Fam dam a Lee.

Hi guys! I'd like to introduce you to my family. Just 'cause I'm not sure if you know them or not.


Meet-

my family

Dean. Padre. Sir Dean. "Big Bud"

possibly the best picture ever
taken of any family. 

Lover of- talk radio, red, steak and mushrooms, Mo Tab choir, Gemma, Chocolate milk, hiding treats in his suit coat pockets, "watching" the news, the telescope, weird phrases, and kissing mom in the kitchen.
Hater of- non collared shirts, zucchini, sandals, shorts, cottage cheese, music in the car, awkward conversations.



Melissa. Madre. Melissa Sue. In charge.
Lover of- singing into hair brushes or wooden spoons, volumized hair, singing lady gaga in the car, night gowns, talking to the dog, air conditioning on full blast, singing the wrong words of primary songs to Gemma, giving out chores, saying awkward things to make dad blush.
Hater of- when I take her hairspray, dad stealing the covers, gemma having a wet shirt, when dad's hair is messed up, Quinton not wearing a shirt.

my first birthday

Ashleigh. Ash. Big sis. the married with child one. ashlay. ashlegha
Lover of- Gemma, Nathan, telling me I need a boyfriend, salsa, laughing till tears, dates, Dr Pepper, giving me advice, drying roses, doing Gemma's hair, rolling her eyes, the name James.
Hater of- school, work, olives, me not being married with child, mushrooms, not being a stay at home mom.

Nathan. Frederico. brother/son in law.
Lover of- His camero, giving me boy advice, hamburgers, his wife and childrens, "scum", caffeine, soda,
hater of- BK, finishing ash's food, {i don't know what else he doesn't like....}

what a cute cowboy

Me. you probably know me already.
here's what they probably say about me-

this is us.

Ash and I were so stylish in our barney
shirts and ruffle socks!

who needs toys when you have laundry baskets?

Brianna. Bri. {I don't have any cool nick names :(}
lover of- love, all things cute, all things domestic, tender moments, romance, talking, orange, editing pictures, french fries, falling asleep with Gemma, cowboys, green olives, talking about Europe.
Hater of- Bananas, not having anything to do, rude men, stress, drama, Berlin, unpainted nails.

mom thought we were 80's children

Quinton. Q tip. Q bear. Q. the only brother. "little bud"

sorry i was kind of being immodest.

Lover of- showing off his muscles, being shirtless, teasing his sisters, kissing people on the cheek, scaring everyone, friends, OHS, Football, being social, meat, kissing "the chunks", ESPN.
Hater of- pickles on hamburgers, doing the dishes, being slightly hungry, mountain view, water under his chin, playing the piano.



Emilie. Ems, Emmers. emilack patty wack. youngest
lover of- Books, the bachelorette, washington, cheesy movies, trying to make me go on blind dates with her friend's older brothers, getting excited, exclamation points, thinking she's the favorite aunt, sleeping in, baby sitting.
hater of- steak, scary movies, contacts, math, being the only girl left at living at home, Quinton bugging her, having nothing to do.

woohoo!

the day we got Kandi. emilie was 4.

Kandi. Pooch. puppy. chunkers. Chunkies. Chunky. chunk meister. chunky monkey. baby. tanders. tandy. kanders. mama's girl. the chunk. spoiled. {she has a lot of nick names.}
Lover of- going "bye bye", treats, warm towels, sun bathing, cherry tomatoes, lima beans, squash, hanging her head out the window, shredding toilet paper, getting into trouble, kissing Quinton, howling when mom leaves, the OHS soccer field, grandma, mom, tummy rubs, sitting as close to people as possible, playing hide and seek.
Hater of- the mail man, cats, people not paying attention to her, her kennel, the door bell, the beauty shop, the vent, pickles, nail polish.







Caitlin. Caitlin sue. cait.
Lover of- yogurt land, dancing, being held, holding your hand, jumping on the trampoline, painting nails, her aunt Bri, sleepovers, pink and purple, being girly, swimming, cousins, disney channel, high school musical.
hater of- most foods, being bored, holding still.

when we lived in California.

Gemma. Gemmamamamamama. Gemma Bear. gems. Gemma girl.
Lover of- chocolate milk, Quinton's weird noises, peek a boo, rolling over, talking, slobbering, chewing on everything, lights, sparkly things, snuggling when she's tired, watching t.v., her bopoo {pacifier}
Hater of- car seat, going under overpasses, being hungry, not being held, taking naps.

