Oh, Lady!

One of my friends, Baillie, always says "Oh my Lady!" in place of "Oh my gosh/goodness/etc."

Well, today, I feel like saying, "Oh my Lady..."  literally.

Sometimes, being a lady is a hard thing.  Don't get me wrong, I adore womanhood, but sometimes, I just get tired.  I get tired of makeup, of hair (and I have lots and lots of it!), and of that monthly reminder that I'm going to act over the top, cry at a commercial, cry when I'm making dinner, and, well, cry when I get caught at a red light.

Sometimes, I feel like nobody understands.  Sometimes, I feel out of control.

Until I get a dozen roses.  Or, until I can connect and empathize with somebody emotionally.  Or, when I meet with a friend for coffee and find a great level of camaraderie.

Or, until I see this commercial...

Thank goodness we're not alone.

PhotoShoot

This weekend, my little brother and his girlfriend allowed me to take them downtown and take some pictures with my new camera...  I might have found a new hobby!

Which one is your favorite?  

Do you have any pointers for me?

I've missed you all!  I WILL be back tomorrow.... and I'm having a GIVEAWAY Friday!  Yay!

Tired, Crying, and So Happy

Would you believe that this is the first chance I've gotten in a WHOLE WEEK to sit down and blog?
Between designing blogs, work, school starting, and life, I have hardly had a minute to myself.

Right now, I am sitting down, drinking coffee, eating a bagel, and pretending like I have nothing else to do but enjoy.

Sometimes, I desperately need this pretense.  I have to forget all that is going on around me for, say, 30 minutes.  I have to teach myself how to breathe again.

Thanks, mom, for making me so Type A (that's why we get along so well...).

Now, I'm off to read from GivesMeHope, just to have a mini cry here in the coffee shop, and to remember what I love about life.
Here's an entry I read there a month ago that just made me break down (in a good way, that is)...

When I was 8 years old, I was in a car crash and lost my left arm.

For 14 years, I’ve dreaded having to put on my prosthetic arm everyday.

5 months ago, I woke up and went to put my arm on. I found it with a ring on the finger, and a note in the hand that said, “Liz, will you marry me?”

My fiance’s love for every piece of me GMH.

If you need a pick-me-up and a minute to breathe/cry, check out the site.

Until tomorrow (I hope), dear friends!

Wordless.... Thursday?

This little one just turned three.  I hope he stays this precious forever.

She loves ice cream.  I mean... loves it.

I just can't get over them... It doesn't help that they are super sweet.
Mmm... Hello, adorable baby fever.  (Just kidding, honey...)