Three hundred and sixty five out of three hundred and sixty five. I just typed that. I'm a little bit shocked. First, because I actually did it and second, because it's actually finished.
Well, almost.
It's my birthday today. I'm 26 years old. Which means that this blog is officially outdated!
I woke up late after a pretty sleepless night. Late breakfast and lounged around. It was kind of lame and sad and boring. But finally, I made myself get up and go sit at an undisclosed location that happens to have really good bread and soup and coffee and, maybe I've been there quite a few times in the last week...
I treated myself to a 3:00 lunch and coffee while I worked on my computer for a few hours.
After awhile my mom showed up and after a few more cups of coffee, we met my dad and Rachel for dinner.
Rachel painted me this really beautiful card! It goes well with my mojito, no?
It doesn't take much.
All I wanted was some Tex Mex. Enchiladas with chile con carne and lots of cheese and beans and chips and salsa. Don't ask me why.
After like, two bites, I was full. But I kept on truckin'.
Sad that I couldn't finish my beans.
Me and Sister.
Me and Sister and card.
The reason for my being.
Free flan to go...
in the TRASH!!
Seriously, flan is scary. But free dessert is free dessert.
This is the real deal.
Trying to figure out how I can eat the entire thing, probably.
Hmm...flan or homemade dark chocolate cake?
Well, this looks and feels like a fat deposit...
And this looks and feels like heaven...
Guess who joined in Happy Birthday?
The other sister.
Who, by the way, sent me ten e-cards today. This one:
And a few others. She's just lovely.
I'm amazed at her singing voice!
I like cake.
My walrus impression!!!!!
White on the outside, black on the inside. Just like me.
And just like that...it was over.
Sike!
Come back tomorrow. I've got something special for ya.
Tuesday, January 18
365/365
Thursday, November 18
303/365
Two months to go. I know I said I'd post a picture of myself every 18th and I'm counting this one for many reasons. First, because yesterday's post featured more than enough pictures of me, blurry or not. Second, my feet are still me. And I figure when I'm 95 and looking through scrapbooks of old internet pages through my special computer glasses or recalling a photo from a memory chip in my brain, I'll want to remember how hot my feet looked in these shoes that I tried on today when I went shopping with Mimi and Amber.
I'm not a shoe person, really. I like barefoot, sandals, or boots. But recently...I see the appeal. And I definitely see the appeal of heals. Why not? I'm tall. Deal with it.
Today was a really great day. I left with my dad - he went to work, I went to my grandparent's house. Within the first hour they had me crying at the breakfast table. They are so sweet and they know just what verse to read, what to say about it, and what to pray about. They also know what advice to give, most of the time without even knowing why they are giving it. My grandparents are so relevant in my life.
I'm helping my grandpa out with a new project for his ministry and I'm just incredibly excited about the things we talked about today. It's definitely going to keep me busy.
After a productive morning we all went for BBQ. Met up with my dad, Chris, and one of their super employees who goes to our church and is my favorite worship leader...also Amber and Keane were with us. Keane and I had some awesome cousin-bonding time today. We are so tight.
I love BBQ. I discovered that I love ribs. I was convinced I could be a vegetarian a year ago. What's with that?
Chris wanted me to go to this bakery in downtown Weatherford afterwards. Ummmm I can see why. Can you?
Red velvet cake ball, pumpkin cake ball. So awesome. So rich. I couldn't finish.
This is so totally up my alley. I just want to have a bakery like this and wear amazing heals while I bake pumpkin...everything. And there will be a wall completely covered in books. It will be whimsical. And I'll be taller than everyone there and people will love the tall freak in the whimsical bakery that for some reason has multiple copies of the Narnia books just sitting around. My future life is so rad.
Monday, October 18
272/365
Here I am at one of the most beautiful golf clubs in the world, or something. It's called Windsor Golf and Country Club and it's just down the street from KKV, where we were volunteering this morning. We had to stop by to look into wedding packages for Faustin's brother. I decided that if I have to post my picture today since it's the 18th, I'd like to have a pretty background! It really was nice there. It looked like a castle and the food was beautiful! Also, everyone there was super rich. We just walked through and they treated us like queens. So crazy that it's just down the street form KKV, an orphanage housing almost 60 kids, facing a water shortage. Oh, the juxtaposition of it all.
