#Flashback Friday 'Merica Baby

Much patriotic.

Very freedom.

So 'murica.

#ThrowbackThursday Oopsie

Author's Note: Kay, literally, I've edited this stupid post three separate times now. But life keeps getting in the way and then I don't upload it on Thursday, so then I rewrote it for "flashbackfriday" but then we went out of town so I re-rewrote it for the next thursday forgetting that we were leaving early thursday morning for the whole weekend and now I'm just so done with this dumb thing, I will not be re-writing any of it. Good luck with continuity.

Well.

We all knew this was coming.

I did well for three weeks, let's just appreciate that fact for a moment.

...

Yaaay!

Okay here's your next installment of #ThrowbackThursday

a "week late" (see? toldja, three weeks late now) technically

because I suck

and I forgot to do it last week.
The night I was supposed to do it
I was already all cuddled up in bed with my book

and very pressing matters (read: chapters) to attend to.

I have a problem.

It's called Book-Induced Insomnia Syndrome.

Apparently I'm a life-long sufferer.

Look what a pretentious baby I was though,

dat book title, yo.
The Federal Reserve blah-blah-something

Kay, just appreciate for a moment
how much effort it took for me to
get that edit uploaded.
OHMUHGUH.
Technologically impaired right hurr.
Also.
#uglytophatftw
I musta sat on it or something.

Happy Throwback Thursday!
Finally!!

#ThrowbackThursday Totes McGoats

No, literally.

Goats.

#ThrowbackThursday Barrow Baby

nomnom Minerals

Honestly I love my parents for this shot.
Great idea #1: Clothes? Babies don't need clothes. Clothes are for flesh blobs
that are capable of not spitting up all over themselves.
Great idea #2: Let's put the baby in this obviously rusting and falling apart dirt mound transporter.
Great idea #3: Awwww it's eating dirt. Capture the moment.

Thank you Mom & Dad,
for not treating me like a china doll.

#ThrowbackThursday Toting Mermaids

All of a sudden (and against my will) my Thursday evenings have become dull and meaningless.

In the un-melodramatic version of life, that means I don't have choir practice anymore.
Sad panda is sad.

So now I need to fill the void that is empty Thursday evenings and I figured what better way than hopping on the perpetual social media bandwagon and engage in some Throwbacks for the summer!
[fake enthusiasm]
Just...humor me. I'm depressed. /pout (refer to panda photo)
We will just have to deal with the pictures on my laptop from our wedding slideshow until the inevitable time comes when I get that guilt-tripping riddled text from my mom that reads between the lines saying, "I HAVE LOVED YOU ALL THESE YEARS--IT'S BEEN THREE WEEKS APPRECIATE ME," and then we go over for dinner and she feeds us enough for three days and I leave with more guilt than before AND a memory stick full of other pictures garnered from my parents computers. But also an inordinate amount of feeling loved. Moms are the best.
(oh, did Mother's Day just happen?? #hangover)
So without further ado; the first installment of Hope's awkward beginnings as a human!!

No, not that, obviously, that's just...moving on.

I was just talking about my mom so it's only fitting, really.

Isn't she beautiful?

And I have a hat.

Maybe someday I'll have her grace and poise and effortless loveliness.

The plan is that I will just post these pictures without much trumpetings and talking (unlike this post so, good start!) to just....enlighten you generous folks on how gloriously far I've come. Seriously, human development is hard business, yo. I like to think I'm comfortable with where I'm at now but that's been a recent period of enlightenment. And by enlightenment I really mean general apathy as to the carings of others. 'Others' being the apparent haters. Cuz my family and close friends seem to wanna keep me around and that's all that matters.

"Those who matter don't mind, and those who mind don't matter." 

You done been Seuss'd.