You know one of the ways I can tell my life's starting to go all wiggity-wacked?
By the way my picture folders look. See any problems here?
Let me help you out: I have pictures of butt shingles. Butt. Shingles. And not a single picture of my kids around there.
Yep-- one hundred pictures or more per month, and oft times I've got a scant few of what matters most with 98% projects.
I hate it when I do that.
I hate it when I lose my priorities. Projects are fun. I live for them. I'm a boring kind a gal-- I have few hobbies.
But there's gotta be a happy medium, here, am I right?
I'm not saying my kids are neglected. 'Cause they're totally not. I'm just sayin' that I think a glimpse into what I'm photographing might just be a little
Except for the "wink wink". 'Cause that's kind of creepy.
I'm saying that I'm not going to stop building crap. I'm saying that I have plans to start 4 or 5 new craps just this week. And that's okay.
And that's a lot of craps.
I'm just saying that I have to refocus. Regroup. Reorganize my priorities. Put some littles back at the top of my list.
'Cause I don't want to miss out on a thing.
Like, you know, tucking your shirt into your undies.
And all the other poo-flinging, crazy brouhaha around here.
'S all I'm saying.