For my 25 9/12th birthday won't you consider giving to Joy Springs: Project 8?? :)
Saturday, September 18
242/365
Welp, it's the 18th. Today Kevin, Faustin and Sarah graduated from their life coaching classes. These guys are my brothers and I only have a few pictures with them. Don't they look snazzy? They like to dress nice. I wouldn't even be in this picture if it weren't the 18th. Too bad I made a promise.
But seriously, I love my brothers! We've been friends (siblings) for over 4 years now. Now they're all grown and getting married! Time flies, for real.
Speaking of time flying...I'm 25 and 8 months today. 8 months, right? I can't count without my fingers. Makes for interesting times when I'm trying to tutor physics. Can you believe I actually AM using sine and cosine in "real life"? If I hadn't of learned about those ridiculous things in high school I'd never been able to tutor the precious girl at KKV. So, it's kinda real life.
Mmmk I'm gonna go celebrate by cooking some Thai food.
Wednesday, August 18
212/365
We had an adventure today! To prepare for the family reunion, Pastor Chola and Miss Pauline took us to the Marikiti Market in the city. Vendors sell fruits and vegetables like watermelons, tomatoes, onions, garlic, cilantro, potatoes, cabbage, bananas, and oranges. It’s HUGE.
If you are a white person in Africa you are called “mzungu” and apparently mzungus don’t ever, EVER, go to this market. So today when we walked in to the crowded, loud marketplace we were surrounded and bombarded. Everywhere people were yelling “Mzungo!” and “British!” (?) and we had SO many people wanting to help us. Pastor Chola wouldn’t let us bring anything with us so the only thing I had in my pockets was a bobby pin. No earrings, no make-up. Fine by me.
But people weren’t really interested in stealing from us, they were more interested in touching our skin or starring at Amy’s blonde hair. One man wanted me to work for him for 20 shillings (about 24 cents). I said no. He said how much? I said BILLIONS. Then he said his heart was rich! But I said nope! Show me the money! And then I said my heart is taken anyway (Jesuuuuuus comin’ through)! But he was pretty nice, anyway.
Another man asked me what I ate to make my skin so white. I said apples. The next thing I know he’s tapping on my shoulder and I turn to see him halfway through a Granny Smith! He asked me why his skin wasn’t turning color...I told him to give it an hour.
Amy literally had a woman walk by her and stop in her tracks just to stare at her hair.
Miss Pauline had to buy 50 cabbages for the reunion and she’s used to spending about 20-40 shillings per cabbage. But because she was with mzungus, the first vendor asked for 150 shillings! She threw that thing down and walked away. Seconds later Pastor Chola asked for the same cabbage (the mzungus far from sight), and he quoted him 90 shillings. He ended up getting them for 40.
All in all we ended up with two huge bags of cabbages, one or two of potatoes, one of carrots, half a bag of oranges, onions, garlic, ginger...SO MUCH food! These bags are at least 3 feet tall. Enough to feed 100, at least. Once everything was purchased a man put it all on the cart and brought it to the car. I really wanted to pull the cart - you see men on the side of the road all the time pulling them! It created quite a laugh when I started to pull it away and almost hit a car. It looked like I was going to hit it, but I didn’t! That makes me a true Kenyan!
Right now we are at the Chola’s at Shiro is giving me a hairstyle. It’s kind of awesome to come to Africa with long hair because everyone wants to feel it and I don’t mind that at all! We’re staying here tonight because we are leaving for Taita around 5 in the morning. I got my backpack all ready...pretty pumped for this.
Sunday, July 18
182/365
I'm 25.5 today. That means I still have six months to get really interesting. And it's about to get really interesting.
Rachel and I begrudgingly climbed out of our luxurious hotel bed early this morning and drove home to Texas. It was a pretty sweet drive. I enjoyed it and I only felt really tired once. I was home for ten minutes before I got right back in the car and drove to wedding rehearsal no. 2. A few hours there, then I drove back home, picked up Rachel, stopped for an errand, and went out to Grapevine Mills.
As we were driving back from our 1.5 hours of shopping (we are efficient, I think), Rachel noticed a rainbow! Heck yeah! "That makes for an awesome picture of the day," I was thinking to myself. But then I asked Rachel what the date was. Please don't be the 18th. Please don't be the 18th.
