Mollie in Candyland
Mollie in Candyland
I feel like a Zombie lately.
I wish I had more time, I wish I could get more sleep.
But life is pretty badass right now. Work is awesome, Its the best time of year for us and sales have increased! I’m so happy were moving forward in almost every aspect of the business.
School is awesome too! I’ll get the hang of this crazy ass schedule at some point.
Me and some flowers outside the shop.
I really like the way I look in this photo
When I go to sleep with out drying my hair, I wake up with a mane.
I like this photo of myself. Vain vain vain
Ever since my whippet ally,
Got sprayed by a skunk,
I’ve developed a weird routine.
When it gets dark and the dogs need to go out, I first start by sticking my head out the porch door and make a series if noises.
Barks, robot noises, car alarms, you know, things that skunks are afraid of.
Steven has a 3 foot long led light stick he uses when he’s under cars.
I take that out with me and shine it around my yard to make sure there are no skunks.
For the rest of the time waiting for my dogs to finish their bussiness,
I stand on my porch holding the light bar like a staff,
Pointing it toward the abandoned house with the family of skunks living under it.
"You shall not pass"
Did I ever post this picture of the best Victory rolls Ive ever done?!
Bad mood. Trying on some shoes we ordered for the shop.
Just the ticket
My friend Andrea and I at Jason and Jennifer’s wedding. I tossed the pink in that morning. I think im going to lighten it up a bunch.
Make up face for the dubstep night I got dragged to the other night.
I’m very sorry for all of the hair narsassim shots. I have no excuse, other than I have a new phone with a nice camera, and I have a new pack of bobby pins. I always pick on my boyfriend for still having a MySpace, with all of his silly pictures. Or his Facebook with a billion pictures of his cars. After a few months of dating he explained that dementia ran in his family. He watched his grandfather forget his grandmother. Hes leaving himself a trail. He’s banking on the internet being around a lot longer than his memory. Is it really that crazy of an idea? So I’m going to unapologize for posting so many pictures of my hair, and my face, and my shoes, and my dogs. Hey old lady Mollie.