Roof

Message written in the eaves

Current music: Panic at the Disco

Current book: Brisingr

You nurse your love

like a wounded dove in the covered cage of night.

Current music: Jenny Lewis

Current book: Wise Highs

Pumpkin Carving Day

Notice how I always seem to choose the designs that are hardest to decipher.

We carved pumpkins.

And had a drum circle.

Current music: Anna Nalick

Current book: Love, Stargirl

Bottle Wall

This house is a couple of blocks from ours, yet I've never seen this before.

Their entire wall is made of bottles.

I kid you not.

Also, OBAMA.

Newly decided. I'm making my 365 a record of whatever music I'm listening to and book I'm reading, as well as the pictures. Just for kicks.

Current music: Clap Your Hands Say Yeah

Current book: Love, Stargirl

Conor

This is Conor.

He's named after Conor Oberst of the Bright Eyes variety.

Chloe and I got him in Cobh, Ireland, the town that was the Titanic's last port before she sank.

Also, after the Lucitania sank the people there helped the survivors and buried the dead.

Cupcakes!!!

I actually made something that didn't come out of a box today!! I'm proud of myself. I made coconut cupcakes and cream cheese icing for said cupcakes. I seriously haven't made anything by myself that wasn't pre-packaged in years.

I found the recipe over on Anne and Jake Ohman's 365 blog and decided to make 'em.

Tasty goodness.

Little Bird

I call her Vera . . .

No joke. That's her name.

Oh, Happy Day!

My three brand spankin' new Threadless shirts got here today!

Now That's Dope.

Biggie Was Right.

In Case of Zombies.

And then I painted my newly-bare wall.

And had dinner.

Chloe: It's a secret recipe handed down from generation to generation to generation.

MJ: I don't think Ragu has been around that long.

(Our dialogue was written by Stephenie Meyer.)

Screws & Nails

Nevermore

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,

Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,

While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,

As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.

`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -

Only this, and nothing more.'

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,

And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.

Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow

From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -

For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore -

Nameless here for evermore.

Everett Marina

Spiny

Purple

Follow the Path Layed Out For You

Or, you know, don't.

Stripey Feet

Fake Flowers in Real Ground

From a Mountain In the Middle of the Cabins

Kitty

What is a tree's favorite drink?

Root beer.

Dandelions

Seagull

Ireland

They're not in any kind of order, but there they are :D