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This is NOT a postcard.
Whelp.
I'm a husband and I've got me a wife. All good things.
Happy Birthday??
Ginger problems turned 1 today, as I was told by an email from tumblr!
#wineclubproblems
Old post
Bringing back an old post, but it's fitting for the day: Turn Da Page One of my favorite feelings in the world is starting a new month. It is the most literal way of turning a page in your life. You’re putting an entire month in your back pocket. A month in which you were able to make your own, to create new friendships, new challenges, or see new things. A month to make mistakes, and hopefully learn from them as you grow. A sliver of time in your life (maybe 1/960 if you live to be 80) that you’ll never get back, so hopefully you treated it well. Hopefully you got something you deserved, accomplished something you never thought you could, or maybe you were just very content. I for one, believe there is nothing wrong with being content. Either way, that’s 30 days days that were hopefully treated as gems. Life is funny sometimes, so treat every good thing that comes to you as a gift, and take every bad thing with a grain of salt. Life is much larger than most can even imagine. My April was pretty damn good. Was yours?
Race Week
Half marathon is Sunday. I haven't done much of anything active in 2 full weeks now due to my runners knee. I'd say the knee feels 80-90% but who knows seeing as that I haven't tested it too much. I'm praying it holds up on Sunday. I want to finish this so bad.
I just hope it helps.
For a about 3 years now, I have been sharing my story of family tragedy and domestic violence on a quarterly basis. A good friend's wife works in the Domestic Violence court division up in Rockford and they started this Impact Panel to try and reach out to offenders. People with domestic violence charges against them are court ordered to attend these impact panels where they have to sit and listen to different stories of people's lives and how they have been affected by domestic violence crimes. My mom and I have been telling our story every few months since the programs inception. I thought it might get easier to share my story out loud to people, but it never does. I tear up every time. It usually happens when I begin to talk about my nephew and how his life is affected by not having his mother and father around. My mom also cries every time and that's really hard to see too. The morning and afternoon of the day I go to speak is always tough. It's all I think about. Whelp, today is that day again.... I'll take the 2 hour drive up to Rockford after work and my mom will do the same. We meet at the same place for dinner every time. We usually discuss life in general but always touch on happy thought and memories of Danielle. Then we walk over to the place where we will tell our story to 50-75 domestic violence offenders. Most of them just give blank states and look bored during our talks, much like a lazy student who doesn't want to be in school. But some seem to be taken back by our story, some so much that they too shed a few years. Those are the ones who will approach us after the evening is over and express their condolences, give us hugs and apologize for what we've been through. Those are the ones that I hope will never raise a hand to anyone who is undeserving ever again. Those are the ones who's significant others I think about possibly being safer now that my story has been told. I hope it's worth it. I just hope it helps at least one person.
FML
Runners knee less than 3 weeks before my race. Efffff.
What to do?
Today is supposed to be my last long run before the half marathon in three weeks. I want to run outside, but its supposed to rain all evening. Do I run in the rain with the possibility of having to run in the rain for the race anyway? Or do I bore myself to death on a treadmill for nearly 2 hours?
BOOM!
My month (+ 5 days) of a (hopefully) strict diet, (hardly*) no drinking, and hardcore final weeks of training for the half marathon starts today! Wish me luck. *I will celebrate Kelsey's birthday with some drinks this Saturday. I will also have a few at the Red Wings/Blackhawks game on the 12th.
Don't Care!
Since when did Facebook become a religious forum?! To each their own when it comes to religious beliefs, but is it really necessary to post pictures, links, and bible verses? What are you really trying to accomplish by posting these things? I would venture to guess that 97% of your Facebook "friends" don't care. Which means if you have 500 "friends," 15 people care. And I bet you can call those 15 people to talk about it. Or see them at church on Sunday. Either way, can you do the 485 others a favor and just leave Facebook to what it's meant for: creeping on people and planning events. Disclaimer - I'm agnostic, not atheist
Stop staring...
It's deodorant ya weirdos. Yes, I do have an insane issue with getting deodorant on the outside of my shirt. And no, it doesn't matter what I put on first. This still happens at least 2-3 times a month. Want to smell the white mark on my shirt? Will that make you believe me?
"I don't mean to interrupt, but...."
is ALWAYS followed by an interruption. I think I might go around to people in the middle of conversations, stop and say, "I don't mean to interrupt, but...." Then I'll just walk away. Mind. Blown.
Life becomes easier when you learn to accept an apology you never got.
Robert Brault
The Worst
thuh wurst, noun Definition: the first day back at work after an amazing vacation. Source: My Life
Just did an awesome beach run! The views are amazing here. So is the weather, the ocean breezes, and how secluded it is. I can wake up and run everyday to this. But let's not kid. I'm on vacation. This might only happen one more time.