The Snow Ball

Word Tundra

I just realized that I don't post too many words too much of the time. I guess I am more of a "feel it" than "read it" type of squirrel....though I like to write...
and read....
We digress. Here are some random photos I came across when cataloging my fathers extensive slide collection. Seeming that I am a semi-only child; my sister is a mere 14 aka: digital but, I live in the slides. Ill share some as I locate the tiny me's sandwiched between Stonehenge and the Swiss Alps. The following tender moments are brought to you by Craig (the dad)

My mother and I at Seaside.


My mother straight up lovin' me.


I think it might have been Field Day at school 1981.


I wore an outfit similar to this last week. I was all dress up fancy (and pantless?) for the Christmas village.

This one is more of a sociological study. Observe father subject A.
Observe father subject A's choice of attire.


Lets zoom in for a closer look....

Kudos Dad! Way to knock up that super cute chic in the red hotpants AND dress however the fuck you want.
I have a strange sensation in my chest....
I think it might be pride.

Today's Forcast

Partly pink with a chance of ground fluttering.




Strap your snowboard to the Outback, Kids. There is fresh white all week in the mountains areas.


Lone walks and gray melancholy continue in the valley until Friday.


With Many Respects,
The Japan Meteorological Agency

Someone

Yum

What? A present for me? Its perfect.

Ladyesque

Rare that I will have pictures including my face.
Even more rare, they are photos I didn't take myself.
Even rarer still, I didn't feel like a boy.

I think these photo shoot shots turned out real fun and dare I say.... girle.




and were back....

to the mostly normal Jessica.