Grace.

May the love we share with family and friends renew us in spirit.  May the spirit of hope, joy, peace, and love dwell within our hearts this day and forever.  ~Amen.

About a year after I had my first child I felt a little lost.  Like the things that made me me were gone or different somehow. 

I looked for religion, motherhood, womanhood...something to warm the chill in my spirit.

Ultimately,  I just made a simple list. 

This isn't surprising to some of you.  I am a list maker in every compulsive way possible.  If I spent half the time I spent listing things actually doing things, I would be uber productive.  It would impress you.

Anywayz... I listed it all; what I like, what I want, what I think people would say when they described me.  Just whatever came to mind first.  Free~form.  Don't over think it.  Here's what I came up with:

Photography, coffee, wine, cooking, books, music, art, poetry, fairies, dancing, retro, relaxing, talking, therapy, travel, hiking, painting, candles, ice skating, yoga, freshly painted nails, warm drinks, good hugs, and sisterhood girlfriend connections. 

Here's my "be me" mission statement. 

 I am an optimist, dangerously sentimental and I believe that the heart of life is good. 

This simple list stayed in my purse (still does and it is dirty and torn).  Every once in a while, when I felt like my identity was gone, and I was just mom; diaper changer & chocolate milk fetcher, I would pull out this list. 

I would check, just to see if I was being true to myself, was I doing these things?  Was I doing Brittney? 

It kinda worked. 

So here's your homework. 
Make your list.  This can't be about your family (it can include them) but consider who you were before you were married.  Who were you in high school?  Are there parts of that person still there?  Is your career or being a mother the defining parts of you?  Good.  If not, Good.  You are You and there will only be one of you for ALL time.  Fearlessly be yourself. 

Find the best parts of who you have always been, since the beginning, and make them shine.
 It is never too late to be who you might have been. 
And that's my motivational speech for the day.

 C-YA

I want to buy the world a coke...

Childhood. 
When fairies are real and all you need to find joy and magic and belief is a silver penny. 

Grace for Light.

My soul goes clad in gorgeous things,

Scarlet and gold and blue,

And a here shoulder sudden wings

Like long flames flicker through.

And she is swallow-fleet, and free

From mortal bonds and bars.

She laughs, because Eternity

Blossoms for her with stars!

~Fannie Stearns Davis from Silver Pennies by Blanche Jennings Thompson

funny.

I believe someone is listening to my thoughts.

Last time I wrote here I was thinking, "these posts are kinda serious. I need something funny to write about."

Be careful what you ask for.

Here we go.

Last night the hubs and I were are sitting in our family room, just catching up on our day. The girls were in bed sleeping, but due to a super nap, our son was still up playing with knights and horses.

Then, he was coming, slowly, up the basement stairs. The way we were sitting, I could see the door and the child and my KISA (knight in shining armor) couldn't. I suddenly became boneless. My jaw was on the floor and strange noises were coming out of me like "Ack. Uhhhh. OOOO."

Husband looks at me strangely. "what?" he asks. I still can't talk. I can't move. Finally, the adrenaline kicks in and I leap up to stop the kid from moving any further.

My first thought was pudding. Ruby did this once. But then the smell.  Wafting, pungent it surrounds us and then he knows. My KISA and I spring into action half laughing half gagging. My child was covered. Like the way I protect him with sunscreen, in POOP.

It was crusted between is toes, lathered up his legs like lotion, under his fingernails, a little behind his ears and his arms were straight up brown.

IT WAS DISGUSTING.

As we throw him into the kitchen sink and scrub him with a dish towel we would later throw away, our minds turn to the carpet in the basement.

Oh my.

He had rubbed it into the carpet like he was working grout between tiles. The smell was ghastly. Overwhelming. As I attempt to clean the floor, my husband laughs. He begins to move the furniture and toys aside, rolls up the carpet and drags it out the front door. He later tells me it was so heavy he couldn't get it all the way into the dumpster he chose to shove it into...oops.

I go to my child's side. He is now playing with bubbles in our deep white kitchen sink. He smells sweet and clean and his face is delightful.

And I am suddenly deeply regretful.

In the moment and in reaction I had missed it. No one will believe how hilarious this was. How repulsive, how utterly ridiculous.

I didn't take a picture.

Sometimes, I guess, the memory will have to be enough.

Happy Tuesday everyone.

Britt

"What do you mean I'm ridiculous?"

Style...

