Never been the type...

I've never been the type to let the butt-end of life crap all over me. I roll with the punches. I go with the flow. I make silly faces. I laugh for no bloody reason. I giggle uncontrollably and often find it difficult to explain the source of the glee that is me. The joi de vivre (my french is rusty, but me thinks that is close to correct). The joy of life. I'm not a down and out type of gal and it's really been grating my nerves lately. I don't stress. Why do I feel the need to stress now? There is simply no good reason. Not for me. Thesis shemesis. Gordimer flordimer. Sleep weep.. yes, I do miss my sleep. I waxed my mother's floor last night because I couldn't sleep. Oy. Sleep aside -- I'm sucking it up, putting on my big girl britches and moving on. If I don't get accepted into a program, it'll be ok. If I do get accepted, it'll be ok. Whatever happens, it will be ok. Tommi was never meant to be a nailbiting, sleepless, jumble of a mess. She was meant to soar--that's what her wings are for. There is a reason my daddy called me Baby Duck (yes, it had something to do with the whole flat-footed, pitter-pattering--but it's also about flying) The whole pearl, oyster, sand story? I'm totally making my pearl so bring on the sand. The whole shoot for the moon, hit a star? I'm aiming big, baby.
While looking for pictures to express this very sentiment, I came across two very different shots. (I'm limited. I'm at home.) While I seem to be hiding behind the obvious "center of attention" that was my older sister, and even Grandaddy is set on outshining us, what with those bows on his head (stuck lovingly by yours truly), I am no wallflower and the possibilities of life, of my life, are captured in a still frame. (My father seems well aware of the possibility that I may be armed with bows or other such remnants of a Father's Day.) Oh to be young and carefree... (Hallmark. Cheesy. Perhaps a stretch. Let me be. I do what I need to.)

The other picture is from the spread I did for the thai playboy.















I kid. I kid. It's actually from Paris and the garden tub that was bigger than my entire room... And it fully embodies the carefree Tommi who was hellbent on taking on the world and who was in the throws of doing just that. Bangkok, Paris, London -- (Bangkok is totally the new Rome...) Life then was making sure there were enough bubbles to hide the naughty parts and the only bad thing, as Budge always said, was when they changed garbage day to Friday.

I'm working on it, guys. I'm almost back. Bubbles, Dreams, Bows, Smiles, and Love, that's what MY life is about and that's what I'm about to get back to.