I like pink, Paris and black and white…but not wine | iPhoneography

I kind of have an obsession with Paris. I have never been there, except in my fantasies and dreams, but I think of it a lot. It is on my list of places to go and I am planning on it within the next two years. I decided to decorate my youngest daughter’s room with the Parisian theme in the colors of pink, white and sage. But now there is a considerable amount of brown in there too, seeing as I constantly change my mind. I also absolutely adore the black and white Parisian theme, so that became my bathroom. And because I stated I have an obsession, it is also the theme in my room. Except my color scheme is silver, gray and white with a hint of pink.

I think it might be because I am in love with love and romance……….and bread. What? I like bread…..anyway. I have loved I suppose, but I have never really been IN LOVE. You know the kind where you smile ridiculously all day because of the thought of him, and your heart beats wildly with the thought of his name and birds constantly sing loudly where ever you go? Ok, that might be a bit much. But seriously, I have never been so ridiculously in love with someone, and for me, when I think of Paris, I think about that.

Not only that, but I think of all the architecture and history and how beautiful it must be. Just the experience of it all, and one day I will go. Until then, I will dream with the cityscape picture above my head, the little American decorations that are supposed to be Paris like all around my room and be happy in my own little world….Now only if I could improve my relationship with wine. I imagine I’d want to drink wine while there. Just a little bit of information, wine and I are not friends. Honestly, I am not sure if we will ever be, but I am willing to give it another go. My first experience with wine is an odd one and it involved a Ferrari and a guy trying to get in my pants upon the first meeting…was it the wine’s fault? Don’t be silly, of course not, but the massive headache/hangover that followed the next day was. Ugh, I get sick just thinking of it. The douchebag, not the wine. But that part isn’t that nice to┬áreminisce about either.

My second meeting with wine was at a local winery. Apparently I do not know my limits. I seem to be a rockstar when it comes to anything else, but wine? That is a sneaky b**ch. I did a wine tasting then shared a whole bottle of wine with my date and then ya know, couldn’t drive back home. Sure, that wasn’t embarrassing at all. I had a massive hangover THAT DAY. Eff the next morning, it couldn’t wait and the rest of the day I felt like hell….

My third meeting with wine was mixed with Rum and Tequila……that was a disaster. That night also prompted me to buy a glow in the dark Ouija board through my Amazon App. The hangover the next day was unimaginable.

So while some of you might be shaking your head and yelling at me through your computer screens unbeknownst to me, I know that wine is to be sipped and enjoyed…..mind you I know this, now. But at the time of me drinking it, I felt that is what I WAS doing, and I felt just fine. Fine until I had one more sip, or I stood up and then BAM…we were enemies Just Like That.

So since I put this post was about, “iPhonography” (Which honestly, when I say it, the sick part of my mind always reminds me it sounds a LOT like pornography.-Don’t act like you don’t think so too…) I will post some pictures that I took and of course ran through Instagram.

Enjoy! I am off to make chicken stirfry using a teriyaki/soy sauce concoction that I bought in a ridiculously large jug today at Costco.

-What is mounted above my head and with every night I say a silent prayer that the 3M Command Strips hold and does not let this thing fall while I sleep sending me into a coma.

The outfit I bought my daughter today at Costco, black white and pink. ­čÖé My youngest one has one similar. I smell a photo shoot soon!

And Me…:)….Needing to make my bed.

And for good measure, my daughter’s kicks….I just love them. And they are pink, so they are kinda relevant to this post. And if not, eff it, I am putting them up anyway because honestly, who doesn’t think baby shoes are cute?

Exorcist Stairs | Sightseeing

I love Horror movies. I do not mean “whore” movies where there is nothing but sex and unnecessary nudity and random killings, but actual good horror movies. Ok, I understand they had that stuff in the original Halloween movies, but these days it seems just a reason to show a little T&A. But I digress, so now I will talk about an awesome classic. The Exorcist.

The Exorcist is still one of my all time favorite horror movies and love the part where Regan back-bend crawls down the steps in the director’s cut version. Not much scares me, but I think if I saw that in real life, even if it wasn’t a demonic, pea soup spitting, foul mouthed child, that I would flip my sh*t. People should not back bend down the stairs, it is just not right!


This back-bend was creepy as hell too in The Last Exorcism


And as much as I like her shoes, this kinda scares me a little but only because of the Exorcist, not the photographer’s vision. Did I mention I love her shoes?


But all of this talk about back-bends is totally not the point of this post. However, we can now make a point on how I ramble and sometimes get off topic a little….even though slightly related….ahem….anyway.

I live in Virginia and not far from DC, though I have only lived here only a couple years. I was out in Georgetown with a friend of mine and we decided to go see the famous stairs they used in the Exorcist movie that claimed the lives of 2 of the characters.

I had to laugh when we walked up and we clearly, even after all these years, were not the only ones there to see the steps because of the movie. I am still very much a “tourist” in these parts, but I for some reason feel embarrassed to let others think I am. I have no idea why. So I kinda tried keeping my “cool” and apparently act like this big camera around my neck was merely an expensive fashion accessory and that I wasn’t there to take pictures of the steps. I even smiled at my friend when a guy and his lady friend walked up chatting about the movies and how, “Regan’s window would have been right here” as he pointed to the fence that is at the top of the stairs. Clearly not a building like depicted in the movie. (By the way, at the very end of the movie, there is a blooper in that they draw the camera away and you can see there is no house there where these guys fell out the window…..)

So I took a few shots while there, and yes, even one of me at the bottom of the stairs like I fell…..

A few days later, that same friend and I watched the Exorcist to excitedly point out that we in fact were just there. Did I mention I am easily amused? So here are a couple of the shots….enjoy. (these have been compressed twice so the quality may be off. Once for FB, then those were ran through LR when exported).


The fence at the top of the stairs.