hi, lights.

11 Bonita has the prettiest, prettiest light.

hip to be square.

Bachelorette breakfast ...

fruit loops.

pregnant-lady breakfast. I'm glad no one is inhabiting my uterus. Potential tenants would be pretty disappointed in the food.

dressed up.

I mean, seriously. The light! That's dressing for Mother's Day potato salad. Thanks, Ina.

devil's food.

Deviled eggs for Mother's Day. Deviled eggs are the devil's handiwork. I think I'm swearing off them forever. They're a pain in the ass, and one of them had a baby chicken in it. I can still feel the tiny beak beneath my thumb, and it still brings up the bile.

I messed with this image too much, too. It's too warm. The color is much better when I just let the morning light do the work and take my lead foot off the Photoshop.

red dust.


Peeples, I am aware that I haven't given this forum the attention it needs of late. I've had one wheel off the track, but I have a sneaky plan meant to light a fire under my lazy behind.

So (assuming anyone even loiters about here anymore), you're either going to get more! fascinating! ramblings! or I'm going to have a charred ass. It's win-win.

los amigos.


Taken at Los Arcos, Cinco de Mayo 2009. Not pictured: BiL's many, many Jello shots.



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I am a work in progress. I perpetually need a hair cut. I'm totally devoted to my remarkable nieces and nephew. I am an elementary home cook and a magazine worker bee. (Please criticize my syntax and spelling in the comments.) I think my dog is hilarious. I like chicken and spicy things. I have difficulty being a grown-up. Left to my own devices, I will eat enormous amounts of cheese snacks of all kinds.