It's winter and I'm hibernating.  Letting my kids watch hours of educational TV (Scooby Do) and reading, learning, obsessing with my best friends out there on the Internet.

I have been immersing myself in tutorials and photography education. I even had a personal skype conversation with the great Jasmine Star (very famous wedding photographer)(and it was really just a YouTube video I clicked on if you must know). I continue to grow and learn with the focus on "being myself" and finding my voice as a photographer and writer (I feel like I'm trying out both those titles out for size).  
I vow to never replicate or copy an other's vision. So, I'm trying to pinpoint my own style. I guess the best way to do this is to examine my personal style in general. My home, my clothes, music, and the things I'm drawn to.

It would be outrageously boring for you to just read about me...so answer these questions for yourself as we go. It'll be fun like a 7th grade sleepover with a Cosmo quiz about boys...okay, maybe not quite as fun...

1. What's your home like?

My home is cozy & casual. Neutral. I love lots of white and clean and simple. I've always loved a white kitchen with a big window above the sink.   I like warm black and honeyish wood accents. Some brown leather and baskets. I like warm yellowish beige walls. VERY casual. I don't own formal china or a formal dining table. Your kid could run completely wild in my house with absolutely no fear of breaking or dirtying anything.  I don't have rules like you can't play in there, or no shoes on the carpet, or the like.  I like everyone to feel like a backdoor~no need to knock~friend.
While, I love other people's bright and bold photos and I love the "modern vintage" look of antropoligie or the styled look of photographers who use lots of props, I am not that photographer.   I like lots of negative space, earth tones and ethereal finishes.  I hope after a photo session with me you feel like a friend.  A special, real, no need to knock friend.

2. What do you wear?

Clothes, well I Love style. But you wouldn't know it by looking. I wear 6 year old uggs everyday in winter and flip flops in summer. I wear plain tees almost everyday, again lots of white and green. And jeans always. I like to be comfortable. I haven't ironed or been to the dry cleaner in over 5 years, for real!  If money were no object I might own more things from acacia or lululemon yoga wear, or bohemian skirts with tons of jewelry (picture Barbara Streisand in Meet the Faulkers) but I don't. I love big earrings and scarves to make things interesting and convince myself I have "dressed up".
My pictures are equally casual.  No forced poses or fake smiles.  No stress photo sessions.

3.  What kind of music do you like? 

I LOVE music.  The only thing I don't like is hard rock or heavy metal. (forgive me for being unAmerican, but I don't like Green Day, Neil diamond, or Bruce Springsteen either) But my favorites are calming, tender, Van Morrison, Sara Barialles, Ben folds, Kina Grannis, Jack Johnson, Eric Hutchinson, Cold Play, Marie Digby, John Mayor, Brooke Fraser, Counting Crows, old school Lilith Fair fare, Toad the Wet Sprocket, Big Head Todd and the Monsters, Motown oldies, the Beatles Abby Road album, Elizabeth Mitchell, okay, moving on.

You get the gist.  I hope my photos make you hear soft, sentimental music in your head. 

My dream is that in 15 years you look at the photo and don't say "oh, she looks cute there".  Instead feel something.  Feel the memory of your baby's childhood.  Feel her skin on your cheek, smell the strawberry shampoo you used to use in the bathtub when she was 4.  Really remember "that's how it truly was for us then.  In the magic fleeting moments of childhood captured in time." 

4. What are you drawn to? What gives you warm fuzzies or a sense of being alive or comforted?

I am drawn to windows with light POURING in and white fluffy, sad-faced dogs. (love my dog) I love the idea of taking a nap in that spot on the floor where the window light is warm. Pajamas. Comfort foods and warm drinks to calm my-ever-chasing anxiety  (I am drinking tea and coffee all the time). Books. I love happy books. I am inspired by children's books~especially poetry.  Books about relationships. Childhood. Dreamy creamy simple sweet fairy filled  hot cocoa magic. I like Cotton candy, long slow walks on summer days with my children, sunsets, my kids skin, and the moment when you drive out of the rain.  My favorite images are the ones where it seems you can feel the soul of the person permeating thru their eyes. Big crystal clear eyes with creamy dreamy oil painting backgrounds and the more bokah (that is a fancy photo word with roots in Japan for the out of focus or blurry background) the better.

Here's my favorites that I have taken that I think represent my style.



Do you have favorites of my work? How would you describe it? Help me out here...

