I used to be cute.

MeeMaw keeps photo albums for all her children and grandchildren. 

I like to flip through my childhood.... Reminisce about terrible hair of the past, traumatic memories of  being tickled until I peed my pants (in front of the whole fam), waking up at 3 or 4 am to look at Santa Claus gifts, my room decorated top to bottom in CLOWNS, etc. 

Here are three (I had to photo the photos... bad idear, I know) I wanted to share. 

I couldn't find the photo of me eating dirt from a flower pot, but found one of me eating a balloon string?

My first Renaissance Fair in Houston. 

Buried (By my older brothers) at the Sand Hills. 

(NOT from my album, but from last weekend) Sitting on a Jackalope at the Art Bazaar in Austin. you should go- lotsa awesome stuff there!

"Procrastinate now, don't put it off."

Oh, Ellen.

Tomorrow at Starbucks, if you go in and tell them you've voted you get a free brewed coffee.
I can't knock the 'Bucks because I have a friend who works there and generously provides me with free drinks.

What I wouldn't give for an Iced Toddy right now. Or a dirty soy chai. Or plain ole black cup-o-joe.
The lack of caffiene is surely going to get to me the most. I had a good amount of sleep last night and already found myself falling asleep in class.

I have three ridiculously detailed lesson plans to do tonight because I procrastinated, as usual. And what am I doing now? Procrastinating.
I am doing African themed lessons and found this really amazing image during my search for sources.

Nick Brandt. Elephant with Exploding Dust, 2004.

I soon began looking through photographs having nothing to do with Africa, and found this one which really weirded me out but kept me looking, questioning, and intrigued.

Diane Arbus. Boy with Toy Hand Grenade. Central Park, 1962.

I could leave a thousand more, but I'll just leave this one. Have a happy Monday.