My personal history is scattered, crazy, sad, wild, fun. I have been many people in my life. This one would be the wild-child in college and beyond. Me in the orange with two best buddies, Brady and Janice in a little West Texas town, Snyder. We were wild, crazy, unpredictable, out of control. I found those jeans at an abandoned house during a party, wore them all semester without washing until my friends got so tired of seeing me in them, they held me down and ripped them to shreds.
Scuba diver in Florida, sailing in the Virgin Islands. The person snapping the picture was my deepest love. He broke my heart and left me to die.
The crazy, live-for-the-moment, girl-out-of-control vanished and in her place surfaced a mom. A role that has made me better, more patient, more loving, more thankful, more understanding, not mention fatter and more tired.
I don't know if I will be showing my warts and all in February. I thought I had taken all the bad pictures I could all ready take of myself!
over here. [sacred life]
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