Look at these two opposite-sized pooches! It must be chaos in that house.
Such a magnificent tree and sad pooch waiting for its coffee-saturated master.
Here I am with my 11.5 week old fetus. Note the last button of my coat is in protest. Sigh. So it begins.
When conditions become this extreme, I always seem to think of times in history when electricity, grocery stores, insulated houses, and the internet were not a part of life. I wonder what manner of women I would be faced with those hardships? I'm sure, as with most evolutionary processes, I would adapt and thrive in the environment afforded me, but man - I should would miss perusing thinkgeek for nerdy kid's stuff to put on the baby registry. Instead, I would have to go churn butter or chop wood. Now I know several ladies who seem to still have that pioneer woman spirit in them, but I think that was bred out of me in my easy-living, automobile-centric, fast-food loving, Southern California childhood. But hey, not all is lost. I certainly know my way around a computer, can manage my time like a professional planner, and have a god-given penchant for eye-makeup. It's the 21st century Pioneer-ess. That's me.
One more thing. I had my 80mm lens on the camera for a while (easier to take pictures of family for holidays), and it completely uninspired me to pick up my camera. I recently changed it to the 50mm, and now I am itching to use it more and more. Now all is well.
Come again soon,