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Another mountain climbed

Another chapter in my life is finished. I am now, officially, a college graduate.

After three and a half years, countless tests, numerous papers, and a several late nights I am finished with my undergraduate career.

Honestly, I feel strange. Much like my high school graduation didn’t hit me until school started the next year, I’m not sure it’s all sunk in yet. I mean, I’m really done? How can that be. It seems like I just started the other day. In some ways, I feel like a scared eighteen year old, wondering exactly where my Comp I class is. At the same time, I know I have grown into a strong, independent women.


An independent women who happened to have a rockin’ GPA, by the way. Oh, an independent women who made it all the way across the stage without tripping and falling. In heals.

(That is actually the real accomplishment, friends.)

In five days I’ll be a married women. How completely bizarre is that?!

I’ll check in as often as possible.

(Please forgive me for any typos made in this post. I also survived my bachelorette party last night.)



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My 22th year of life

Today is my the anniversary of my birth. I have graced the world with my presence for twenty-two years. This is quite bizarre to me, honestly. Most days, I don’t feel like I’ve matured since I turned twelve. I know I have, but I still feel like that little girl, acting like a grown up.

My twenty-second year is going to be awesome. Really, it is.

And in typical first-born, overachiever style, I’m going to make a list of things to accomplish in the next 365 days.

  1. Get married to the my dream guy, my lover, and the man who makes my heart go pitter-patter when I see him.
  2. Learn to make homemade tortillas.
  3. Figure out the actual rules to football and pay attention to at least one full game.
  4. Graduate from college.
  5. Organize my kitchen.
  6. Actually finish the last season of Lost. I’m obsessed with the show. I absolutely love it, but I had a night class last year when they were finishing it. Thus, the entire season remains on the DVR, waiting to be watched. I’m waiting until I have time to savor the last bit of the storyline. Plus, I’m not sure I want to figure out what exactly is going on. (This is Day 14 of the 30 Day Meme.)
  7. Teach Justice at least three tricks.
  8. Hike through a rain forest.
  9. Finish my 365 Project.
  10. Run a half marathon in April.
  11. Train for that half marathon.
  12. Get a Brazilian blowout before my honeymoon.
  13. Watch a sunrise in Hawaii.
  14. Beat Colby in a game of Poker.
  15. Have a sleepover with my sisters.
  16. Improve my photography.
  17. Volunteer at church more often.
  18. Plant flowers next Spring.
  19. Expand my photography business.
  20. Build a snowman.
  21. Fly a kite.
  22. Relax. Enjoy life. Laugh often. Love. Make the best of every single day God blesses me with.

I think I’ve got some good guidelines anyway.


And now, I think we should look at old pictures of myself and laugh.

That’s obviously the healthiest thing to do on one’s birthday, right?

First, there was wittle-wittle baby Marla.

So Young!

That baby grew and grew and eventually became the World’s Cutest Child Ever.


And then she got some sisters.


(I’m the one on the right, Shaylin is on the left, and Ashley is the baby.)


Eventually, 1998 rolled around and my bangs were still rockin’ like it was 1987. My mom continued to make me wear my hair like this until I was eleven. I then demanded that they be grown out.

clay & mar dec 1999

Actually, I’m not sure that that improved my hair much.

We should probably stop with the old pictures now, while I still have some dignity left.


Today, Colby is taking me to my favorite eatery where I’m going to order Prime Rib.



It’s my birthday and I want to be carefree and happy, but all I can think about is my ever growing “to-do” list. Seriously, I have three photo sessions this weekend, a online test, a paper to write, and about a million other things to do.

Maybe I should chop my bangs short and act like it’s 1998. Things were so easy back then.


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I’m alive, folks. Really I survived.


I made it through another busy week of school. And my tests were easy-as-pie.


I booked three photo sessions yesterday.


I booked two more today. When it rains, it really pours, right? I was forcing people to pose for portraits two months ago. I was doubting myself, doubting my ability, and doubting my dream. Now, I’ve got too much work.


Corn harvest is started. Come Monday morning, I will be a true-blue real life farm hand.

(But I won’t be wearing overalls, folks. I have my standards.)

Hallelujah, I think…


Actually, I’m really worried about this. See, I’ve never really drove a tractor by myself… much less with my future in-laws all around. They take their work very seriously. What if I run over a cow or something?!? Colby started driving the grain cart at the age of seven… Am I really expected to live up to that God given talent?

I think I’m in trouble.

And I know I’m going to have to use the bathroom sometime during the fourteen hour workday. How exactly is that going to work?!

Don’t mind me Future-Father-In-Law, I’ll just be over their squatting by the fence…

Pray for me!

In other news, there is a cake cooling in my kitchen.



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My terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day

Well, I haven’t drowned in my own snot yet. It’s all about the small victories around here, folks.


But I did go to the doctor where I found out I have a respiratory infection and double ear infections.

(Yes, I promise. I am an adult, but I seem to get ear infections all. the. time.)


Anyway, I got a shot in the backside and sent home with some antibiotics. I should live.

But I started feeling bad for myself. I mean, I’ve got about a million things going on this week and it really isn’t convenient to be sick.


And then I went to the grocery store and that always puts me in a bad mood. I love to cook, but absolutely hate picking things up at the store. It’s just no fun.

