"it's funny how time has a way of bringing pain around. and did you tell her that i'm the one that burned you down? it's okay to ignore me, pretend like you don't know. i probably deserve this all, but i pray to god that it don't show. well i'm not sure how i'm supposed to watch you walk away. you won't think of me but i'll never forget today." ♥ casey donahew band.

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

true words.






Having a camera makes you no more a photographer
than having a hammer and some nails makes you a carpenter


Monday, August 8, 2011

EXCITING!

I HAVE SUCH EXCITING NEWS!
:)
unfortunately i can't share it with anyone
until either october, or after february...
depending on how things go... and to
answer that one big question that i know
is in your head: no i am not pregnant.

ps. dont's say prego or preggers; it's dumb.
and it irritates the shit out of me! it's PREGNANT.

Friday, August 5, 2011

oh, new jersey idiots...


this drunk ass idiot ran into our fence and my car at 3am. dwight let the dogs out because they were barking. then nathan got up to use the bathroom a few minutes later. he thought that koda was still outside, but he was just laying where he couldn't see him. well, nathan flipped on the back light and walked out to the back fence and heard something rustle and someone run away. so he went back to sleep. when we finally got up around 11am we were talking in the kitchen while i was cleaning. he said he thought that someone was trying to break into our house. i immediately asked where dwight's eclipse was parked. luckily, we had moved it into the garage in place of my car. i thought maybe someone had broken into one of the cars.  nathan went to check it out and this is what was found. (see image above) and the sad part was that the guy that did it lived two houses down and still had wood laying next to his car with complimentary damage to the front of his car. the police came out (a mighty good looking officer at that!) and we told him everything that happened. then we all walked down to the ally to the kid's garage, which was wide open with beer pong set up. the cop knocked on his back door (which you know isn't just a knock, knock, knock... it's like a pound, pound, pound with a little more space in between) and the kid took like three minutes to answer. he had a whole story to pop off for the cop. so he knew what was up.... now we're just waiting for the investigator to figure out what happened so either his insurance can pay for it or we can claim it on our renter's insurance.


sigh.