Now, do your homework.
necessarily, but you wear clothes right?  (If not, contact me we need to talk.)  What you wear says a lot about you and you should know yourself. Are you a big hoop earrings and bun girl with a flowy skirt? Or are you all Brooks Brothers?  Do you iron your jeans?  Do you wear the same black yoga pants everyday with no intention of practicing yoga?   It's part of living a full life to surround yourself in what you love. No judgements, no pretense.  Tell me your style in a few words on facebook or in the comments section. I'll help if you want. Let's make it a hibernation project. So that next time you're considering a piece of art, a sweater, a couch, a photographer perhaps...you will..consider this. What is your style? Find it and be it.  It will make you happier.
Love,

Britt

P.S. It occurs to me you may be taking note of my poor grammar,  run on sentences, and tangential partial statements.  I write how I talk in my head and I want you to read it that way.  Like we are sharing coffee time on your couch.  But I do apologize to you show-offy English types.  I love your perfectionism. 

This year my niece turned 16.  All the women in the family wrote letters of advice to her.  Then we spent the weekend in a bed & breakfast celebrating her special birthday.  I left that weekend feeling renewed and inspired.  I hope I never stop being grateful and learning from the women around me young and old.  I thought I'd share what I wrote in my letter. 

Dear Elaine,

I take photos during what they call the "golden" or the "magic" hour.  I try desperately to capture the enchanted glow in a young girls eye.  So its no surprise I believe in magic.   Much of my advice to you comes from that place.   A place where dreams come true and women run with wolves. 

• First; please protect your left brain.  we are born creative spirits and as we grow up we structure our thoughts and the glitter dissipates. 
• Be sentimental.  your relationships are everything, everything, everything. 
• Stay close to your mom.  There will come a time when the only thing to soothe your soul is a hug from her and a hot cup of  tea with milk and honey. 
• Protect your girlfriend relationships.  There is little more profound than a chosen sisterhood. 
• Be brave in your choices.  Be a woman who runs with wolves. 
• The things you will ultimately be proudest of are really hard.  Anything worthwhile often is.
•  You teach people how to treat you.  Demand respect and deserve kindness.
•  The easy was is rarely the best way. 
• Love and marriage...hummm.  Look to good models.  Have high standards and believe in soul mates. 
• Go to college.  Work hard and play hard.  It changes everything.
• Learn about desire and hope and hard work. 
• Use your imagination every. day.
• Instant gratification is the enemy of contentment. 
• Have belief.  Have an appetite for marvels. 
• We all grow up and the fairy tale of your life is up to you.  You must create your own happily ever after. That starts now. 

Welcome to the pack!

Now.
Close your eyes and imagine running in the snow.  You're in the woods and you can feel the wind in your face, and hear the smooth rustle of the wide eyed wolves low to the ground making your pace.  The feeling of freedom, a slight edge of fear and knowing that there is something ahead of you and you are never alone.  Be brave.  Feel our support, this pack of women. 
                                                     Now open your eyes. 



a girl's dream

"That girl is better than you."

"Her work is amazing-so much better than yours"

"She's a better mother, she only buys organics."

"She's consistent with bedtime."

"She has more willpower."

"She's got a will, a college fund, all her ducks in a row."

"She works out every day and has a clean house."

"I bet she never looses her patients with her kids."

Bitchy, huh? Who talks like that? I would NEVER say these things to my friends or anyone for that matter. But I say them to myself every. day.

 
Horrible things.

"You're not smart enough, pretty enough, skinny enough, funny enough, good enough."

I have even said these things out loud.
I charmingly convince myself it is good humor, self-deprecating. But really it's just defensive.
I'll say it before you can. I'll put it out there cuz it hurts less if it comes from me instead of you.

Right?

But it doesn't really work that way.

My inner voice isn't nice to me.

So I 'm working on kick'n that chick to the curb.

Any one who knows me, knows I am obsessed in January. I am a flurry of resolutions and compulsions and a walking, talking, self-improvement section from Barnes and Noble. This year is no different. I have thousands of goals.

Some practical: Defeat my arch nemesis. Laundry . (Day 18 of successful 1-2 loads a day)

Some business (get it together and be a real photographer already-as outlined in 3 notebooks with 35 addendum added daily)

And many personal. Primarily, silence my inner critic. She paralyzes me; affects my relationships, productivity and ability to shine.

I am shiny most of the time really.

