LAST DAY OF THE PHOTO CHALLENGE (which really turned out to be more of a scavenger hunt, lol). This house was all lit up for Christmas this past year, and you really had to see it up close to take in the charm. It was bee-you-ti-ful. Next to moonlight, sparkly Christmas lights are Nighttime’s best accessory.
My youngest brother (my baby), was an all-star basketball player in high school. Sniff sniff, those days are gone, but I still have the memories of him playing in those nail-biting games. I attended all the games I could, and I was so proud to see him out on that floor, showing ’em all his stuff. (I love basketball, period, by the way).
Two friends of mine goofing around at a thrift shop.
One of my essay questions on a high school assignment was: if you were stranded on a deserted island (original, I know), what three items would you take with you? My answer for one of these is still the same as it was then. My parents bought this 12-volume collection for me when I was about six or seven. They saw that I liked books, and they knew that eventually I would be able to read the content of these massive tomes (they were massive tomes to me at the time, but in a post J.K. Rowling/Terry Goodkind world, I am now educated on what tomes actually are).
The books have abridged versions of everything spanning various mythologies and pieces of classic literature, and the illustrations are elegant in their old-worldliness. I love these books and will keep them forever. I’ll be an old, gummy woman with bifocals you could serve dinner on, and the MY BOOK HOUSE volumes in their white and pastel motif will still be mine. Have you gotten that they are to me what the One Ring is to Frodo, Smeagol, and the rest of the Middle-earth fellowship?
My cousin’s son. It was his first time staying up the whole time until New Year’s Day, and his first sparkler. He was completely mesmerized.
We’re winding down here, folks. This is a road in the heart of Viejo San Juan in Puerto Rico. A little travel tidbit – the locals say it’s best to visit Old San Juan during the daytime, preferably before six o’clock. The area sees some petty crimes after hours. I did go out to eat dinner at a swanky restaurant one night, and this little piece of info. kept poking my brain. So, naturally, like a dork, I kept looking over my shoulders as if I was a bad actress in a noir film. Nonetheless, if you ever get the chance to walk the roads of San Juan, do. There’s a lotta heat, color, and life to be seen there.
1: Congratulations to my friend, the Friendly Librarian, for becoming a World Book Night Giver! You share those books with the world, woman!
2: I was going to come up with a more creative way to show clouds, but then thought, “You know what, Self, clouds are pretty damn nice even if you know what to expect.” Thus, this.
I had a whole lotta people staring at me like I was loco because I was standing in front of these peppers this afternoon, taking a picture. Sometimes I make myself laugh…and call myself weirdo. I think it looks, pretty, though.
I’ve already shared this photo with you as part of my About Me page, but this is freedom to me. An open stretch of highway, a car, and an iPod full of your favorite music.
Talking about freedom, Happy President’s Day everyone!
It’s such a beautiful day here today. The kind of day where you just want to be outside and take in the gorgeousness of the weather and the surroundings. I saw this outside a local house, and he looks like such a grumpy ol’ sun, I just had to take a picture of him.