nighttime

I will commence this yearly post with a sound byte, captured a few nights ago. Todd had fallen asleep around 9:30 PM, and as hard as I tried, I couldn't do the same. I stayed up for a few more hours and a few times during the night, Todd spoke. He made a whirring or buzzing sound for about 45 seconds, and then started talking.

This was the tail-end of his ramblings:

out of context

ALN: "Did you just call me 'gymnast'?"
CDB: "You know, now that I think of it... yeah. Why is Jake [Gyllenhaal] still in the clouds with you?"

mustachio'd

If you have a feeling like I stayed up until three perfecting my mustache, you might be right.

P.S. Please don't judge. And if you're going to, don't click to enlarge the photo.

ouch

When I was a little bitty girl, I was the kid in the family that was never afraid of creepy crawlies and slithery things. This distinction made me the default assistant for when my dad needed to photograph the various creatures that he had captured or needed to document. On most occasions these animals were insects, but on very special occasions, they were reptilian. My dad and I would carefully pose the animal, whether it was a lizard, a gecko, or a snake.

With snakes, you had to be extra quick because they ran the risk of slithering out of a pose faster than their pedestrian friends. To ensure a good photo would come from the shoot, we'd have to take many shots. Between each one, I would have to reach down and shield the snake with my hands in order to intimidate it into staying frozen. Most of the time, the subject of the photo would comply and shrink away from my hands and closer to the ground.

The other day, however, this was not the case. As we photographed this particular snake, she had the spine to snap up and defend herself. Before I knew it, there was blood slipping down my arm from a couple little puncture wounds. My dad saw the cuts and asked if I was okay, while calmly reassuring me that this snake wasn't poisonous in the least bit. I, on the other hand, went completely white as I just stared at the little marks like a deer in the headlights. After I realized that it didn't really hurt, I got cleaned up and we finished the shoot.









...check that off the list of Things to do Before I Die, right?

+ [Check the date stamp, lovers. Poisson d'Avril. XOXO]

out of context

Nate: but it still sees teeth
it turns a blindthird eye to eveything but teeth

1st & 3rd

I found Jesus on First and Third.

Honestly?

tangles

How does this happen?!

In one little load of laundry, eleven pieces of clothing got wrapped up in an abysmal tangle that took me at least three minutes to unravel.

Woven between everything was one little pair of underwear. There was even a veritable knot in one sleeve.

Seriously.