Monday, November 29, 2010

Day 871



My candle blew up.

Sunday, November 28, 2010

Saturday, November 27, 2010

Day 869



Santa and random dog butt. Only picture I took all day.

Friday, November 26, 2010

Day 868



Sam added another sweater to her ever expanding wardrobe.

Thursday, November 25, 2010

Day 867



Hope everyone had a good Thanksgiving.

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Day 865


Sam now wears sweaters.

Day 864

Sunday, November 21, 2010

Saturday, November 20, 2010

Friday, November 19, 2010

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Monday, November 15, 2010

Sunday, November 14, 2010

Saturday, November 13, 2010

Day 855


That's one way to start winter.

Friday, November 12, 2010

Day 854


Photo book I got a couple days ago with the gift card to Half Priced Books Kelsey and Billy gave me for my birthday many months ago.

Here is one of my favorites pages.



Thursday, November 11, 2010

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Monday, November 8, 2010

Sunday, November 7, 2010

Day 849



Never thought I would see this day. He actually signed up for facebook.

Saturday, November 6, 2010

Day 848


White Castle crave case. Terrible idea.

Friday, November 5, 2010

Thursday, November 4, 2010

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Day 845



I went for a walk with Sam in a wooded area. We were walking up a steep hill when I turned around and saw a guy with a bow and some flaming arrows strapped together. He looked like Jonathan Rhys Meyers. He shot the arrows off in a random direction. Grabbed another arrow that apparently was a heat seeking arrow. Shot the first bunch of flaming arrows and they scattered around the woods starting fires. Sam and I took off, but he heard us and started chasing. We got to the top of the hill and were out of the woods. I was alone now at a lake that looked like something out of Treasure Isle. I swam underwater as fast as possible to get away from the archer. I was now at home and thought I had lost him. Next thing I know he's breaking through the screened window using his arrows. I called 911 and set the phone down with them on the line. I attacked the archer before he could get a chance to shoot. We wrestled for a bit. Then he pulled out a large knife and started to cut his tongue off. That's when I stopped dreaming.

My dreams are better than my photos.

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Monday, November 1, 2010