little babes

I held a baby yesterday. She looked at me and smiled. She gave me her sippy cup. I pretended to use it. She sat on my lap and leaned her head on my chest. It felt so good.

This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things

I am very clumsy (some just call me stupid). I am also poor. The combination of these two makes for a horrible situation for me, especially in light of my most recent accident, the very near death of my computer. Now, I've broken things before, my cell phone, my bedroom door, the right-side mirror of my car, but this one is by far the most expensive. Upon discovering my slain computer lying broken on the floor, after what I can only assume was a suicide jump from my bed, I let out one loud curse (followed by several quieter ones) and a few tears as i pondered how i could possibly fix it without having to sell my body on the black market. Again.
How does one get by when something is broken and one simply does not have the means to fix it properly? Well, young grasshopper, one must be clever and work with what one has. This is also known as "ghetto-rigging."

Problem: broken computer screen


Solution: BIGGER and better screen.


The moral of the story, you ask? Don't trust me with electronics. Or bedroom doors. But do send me hedgehogs.

The chubby one on the left stole my heart.

Spring Break in Portland

Yep, I went there. To Portland. Maybe I'll tell stories later. For now, I'll just let the pictures do the talking.