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Houston is Charming

I have already expressed my love for my pet turtle, Dallas.

But this is different. Here is Houston, my sister’s adorable turtle. He was actually found on a playground when we were in elementary school by a little boy with the last name Houston. At that time, he was about the size of a quarter and could turn circles in the bottom of those little fruit cups that elementary schools like to use to serve kids “healthiness” at lunch.

I had a wonderful mother that allowed us to keep him.

My sister inherited him when she moved off to college, and now that she lives back up by me, I get to hang out with Houston again. I hate to admit this, but he is so much more personable than Dallas. Houston will come to you. He likes to be pet. Dallas is a grumpy fellow who likes to be fed and swim… and that is about it.

Isn’t he charming?


Posted by on May 25, 2012 in Photographic Memory


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Love is for Sharing

I’m pumped. My lovely sister is employing her very artistic self to draw a masterpiece for my bedroom. I wish I knew who the original artist was for the picture, however, she just might remember if I had asked. Yesterday when I went over to visit, she was working on it a little. Not because I’m pressuring her or anything. She must really love me.

Now is the time I am going to sneak in a little pitch for her. She very recently started a blog, (enjoy her pictures but don’t mind her grammar) and I’m pretty envious of her blog name: campfirekissedcheeksandstargazedeyes. It fits her so perfectly. I wish I would have taken even just a bit of time to come up with something less generic. For those of you who are newer subscribers,  I grabbed my site name from Kurt Vonnegut‘s quote, “Everything was beautiful, and nothing hurt.” I love Kurt Vonnegut. Well, that may be a lie, but I do love his books.

As a final thought for today, I realized I have over 100 followers. Whoa, I didn’t ever see that coming. And I guess I just wanted to send out some love to all of you, because, you know, love is for sharing.

In retrospect, that was very gushy emotional. Deal with it.


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Walk the Line

I keep a close watch on this heart of mine
I keep my eyes wide open all the time
I keep the ends out for the tie that binds
Because you’re mine, I walk the line

I find it very, very easy to be true
I find myself alone when each day is through
Yes, I’ll admit that I’m a fool for you
Because you’re mine, I walk the line

As sure as night is dark and day is light
I keep you on my mind both day and night
And happiness I’ve known proves that it’s right
Because you’re mine, I walk the line

You’ve got a way to keep me on your side
You give me cause for love that I can’t hide
For you I know I’d even try to turn the tide
Because you’re mine, I walk the line

I keep a close watch on this heart of mine
I keep my eyes wide open all the time
I keep the ends out for the tie that binds
Because you’re mine, I walk the line

Johnny Cash

I have found listening to Johnny Cash to be very soothing this week while studying, and I guess it shows. These photos were taken last week when my sister and I were out and about. (Yes, we were playing on a playground, no big deal.) I finally finally reached the level of procrastination from studying where I found my camera and uploaded these, and I was pleasantly surprised to find these two hiding amongst too many under-exposed photos. What can I say? I have a photogenic sister.


Posted by on April 27, 2012 in Photographic Memory


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Gaze Out, Miss

I would be lying if I said I took this picture, so I guess I will have to let you in on the secret. My sister took this while playing around with my camera at breakfast the other morning. I never would have thought to take a picture like this, however, love the end result. Stupid artists and their stupid natural talent. She took two pictures like this and I had to debate for quite a while which one I liked better. Props to her. + I’m glad I got such a talented little sister.


Posted by on April 2, 2012 in Photographic Memory


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Real Beaches, For Once

Santa Rosa Beach, FL.

It’s probably an escape from reality for most people. I would say this is quite a lovely place, and very vacation friendly. But this coming spring break (countdown is on!), I am heading back to rescue my sister. She is such a Minnesota girl that she strongly dislikes the white sandy beaches and sunshine. She is trading it all in for the white snow covered fields and lakes. I think she is a tad bit crazy, to be honest, because I thoroughly enjoyed my vacation there earlier this past year and cannot wait to get back. I bet you can even see the joy on my face in the picture above.

Anyways, be expecting more gorgeous beaches, sand, sunshine, and anything we can find on the road trip between FL and MN. And this time with a real camera as compared to these crummy cell phone shots.

