365 days of living...a picture (or a few) EVERY DAY for one full year, and an examination into a life less ordinary.
Saturday, December 31, 2011
December 31, 2011
Okay, so I suck at blogging. Turns out October through now was too full and I did not meet my goal of stopping to take a picture every day. I am re-setting that goal for myself this year, although I will cut myself some slack and not feel so guilty if I miss one day - if I am too busy and happy to remember my camera, I am okay with that. :) Here's to a fabulous and less forgetful 2012!
Monday, October 3, 2011
September 13, 14, 15 and 16, 2011
September 13, 2011
Work work work! Got this great new resource book.
September 14, 2011
Getting my new couch tomorrow, so here's my last view of free living space!
September 15, 2011
Cut this out from a magazine (Real Simple, of course) and I'm planning on ordering some to finish decorating the kitchen. So cute!
September 16, 2011
Dinner at KFC. Not proud, just honest.

September 14, 2011
Getting my new couch tomorrow, so here's my last view of free living space!
September 15, 2011
Cut this out from a magazine (Real Simple, of course) and I'm planning on ordering some to finish decorating the kitchen. So cute!
September 16, 2011
Dinner at KFC. Not proud, just honest.
September 11, 2011
10 years ago today, I was at Lafayette High School. We watched the footage in Spanish class, and I distinctly remember one girl seeing the shadow of the second plane pass the first tower. Her gasp was audible in a pin-drop-silent room and we all watched in horror as the tragedy grew. After only about 30 minutes of the news, there was a bomb threat (happened a lot in those days) and we were all shepherded out into the front and back of the school. After being outside for hours due to the horrific news unfolding from the Northeast and police squads being unable to pronounce the school safe, we were all moved onto the football field, where we were to either stay the rest of the day or be checked out by a parent. My mother came from work and picked up me and several of my friends, after which she went home and we went to Jessica's house. Amid all the terror and pain, I remember being comforted by having my friends surround me and the afternoon was only tolerable because I was with people I loved, clinging to the moments we had left before the rest of our lives became "post 9-11".