There is a tree as old as me
Branches were sewn by the color of green
Ground had arose and passed it's knees
By the cracks of the skin I climbed to the top
I climbed the tree to see the world." -TCO
Summer. Time to put my weeding gloves on and stick my butt up in the air. Ahh…
Haven’t made my face up in 5 days, haven’t done my hair in 3 weeks. Felt good. I have huge hands… They called me “los humanos gigante” (huge man hands) at my old work. No joke. When we were at Guinness, I sat down and did an interview with a French lady, and she asked my name and where I was coming from. Then she said “you are 18-24, right?” I told her my age, and she said “no, I don’t believe it…”Then she marked off 18-24. Hahahaha! I win. (thank you dermalogica)
Owah mai gahd. Really very seriously, ay dios mio. Spent almost 3 hours last night deleting old crappy pictures just to find out I haven’t even hit the tip of the proverbial iceberg. I think I’m close to about 5000 pictures. How.. why… *stares blankly at screen* I took TOO many pictures of myself, husband, dog, friends, random objects. What’s left? You’ll see, oh you’ll see!
These two were my finalists in my photoshop class, I haven’t seen these in a while. EH!
A year ago tomorrow will be the anniversary of our girls only trip to the Mexican Riviera. We went to Catalina Island and Ensenada Mexico. The photographers on the boat are VULTURES and the dillweed made us pose like this. On. F’n. Purpose. I had to get it. It’s our honeymoon photo hahaha!