But when this girl gets going I can be defensive as all get out. I am overly sensitive to what I see could maybe, possibly be criticism, and I am constantly craving reassurance (read: compliment fishing) I say often to my KISA (knight in shining armor) "tell me something nice".

My magical, dreamy, light pouring in world of imagination turns muddy mushroom brown. My inner critic pushes me into the dark woods and I can get lost there for days.

I am so done with this girl and I want her gone.

So how do I go about this?

Firstly, crazy talk. OUT LOUD."Perfect is the enemy of done"

"Thinking too much stops you from doing enough"

"Everyone starts somewhere"

" I am good enough, smart enough, and gosh darn it people like me"

Next, stop comparing.

Why am I constantly comparing my behind the scenes with everyone else's highlight reel? I am (twitch) a comparison person.

Nichole is so involved in everything, how does she get it all done? Leslie's so organized and structured. Melissa is such a good friend, never forgets a good luck, never forgets a birthday. Rachael's so creative she really knows how to work hard/play hard. Kristin's so smart and still so fun. Annie's so hilarious and such a good mom and can kick ass at the gym. Emilee's so spiritual and patient and kind. Meghan's got it all together all the time. Heather's so laid back. Abbie's so comfortable in her own skin. I could go on and on. It is wonderful to have friends I admire so much. And don't get me wrong, I am head over heals in friend love with these women, but I am not as cool as them. I see the best in others and the worst in myself.
I think we all do this. We are our own worst enemy.

Comparing.

This is especially true with photography. I am three times a day comparing photos, websites, lighting, sharpness, composition, professionalism , you name it I've convinced myself I'm not worthy of it.
So I gotta stop looking through the windows of their virtual storefront if I'm ever gonna open up shop in town. These are nice people. They wouldn't shame me for being where I am or who I am in the world of photographic art, so why am I?

Next step, walk the walk.
I often talk to others about being themselves and owning their own strengths ~ living boldly. I am going to

(HOLD YOUR BREATH HERE)

Be me. I am going to stop apologizing for having dishes in my sink when a guest arrives (as if they give a @#$%) I am going to forgive myself for not having trendy clothes and bags and shoes. I know I have great taste, I just love it on other people and then put my jeans, old navy tee and 6 year old uggs back on.

I thought I had slayed this dragon when I stopped straightening my naturally curly hair and gave up on the self tanner, but this inner critic has snuck back into my head with the particular goal to prevent me from living my dreams.

Next be open and Keep it real

I am going to be open to criticism. It will help me learn. I am putting it ALL out there. Everyday. I will not be fake. I will not hold back because I might be wrong. I will not stop taking pictures because I'm not Ansel Adams or Annie Lebowitz, or Anne frick'n Geddes.  I am going to keep it real. I am learning, I am growing, I am not even close to perfect. But I know how to love. I know how to appreciate the beauty of this life. I know how to stop time and remember the exact words my daughter said on Christmas morning. I know how to feel every thing in my body glisten when light falls on my son's scar. I know how to see joy and grace and raw emotion in others and maybe even sometimes snap a photo that captures it.    I am gonna do Brittney, cuz it's all I know to do. And every tiny atom in me hopes you like it, but I know it's really gonna be okay if you don't.
Breathe in breathe out; palms up and open to the world. Wish me luck.

(Post it? It's too personal. What if they judge me? You probably have spelling errors.

SHUT UP.

Yea, kick her to the curb.)

a girl's dream

"That girl is better than you."

"Her work is amazing-so much better than yours"

"She's a better mother, she only buys organics."

"She's consistent with bedtime."

"She has more willpower."

"She's got a will, a college fund, all her ducks in a row."

"She works out every day and has a clean house."

"I bet she never looses her patients with her kids."

Bitchy, huh? Who talks like that? I would NEVER say these things to my friends or anyone for that matter. But I say them to myself every. day.

Horrible things.

"You're not smart enough, pretty enough, skinny enough, funny enough, good enough."

I have even said these things out loud.

I charmingly convince myself it is good humor, self-deprecating. But really it's just defensive.

I'll say it before you can. I'll put it out there cuz it hurts less if it comes from me instead of you.

Right?

But it doesn't really work that way.

My inner voice isn't nice to me.

So I 'm working on kick'n that bitch to the curb.

Any one who knows me, knows I am obsessed in January. I am a flurry of resolutions and compulsions and a walking, talking, self-improvement section from Barnes and Noble. This year is no different. I have thousands of goals.

