Flying Mermaid, playing

Why, who’s that, hiding behind the flower?

Oh look, it’s the Flying Mermaid!

Giant birthday glasses. And yes, I’m going to buy them to wear throughout my birthday weekend (and yes I realize I’m blurry and the background is clear. Damn macro mode and forgetting to switch out)

Finding my inner rock star

Photos from a Saturday in Durham

Cowboy boots as a flower stand

Bat your lashes

These boots are made for walking

Coolest. Rain boots. Ever. And a Ken doll.

Clouds of girly fluff

Funky shoelaces

Fun hair

Rock star wig divas

I can’t get no….

Books in a pub. Made me all swoony.

Happy Birthday Dad!

I love you, Dad! I hope you have a great, wonderful birthday, sorry I’m not there to celebrate with you.

Love Pumpkin

The Flying Lush

Looks like I sure know how to put them back, doesn’t it? These were taken by SheHangsBrightly when we went out last night with some of my friends.

I didn’t actually have anything to drink (and I almost never do, in reality) but when the waitress put all these shot glasses on the table in front of me, we had to do something with them!

Friday’s Feast

Appetizer

When you drink soda/pop/coke, do you prefer to drink it from the bottle, a can, or after pouring it into a cup?

If I have it, I like glass bottles, like IBC or Izze

Soup

What television show are you willing to stay up late to watch?

Heroes or Chuck (they are not on late, but I would stay up late to watch them!)

Salad

Name one person, place, or thing you think of as brilliant.

I think B is pretty brilliant

Main Course

Would you be willing to work 4 10-hour days instead of 5 8-hour days in order to save gas?

Hell yes, and to get three day weekends every week, sign me up!

Dessert

If you were a superhero, what would you call yourself?

Mighty Red, of course!

To see more Friday’s Feast, click here.

Action sequence

The Graceful Warrior*

Child of the moon, born of the gods

She was at once water and earth

Sunlight in her eyes

fire in her soul

With the first step, her journey began,

placed in a battle of her own making,

enemies created from both loves and hates

Time and again, she fell, turned off track

as silver streams coursed her face.

Fighting blind, searching for what was lost and could bring her home

The image burned and kept her true.

Others, battle worn with scars invisible,

faltered and were left alone with their fears.

Only the warrior, graceful and beautiful in her fight,

Only she carried on

face to face with a lifelong fear

a fear she had known so long it was almost a friend

She drew her sword, aimed from the heart

and tasted her freedom wild and sweet.

*Kelly Ann translates to Graceful Warrior woman, and I have always loved that

For B the Bike

Doors

I love the possibilities of doors. Don’t you?

Some recent photos