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Surprise Spaghetti!

1 Jun

It’s Mothers Day!… or it was mother day. My family didn’t do too much during the day to celebrate my mother’s awesomeness, but my sister and I did plan to make her a nice dinner. We decided to make spaghetti, salad, and some bread. We had to make all that, clean the kitchen, and tend to the puppy corral brawling amongst us.

First was the salad. I don’t have a real recipe for this one. My family is pretty plain jane when it comes to salads. We cracked open a bag of spinach mixed greens and cleaned ’em off.

Then we dried the leaves and that was that! Threw some shredded cheese and some random dressings that we found in the fridge on the table and ka-bam! Done.

Next I made the sauce. When we lived in Texas my dad was obsessed with this particular brand of sauce. Lawry’s.

They only sell it there, so when we moved away, needless to say, there was mass devastation. But luckily, my dad travels quite a bit so whenever he goes to Texas, he makes sure to stock up. Since it was a special occasion, we thought it was appropriate to make the last bag. It’s fairly easy to make. All you have to do is follow the directions on the back of the package.

Feeling a tad ambitious, my sister and I decided to add some free-range meat to the sauce. Awesome sauce + delicious natural meat= heaven.

Then came the actual pasta noodles. Again, really easy to make. Boil water, put pasta in, and set the timer to whatever depending on what the particular box says.

At this point, Marley decided to take a piss on the floor. I was busy, so I told Morgan to clean it up 🙂

Lastly, the bread. Again– no recipe. Wrapped that bread in foil, and stuck it in the oven till it smelled done.

Set the table and task complete!

Let’s eat!


Marley & The Puppy Corral

9 May

My family is so weird. We’ve had some many dogs over the past 17 years. 13 to be exact. Some of them have gone on to heaven, some hell, some of them we’ve had to give away due to our family having to relocate, and some just didn’t work out. Lets see if I can name them in order:

Hannah (Golden Retriever)

Jake (Akita)

Hallie (Neapolitan Mastiff) We had to give her away because she wasn’t too fond of me.

Candy & Sammy (2 annoying ass corgis that did not last very long. Candy was my sister’s obviously.)

Bailey (Cock-a-poo)

Bear (Chocolate Lab)

Frisco (English Mastiff)

Nick (English Mastiff)

Dallas (English Mastiff)

Lucy (CRAZY German Shepard)

Shellie (Golden Doodle)

Marley (Mini Poodle. Purely retarded.)

That’s quite a list if you ask me. We’ve still got Shellie, Marley, Nick, and our newest edition Sir Bob Farticius! It’s nothing short of a puppy corral at my house. If you ask me, Marley (the tard) is the source of all the problems. She is VICIOUS! Every time another one of the other dogs walks into the kitchen, she launches at their neck and tries to rip our their fur. This is unsuccessful most of the time because she is significantly smaller than the others. Here’s what she looks like:

As you can see, she’s clearly psychotic. Half the time, she doesn’t even recognize her name. Granted, she was from a puppy mill and she was hit by a car. Regardless, my weird family and other dogs seem to accept her… kind of. I have to admit, I sometimes try to elicit characteristics of her inner tard. It makes my sister FURIOUS, but when she’s not home, I give Marley a serious, badass mo-hawk every now and then. It’s one of the funniest things to see her jostle her self around sporting that look. There are a few things that just make her tick. for instance, the ice machine in the refrigerator. One that baby gets started, Marley winds around, spinning in circles, until she passes out. She also has asthma. But it only seems to surface when she get’s excited. We’ve all decided that there’s no cure. She also likes to hump our other dog Nick. She’s quite the horn ball. The only problem is that 1, she is a girl, and 2, she weighs 20 pounds and Nick weighs about 200…. Improbable.

It feels like our family has had her FOREVER, but unfortunately, it’s only been about 3 years. And even more unfortunately, they live to be about 20… Good thing I’m off to college!

This is Shellie:

She’s in my top three favorite. Technically, she’s my dog. We got her on my 15th birthday. She’s kind of bi-polar. Out in public, she’s fantastic. I can walk her without a leash, take her on our boat, and her and I can adventure together when I’m on the hunt for new things to photograph. The problem is, when she enters our kitchen, and Marley lets out a single yelp, Shellie turns into Satan. She’ll rant allll around the kitchen. Wackin’ things off the counters, jumpin’ up on people and punchin’ them in the gut at warp speed, and pretty much becoming a whirlpool tornado of destruction. Get her out of the kitchen, and she is calm, cool, and collected. Then she’ll nicely rest her paws on your belly and ask to be gently petted. THEN, once she gets what she wants, she’ll let out a big fart, jump down, and go about her business. But still, much better than Marley….

This is Nicholas:

Here he’s in his youth I might add. Now, he just chills on his doggie bed, eats, takes people pain meds, and poops. Emphasis on the poop. He’s by far been the best dog we’ve ever had. Sad thing is, he’s getting old. He just turned 8! To make sure his departure is at least a little bit easier on our family, my dad already got his replacement. Though there will never be a dog as great as Nick.

This is Bob:

Big Nick & Little Bob

I prefer to call him Sir Bob Farticus. When he first got him, he was a precious little ball of fur. Now, he’s a pissing tornado of urine. He probably pees 70 times a day, and only about 30 of those times does he actually make it outside. He’s a great dog, but I just wish he had a smaller bladder.

And that’s all on em! Welcome to my life….


15 Apr

Senior year is all about one thing: choosing where you’re going to college. And getting through high school (so two things.) Being weird and ambitious, I decided to apply to about 500 schools. Okay, maybe actually only like, 10ish. Among my top choices of the schools I was accepted to were UNCWilmington, Appalachian State, East Carolina, Florida State, University of Hawai’i: Manoa, and a scholarship to Hawai’i Pacific University. At first, I was all about UNCW. But once I was accepted to Hawai’i, my focus shifted a bit. After spending months trying to convince my parents that Hawai’i was the place for me, they still weren’t having it. After a bit of research on my moms behalf (thanks Monica) we found that I could potentially attend UHawai’i as an exchange student and still pay in-state tuition (ballin!)

SO, needless to say, I’m attending UNCW in the fall. And I am pumped beyond belief! I got a kickass roommate, a kickass dorm, and HELLOOOO, the kicka$$ beach just down the street!

Being a photography freak, I always bring my cameras with me everywhere I go. Sometimes I go the whole 9-yards and carry around my fancy pantsy camera case, sometimes I just stick em in my purse, but most times, they just chill in my car. A few weekends ago, my dad and I made the 4 hour drive to attend the UNCW Accepted Students day festival thing as well as to meet my new roommate and her family. Every time I go to Wilmington, I always make the effort to set aside a day where I can just explore and take pictures. It’s almost like therapy for me. Helps me clear my mind, and allows me to focus on something that I love.

Here are some shots from a few weekends ago. Overall, it was an awesome trip a great preview of what is to come!

My dads a business guy. He has 3 children: Me, Morgue (see Aloha! tab), and his blackberry.

I took this just as the sun was setting. Shadows seems to be a re-occouring theme throughout my photos. I think they're fascinating.

I was walking down the boardwalk with my dad, and spotted this homeless man absorbing the view. The culmination of his flowing hair and attentive manner to the landscape before him urged me to snap a shot (creepily.)

I randomly found about 500 trash cans.

I love colors! Especially monochromatic schemes. Also, it seems that my shadow fetish is becoming a bit more prominent....

Half opened, or half closed....

I think this may be one of my favorite photos I've ever taken. It's one of those where I feel like I could just look at it for a long ass time. Maybe its the contrasting direction of lines? Who knows...