And so we finish up the trip with a visit to the turtle farm. My goodness do I love turtles.
Sunday, March 16, 2014
Friday, March 14, 2014
Cayman 5
We rented a boat! Of course, some of us have stronger stomachs than others, and today I learned that I would rather literally jump off and swim to shore than bob up and down like a cork.
Thursday, March 13, 2014
Tuesday, March 11, 2014
Cayman 3
Cayman 2
Whoops, sorry for the late upload! I had 40 minutes of video to whittle down to two. Anyway. This is how we do Cards Against Humanity. We got stopped in airport security so they could examine the card box… Probably because this game is the BOMB. (Get it?)
Sunday, March 9, 2014
Caymans Day 1
Family Vacation Documentaries are still in. Brace yourself for a week of utter nonsense.
New Blog
Spinoff time! I started a new blog so I could rant about feminist things, and stuff that wasn't really appropriate for the tone of OrganizedChaos. Go check out WanderingWomb.
Monday, August 26, 2013
Tango
There wasn't music. Music would've ruined it. It was just the splatter of rain, fat, soft droplets. It was just the pounding of my own heart, absolutely bursting.
It wasn't magic. It wasn't fate or destiny or bullshit. I was just the only place I ever wanted to be and never wanted to leave.
It was new and dizzying and too fast and too slow all at once. He makes me so dizzy.
I'm a mess of parts. Clumsy and nervous, equal parts of ridiculousness and old soul. We danced close to the edge, bare feet on wet tile. He caught me every time I started to slip.
It wasn't magic. It wasn't fate or destiny or bullshit. I was just the only place I ever wanted to be and never wanted to leave.
It was new and dizzying and too fast and too slow all at once. He makes me so dizzy.
I'm a mess of parts. Clumsy and nervous, equal parts of ridiculousness and old soul. We danced close to the edge, bare feet on wet tile. He caught me every time I started to slip.
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