25 posts tagged “vox hunt”
Show us two things that belong together.
Awwww how sweet! (You may go vomit in the corner now. Sorry.)
We are coming up on our one month wedding anniversary, yet we still have not known each other one year. When I say it feels like it has been much MUCH longer, I mean it in the best way possible. We joke a lot (we're really good at that) that we are really just insufferable narcissists. We married our exact clones so that we could spend a lifetime loving ourselves. But the truth is that we're different in very complementary ways. Our optimism/pessimism varies on certain topics, but always balances out. We both have our depressive states, but are able to dig the other one out with a minimum of effort. We keep each other balanced and happy and we love each other crazy stupid amounts.
Show us something that is standing in your way.
Me. I'm my own obstacle and enemy and defeater. But I'm working on that, I promise.
Show us something you're allegic to.
People who can't spell the word "allergic". Or just spelling errors in general. I'm also allergic to Tegretol, pineapple, pine pollen, and Matchbox 20. Not necessarily in that order.
Show us something you believe in.
Even when everything in my life feels like its swirling around and upside down... even when nothing make sense and all the answers just bring about more questions... even when I feel like a bit fat failure and want to just give up and crawl in a hole... even then, I know that he will love me and remind me of everything that is right with the world, and with me. I never thought I'd believe in it, but I now believe in love and it's power to make me maybe not a better person, but certainly a more complete one.
We've all had at least one horrible school photo taken. Dig up your worst one and show it to us.
Submitted by rachaface.
My mom cut my hair. I've still not quite forgiven her.
Show us peace.
This picture was taken the day Allie was born. This was the first moment after her birth that I wasn't worrying about visiting family, breastfeeding correctly, wondering where that headful of dark hair came from, or stressing about whether or not I was cut out for this whole "Mom" gig. This was the first time that we just checked each other out and decided we like each other just fine, and would go ahead and keep each other, thank you very much. She was so alert and observant right away, and it hasn't let up in the past 5 years.
Show us where you write most often.
Ok, first you'll have to go in through that left pupil. It's bigger than the right one, so you shouldn't have too much trouble. Take a left at the rattling closet door of compartmentalization, straight through past the doldrums of math knowledge, a right just after the favorite childhood memories (they're shiny and golden). You'll go for a long ways, past all the vocabulary words I don't use. Then there's a funny little windy part that follows my train of thought (though it's usually derailed) (watch for casualties) and then, just past there, that little gray corner with all the file boxes? Where the words are spilled everywhere and there's no where to even sit? The place that fills up everyday and looks like it's never been cleaned? Right there. That's where I write. Even while I eat, breathe, work, talk, sleep, laugh, cry, I'm in there writing. I can't always get it out (though I've heard maybe knitting needles would work), it's all in there....
Show us one of your photos that you’d like to print out and frame.
These are a couple of my sister's bridal pictures and I think they are possibly the prettiest pictures of any person ever. I probably biased because she's my sister, but it's really not that much of a stretch. Technically, my mom took these shots, but I styled and coached. I don't know why these are the first photos to come to mind. I probably wouldn't print and frame them because hi, that's kind of creepy. She doesn't even have them printed and framed, so I shouldn't either. I guess because I never got a "real" wedding with a ring and dress and ceremony, I probably live vicariously through her shots.
Whatever the reasons, the pics are beautiful and still don't capture her amazing natural beauty.
Show us a photo that captures the feeling of joy.
Just one????
Avery, about to go down the slide...
Avery picking flowers...
Avery's pretty much constantly my little ball of joy.
Show us a photo that makes something ordinary look extraordinary.
While trying to take a picture of my new haircut, I slipped and snapped this one of my right shoulder. It was marked for deletion, but instead became the inspiration for this piece, which I designed for the girls' scrapbook.