Some practical: Defeat my arch nemesis. Laundry . (Day 15 of successful 1-2 loads a day)

Some business (get it together and be a real photographer already-as outlined in 3 notebooks with 35 addendum added daily)

And many personal. Primarily, silence my inner critic. She paralyzes me; affects my relationships, productivity and ability to shine.

I am shiny most of the time really.

But when this girl gets going I can be defensive as all get out. I am overly sensitive to what I see could maybe, possibly be criticism, and I am constantly craving reassurance (read: compliment fishing) I say often to my KISA (knight in shining armor) "tell me something nice".

My magical, dreamy, light pouring in world of imagination turns muddy mushroom brown. My inner critic pushes me into the dark woods and I can get lost there for days.

I am so done with this girl and I want her gone.

So how do I go about this?

Firstly, crazy talk. OUT LOUD.

"Perfect is the enemy of done"

"Thinking too much stops you from doing enough"

"Everyone starts somewhere"

" I am good enough, smart enough, and gosh darn it people like me"

Next, stop comparing.

Why am I constantly comparing my behind the scenes with everyone else's highlight reel?

I am (twitch) a comparison person.

Nichole is so involved in everything, how does she get it all done? Leslie's so organized and structured. Melissa is such a good friend, never forgets a good luck, never forgets a birthday. Rachael's so creative she really knows how to work hard/play hard. Kristin's so smart and still so fun. Annie's so hilarious and such a good mom and can kick ass at the gym. Emilee's so spiritual and patient and kind. Meghan's got it all together all the time. Heather's so laid back. Abbie's so comfortable in her own skin. I could go on and on. It is wonderful to have friends I admire so much. And don't get me wrong, I am head over heals in friend love with these women, but I am not as cool as them. I see the best in others and the worst in myself.

I think we all do this. We are our own worst enemy.

Comparing.

This is especially true with photography. I am three times a day comparing photos, websites, lighting, sharpness, composition, professionalism , you name it I've convinced myself I'm not worthy of it.

So I gotta stop looking through the windows of their virtual storefront if I'm ever gonna open up shop in town. These are nice people. They wouldn't shame me for being where I am or who I am in the world of photographic art, so why am I?

Next step, walk the walk.

I often talk to others about being themselves and owning their own strengths ~ living boldly. I am going to

(HOLD YOUR BREATH HERE)

Be me. I am going to stop apologizing for having dishes in my sink when a guest arrives (as if they give a @#$%) I am going to forgive myself for not having trendy clothes and bags and shoes. I know I have great taste, I just love it on other people and then put my jeans, old navy tee and 6 year old uggs back on.

I thought I had slayed this dragon when I stopped straightening my naturally curly hair and gave up on the self tanner, but this inner critic has snuck back into my head with the particular goal to prevent me from living my dreams.

Next be open and Keep it real

I am going to be open to criticism. It will help me learn. I am putting it ALL out there. Everyday. I will not be fake. I will not hold back because I might be wrong. I will not stop taking pictures because I'm not Ansel Adams or Annie Lebowitz, or Anne frick'n Geddescuz it's all I know to do. And every tiny atom in me hopes you like it, but I know it's really gonna be okay if you don't.

Breathe in breathe out; palms up and open to the world. Wish me luck.

(Post it? It's too personal. What if they judge me? You probably have spelling errors.

SHUT UP.

Yea, kick her to the curb.)



A girl's dream

"That girl is better than you."

"Her work is amazing-so much better than yours"

"She's a better mother, she only buys organics."

"She's consistent with bedtime."

"She has more willpower."

"She's got a will, a college fund, all her ducks in a row."

"She works out every day and has a clean house."

"I bet she never looses her patients with her kids."

Bitchy, huh? Who talks like that? I would NEVER say these things to my friends or anyone for that matter. But I say them to myself every. day.

Horrible things.

"You're not smart enough, pretty enough, skinny enough, funny enough, good enough."

I have even said these things out loud.

I charmingly convince myself it is good humor, self-deprecating. But really it's just defensive.

I'll say it before you can. I'll put it out there cuz it hurts less if it comes from me instead of you.

Right?

But it doesn't really work that way.

My inner voice isn't nice to me.

So I 'm working on kick'n that chick to the curb.

Any one who knows me, knows I am obsessed in January. I am a flurry of resolutions and compulsions and a walking, talking, self-improvement section from Barnes and Noble. This year is no different. I have thousands of goals.

