A narcissistic indulgence photographing life from my seat on the train of life.
February 7, 2013
February 6, 2013
February 5, 2013
#36 angry jeans
I sewed and embroidered these onto a pair of jeans that were given to us a little worn in the knees.
Turns out the worn knees do not actually line up with The Boy's knees.
He is still pretty happy with them.
Turns out the worn knees do not actually line up with The Boy's knees.
He is still pretty happy with them.
February 4, 2013
#35 adrenaline
The Boy and I were playing a game this morning and he stopped and ran upstairs.
This usually means he needs to grab a little box of raisins or an angry bird or both.
Not long after he went upstairs I hear "that cry".
Now I do not like to generalize I do not like it when people say "oh you will understand when your a mother". For the most part humans are perfectly capable of empathizing with children no mater if you have birthed one. But Mom's DO have the ability to pick up the tone of certain cries that stop their hearts and send them running straight into a fire without conscious thought.
Apparently The Boy was attempting to liberate the marbles from the game and thought using a giant knife was the way to do it.
Just two little cuts (that bled allot) he is just fine.
The knifes are so high now I can barely reach them.
Which is fine cause just looking at them make me want to throw-up right now.
*silver lining* This event gave me such an adrenaline surge I deep cleaned the entire kitchen. The cupboards, drawers, under the stove and fridge are all shinning now.
February 3, 2013
February 2, 2013
February 1, 2013
#32 38 is the BOMB
To celebrate my 38th birthday.
I wanted to "bomb" downtown Ottawa with some fun randomness
So I roped a good friend into my plans and fun was had.
Some "bombs" were random acts of kindness most were random acts of silliness. :)
So in an exception to my one photo a day blog here is 38 photos for 38 fabulous years.
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we left tones of these rocks around |
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A good old fashioned hand written and snail mailed letter to a dear old friend. |
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left in public restrooms |
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quotes on bus seats |
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fun cards left on random benches |
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on mirrors in public restrooms |
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we left lots of random sticky notes around "don't let the muggles get you down" |
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giving random inanimate objects life :) |
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put this on a mirror in a lingerie store |
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taped quarters onto all the candy machines we could find |
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really wish I could have seen the next person open this up |
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strangers loved the mustaches |
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