SPF: spewing tuna fish makes for a lame spf. sorry.

Another week just snuck up on me and I didn’t have the time or energy to put the thought into like I wanted to. I owe you all something, so I am going to do what I do best, be honest.  I hope the pictures explain it.

Something I have Outgrown:

I thought of putting all the pairs of jeans gathering in my closet having a happy size 10 party or the sweatshirts that for some reason are to short in the arms.  Do your arms get longer as you get older?
Instead of give you..

I have outgrown the childish game of getting my sister drunk and putting ‘the underwear’ on her head and taking pictures while she is passed out.  That is so childish and I will not take part in it anymore.  I mean, until I find the place she hid them last!!

Something I have overcome:

This. I have over come THIS. I know it doesn’t look like much to you, but growing up here and what this house symbolizes is HUGE for me.  I’ve let go of all that stuff that happened and the people we were when we lived here.
I need help with…

Smiling through the pain.  I was going through my pictures today trying to find a picture that suits the theme, because I was sick all day and sleeping when I wasn’t throwing up tuna fish and didn’t have time to actually shoot the pictures.
This picture was taken the day after a very tragic event in my families lives.  My brother, the dorky one between my sister and I, drove all the way from Oregon to be there for our family during this time.
It’s strange, how during that time we managed to make each other smile and laugh.  Maybe my ‘need help’ should be reconnecting with my family that I feel so isolated from.  I miss my mom. I miss laying in bed with her and talking about lame things.  I miss my sister and how we can manage to laugh at everything and sit quietly in each other’s company and enjoy what’s going on around us…and then laugh about it.  I miss my brother Michael when he’s really in the mood to talk. He tells me lame jokes and I look at him like he’s a moron and he throws things at me.
I miss my heated debates with my dorky brother, Barry when he gets all fired up about something and then you just look at him and say, “Bar, dig yourself?” and he starts laughing.  Jerry, whoa…I love him SO much.  Him and I have gotten so close in the past few years and I LOVE LOVE LOVE him.

I want us all together…I want the medication only my family can give me.

DID YOU PLAY?  hopefully you didn’t get all mushy and gushy like I did.