4th of July and some funny advertisements

Hey Ya'll. 4th of July is practically my favorite holiday of all time. I don't like the huge stress holidays that make everyone cranky. 4th of july is low key.... for the most part. I still like being creative. I was asking my mom her opinion on something and she said, "I don't know, you're the only one in this family with the creative jeans" haha. 

Anyways, {have you noticed how much I say that word?? I noticed I write that word in my journal too. I need to come up with a new transition word.} I enjoyed some great American BBQ food. It was a great treat and I missed my American food for the past 2 months sometimes.  

I got to snuggle with Gemma bear.

talk about my trip.

talk with ash

it was fantastic.

I'm a fan of little triangle banners.

he dropped a hot dog right before this. haha
good work dad.

flag fruit pizza.

Funny story. My little cousins that aren't so little anymore were all playing on the hammock and they were being cute so i was going to get a picture of them all laying on it and then 2 seconds after this {which is the only picture I got of this} the whole thing tipped over and then a rule of 1 person at a time was put on it. haha. So, I didn't get a cute picture of them all snuggled on the hammock.

the cute parentals. 

and now we enter the funny advertisement section of my blog.....

these first 2 were on facebook on the SAME DAY!!!

on facebook under my religion it very clearly and openly says that I'm LDS..... 

they really want me to go to these muslim dating sites I guess. 

this one was on my email. I don't think I'll be going for a chinese girl anytime soon or in the future. 

so this is what the web thinks about me. 

A- that I really really REALLY want to marry a muslim. 

B- that I am lame and am single on Facebook so they have to tell me I need to find love online.

C- that I am lesbian and need a chinese woman. 

All of these are false. Okay, except the single part. I'm that. But I don't think I'll be searching for MR right online..... 

I'll let you know if I get any more crazy ads. 

Why do people do things that hurt them?

I came home from work today and cried.
Not because I was hurt physically, not because anything had been done to me personally, but I hurt spiritually. Not because I had done anything, but because I have a tender heart and I don't know how to not hurt, when others are struggling. Especially people close to me.

One of my work friends, when she was younger, was into drugs. She cleaned her life up and I ended up taking her baby boy's newborn pictures Like 2 years ago. I hadn't seen her in a while but she came through my line today and looked awful. No one else was in my line and I talked to her for a few minutes and she told me about how she had messed up and that her kids were taken away from her. My heart literally hurt for her. She knew she had messed up and I cannot imagine what pains she's feeling right now. I feel for her. And it breaks my heart to see people do things that mess their lives up. People that have good lives and they throw it away for what they want in the moment. She said she's doing better now and I sincerely hope she is. It broke my heart and I'm praying for her and her family.

And this didn't even come close to the feeling of what another friend's doing. Because I know/knew him better than the girl from work. And I cared/care a lot about him; he knew me better than almost any other person ever has. I can't describe the feeling that what he's doing gives me. It goes far beyond any spiritual pain I've ever felt before and I'm not even going through the trials he is. I feel sad for him but will never leave him out of my daily prayers. I hope he can feel them once in a while.

I was talking to my wonderful parents tonight about how pathetic I am for crying my face off tonight because of other people's trials. My dad told me that I was a wonderful person for caring so much. My mom told me it was a Christ-like attribute.

All I know is sometimes I wish I could just not care. To let it go and let people do whatever they are doing and not care so it never got me down. But as I think about that last sentence, I know that is a big part of who I am. I wouldn't know who I was if I didn't value other's happiness. Is overly caring bad? I think it might be.

Regardless, I hope everyone {let's be honest, we all have problems} realizes that even when they do things that aren't right, there's always a way back. Christ will open up his arms to anyone who is willing to seek him out. I want everyone to know that I believe that. There's only artificial happiness out of doing what's wrong; true happiness is only in doing what is right.


And to end on a non-serious note, my niece is the cutest thing in the entire world. I guess that was kind of serious though because I was being serious.

here's a video and picture to prove it-

This is her ripping a paper towel. Glad Ash got some of it on video. :D

look at those thighs!! I love her! All 12 pounds of her.

okay, so 2 pictures. I couldn't choose. Quinton took these. I still need to teach him how to compose a picture better. 90% of the pictures he took, half of my face is cut off and Gemma is centered. haha. 

She doesn't suck on her fingers, she CHEWS on them. 

