12/365

My planner. This is an unbusy week. I should take another one next week so you all can see typical. I also forgot to write a bunch in this week because of being at my Mom's over the weekend.

Is tired a disease? Because I feel like I can't shake it.

8,9,10 and 11/365

A replica of one of my Mom's tattoos.

Our beautiful mountains. It looks like a painting, right? I'll miss these.

No explanation really. A cop-out picture, taken while I was panting on the treadmill.

Me. And I look like a ghost. And I even edited this one to make my skin a little more warm. It was a day of big hair and crazy eyes apparently, and I posted it to facebook as a joke (because I have no makeup on) and I ended up getting complimented. Funny shit.

7/365

I'm in Phoenix at a hospital. My Mom is on a table having surgery. I can't really talk about it. This was on the drive here. A moment of beauty that lasted the entirety of the drive. Every time I think about how much I hate this God-forsaken state I see the sky and remember that He has not actually forsaken it. I didn't edit this photo, at all, before uploading it.

Right before my Mom went in to surgery. Emily's fingers, clasped tightly around her Grandmother's.

Send some good vibes in this direction. We need them!

6/365

A day late, and for that I apologize! This is the pot I was cooking the kids' lunch in, on an electric range. Pretty.

5/365

The "Baby" as she is named in the family.

4/365

I laced up again today and was sorely disapointed in myself. Taking time off to make my knee feel better and to enjoy the holidays has taken a severe toll on my running time. I'm not a runner, by any means. But I had gotten up to three miles in about 40/45 minutes. Today was two miles, switching between running and walking on an incline, in 33 minutes. It's about calories, not distance or time.

Back to work for me :)

3/365

Today we met at Barnes & Noble with the little boy I watch (from here on out, Ninja) and his Mom. Ninja, aged twenty months, is into everything of course. Emmy, almost five and ever the princess, was calm while I looked around and then asked if she could go play with the trains.

I always see pictures of children on the internet that are dressed with whimsy and envy the parents whose children have such creativity. While in my heart I am a dressed up woman, we are jeans and t-shirt people. I took this today and realized that Emmy is NOT a jeans and t-shirt girl. While the majority of her clothes are one or the other, she is an ACCESSORIES girl. In this picture you cannot see her snowman pin with dangly legs, her several bracelets or the carefully chosen necklace from one Aunt Gigi.

Emily knows what she's doing. She asked me today, "Mama, can you not look so boring? I'm fancy and I want you to wear your fancy coat."

2/365

My sunglasses. Because I miss days that require them.

1/365 - Winter in Orange

This is a plant I have that I love to pieces. It thrived for a very long time and then got trunk rot. I have been trying to salvage it for about a year (funny, actually, that the plant's struggle and demise correspond to my lack of writing) and it is finally showing small signs of fresh life. I can't give up on it.

Also, my living room is lit by orange paper lanterns and I love the glow it gives off.

Project 365

Hello world, she's back. My last post was about ten months ago, and that will be changing today or I am just going to delete this. I don't do resolutions, and I don't do promises. I do, however, do goals. I have quite a few for my life (because that's how I do them... I can't just have a goal for a year and be satisfied) which will be discussed throughout this year, I'm sure.

One of those goals is something I haven't tried before. It is to begin, do and complete a Project 365. I've seen them done in other forums, but have never seen one completed by anyone I know personally. A friend of mine, one Randi Sue that I have been fortunate enough to meet in person, is beginning one in her blog for this year and I'm following suit to begin one as well.

I don't have a great camera, and I don't have a lot of time. I do have some technique but I won't be able to show that here. Maybe next year I can try to hone some skillz (yes, with a "z"), but this year, I just want proof that I'm living. Because despite evidence to the contrary, I am.