And then I looked at my schedule for the week and fainted. Well, maybe not fainted, but it definitely sent me into a tizzy. I’ve got two tests on Thursday, a photo shoot on Friday, my first dress fitting (two hours away) and a birthday party on Saturday, and another test on Sunday. I’m sleepy thinking about it.


Oh, I’m always sleepy nowdays. I’m pretty much used to that.

Corn harvest is in full swing and things are about to get even crazier around here. Colby is working late tonight and probably tomorrow night and the night after that…

But really, it’s all about perceptive. If I choose to play the woe-is-me game, I will be unhappy. Instead, I’m going to play the I’m-really-blessed-and-super lucky game. Because you know what, I am. Truly.


Life is good today. I’m not really that sick. I’m not dying. Today, when I went to the grocery store, I had plenty of money to buy groceries. I have the opportunity to go to a great college and better myself. I am very blessed.

And so are you.

These pictures may seem random, but really there is a connection. They all make me smile.

What makes you smile today?


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Things I just don’t understand

1.) This cat:


(By the way, this picture happens to be 99/100.)

Cricket is pretty much the weirdest animal ever. Several times a day, she leaves me pondering what exactly she’s thinking. Like why did she seem to want into the bedroom at exactly 5:16 AM on Saturday? Doesn’t she understand that nothing needs to be happening at that hour on a Saturday? And why must she always stick her behind right into my face when we let her in? Couldn’t she reserve that trait for Colby?

Oh, and she seems to be incredibly scared of my camera. It is so stinkin’ hard to get a picture of this animal.

2.) My immune system has gone completely bonkers. Really. Why do I have to be sick on the craziest week I’ve had in a long time?

If I suddenly disappear off the face of the internet planet, you guys will know why. I just drowned in my own snot.

3.)  We had two day labors working at our house last week. They were putting in two small cement slabs on either side of the house. When it rains a lot, we have a tiny problem with the basement flooding. Hopefully, the cement fixes this problem.

Anyway, the men did a good job on the cement, but left my back yard looking like a trashcan had exploded. There is Coke cans, paper, napkins, and several Dairy Queen cups spread out all over the place. And they were paid good money, too.

It’s a good thing that I don’t know where they live, or I might have to seek revenge. Except I love the planet, so I won’t.

4.) Oh and another thing: if you are hired to work at someone’s house, never start a conversation like this- “Hey, how much did that dog cost?!” Because that is not polite. And it might totally tick off the lady of the house.

5.) Speaking of the dog, have I mentioned lately that he is growing like a weed?


Sir Justice the Expensive is currently eight pounds and has taken up a habit of laying on his back. All. The. Time.

And I don’t understand that either. These animals I live with are bizarre.

(All contents of this post were written while I was under the influence of at least three different kind of cold and flu medicines. I cannot be held countable for anything I say. Amen.)


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Words of Wisdom… part II

I’m sick. Sometime last night, the contents of my nasal cavity decided to move into my throat. Needless to say, I’m uncomfortable. And then there is a huge pile of homework, a ton of pictures to edit, and I’m so tired. (And cranky.)

To celebrate, I’m going to do a words of wisdom post. Because I like quotes. And I like wisdom.

The world could always use a little more wisdom, right?



(The above picture is 95/365, by the way.)

“In giving advice seek to help, not to please, your friend.” ~Solon



“A smile is an inexpensive way to change your looks.” ~Charles Gordy



“Childhood is the most beautiful of all life’s seasons.” ~Author Unknown



“That which is striking and beautiful is not always good, but that which is good is always beautiful.” ~Ninon de L’Enclos



“The reason women don’t play football is because eleven of them would never wear the same outfit in public.” ~Phyllis Diller



The belly rules the mind. ~Spanish Proverb

I hope you all have a wonderful weekend. We are headed to the mountains tomorrow for a quick little getaway.


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You’re beautiful girl

I think women (and girls too) are a little too hard on themselves.

“My hair looks bad.”
“Gosh. Why is my make-up smeared?!”
“Where did that zit come from? Ugh.”
“I look so fat!”


Really, though- you don’t. We are our own worst critics.

I can look at a picture of a friend and see her beauty shining through. Her wonderful laugh lines. Her true smile, reminding me of her sweet personality. The body of a real women… not some photo-shopped, food deprived model.

And that’s the kind of picture I want to frame… The picture of a real women.

Taylor here is a true beauty- both inside and out. She’s one of the best softball pitchers in the state, she’s a cheerleader, she plays basketball, and she’s crazy active in her church youth group. And get this- she’s ridiculously funny and has the greatest laugh.


(Did I mention that she’s my future cousin-in-law? I’m marrying into some great genes!)

Today, I want to pass on one message on this little blog. I want you to know that I think you’re beautiful… each and every one of you.


Yes, that means you. And you too. And especially you Mrs. Lumberjack- you Barbie Pirate.

Yes, even you Steve. But you might be a little more handsome then anything.

Thank you all for coming to my blog. Thank you for being such great imaginary friends. I’m so glad I have you in my life.


(And please don’t be offended if I didn’t link to you. I just quickly thought of the imaginary friends who’ve been coming to my blog for the longest. You’re all beautiful.)

the long road

Now lets all go out into the real world and be proud of ourselves. Proud of our imperfections, proud of our personalities, proud of our lives.


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