I'm so glad she's still so little. It makes me feel like I didn't miss all that much while I was gone. Being an aunt is my favorite thing. :)

I have 8 children......

So, a blog I creep on from time to time did this, I thought i'd try it too. 

Age: 20! woo! no longer a teen.

Bedsize: twin. I've always found it weird that it's called that. 2 people normally don't share this size of bed.... And i've never met twins out of toddler hood that share a bed either. Can someone explain to me why it's called this? One day I will own biiiig bed. With even more fluffy, comfy pillows than I do now.

Chores that you hate: Bathtub scrubbing, and the kitchen floor. 

Chores that you like: laundry. It's refreshing. But what i don't like- stupid quarter feed laundry machines. I can't wait to own my own washing machine and dryer!

Dogs: My 9 year old puppy, Kandi. She's a psycho dog. But she's a cutie.

Essential start to your day: a literal run to the bathroom. 

Essential end to your day: shower, brush teeth, take contacts out, write in journal, read scriptures, pray. It's a time consuming thing, going to bed.  

Favorite color: Orange! booya! I plan on owning an tangerine orange kitchen aid mixer one day. As in end of this summer. {at the very latest, when i get wed.}

Gold or Silver: Silver. Gold looks pretty on blondes, and I haven't been blonde since my hair decided it wanted to change to dark brown in junior high. 

Height: 5'-4 3/4". I am short, therefore ever 3/4 of an inch count. I never made it to my goal heigh of 5' 4". :(

Instruments you play: Piano. kazoo. I could probably still play twinkle twinkle little star on my violin. And... I have recently learned how to whistle. 

Job title: Photographer, student, BFF, in summer-cashier, etc.

Kids: 8. Surprise! JUST KIDDING, April fools. hehe. I don't have any. But, i do have 2 nieces. Caitlin is 9 and the one in ashleigh's uterus should have been here 5 days ago. I can see that she's going to have a mind of her own. This should be exciting! Also, one day I plan on having 4-6 childrens. 

Live: In logan presently. but have lived in- Louisiana, california, washington, and Orem utah.  And this summer i'll live in Europe for 2 months. 

Mother's Name: Melissa. or mom. or mother dearest. 

Father's name: Dean. Or dad. daddy o. or padre. or big bud. 

Nicknames: I struggle in this department. Brianna doesn't have any cool nick names. Some people call me bri. ooh! and Kevin once called me BriNickDicker. But i don't have any fun inside joke nick names. It's a thing on my wish list of life. 

Overnight hospital stays: When I was birthed. 

Pet peeves: That every mormon wife/mother thinks they're a photographer. Don't get me started.

Quote from a movie or tv show: "eets okay. I make lamb" "but he's so handsome and rugged and chiseled and great" "he's on the phone, at dad's. bye dad!" "and then.... we can snuggle!" there are faaaaar too many quotes from movies. 

Right or Lefty: I prefer my right hand to write with, Cause my left hand is incompetent at legibility. But if we're just talking about what hand is prettier, it'd probably be my left hand. Also, to add to your gee whiz collection, i give you, the story of how I learned to tell what hand was left and right- I think I was a slightly dyslexic child cause the whole hold your thumb and pointer finger up to see what one made an L for left thing never ever worked for me. So, I came up with my own. I have this ginormous burn scar {that until I tell people, they think it's a birth mark} on my right arm. b-u-r-n has an "r" in it, no "l", therefore, it's my right arm. Sometimes I still have to think about it.... don't judge.

Siblings: I have some of those. big sis {with husband and child}, ash.  little bro, Q.  little sis, ems. 

Time you wake up: umm.... depends on the day and what time i have class or if i'm lazy. between 7:30 and 9, mostly.

Underwear: i haz it.

Vegetable you hate: I don't think I hate any. We'll change this to...

Fruit you hate- Bananas. sick. o. riffic. 

What makes you run late: If I shower in the morning, Blow drying my hair is a beast. My hairs don't dry fast. They like to be wet. Which is why I shower at night. then it dries while I sleep.... well mostly dries. Also, fun fact about Brianna- I'm not one of those lucky girls that only has to wash their hairs every 3 days. If I don't wash my hairs everyday, I resemble a homeless person. 

X-Rays You've Had: I had one of my stomach once. And was forced to drink this nasty chalk flavored drink thing. I think that's the only one i've had. I guess I'm not adventurous enough to break my bones. that or they're extra strong 'cause i drink lots of milk. :D

Yummy food you make: all foods, dang it! This is why i'm not thin. 

