Take a Little Time, Walk a Little Line
Just About The Time The Shadows Call
A Girl I Once Knew
His Tomorrows Belong To Him
Two For The Road
When The Darkness Falls, She Holds Tight To The Stars
Ever Bean Loved?
I’m Racing, Mommy!
Well, If That’s How You Feel… Fine.
Making Love In The Moonlight
His Every Attention On The Flower
Consumed by Nightmares
Cry the Beauty
I’m a Voyeur of His Daydreams
A Girl & Her Camera
the heart of life
trying hard to see the way
you are my sunshine
here i am again, looking through myself to you
sometimes i feel so small
love at the tips of her fingers
he’s lucky my kid wanted to see a butterfly emerge from a chrysalis
i bet you i could drive to the end with my eyes closed
when you’re in love, sometimes rainbows shoot out of your butt
it’s a long process, turning from a mannequin into a real woman
with everything within her, she reaches out
LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE
what stories it must hold
watching you watching me
Yes, you read that correctly. I KNOW.
I love mojitos. Don’t even be all, “Duh, you love Mojitos, Lotus, I mean, REALLY. What alcoholic beverages do you NOT like? Pffffff.” Also, I swear I will slap you if I hear you mutter “fucking drunk” under your breath.
Unless you hand me a glass of wine right after you do it. Then we’re cool.
What the hell was I talking about? Oh yeah, Sake Champagne Mojitos. RIGHT. Found this recipe from Joylicious via @Pinterest and I’m in love with it. So I decided to share the recipe with you, because I’m a giver. And an awesome person. (And so humble. To a fault.)
You can click the link above (credit where credit is due) to get to the post where I found the recipe. Or if you’re a lazy asshole, you can just read it below, with my notes. (And by notes, I mean, I changed it to please myself.)
Sake Champagne Mojitos
- Bottle Sake
- Bottle Champagne
- Large bunch of mint (4-6oz)
- Juice of 6-8 limes
- Light Agave Nectar (to taste – I used about 2/3 cup)*
- Lots of ice cubes/chunks
Wash mint, tear leaves from stems and place in a large pitcher with the lime juice and sweetener of your choice (*I used Agave Nectar, original recipe uses Liquid Stevia, you could use honey or simple syrup, too). If you have a muddler, break that mother out. If not, grab a wooden spoon and use the back of it to muddle the leaves, juice, & sweetener in the pitcher.
Muddle is a funny word. Make sure you laugh a lot while you’re muddling.
Muddle. Muddle. Muddle.
*snicker* *chuckle* *teehee*
Muddle. Muddle. Muddle.
Add the entire bottle of Sake & the entire bottle of Champagne. (Except for those “tastes” you might feel you have to take from the bottle. What? Shut up. Don’t judge me.)
Stir and then serve over lots of ice.
Be happy in your heart.
Dance on patio tables in the summer sun.
Take photos and send them to me.
It is not flesh and blood but the heart which makes us fathers and sons. ~Johann Schiller
Happy Father’s Day!
bubbles are an instant path to happiness
i’ll meet you somewhere over the rainbow
at the end of the day
she has so much to say
Okay, so maybe I got a leetle bit pissed off when I saw this image on Pinterest tonight.
And maybe I went a leetle bit overboard on the “description” when I repinned it.
and the princess didn’t have her heart broken by a man who couldn’t keep his dick to himself for more than five seconds because she was smart enough to say no to the pretty face that was hiding the vile creature behind it. And she had all the time in the world to then pursue her own interests and be the person she was meant to be, reveling in her identity and fulfilling her aspirations fully. She spent as much time as she wanted with the best girlfriends who always built her up and cared about what she was saying rather than pretending to listen and hoping she was soon done. And she hand selected the finest young men to keep her company (and then sent them on their way when she was bored with them) and she read books and made beautiful art and sun bathed and nobody ever left the fucking toilet seat up or made her have to drag their feelings out of them like driving nails into brick because they were such poor communicators that she just wanted to scream into infinity in those miserable moments of complete relationship hell when she would rather be twirling through the living room, singing her favorite song at top volume. She didn’t have to share the remote or watch any sports she didn’t want to, and she only got foot rubs with her pedicures and nobody expected her to have sex with them just for doing it. She smiled every day because she wanted to, not because she was pretending she was happy, and nobody needed her to fetch them a beer or make their food first so that by the time she ate hers it was cold. She played with lady bugs and stopped to smell the flowers every day. Her friends and family thought she was fucking awesome because she was able to live her life to her full potential instead of for some loser who resented her for not wanting him to drink jack daniels every fucking night. And she never had to sleep in the goddamned wet spot. THE END.
Yeah, maybe a little too far.
(Who am I kidding?! That shit had it coming.)