Tuesday, September 21, 2010



My Mama was (and is) a beautiful creature. In her youth, with her curves and reddish hair, turning heads, and killing them even more with her smile and her big puppy dog eyes. These pictures make me happy. It's prove. Prove that she lived. She was young, she was silly, and she was smokin'.

Not to mention the stories my Mama has to go with these pictures. Getting a little too tipsy, and ending up skinny dipping in the ocean in the middle of the night. Then taking someones boat for a joy ride. Making love on the sand. Getting caught making love on the sand. Running from the guards half naked, and laughing until your stomach hurts.

Is that not what life is about? Stories. Memories. The look my Mama gets in her eyes, when she goes back to that place in her memory, of this story. It's pretty magical. I have some stories lined up for EJ. When he can handle the nature of some of them, of course. Until then, they remain in this blog.

The apple doesn't fall far from the Hussy tree, does it? Heee!

I'm definitely my Mamas Daughter. Thanks, Mama!


  1. This is the sweetest thing ever. I don't even think its the PMS talking.

    Congrats on the new camera! It is way cooler than any boy anyway, and it does whatever you want it to. A camera will never chew with its mouth open or "accidentally" tell you if you're "looking kinda thick." If you don't like a picture, you delete it, and never have to look at it again.

    Wish me luck, Saturday my ex is finally getting his shit out of my house that he just left behind while he went on tour. Oh don't worry, its been sitting on the back porch for over a month :-)



    email me and let know how it all went down!