She thought she was strong enough. She thought she could do it all.

But now, she sits with tears rolling down her cheeks, looking through the glass into her world. The world she should be in, but she isn’t and she wonders why.

Friday Randoms

FYI, random with an s on the end which is randoms is totally a word, in case you were wondering.

Here’s the dill, I like to type words the way I speak them.

Well, that’s not altogether true or I’d type pAnk instead pink and wAWt instead what. I mean, some of the stuff I say is really out there and strange to look at when typed out.

Moving on.

Again, here’s the dill.

I took this picture on my recent trip to Las Vegas and Tucson with my iPhone and the ProHDR App.





I posted it to the FB. That’s slang for fist bump. Kidding! It’s Facebook, yo.

Anyway, I digress. I posted it to the FB and one of my online yet also real life in person friends commented that it looks like bacon.

And you know what?! It totally does!

Here’s my problem with this statement.

Ok, I have a few problems with it.

1. I love bacon.
2. How did I, the self professed lover of bacon that I am, not notice that The Painted Desert looks like layer upon layer of savory strips of bacon?!
3. This is unacceptable!
4. I love bacon.

I would just like to state for the record that loving bacon is not a problem it’s just a fact of my life.





Now, I know this photo does NOT look like food. Especially food I'm head over heels in love with.

I feel better now.






Happy weekend!

Pontoons and Kitty Cats

I don’t know why, but I can’t get enough of this song. I catch myself singing mmmm, motorboatin’ to myself all the time. Haha!

I need a pontoon boat with a slide and lounge chairs. Yes, yes I do.




And what would singing about pontoon boats be without a sweet kitty cat to gaze upon?





Really, really boring, that's what!






Happy Monday, all!

The Winter Blues

I’ve never actually seen a groundhog so I’m not sure I truly believe they exist (kidding!), but if I ever do meet that dang groundhog who saw his shadow on February 2, 2012 in Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania, a place I’ve never been, I’m going to drop kick him to the next continent.


I mean, seriously, Mr. Groundhog? Did you have to see your shadow? Did you have to stick your nose in the air declaring 6 more weeks of winter? Did you have to cause my 60 degree January days to come to a screeching halt so they could turn into yucky, yucky cold February days? Did you really have to make it…snow?!?!





So…yeah…the white stuff was pretty. But, Mr. Groundhog! Seriously! I’m ready for Spring!


Although, I do really like to wear my rubb-ah boots.




Polka dots in the snow, yo. I love this picture so.


It’s the only thing keeping me sane Mr. Groundhog. The. Only. Thing. This picture…and bacon.

Sometimes…

A girl just needs some peanut butter and chocolate.







And some hot pink moccasins wouldn’t hurt either.

I’m Starving

And this is why…



And this is why…




And this is why…




Oh, Bath and Body Works…your candles make me so incredibly hungry by smelling so incredibly delicious. I’m inhaling the wonderfully scrumptious Salty Caramel as we speak and let me tell you, it’s taking all of my strength to keep myself from picking it up and drinking hot wax. Seriously. That’s how good these candles smell.


Yum.


Delicious.


Amazing.


Oh my.


I’ll stop now.


I <3 you B&B Candles. You can come to my house any time you want!

Madison County

In high school I watched The Bridges of Madison County for English class. The teacher had assigned this super cool and awesomely brilliant writing assignment (insert sarcasm). We were supposed to read a book, watch the corresponding movie, and then write a paper over their similarities and differences. Easy, right? Um...no. That thing was hard! I'm pretty sure I got a C with a lot of nasty red ink comments in the margins. Ugh...

What in the world was I thinking when I picked The Bridges of Madison County? That my mom had just read the book which meant easy access and the movie was on the shelf at the rental store. I don't really remember much about the book or the movie other than watching Meryl Streep and Clint Eastwood in the bathtub together being way too gross for my teenage mind. But what I remember the most are the covered bridges. I've been fascinated by them ever since.

Any time I see a sign for a covered bridge I get really excited, and guess what? I saw one when I was in New York last week!

Mom and I were driving back to Albany from the Inn in Vermont when we came across this fabulous covered bridge. There were signs posted all over the place that said not to park and loiter, but I'm pretty sure they were written in French so I totally didn't understand any of them. ;-)

This may not have been Madison County, but it was still beautiful.


Of course, this view out the car window once we pulled through to the other side didn't hurt... (well, minus the power lines...)

Thank you, Meryl and Clint and your yucky bathtub scene, for turning me on to covered bridges. They are all unique works of art.

What a Feeling

I have different reactions to different things. Doesn't everyone?

Take these photos for instance...

To some this might be a piece of sculpture. Or maybe some people know it's the head of the giant horse outside of a PF Chang's. But for me, I look at this and I think that giant piece of yard art is laughing at me. Look! Right there! He's got a big ol smirk on his lips and he's laughing at me. At me!

My initial reaction to this was, "oh, wow! Look! Someone made a big ol pile 'o Christmas lights!" and then, "I wonder if they still work?" and then, "why would someone pile these up back here instead of putting them in the trash? Lazy bum."

A mother's love. Evident in all species.

Quack, quack. Do you think Jesse was freaked out when I, not so casually, reached across her, positioning her quacker just so, and then leaned back to snap a pic? She's surely used to my crazy theatrics by now.

This image really makes me want to quack, quack. QUACK!!

Hmmm, so many people talking. About what, I wonder? Me? The weather? Me? The ridiculousness of that boat/bus? Bo-us? Me? Lunch? Me???

I bet it was me...

A giant crayola? No! It's a church steeple and it makes me feel dizzy, dizzy, dizzy looking at it.

To me this feels like the entrance to The Hidden Valley Ranch. Tasty and green, but no lettuce for me please.

When I look at this I remember I brought home a couple of bottles of this goodness to drink, and then I wonder do penguins really fly?


This post has been brought to you by: The letter F

F is for Feelings.

What a feeling.
Bein's believin'.
I can have it all, now I'm dancing for my life.
Take your passion
and make it happen.
Pictures come alive, now I'm dancing through my life.
What a feeling.

F is for Flashdance.

F is for Friday.

Happy Friday to all, and to all a goodnight!

Tornado Alley

I've lived in Tornado Alley my entire life. I've taken cover from impending tornadoes only twice. The first time was last year during tornado season and the second time was last night. I holed up in the bathtub with my cats and a flashlight for a half hour or so. The electricity had gone out so it was super dark and I couldn't hear anything because I was in the most interior room of my home with the door closed.

I was sitting there the whole time thinking, "mother nature sucks."

How can something give us beauty such as this...

 Edmond, OK - Source

And then in an instant rip it away so that you're left with this?

NW of Longdale, OK - Source

Stillwater, OK - Source

St. John's Regional Medical Center, Joplin MO - Source

It's mind numbing. You think because you have this nice home that you're safe, but really it's all just an illusion.

I, for one, cannot wait for this tornado season to be over, but there's always something else for Mother Nature to gift us with so I hope everyone watches the skies and heeds the weather man's advice even if they do get a little bit worked up now and then.

Stay safe and hug the ones you love today!