Poppa Don't Preach

Happy Father's Day to the most wonderful dad ever:



and to another amazing father (in law):



I will miss this man until the end of my days:

Comfort

I needed this today.

Are You Kidding Me?

My day began at 7:20am when I realized I had overslept by 25 minutes. Fine.

I trip going up the stairs to my building and narrowly miss having reconstructive surgery on my face. Great.

After a charming visit with my dad and grandmother, I come home to find this:



I swear to God, if Magic wasn't already on his death bed, he would be strangled.



Look at him. He knows what he did.

Free Your Mind

(and rest will follow)

Sweet Jesus, if only I could. Lately this noggin has been filled with all kinds of dreams, thoughts, nostalgia, etc. and I haven't really been able to grasp any of it.

First things first: This blog has been neglected. But she's the kind of friend where you pick up right where you left off and there are no hard feelings. Thank you, loyal White Girl.

Secondly, I'm tap tap tapping away on our new keyboard that is connected to our brand new iMac. This purchase wasn't as irrational as it seems since Chris and I have been needing a new piece of Mac equipment for quite sometime. My 5 year old 13 inch iBook was proving to be a fair weathered friend.

It seems that every time I update, Chris is on tour. That happens to be the case this time, too. While this lady and her front-man husband make a mayjah move to Nashville, Tyler Read will be on "haitus" until things get settled. In the meantime, Chris was asked to be touring guitarist for the Bigger Lights. Two months he will be gone, and me alone.

That's not true. I'll have her to make my days more bearable.

So, what does it mean when you have reoccuring dreams about being pregnant?

(brief photos sesh with new computa):