Every song a hit, every hit a smack

Every time my little siblings and I hear "The Way I Am" by Ingrid Michaelson, we add in a few of our own lyrics. I don't fully remember where we got them all, bu my parents seem to get a kick out of them.

"The Way I Am"

If you were falling,

(what would you do)

then I would catch you.

(I'd catch you too)

You need a light,

(I am your light)

I'd find a match.

(that's me!!)

Cause I love the way you say good morning. And you take me the way I am.

If you are chilly,

(what would you do)

here take my sweater.

(I made it for you)

Your head is aching,

(here take some Advil)

I'll make it better.

(yay)

Cause I love the way you call me baby. And you take me the way I am.

I'd buy you Rogaine,

(oh snap)

when you start losing all your hair.

(oh crap)

Sew on patches

(make sure it matches)

to all you tear.

(rip!)

Cause I love you more than I could ever promise. And you take me the way I am. You take me the way I am. You take me the way I am.

Peace.

Maturity is only a short break in adolescence.

OK, so not that long ago I went shopping with my little brother.
We were in the gardening section when I spyed a hat I was convinced I needed.
After putting on the hat, I realized it fit in great with my overalls.
Add in a shovel, and you've got "farmer girl."

Peace.

When the pin is pulled, Mr. Grenade is not our friend.

Just a little something from winter last year.


Before.


During.

After.

I don't know if you can see the look of fear on my little brothers face, but it was brilliant.

Later.

Peace.

p.s. click on the third picture and you can see the face of which I speak.

I couldn't repair your brakes, so I made your horn louder.

When I was younger I would go through these fazes, in which I’d get obsessed with some craft and do nothing but that one craft for weeks onto months.
In fourth grade I would collect glass bottles and glue pieces of tissue paper on them. I remember spending day after day in my room listening to book on tapes and work at “my craft table.” It was this shelf like thing on wheels I found on my neighbor’s corner.
I would sit at it mixing water into the glue, so it wouldn’t get gloopy, and rip hundreds of tissue paper pieces.
When that faze ended, I packed up all the bottles and put them in a large box, which sat in my closet for years.
I don’t really know why I made all those…….whatever you want to call them. I mean, I know I couldn't use them for anything. But for some reason I kept at it.
Now I try to limit my crafts to things I can actually enjoy.
So now stick to working on my own clothes. There is always just this gratification that comes with wear something of your own creation.
Like these.........

Now you can't see it, but the ribbon is sewn on to the shirt in the back.



My hand sewn Mp3 player case.



Some rockin earrings that came out kind of looking like eyes.

Unfortunately, the bleach from this project got on the jeans I was wearing, as well as the ones I was working on.

Before.......

After!!!!!

Peace.

Anyone without a sense of humor is at the mercy of the rest of us

Not that long ago I went to a visit day at my sister's college. I went the eventhing before, and spent the night in her dorm room.
Now, it's no secret that not all of my family like understand my stayle. So when my sister turned around to see me pull a black and white polk-a-dot dress over my shirt and jeans, I could hear the exasperation in her voice and see the dissopiontment in her face. If I wasn't sure about the outfit before, I certanly knew after.

It's responces like that, that make dressing the way I do just that much more fun.



I've been making alot of stuff lately, and I'll post the pictures soon.

Peace.

My name is “Plays with squirrls.”

So here are just some pictures from the beginning of summer when I went to the zoo with some friends.


The prairie dogs are my favorite animals at this zoo.
I could stare at them all day long.

Especially this one.

I had some body shots of this guy, but they just didn't turn out so well.

We could have fed the giraffe, but the line was to long.

So I just settled for pictures.

I have no idea what this animal is called.

So I just named them all Jesse. That way it doesn't if they are boys or girls.

I once went on one of those stupid Camel rides they have at some zoos, and did not enjoy it one bit. So now I just take pictures of them.

That was my zoo experience.

Peace.

The gene pool could use a little chlorine.

I have a very short attention span. Which means my hair has been all lengths and styles.
But there are somethings I know I can't pull off.
Here's a look.

I love this classic look.
Unfortunately, I don't have the face for this length and bang (I have tried the bang before and it didn't look all that great.)


This one is kind of the same length as the first, but a little longer.
I like the bangs with the layers. It has an indie feel that I really enjoy.
But the short bangs would look bad on my forehead.


I LOVE curly hair.
My little sister has really curly hair that I love. Even if she doesn't.
It's because curls are not all that easy to comb out.


I KNOW!!!!!
Everyone says "don't try dreads Faith!"
All same, I want them. Everything about them is intriguing.
But I know I would get bored off them.


I found this on a blog I love ( http://www.karlascloset.blogspot.com/ )
And there is something about mohawks on girls.
However, I don't think I have the attitude to get away with it.


This has the mohawk thing, but with more edge.
Once again, not enough attitude.


I have always wanted some color in my hair. Whether a little streak or a whole head of color.
I have tried to color my hair, but I haven't gotten it right yet.

I'm still looking for new things to try. And I've learned, it's just hair, it'll grow back. So I'm up to trying anything. But I'm kind of looking for something not short.
I've done the short thing, and I'm ready to go back to long.
Until next time.
Peace.