*****I Iove this tattoo! And I also love the Numbers from “Lost” below it!*****
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Random insights into the sometimes exciting.....
sometimes quiet..... and always original life of someone named Breckin.
*****I Iove this tattoo! And I also love the Numbers from “Lost” below it!*****
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So I showed this to my husband, and read the “thank God for Chinese children” note …. lol …. And his response was “ya, that’s so true! If it weren’t for Chinese children, I wouldn’t have cheap photography equipment!”
SOOOOO bad lol
hahaha! I find this funny, so I’m going to hell! Thank god for Chinese children, otherwise I wouldn’t have cool sneakers! They should all get a raise! Like another 2 cents a year! lol
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~* My First Fascinator *~
I’ve recently started working on a beautiful fascinator to wear in an upcoming shoot :)
I’ve always loved making art out of unusual materials, so this project is perfect for me. So far, I’ve torn up / deconstructed one belt, one necklace, a bra, and a throw pillow. The only materials that I bought at a craft store are the feathers.
These are just a few pix I snapped with my webcam tonight, and the quality is super duper shitty.
But once it is finished, I’ll take some better ones before the shoot!
I can’t decide which I want more: the outfit (totally my style!), or the girl :)
Oh, and if I wasn’t lactose intolerant, I’d probably want the sundae as well ;P
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LOL
My mom discovered e-cards about two years ago, and she hasn’t looked back! I am serious: I get them for EVERY OCCASION, no matter how big or small. :P
This Thanksgiving one features a dog, a cat, and a bunch of flying cutlery / cups / plates / candles / etc ….. Oh, and some very jaunty baroque music.
For some reason, I just felt the need to share :P
I feel so loved, and at the same time, am so amused by these cards!
I just got back from the Pre-Thanksgiving Thanksgiving get together that my friends and I throw every year … And I am stuffed!
Champagne. Turkey. Pumpkin chocolate chip cookies. Pumpkin pie. Oatmeal bread. Carrots. Turkey. Turkey. And … turkey!
And more champagne.
And some port as well :)
Now it’s time to brace myself for “Real Thanksgiving”!
This is the first year that my husband and I are hosting. We only have to cook for five people (including ourselves), but still …. it’s going to be a little stressful. lol
Don’t get me wrong. I’m REALLY looking forward to entertaining!!
I’ve already started making centerpieces for the dining room table. We’ve bought new linens. I’ve put together the perfect classical play list.
Plus, I know for a fact that my parents are bringing two bottles of wine and a bottle of champagne with them, as well as a few side dishes. (My dad is an AMAZING cook!) So that will be nice :)
But when I think about cooking the other dishes, and cleaning everything up afterward …
Eeeeek!
Only a few days until showtime!
Now, it’s time to have some more champagne and watch Jurrassic Park. Yay!
I need to get SOME sort of outside help for my obsessive tendencies.
It’s getting ridiculous. My life is great, but I’m constantly worrying about ridiculous shit. Minutia. Crap.
I’m married to my soul mate. I have amazing friends. I live in an awesome house in an awesome city. I love my job and am damn good at it. I am in better shape than I was when I was 20. I lead an extremely healthy lifestyle.
But if any little tiny thing goes wrong (let’s say that I get sick and can’t work or go to the gym for a few days), I start to obsess. I worry about money, about how much weight I’ll gain by missing the gym, etc.
It’s ridiculous, and is actually kind of fucking with my physical well being. (Long story that I won’t go into now. Let’s just say that I experience physical symptoms from all of the stress I impose upon myself.)
I’m not even sure why I’m writing about this.
I guess that I figure that if I say it out in the open, I will get off of my crazy ass and go talk to someone / investigate meds etc.
Blah.