To the point

Summer. It's nice.

The process of thought, sorry you actually have to do it yourself...

A while back I was tagged by Dana for a Thinking Blogger Award Apparently I make her think. Always figured this blog was a bit on the crazy side to make people think in good ways...but yay? Never really knew what to do with this, seeing as I don't go to many other blogs. I still prefer an unplugged world I guess.

According to the rules

A: If, and only if, you get tagged, write a post with links to 5 blogs that make you think,
B: Link to this post so that people can easily find the exact origin of the meme,
C: Optional: Proudly display the ‘Thinking Blogger Award’ with a link to the post that you wrote.

She tagged the only other blogs I go to, but...I didn't see a rule about not tagging the same person twice.

Christy - Ok, supermom over there's got 4 kids and I swear I'd go crazy in her life after a few hours. She not only manages it with ease (ok that might be a stretch) but also finds really amazing recipes.

Christy's Cooking - It's a separate blog, so it gets a separate award. I miss her cooking. She totally makes me think about new ways to make food.

Liz & Patrick - The queen of lists and of finding anything fun to keep your kids entertained with and her very funny and talented hubby. If you haven't read some of their posts...do.

I may be breaking from tradition here, but I'm also posting people that make me think. They don't do the blogging world, but if they did I think they'd be awesome.



Dad - I love my dad's sense of humor, it's like mine. He's always emailing me something odd or thought provoking from somewhere in the world. A picture of 800 naked women in Australia got my Friday off definite inquisitive start.



Rhyce - My more feminine, twin buddy from Perth. He's got good ramblings, a very silly personality and amazing to talk to for hours. He is my favorite bad carrot.

L.O.S.S

I'm at a loss. A Lack Of Substantial Stimulation.

I have come to realize that my pictures rely on a delicate balance of misery and enjoyment.

I'm numb and empty.

I can't take pictures when I'm like this.

Baby I'll... try again, try again
Baby I die... every night, every time

What I was, isn't what I am
I'd change back but I don't know if I can

Still I'll try... try again, try again
Baby I die... every night, every time