Me! Married! FIVE DAYS!

I'm off to Kansas, see ya'll on the flip side . . .

I'm updating, just not here ( Read more... )

The next time I saw him, he was fresh from Italy and full of fantastic stories ( Read more... )

I spent the weekend, well, most of it, with a group of girls getting married not long after myself. I listened to their stories regaling trips to salons and to hairdressers. Stories of crowded showers and bouquets of ribbons ( Read more... )

I go through stages. Times when you couldn't pry me out of this godforsaken dirty smelly overcrowded love of my life city with a half ton crowbar. And times when I want nothing more then space. Wind. Quiet ( Read more... )

Well, I've officially been given another class. Meaning I'll be joining the halls of academia once again come end of August, loading poor grad students with homework on their weekends ( Read more... )

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So, I'm a city girl. A small town girl. Even, when given the opportunity, a girl of the beach. I freely and uncompromisingly admit I am not a mountain girl. Camping? Um, I was 12. It was in a pop-up camper and I was more than happy "real" showers were but ten feet away. Hiking? As in actually WALKING for MILES on gravel, UP MOUNTAINS and perhaps ( Read more... )

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My job was to take the photos. The evidence of this misplaced task was later revealed - as the photos, starting off clear and well composed, slowly got more blurred and haphazard as the day wore on. Alas, champagne is *not* the ultimate photographer's companion ( Read more... )