Zoo Animal: What is this asking? What zoo animal am I most like? No idea. Fav zoo animal- the penguins chasing away the birds that would fly into their area. Least fav zoo animal- any of the nasty bug display things. like cockroaches. Who displays cockroaches??

wanna play along? Do it, bandy! {name this... youtube video.}


and I have a quick funny story from last night. I was at the mall With mom, grandma, ash, and em. We were sitting in the food court eating ice cream cones and my grandma get's really excited and starts pointing frantically. "Brianna! quick! look!!" I turn around real fast. "That guy!" me, still looking and finally find the guy i think she's talking about {priesthood session just let out so there were a ton of guys in suits} but don't really see why I should be looking at him, he's walking away and can only see his back. "oh man! I wish you could have seen his face! He's attractive! You should go see him" I'm pretty sure she wanted me to go stalk the guy and marry him! I was laughing and she said "well, you're not paying attention so I have to find the attractive guys for you!" haha great, Even my grandma thinks I need help in this department. 

Funny Weekend Stories

This weekend was all around pretty funny.
I'm now going to share a few of them for you.

• I was making a few hundred cupcakes with my mom for ash's baby shower and I was goofing off and she said, "let's get down to business now." So, naturally, I start singing, "Let's get down to business, to defeat the Huns!" She doesn't say anything. About 5 minutes later {she thinks it was only 30 seconds but that's false. My story is more correct....} she excitedly says, "MULAN! that song is from Mulan." haha. it was great. I said, "you're so cool, mom" She responds, "I was thinking it was from Cinderella but then I changed my mind." haha. classic.
• Quinton at dinner tonight- Dad was talking about politics I do believe. Nothing out of the ordinary. Q says, "did you know that the unemployment rate in Japan is .01%?". Dad- "Last year at this time it was 16%! where did you hear that?" Q-"I saw it somewhere." Dad-"are you sure?" Q-"Oh, wait. Maybe that was the illiteracy rate...." Ashleigh cracked up so hard. Nathan had to calm her down 'cause he was scared her baby would come. haha
• Sunday school lesson today. I went to my dad's sunday school class. he teaches the 14 and 15 year olds I believe...? Anyways. several funny things happened here. First-One of the kids was bragging about how he kissed a cheerleader after the state championship basketball game because he promised if Orem won {GO TIGERS!} he would. something along those lines. So we find that he kissed her on the cheek. what a super star! haha. Another kid said somthing like "You're not 16! you can't date yet!" and kissing on cheek kid said, "I just kissed her, I didn't date her!" other kid- "lucky, my mom says i'm not allowed to kiss till i'm 18!" Wow. To be that young again. I don't envy them. Super awkward stage in life. Here's the thing though {attention men of all ages}- If you're going to kiss a girl, you should at least make it a good one! {but not till your mom says you can, of course.... :P}
• the other funny part of sunday school was something my dad said. For some reason he was talking about the bomb shelters and the drills they did when he was in high school and he said, "They'd give us this biscuit that tasted like it had been run over by a truck on the cement and had enough iodine in it that would help your thyroid not fall out in case of a nuclear bomb. Also they'd give you a cough drop that had enough sugar in it that would allow you to survive for 72 hours." I don't know where he comes up with some things. But, the kids totally believe him.... even though i'm 90% sure myself that it was made up.....?
• In sacrament meeting I was watching the little kids most of the time. I forget how distracting a family ward is compared to the dead silence of student wards. This little boy {about 2 probably} was playing with this girl {barely walking so around a year old} sitting on the bench behind him and they were getting too loud so the mom of the boy pulled him away and told him he needed to be "more reverent". He started crying and said relatively loud, "But I love her!" Oh, my, lucky, stars. How incredibly cute is that??? He's going to grow up to be a romantic! It was quiet frankly the cutest thing i've seen in a long time. I hope they get married one day. 
• at Ashleigh's baby shower, Quinton was helping to set up. Mom told Em and I to bring a baby picture as part of the shower thing. Quinton heard this and decided to bring his entire baby album. So while mom was setting the food table up, He proceeds to set up a whole chalkboard ledge full of his baby pictures. It was fantastic. Mom saw them and told him we didn't need a Quinton shrine at Ashleigh's baby shower. he said, and I quote, "Mom, I'm sure they will really want to see how cute I was as a baby." haha. And she got distracted and forgot to make him take it down, so they were up the whole shower. :D

So you can see. Here he is with his baby pictures.
 I'm not sure if he's pretending to be
a baby here, or if he's just acting weird.
Maybe all of the above?...

