Kyler told me he needed to wash his hands. I think he just wanted to play in the water. ;)
"While they were saying among themselves it cannot be done, it was done."
Thursday, December 22, 2011
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Friday, December 16, 2011
Sunday, November 13, 2011
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
Thursday, October 20, 2011
How do I look? Lol
Thursday, October 6, 2011
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Kalai in concert... :)
Sunday, September 18, 2011
Saturday, September 17, 2011
SPARK
Friday, September 16, 2011
Sunday, September 11, 2011
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Sunday, September 4, 2011
Sunday, August 28, 2011
Having fun with my nieces!
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
Because you can't fix crazy.
When you were first dating, he told you the horror stories about all the relationships that had ended in disaster. But you weren’t without a few horror stories of your own so, naturally, you gave him the benefit of the doubt. You cursed those hussies for kicking him to the curb, never dreaming that one day you would want to do the same. But now everything is so clear; they didn’t kick him anywhere, they ran screaming for their lives, as far away from the crazy as they could get, because you can’t fix crazy.
Once I realized what I was up against, I thought I was clever enough to outsmart crazy. I thought I’d be able to wait it out, to let it pass. Outwit it, kill it with kindness and drown it in sanity. I thought that I had enough love in me to quiet the storms of crazy that roiled and thundered and never seemed to abate. I guess that was my own form of crazy. But crazy is infectious and if you hang around it long enough it begins to drag you down. Truth be told, I tried to save him, even though deep down, I knew that wasn’t my job. And I know that was crazy. I wish I could go back and do the whole thing over again because I think I’d see his crazy sooner than later and I could swerve out of his path and avoid the whole head-on collision
-rachel gladstone
Once I realized what I was up against, I thought I was clever enough to outsmart crazy. I thought I’d be able to wait it out, to let it pass. Outwit it, kill it with kindness and drown it in sanity. I thought that I had enough love in me to quiet the storms of crazy that roiled and thundered and never seemed to abate. I guess that was my own form of crazy. But crazy is infectious and if you hang around it long enough it begins to drag you down. Truth be told, I tried to save him, even though deep down, I knew that wasn’t my job. And I know that was crazy. I wish I could go back and do the whole thing over again because I think I’d see his crazy sooner than later and I could swerve out of his path and avoid the whole head-on collision
-rachel gladstone
Saturday, July 23, 2011
Clear out the smoke and usher in the light
Sunday, July 10, 2011
my artwork
Monday, April 4, 2011
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