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Posted by on March 1, 2012 in Photographic Memory


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Dear Diary

Today I just need to vent out everything I have all stuffed inside my overstuffed, empty cranium. You know that feeling when you have so much going on inside that you feel congested to the point of being sick, with all you want to do is cuddle up with that scraggly what’s left of a stuffed critter from childhood and sleep, but somehow you just can’t fall asleep? Maybe you don’t  because after saying that I sound a bit insane…

Either way, last night, my lovely boyfriend-in-law ever so stealthily snags my sister into their room and chews her out for, I don’t know, a good half hour or so after she gets home from working a double. I couldn’t quite hear what the issue was and maybe felt that I just might do something irrational if I played the top notch detective by putting a dixie cup up to the door. Plus, I got the sensation they were discussing me. Nobody really likes to hear bad things said about them. I have a feeling that the discussion went something along the lines of him reaming her for me being anti-social with him. Or for semi-avoiding him. And she was defending me because I’m reading, napping, or genuinely leaving to just walk the dog, and not to get out of the house. But all that might be a lie.

My issue is that he is far from a trophy prize, even from a local traveling carnival. Yet she has clung onto him like he is a grammy or diploma or something. He has, for fact, cheated on her, ditched her to move thousands of miles away, and was deep into drugs for a decent portion of his life. She never could figure out how he managed to attract all the druggies… He thinks that my whole family hates him, which I guess isn’t that far from the truth, but he doesn’t even try to connect with us/them. Not to mention that he has troubles holding a job for more that a couple months, fabricating some story on why he “quit” this time, and feels that he could be happier at another place of employment.

Why this bothers me so much is that my sister is a strong, dedicated, independent, hard working, personable young lady. Or at least she was. She lost her independence, becomes guarded and possessive around him, and will guaranteed choose his side in an argument, regardless how fantasized the story is. I feel like I lost my real sister to him. Like she has been replaced solely by the hormonal, PMS-ing version of my sister. She has to get his permission to do ANYTHING. Even sit out in front of the pool with me in, gasp, a bathing suit! We are going to get tattoos, but of course can’t do so unless he is along for the ride. She can’t wear leggings out in public because apparently she “looks like a whore” when she does. (By the way, she doesn’t; she’s quite a modest person.)

He does have a wonderful front though. He can be a decently nice person to your face. He will genuinely laugh at all the jokes told, and add to the entertainment himself. Unfortunately, this just makes me think he is acting. One of the best actors there are. The subtle crack on his not-so-polished exterior in combination with his sketchy past may be why I always have an uneasy feeling around him. Maybe the nausea comes from how well he has been able to turn my sister into a robot, so well controlled that he no longer needs a remote.

When he comes home from work, he immediately goes into their bedroom, closing the door behind him, where he will stay until my sister comes home. If he wants to even just fake a way through a couple conversations, he will have to do more that that. It’s not like I will prance into the room, lay on the bed next to him, and start with “How was your day?” Even if I did, I don’t think that would make us any closer friends. Worse yet, if I did and then I were promoted to “OMG BFF” status. Eeeeek.

With him being all anti-social and my sister bringing in the dough by working doubles, I’m feeling all sorts of lonely. It may come as a surprise to some people, but I’m an introvert. INFJ to be exact. (Hah, I love that someone has taken the time to divide me up into a personality group so that when I put down four letters, everyone nods their head like “oooohhhh, that explains so much!” Which I guess it really does explain so much.) The point is that I’m not the type of person to just go hang out at a local hang out and leave with 16 new friends, give or take a few. Instead I am more the type of person to sit at home and read all the books worth reading in the house, go on several mile runs with their adorable dog, and watch seasons at a time of television shows. By myself. Okay, although true, the last sentence fragment was genuinely just for drama.

Being here makes me happy that I actually had as close of friends as I did back home. It makes me miss my ex-job, and all of the people at my ex-job. It makes me wish I would have accepted a move from one guy in particular, even though I know it’s just a miniature fad crush from being around him too much. I think I’ve had enough of vacation. I think I would like to go back to the real world of bills, packed schedules, and occasional dinner dates with friends. Let me rephrase: I know I would like to go back to the real world of bills, packed schedules, and occasional dinner dates with friends. Here I feel like I am impeding on someone else’s life, home, schedule. As if I’m a burden to my own sister.

I might actually be a burden to my own sister. Not by her conscious choice, of course.

I suspect that I have complained enough for one day, and should save all this drama based terrible soap opera story for another day. Gosh, I hope I’m not as bad of an actor as those soap opera stars in my own life. It definitely is a possibility though. I’ve never been much of an actress, not by choice, but because of severe stage fright. I always forget my lines. And there I stand, feeling like I have so much going on inside of me that I feel congested to the point of being sick, nauseated to the point of wanting to cuddle up in bed with that scraggly piece of stuffed critter I find so comforting since childhood, knowing that I will never be able to fall asleep.


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