future is so bright

going to reno

today we are going to reno.

weather in reno:





















i am a cold weather person. i enjoy summer. i enjoy being warm. i like to feel a warm breeze against my skin. this "warm" i am talking about maxes out at about 75. then i become cranky and uncomfortable*. but i am a cold weather person. this means i feel most comfortable in a hoodie, and under a down comforter with a cup of cocoa.

*unless i am in hawaii because tropical hawaii heat is in it's own magical category


so....90's....i will turn an obnoxious shade of red. i will look like i might vomit. someone will probably, at some point, ask me if i am ok and if i need to sit down.


here is my mom and a butterfly. can you see it? it is flying. (quite the action shot)















i went to the pacific science center yesterday and was reminded that i don't like to be around strange children. and i was also reminded that people are stupid. i know i sound like an asshole right now.

example: when entering the butterfly exhibit you are told a few rules. these rules are also on a couple signs at the entrance of the exhibit. the big rule is "do not touch the butterflies". this seems pretty simple to me....but upon entering the exhibit, stupid children of stupid parents pick up butterflies by their fragile wings and toss them in the air like they are confetti. stupid parents do nothing but watch and/or encourage.


what is wrong with people?

montana and weddings

first of all, i got a new camera...so expect more photos. i mean A LOT of photos.



















missoula. it was hot. they have a fantastic farmers market. they also have a craft market with homemade jewelry and soap and pottery....and bongs. and there was a guy selling animal pelts and skulls.

i have pictures of all of this and will post them to my flickr soon.

















this is what graffiti looks like in missoula.

















courtney was one of the first people i met in college. her dorm room was right next to mine. i thought she was someones younger sister because she looked about 12. and she thought i was a total bitch because the first thing i said to her was "is that a hickey on your neck"? (i have always had a problem with being subtle). we were quick friends and caused trouble all over missoula. we got kicked out of frat houses and bars. anyway, she is by far the coolest girl i know. she kills deer. she can fix anything. she used to be a park ranger and would ride a horse into the wilderness and camp for weeks. and she is funny. she can out drink anyone. and she is pretty. honest. she stayed with me after riley was born for 3 weeks and i did not want her to leave. she makes the best lasagna.

now she is married.

i had fun taking some pictures of their wedding to prepare for this weekend where i will be a wedding photographer for sam and shelly. yay! oh, and i did her makeup!

for more of courtney and mark's wedding photos go here.

evolution of hair

so emo.
















to blond and damaged














very damaged












to nice grow out
















to short again










and back to fluffy grow out














bangs to the side














bangs clipped back















muppet.

the fridge

i grew up in a very nice house. in the house was a nice kitchen. the kitchen had a refrigerator. the refrigerator door was covered with a wood panel that matched the cabinetry. it matched so perfectly that visitors would have a hard time finding it.

there were no tacky magnets with quotes. there were no grocery lists, recipes, school photos, postcards, or reminders of upcoming events. those were all kept on my mom's desk.

i am one of those weirdos that will go to people's houses and stare at their refrigerator. i feel like you look into the heart of a home by looking at what is on the fridge. i love my friend caroline's fridge. she has all these homemade magnets of naked women. some of them have outfits that you can mix and match. she has these little bendy monkeys with magnets on the paws. she has beautiful postcards and pictures of her from another time...with short spiky hair and black eyeliner. and amanda has a beautiful black and white picture of her daughter as a tiny little bundle. when her smile took over her entire face and her arms looked like donuts.


i love our fridge. i love the rotating artwork by riley. eggpeople. robots. snowmen. our family. pictures from trips. random magnets. tons of polaroids.

i love how it has become a messy collage of our life.

i wonder what our fridge says about us.

8 things that make me angry

cancer. i dislike you, cancer. stay the hell away from my family. if i ran into cancer in a dark alley, i would totally bash it's face in with a two by four. then i would be like "what's that cancer, i can't hear you....what? you are sorry? well so am i..." and i would kick cancer in the gonads. and then jump up and down on cancer's stomach like a trampoline.

i have no picture for this. it doesn't deserve one.


i really REALLY don't like to see animals in human clothing. The worst possible example of this is a baby chimp in overalls. The mental image of this alone makes me want to scream. I also don't like it when people dress up their dogs in little doggie outfits. it gives me serious heebiejeebis. i admit that this is one of the most clever of examples, but it still bothers my soul:



















dust bunnies. what are they and where do they come from. really. and why do they have a cute name...when they are so disgusting. i would prefer a real bunny under my chair. like this one:














my left blinker stopped working. so did my cd player. and i need new brakes. and new tabs. i dislike my car. i want to sell it and get a smart car. or a bicycle.













there is some type of aggressive weed taking over the yard. it has spikes. thick, sharp thorns. and i think the tips are laced with poison. and it has roots to china. it's leaves look like the face of satan (that is not true, but they should). it grows from a tiny shoot into an eight foot tree in about a minute. i need a chainsaw.



















my hair is really pissing me off. it is in the ugliest grow out place. i look like a muppet. (with this thought i just franticly started hacking away at it with tiny scissors from my manicure set. i don't think it helped).



















it makes me angry that this bed does not belong to me. so dreamy.


















i am a little peeved that there is no chocolate in the house right now.
i almost bought chocolate today that had bacon pieces in it. why didn't i? i don't know. because i am dumb. oh man i wish i had some bacon chocolate right now.

a year of weddings

i just bought 2 bottles of vodka.
it is going to be a good night.


oh missoula, missoula, missoula.

this weekend i will return to the big sky. i will get a huckleberry milkshake. i might go to the silver dollar for a pbr tallboy and keno. hopefully this time i won't get chased out by an angry mob of bridesmaids. (note: montana brides have no sense of humor when you steal their veil off their head.....why does montana bring the worst out of me?)

i will drive by my old house and silently weep.

i am doing my friends makeup for her wedding on saturday. and....well....if you know me, you understand why that is scary. i really want to do shimmery blue eyeshadow and hot pink cheeks....and something shimmery on the lips....you know keep it real to montana style.

then, the next weekend, we are going to reno....for another wedding. (dan's brother, sam and his awesome soon to be wife, shelly). riley get's to be a flower girl again, which she is ecstatic about. and this time i get to take photos!!! of their wedding! like a REAL photographer.



notes from dream last night:

i was miniature, like i shrunk to the size of a quarter.
i jumped off buildings and floated down with an umbrella.
like mary poppins.
i was not the only miniature person. there were lots of us.
i climbed into a random house through the mail slot.
i was looking for a clue to solve a crime.
this was easy and difficult as a tiny person.
i saw a lot of clues big people couldn't see.