Sunday, February 22, 2015

My Epic Mom

 This is my mom.  {You've met her before.}  She's pretty epic.


She doesn't like being called epic, though.


One time we went river rafting.  The raft guide was like:


And mom was like:


And he was like:







And what do you know.




How does she do that??

When my fiance broke off the wedding, my mom felt really bad for me.


So we went to Disneyland!

This is a picture of me in front of the Jolly Holiday Bakery.  This is my favorite place in the park, because it's themed Mary Poppins.  <3 <3 <3 <3



Let's zoom in and take a look at that gorgeous stained glass penguin.

 I'm watching you.

Adorable, right?  

But wait...zoom in even closer--


...And you can see my friend Renee, taking the picture!

And if you zoom in even closer--


Can you see it?  No?

Okay, let's zoom in a little more.

THERE it is!


It's Mickey Mouse, beating a kid with a baseball bat.  And who says Disneyland isn't the happiest place on Earth??

Anyway, back to the stained glass penguin.


My mom couldn't help notice how much I loved that stained glass penguin {I might've been licking the glass} and she decided to make it for me.  My mom is pretty marvelous with stained glass.



She started by having me make a pattern of it.


I changed it a little from the original window to make it a little closer to the cartoon penguins in the movie.

Mom took the pattern and did her magic.


It turned out beautiful.



Thanks, mom :) :)




Thursday, February 12, 2015

As Seen at my Aunt's House





David loves dem roll up pancakes.

Saturday, January 31, 2015

My Totally I̶r̶r̶a̶t̶i̶o̶n̶a̶l̶ Rational Fears

Is it weird that I want bus drivers to like me?


I was thinking about this the other day.  Like, why does it matter if I'm on their good side?


I've never seen the same driver twice.  It's kind of an irrational fear.


But then I thought


Is it really that irrational?


I mean, nothing's really stopping THIS


from happening.



















Later...



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Another Totally Rational Fear I have:

Why waiters scare the tar outta me.