Some practical: Defeat my arch nemesis. Laundry . (Day 18 of successful 1-2 loads a day)

Some business (get it together and be a real photographer already-as outlined in 3 notebooks with 35 addendum added daily)

And many personal. Primarily, silence my inner critic. She paralyzes me; affects my relationships, productivity and ability to shine.

I am shiny most of the time really.

But when this girl gets going I can be defensive as all get out. I am overly sensitive to what I see could maybe, possibly be criticism, and I am constantly craving reassurance (read: compliment fishing) I say often to my KISA (knight in shining armor) "tell me something nice".

My magical, dreamy, light pouring in world of imagination turns muddy mushroom brown. My inner critic pushes me into the dark woods and I can get lost there for days.

I am so done with this girl and I want her gone.

So how do I go about this?

Firstly, crazy talk. OUT LOUD.

"Perfect is the enemy of done"

"Thinking too much stops you from doing enough"

"Everyone starts somewhere"

" I am good enough, smart enough, and gosh darn it people like me"

Next, stop comparing.

Why am I constantly comparing my behind the scenes with everyone else's highlight reel?

I am (twitch) a comparison person.

Nichole is so involved in everything, how does she get it all done? Leslie's so organized and structured. Melissa is such a good friend, never forgets a good luck, never forgets a birthday. Rachael's so creative she really knows how to work hard/play hard. Kristin's so smart and still so fun. Annie's so hilarious and such a good mom and can kick ass at the gym. Emilee's so spiritual and patient and kind. Meghan's got it all together all the time. Heather's so laid back. Abbie's so comfortable in her own skin. I could go on and on. It is wonderful to have friends I admire so much. And don't get me wrong, I am head over heals in friend love with these women, but I am not as cool as them. I see the best in others and the worst in myself.

I think we all do this. We are our own worst enemy.

Comparing.

This is especially true with photography. I am three times a day comparing photos, websites, lighting, sharpness, composition, professionalism , you name it I've convinced myself I'm not worthy of it.

So I gotta stop looking through the windows of their virtual storefront if I'm ever gonna open up shop in town. These are nice people. They wouldn't shame me for being where I am or who I am in the world of photographic art, so why am I?

Next step, walk the walk.

I often talk to others about being themselves and owning their own strengths ~ living boldly. I am going to

(HOLD YOUR BREATH HERE)

Be me. I am going to stop apologizing for having dishes in my sink when a guest arrives (as if they give a @#$%) I am going to forgive myself for not having trendy clothes and bags and shoes. I know I have great taste, I just love it on other people and then put my jeans, old navy tee and 6 year old uggs back on.

I thought I had slayed this dragon when I stopped straightening my naturally curly hair and gave up on the self tanner, but this inner critic has snuck back into my head with the particular goal to prevent me from living my dreams.

Next, be open and Keep it real

I am going to be open to criticism. It will help me learn. I am putting it ALL out there. Everyday. I will not be fake. I will not hold back because I might be wrong. I will not stop taking pictures because I'm not Ansel Adams or Annie Lebowitz, or Anne frick'n Geddescuz it's all I know to do. And every tiny atom in me hopes you like it, but I know it's really gonna be okay if you don't.

Breathe in breathe out; palms up and open to the world. Wish me luck.

(Post it? It's too personal.  What if they judge me?  You probably have spelling errors.

SHUT UP.

Yea, kick her to the curb.)

Big Blog Revival



Monday night at home

Blog Revival. It's been so long. Let me catch you up...I started taking photos. Like~ really taking photos. Enough that this fall I was totally booked and I was too busy to blog for ALL THIS TIME. So here it is the big blog revival. I hope it sticks enough for me to get back into the habit. I miss writing and releasing and feeling like a piece of the real me is out there in the ether somewhere touching some soul like a note I threw out the car window. I have so many things to share with you. Even if it's just you (mom) who reads it. So just for fun I'm gonna share some random facts about me.

1. I think my husband's jawline is sexy.

2. I drink more than a pot of coffee everyday, no exaggeration.

3. I don't restrict my kids screen time and they seem to be surviving. In fact, they are fantastic little people.

4. I have the best most superb friends and sisters in the entire world. It is no contest. This is one blessing I have had for a long time. I am AMAZED with them daily. Sorry they can't be every one's friends cuz the world would be a better place.

5. I love happy people. I am not always happy, but sometimes it rubs off.

6. Ruby is asking if I'm done here yet, and she trumps pretty much anything.

LATER.