Im a bit late, but here non the less.  Just got back from putting my sister and David on the plane to Seattle…which will then go to NY and eventually, London.

{I was going to say something here, and I totally lost my thought and it doesnt look like it will come back to me.  It was a good thought.  I know that much.}

Moving on…

I took this picture in preparation for this weeks theme, then set my camera down, got sick, and didnt pick it back up until today.  Or, tonight, rather.

I think this is a new favorite, atleast for now.

A few weeks ago, Parker ran into the office, and proudly proclaimed “Hey Short stuff” to which I almost spewed my coffee out at and had to catch my breath from laughing so hard. I know he said it because people call him that, but it was funny that he called me short stuff. Because, well, I am short. Stuff. I guess.

Anyways, yesterday we went ‘a jean shopping. I hate, loathe, jean shopping. Well any shopping really, but jean shopping is up there with doctor/dentist appointments. You see – I can NEVER find jeans that fit me…without looking like something that should belong on a little old lady, or a midget (no offense to either).

Don’t get me wrong, I love new jeans, but shopping for them, eh, not so much.

I searched the tag of my last jeans for an accurate size, and went prepared. The only problem was the size I needed – only had about, oh, four pairs of jeans in it. Which made me mad. Because ½ of them had holes in them (I can put my own holes in tyvm) and the other ½ well, they weren’t the right length.

Some of these jeans are there, I am sure, because they don’t actually FIT any human being.

After finding a pair that would work “Ok” I headed for the fitting room to discover that I had accidentally snagged a pair that was suppose to be, a size too small – and they fit – I burst out of the fitting room saying something about the size, confusing everyone there, and then informed them that the size that NOW fit – had more options in it.

Gah.

Even though the size had more options, there still weren’t any that were the right LENGTH and size.

And I KNOW for SURE that no one is my size in this town. Or maybe they are. But they are younger.

Ahem.

My mom pulled a pair up, and I shook my head. No. No. No. I was not going to wear those.

Jean shopping is worse than shoe shopping.

Shopping is bad.

But jean shopping is really bad. I said that already, didn’t I?

Just as I found a pair, Amanda bust around the corner carrying a pair of “Knee highs. Exclaiming happily “Heres a pair that will fit you!” I looked them up and down. The sad part is, they wouldn’t have been knee highs on me.

They would have been high-waters.

And that’s not exactly the look Im going through either.

I will follow
– Chris Tomlin

Where you go, I’ll go
Where you stay, I’ll stay
When you move, I’ll move
I will follow

All your ways are good
All your ways are sure
I will trust in you alone

Higher than my side
High above my life
I will trust in you alone

Where you go, I’ll go
Where you stay, I’ll stay
When you move, I’ll move
I will follow you

Who you love, I’ll love
How you serve, I’ll serve
If this life I lose, I will follow you
I will follow you

Light unto the world
Light unto my life
I will live for you alone

You’re the one I seek
Knowing I will find
All I need in you alone
In you alone

Where you go, I’ll go
Where you stay, I’ll stay
When you move, I’ll move
I will follow you

Who you love, I’ll love
How you serve, I’ll serve
If this life I lose, I will follow you
I will follow you

In you, there’s life everlasting
In you, there’s freedom for my soul
In you, there’s joy, unending joy
And I will follow

Where you go, I’ll go
Where you stay, I’ll stay
When you move, I’ll move
I will follow you

Who you love, I’ll love
How you serve, I’ll serve
If this life I lose, I will follow

Where you go, I’ll go
Where you stay, I’ll stay
When you move, I’ll move
I will follow you

Who you love, I’ll love
How you serve, I’ll serve
If this life I lose, I will follow you
I will follow you
I will follow you
I will follow you

I must admit, I had to do a little bit of research for this weeks “You Capture.”  The only thing I could think of was computers – and while we have our fair share of computers, I wanted to do something original…but couldnt come up with anything.

After a quick search on the word I found this definition:

“Application of tools and methods: the study, development, and application of devices, machines, and techniques for manufacturing and productive processes”

And for whatever reason – my dad popped into my mind, but there was no way I could get him to sit still for a photo shoot – haha.

After talking things over with Nik, we decided to do a “Technology progression” of cameras – his idea – blame him.

So we rounded up his friends and did a photo shoot.

I was shocked to see that my dad made this picture – I didnt even know he was there, so as bad quality as it was – I thought it was fitting.

So naturally I had to try again – and again.

Nik would like you to know that he is the best in the stack.  And that no, we arent advertising for Kodak.

He would also like you to know that thanks to technology, I was able to “Flip” this picture so it looked real.  (It was taken in a mirror)

He also asked me to tell you that the lame quality of pictures was not his fault.  But I’ll never tell whos fault it was!!

Was it just me or did anyone else have this song stuck in their head this week?

I thought I would have fun and do something different…

I have this thing with my pictures – I sort my pictures from the year into files for each month, and then into weeks.  Random, I know, but it makes it easier to find something…SOMETIMES.

Anyway, I thought I would take a picture (or two, or three) from each week and post up as my favorites for February, sort of like a recap of February.

First week was “Bubbles and Horns”:

Week two was all about the hearts and love:

Week three was full of monkey business:

Week four was apparently “animal” week:

…And that was February!