Looking through someone else's eyes.
Hubs has started this new thing where he takes pictures or videos of me, and I have no idea until I see them posted later. I'm not a girly girl. Makeup rarely touches my skin. Fixing my hair normally involves brushing it after I shower and throwing on headband or 'hippie' do-rag. Given the choice, I'm outside, so during the summer, hot and sweaty is how I roll. Needless to say, I'm nowhere close to model material. I saw the latest picture this morning, and, not gonna lie, pre
Communication FAIL!
Oh my goodness, when it comes to communication, I am a massive FAIL! Do a blog post. Do a blog post. Do a blog post. I hear this all the time, but let's face it, I'm boring. Why the heck would anyone want to read a blog from moi? So here's my lame attempt. (You can quit laughing now!) In the first part of May, we had . . . (Wait for it!) . . . SNOW FLURRIES! Seriously! Now, those of you who know me, know God meant for me to live on a tropical island! Talk about not following
