live beside the ocean

Are you ever been in the car, and all of the sudden a song comes on, that you haven't heard in ages?
It's almost like you're hearing it for the first time, over again? A song that you didn't know you had forgotten how much you liked. That happened to me, about a month ago.

L.A.M.B. Spring RTW 2012

I am still living with your ghost 
Lonely and dreaming of the west coast

L.A.M.B. Spring RTW 2012

I don't want to be your downtime 
I don't want to be your stupid game

L.A.M.B. Spring RTW 2012

With my big black boots and an old suitcase 
I do believe I'll find myself a new place  

Carven Spring RTW 2012

 I don't want to be the bad guy 
I don't want do your sleepwalk dance anymore

Carven Spring RTW 2012

I just want to see some palm trees 
I will try and shake away this disease 

Me on the beach

We can live beside the ocean 
Leave the fire behind 

My guy stretching on the beach.

Swim out past the breakers 
Watch the world die 

My nephew Speed Racer is hugging his dad,
 my brother

 
I  am still dreaming of you face 
Hungry and hollow for all the things you took away 

My twin nieces

I don't want to be your good time 
I don't want to be your fall-back crutch anymore

My nephew Baby JJ

I'll walk right out into a brand new day 
Insane and rising in my own weird way

My art journal pages

I think I may have drawn these faces
with my left hand.

It says: Sometimes she didn't feel like being nice. Sometimes she felt snarky.
Sometimes she just wanted some peace.
Sometimes she wanted to be left alone.

Road trip essentials: fully charged iPods,
camera, full tank of gas

 
I don't want to be the bad guy 
I don't want to do your sleepwalk dance anymore 

I just want to feel some sunshine 
I just want to find some place to be alone
  We can live beside the ocean 
Leave the fire behind 

Swim out past the breakers 
Watch the world die 
Yeah watch the world die

Santa Monica by Everclear

holy sand, batman!

I spent most of the day, in my car, road tripping.

My purse I hand painted, ions ago

My shoes

My guy's shoes

This is where I spent my evening.

My guy stretching on the beach.

My guy preparing for his run.

I like taking photos of strangers.

Guess me from behind. 
That would be the chick writing this gibberish.

I don't have a photo of how our car got stuck in the sand. Three or four possibly intoxicated guys,
 tried to push it out. They gave up.

Then 20 minutes of my guy trying to dig our car out of the sand, one young guy and a very nice young lady, (mostly the lady), pushed our car out all the way.

I tried to help, but my shoe got stuck in the sand, as we started running.  They didn't have that problem, because they were barefoot. I ended up taking off my shoes too.

Let's just say our car is covered in sand,
 inside and out.

I guess they feel the need to show the Texas state shape everywhere, including the rest stops. 

My journal page about the perfect Summer day.

If I had a Summer/vacation home,
I would want it to be...