Halloweeeeen.

I was a go-go girl for halloween. What is a go go girl without a huge tumor beehive of hair?

So, this is the classic "oh my gosh i'm adorable let me take a picture of my self in the mirror with my phone" picture. I cropped out the rest of my shower curtain, because it made the picture too busy. Yes. Busier than my dress. Which was $4.99. Don't be jealous.

This is Jessica and I, making the cutest faces imaginable. I'm not sure why we didn't opt for a "just in case" second shot. We should have.

Here is the group picture. Yes. It is off center. But in the other group picture my eyes are closed. So deal with it. I did not know 75% of these people before that night. Back row: Kyle, Emmy, me, Jessica. Front row: A bunch of girls wearing black that I still really don't know. Plus Craig.

Quote of the Day

"Children who have trouble finding God in their fathers often have trouble finding a Father in their God."

I heard this quote in my human development class, and it ardently reminded me of how very lucky I am. My Mom is the bomb and I say that all the time, but I think I often forget to mention how amazing my Dad is.

Aren't my parents foxy?

I have never had trouble finding righteous qualities in my father. He is the most reverent, patient, forgiving, honest, humble, gentle man I have ever met. (That's not to say he is a wimp. He's also a very manly man.) He has never raised his voice in anger at any of his children. I have never known him to have ever held a grudge, and I've never heard him speak poorly of anyone who's ever wronged him. He is constantly working to better his home, his life, his family and himself. I love and respect my Dad very much. He works soooo hard for his family and I know he does his best to keep us out of harm's way. He is a great example and an excellent dad, and an awesome person in general.

I am so lucky that it has been so easy to find God in my father, because in turn it has not been hard to find a Father in my God.

So

After 7 years together, my purple Mary-Kate and Ashley blow dryer is starting to spew sparks at me. Oh the memories we had together. I used to wake up at 5:30 in the morning in high school to do my hair curly. And there she was, like a lavender dream with detachable diffuser, at my service. I need to get a new one. That is all.

Fall Folliage Photo Shoot

One day, I was walking home from school and I realized that it was an awesome autumn evening. So I took some pictures with my phone. Shazam.