And we’re back. I was too busy slurping a cookout milkshake and watching Breaking Dawn Part 1 with Christine and her dog, Dobby (Yes, Harry Potter) to post my photos. Also, it snowed yesterday and I spent the evening fantasizing about the wing spans of snow angels.
Here are the photos:
My mom needs her own cake show on TLC. It could be called Bea-Dazzled, or Honey Bea’s, or See Bea Bake. I could do this all day. The picture above is my nephew’s fourth birthday cake bea-dazzled in homemade white chocolate lego men, my mother’s fancy icing script, and lego candies.
This is my “everything, everywhere” notebook. It’s called: The “Miss Blue, Pleated Skirt” Notebook. Why…I’m not sure, I didn’t write my reasoning down. I named it several months ago on the day I finished my last notebook. It was started on October 20th at the teen center (says the inside cover). On day 44, I spent three hours playing Phase 10. Jaquan beat me by ten points, by the end we all felt like we had just fought a hefty battle across roaring seas.
My cat has a favorite chair. It seems in the last week my father has a favorite chair. Jasper is not good at sharing. They’re a cuddling twosome instead, even though my cat is the farthest thing from cuddly. He’s like an Animal Planet special on wild beasts.
I just wanted to post this one as an extra. I made my teens all a special pixie stick valentine and this is end pile. So much sugar, so little time.
Darling took me to the rose garden. It’s not growing any beauties at the moment, but it looks like something the Prince would kill for Sleeping Beauty. I can just imagine his platinum sword flying through the brambles.
My nephew needs to learn the Barney clean-up song, but until then, here is the death of a criminal after trying to rob the bank. Next to him is the valentine and birthday lego’s that we’ve been racking up. This was shot between playing power rangers throughout the house and playground. Of course, I was the nine tongue villain that chased all the small boys through slides and around swings.
My brother and sister-in-law hung my nephews creations at pre-school this week from the fire place. Not only do I believe he’ll be the next Picasso, but look at that heart, finger-painted like a small massacre.
This is my cat. If you haven’t figured out he thinks that he’s Gaston from Beauty & the Beast. Check out that smize face, Tyra would be proud. Obviously, he’s America’s Next Model.
Don’t they have these rooms in every city? Last night during Raleigh’s first snow of the year, I came across these homemade snowflakes and the quote taped to the glass of the Christian Science Reading Room. I love the blue glow of the dark.
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I am a writer, educator and genuine creative living on the coast of NC. Our house is built on sunshine with my husband BJ, dog named Tucker, and our two very sassy cats: Fromage and Jasper.