And you know how that ends. So we came up with a great idea: me WITH the rainbow! And I thought it'd look cool to have a rainbow coming out of my chest like a Care Bear. Hearts and love everywhere! You color my world! Spread care! And stuff.
It's there.
Promise it's there.
This happened, too. Untouched photo....pure God right there.
Six more months, ya'll. Six more months.
Friday, June 18
152/365
I'm feeling a little depressed. This blog is really not about photography at all, is it? People seem to think I'm a good photographer but the truth is, it's about one in a million for me. I normally just share the good ones. That way, people think I'm good.
But when I'm blogging every day and some days you're supposed to post a picture of yourself but you accidentally wore a bathing suit all day even though you only swam for 15 minutes at 9:30 AM...but you still wore the suit on no less than four errands and then to babysit later that day...and so you didn't shower...and then you had a killer work out right after you ate a killer sno-cone...
I mean, those days I just don't have the time to take a million photos and pick out the one.
I actually took a real photo on my real camera after said work out. I figured I'd show you my drenched clothes and rat nasty hair. It's real. It's honest.
But I'm house sitting and I left my camera chord at home. So Photo Booth pic it is.
That is why I'm feeling a little depressed.
But I'm wondering...what's better for you guys? A really great photo or maybe a slew of photos I take throughout the day that give you a better peak?
Basically, are you artsy or a stalker? Both are weird. Believe me.
Aaaand good bloggers probably don't call their readers weird, do they?
I'll just talk to y'all later.
Tuesday, May 18
121/365
We got library cards today. This was the first book I saw. It's a kid's book. I thought of my friend, Misti, so I took this picture for her.
This book has NOTHING to do with me.
I checked out 4 cookbooks and one guilty pleasure book.
That book has NOTHING to do with cats.
Unless there happens to be a cat that walks around Mystic Falls. And that's the only clue you're gonna get.
Happy eighteenth!
Sunday, April 18
Thursday, March 18
60/365
Happy 18th of March! I'm 25 and three months today. To celebrate, I got my hair cut and made this apple tart.
I also spent some time with a few amazing ladies in my family. We went to a cafe that I love in downtown Weatherford called Whistle Hill Cafe.
I really wanted a picture of this. But it was really sunny and I didn't notice that there were people trying to get out of the cafe or see my mother on the other side of the door who was trying to get my attention/explain to the nice people why the weird girl had to get every possible angle of the door.
I felt really bad and they said that they'd blame me for losing their jobs and I yelled after them, "I'm sorry but you could give your jobs to me! I kinda need one!" But upon second thought, they were wearing business attire. I don't really want a job that won't let me wear cowboy boots every day.
Erg...I mean in a stylish way. Not in a hauling manure and calf nuts way.
This kept me interested for all of two seconds until...
this little exchange happened.
Gosh that's sweet. Note to Keane: she'll kiss you all the days of your life. You don't ever have to grow out of that!
So much love.
Oh whoa! I have four minutes until tomorrow! And my contacts are burning and my dog is snoring and my bed is calling. Now it's two minutes until tomorrow because I can't decide how to end this! How about goodbye? Goodbye. Until tomorrow, goodbye.
PS - Scroll down for extra pictures from the trip yesterday. It was a good 'un.
Thursday, February 18
32/364
Today is the 18th which means that I'm 25 and one month. Every 18th I'm posting a picture of myself so we can all see how much I grow!
I'm sitting in my room. I bought a ton of bedding today for the new bed that I don't have. But things were on sale and I just love new bedding so much. Things are definitely coming along.
A month ago I would have thought I'd be in Austin by now. But I'm still home, and that's okay. I feel very confident that it's where I'm supposed to be. So I need to create my own space because I've been without it for almost two months. The whole house is a mess because of me. I'm setting things straight!
I hope y'all like my month-old blog. I think it's a keeper.
Monday, January 18
1/365
I'm 25 today! This is what I look like when I'm 25. This is what I look like in my new favorite-ever birthday present - cowboy boots. It's a sunny, warm afternoon. Much unlike the freak freeze that I was born in.
This picture represents me being 25 and living with my parents. Because I'm 25 and I'm sitting in front of my parents' house. If any day is a day for a quarter-life crisis, this is it.
Happy birthday to me! Welcome to my 25th year!