• There's at least 3-5 more. But, I think that's long enough for now.

**proud aunt moment time**

Caitlin told me at the baby shower that she changed her favorite color to Orange because that's my favorite color. *beaming*

Tonight at dinner Emilie asked if she could sit by her and she said "I want to sit by Brianna" 

being the favorite aunt- CHECK! 

This is one thing I got for my un-born, but incredibly beautiful niece-

"I love my aunt" In the heart it says,
"Incredible, beautiful, smart" and
underneath it says, "*contact info
available upon request."
:D So true. 

P.S. I went to Disneyland too..... {grandma, I really didn't}

Congrats to anyone who read that whole thing!

I'm pretty sure that Emilie is the only one who made it this far though. It was a novel of a post. And she loves novels. 

Well, It's time for bed.

XOXO

-Bri

Christmas Post

you know, it's hard to keep a blog going when you worked 40 hours in a week. Among other things....


Anyways, Christmas this year was different. Mainly because the weather felt more like fall or spring and there was absolutely no cold, white, fluffy, stuff on the ground. Which was some major disappointment for me. I have no idea how people can feel like it's Christmas every year that live in places where it never snows. It was just a really bizarre experience to wake up to a bright sunny day.

But, I can say that I honestly really really miss Christmas as a kid. When my parents played Santa and the stairs were blocked off to go downstairs to the living room so we couldn't peak, and the elaborate displays of our plates {we have plates instead of stockings. always have. It's a German culture thing that my grandma did in her family and passed it down}, etc. it was so so fun to wake up at 5 am and be so excited to see what i got for Christmas. Now, i pretty much know what I'm getting. I think Christmas is better when there are kids present. I'm excited for Ashleigh's baby to be big enough to know what's going on.

But, I have good news.

You know how I love pearls? And how they've been on my wish list to own a pair of real ones for like 5 years? Well, they're no longer on my wish list because that's what Taylor got me for Christmas! *big smiles* He is such a winner! I love them. :D

aren't they BEAUTIFUL!?
they even came in a pretty box! He did good. :) 

We were at a store looking at jewelry randomly one day and I was making googly eyes at the pearl earrings. Anyways, he bought the EXACT pair that i had fell in love with that day. I had no idea how very much he pays attention to things I say and do until yesterday. It was happy. He also bought me this knitted headband that i liked one day at a different store, and bought me a really cute picture frame! I told him i'd probably put a picture of us in it and he said, "good, i was hoping you would!" Do you people reading this realize how much i love picture frames? i own like 50+. I'd say that Taylor knows me pretty well. haha. Oh, and thank you to Taylor's mom for wrapping them because his least favorite part of Christmas is "wrapping  the sides of presents." haha i laughed really hard when he told me that.


I wrapped one of the things i got for Taylor in a ton of different sized boxes. all of them were wrapped individually.  It was great. Quinton helped me with it. He's good at that sort of thing.

the last part of him opening the many boxed gift.
It was a CTR ring. Because he doesn't own one. But now he does. :D 

This was the first Christmas in a long long long long long time that i didn't get to spend it with my Grandma and Grandpa Cobb. It made me really sad. But I did talk to them on the phone for nearly an hour. :D I love them. I can't wait till they move here! {hopefully this summer!}

and here are a few random pictures from Christmas.

Grandma Cobb gives all her grandsons a
new bathroom reader book for Christmas.
Nathan even got one. I guess he's officially
welcomed to the family now. haha

he loved the book ash got him. re-gifted
from a white elephant trade.

fam picture in front of the tree after church.
{minus ash.} My hair was having a trial.

We're practicing posing for awkward fam photo.com.
I think we finally captured one worthy enough. 

ems opening something. Kandi smelling for Chocolate. 

look at the snazzy socks my dad got from grandma cobb.

In other news, it's one month till my 20th  birthday! Taylor reminded me of this just a few seconds ago. :D sorry it isn't really that much of an update of what i've been doing lately. 

p.s. Taylor says "hello" to all my blogger readers

Sometimes....

I really need to blog about something funny sometime. But nothing funny has happened. It's kinda the opposite of funny sometimes.

