Me, last night, after a late afternoon coffee.
On a hike.
The way I felt after eating all my food by 9:48 in the morning.
High stools, high stakes.
Me, in winter.
The way I’m feeling these days.
SWF seeking inner peace.
I’ve got to say, I loved the tutu and the slippers. I wore these around the house long after I quit ballet.
I’m kind of feeling like Arnold Schwarzenegger
What is the meaning of all of this?
Getting my Tai-Chi on.
Not a good way to start a Monday morning.
My walking attire this week.
The preteen years are tough on everyone.
Me, celebrating five day freedom.
Workin’ on my squat.
Not the most natural position to spend two hours in.
Not into the poly scene.
Calling all slightly artsy, Alaskan lumberjack-looking guys…I have terrible Microsoft paint skills though, and this dude turned out looking like a 1950s Latin American revolutionary in a bad Christmas shirt rather than like the kind of guy I might be interested in. Oops.
This does not make me want to come hither.
Sunlight brings out the red in my hair.
Proximity to your toilet does not make you look sexier.
I just can’t party the way I used to.
Working on my fitness.
My Microsoft Paint masterpiece. Self-portrait in spray-brush.
Attempts at computer art. A flower in the sun.
Alfie. This looks nothing like Alfie in real life. In fact, this creature looks half dog half bat.
Here I discovered spray paint brush.
It turns out I’m not a very good graphic artist. But this is supposed to be me as a super hero (pajamas superhero?) with very large, round ears.
Compared to the entire universe, I’m actually quite thin.