Sometimes I miss my daddy a lot. like tonight. I was so lucky to have a priesthood holder in my home and that could give me a father's blessing when I needed them. I just grew so accustomed to having him so near that it makes it hard now when i really need one from him.  I know that others can give me a blessing, but i feel embarrassed that i'm too weak in life sometimes that i don't ever ask for one. I miss his "secret drawer" of chocolate that i'm pretty sure was just as much for me and my 2 sisters when we needed it as it was for him.  He is my favorite person to talk to about certain things and is the best at keeping my perspective in the right place. He's always so positive in everything and right now, i needed some positiveness from him. He told me that a good place to start is to make a chocolate milk shake with M&M's. {does he know me or what? :)} He always makes me feel important and that my problems are not insignificant to him. He cares about me and is always so even tempered and calm. It makes me calm and helps me think clearly. He helps me become a better person. The most amazing part about my dad is that he didn't have to be a dad to me. Since he's not my biological dad, he never had any legal duty to be a father. Instead of taking on the responsibility of dad like a job, he acted like it was a blessing and privilege. I am always amazed by this and i do not think that anyone has done this as well as he is still doing! I miss him a lot and wish i was going home this weekend especially so i could get that fathers blessing. I'm grateful for how close I am to him. if you haven't heard the song by brad Paisley called "he didn't have to be" you should go listen to it here. It makes me cry every time. But don't worry, you probably won't cry... i'm just a cryer over things like this. And it has a little more meaning to me than it would to most of you. Here's my favorite part-

"When a single mom goes out on a date with somebody new
It always winds up feeling more like a job interview
My momma used to wonder if she'd ever meet someone
Who wouldn't find out about me and then turn around and run 

I met the man I call my dad when I was five years old {i was 9}
He took my mom out to a movie and for once I got to go {how true this is}
A few months later I remember lying there in bed
I overheard him pop the question and prayed that she'd say yes {he asked mine and Ash's permission before he asked my mom}

And then all of a sudden
Oh, it seemed so strange to me
How we went from something's missing
To a family
Lookin' back all I can say
About all the things he did for me
Is I hope I'm at least half the dad 
That he didn't have to be {i hope a marry a man who'll be half the dad mine didn't have to be}"

Sometimes I just need to read my favorite book and live in a world I know isn't real. Because it's a romance and i am a hopeless romantic. Because i'm pretty sure Rider is the most perfect character there ever was and a large reason why i'm so smitten by the thought of a cowboy {and why it's on my baby names list}

Sometimes i burn my pizza cooking in the oven because i forgot to set the timer.

Sometimes I wish i could change my major. Okay, not. but sometimes it's too overwhelming to think about. Sometimes i dislike smelling like rotten eggs from the chemicals and sometimes i dislike being blinded by the strobe lights for 6 hours on a saturday morning. And sometimes i dislike the chemical "Fixer" burns i get from the wet lab that hurt and make my hands feel like a man's hand. But sometimes {most of the time} i'm pretty passionate about this major and what i do. I dislike it when i have conversations like this-
person- "so, what's your major?"
me- "photography"
person "Oh fun! i wish i could have an easy major like that!" {in preppy voice}
me- "i kinda want to stamp on your toes! :D " {in mocking preppy voice and fake smile}

okay so i never say that last line. sometimes i feel like it though. My major might not be something people consider to be a "real major" because we don't do loads of math problems or write 500 page essays on existentialims , but this in no way means i don't have to work my hind-end off or spend as much time on my projects and homework as you do. Did you know that for each 3 credit class i take, i spend at least 6 hours of scheduled in class time a week? so if you have a 3 credit class you go 3 times a week for 50 minutes. Well i go 3 times a week for 2-3 hours each.
I just had this type of conversation happen to me again today so i decided to rant a little. Next week, before my mid term portfolios are due, i'll put a list of requirements i have to have and it might make you want to rip the paper to shred like it does me. All i'll say now-Photography is not what meets the eye. And no, the only thing i do is NOT say "cheese" and press a button. At least the few of us photographers that do it as a major don't do that.

Sometimes I am really smitten. And sometimes {aka always} it is not good for anything but heartache.

Sometimes i really wish that pizza hadn't burnt so my tummy wouldn't be growling at me.

p.s. i don't think that recipe wednesday is going to happen tomorrow.... because there's this evil thing called the dark room that i will be semi-living in....

xoxoxo
Bri