i know the best people.

when i think about it, my life is full of people who humor me endlessly. they smile and say, "fiiiiine, kylie. sure." when i am obnoxious and have ridiculous ideas like driving three hours just for a photoshoot, or when i ask them to pose for me in outrageous getups and laughable situations and genuinely questionable scenarios and oh so many jump shots. you know who you are and i love you for it.


speaking of some of those people i love who have graciously humored me my entire life:

 

Part two:

All the best things happen in the desert. (even alien sightings)

Kylie, you're a nut.

And below is part one of my alien abduction photo series. hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.
Yes, I did just say that.

Roswell: town of aliens and weirdos.

Let me get this straight. I will be the first to admit that I'm a bit weird. I mean, I willingly walked around town with a tin foil hat and bra for a solid hour, just because I thought it was funny. Totally weird, right? Agreed. But all my weird combined still didn't make me the weirdest person in town. Good on yah Roswell, for making me feel more normal. That being said, I might need to explain that my inspiration for these photos was part ninja/alien/tourist. It's also very clear that I need to quit my day job and become a model. And that my mother is a saint, not only for humoring me, but for taking my photo, and also donning tin foil antennas of her own.

2,000 miles later:

ROOOOOOOOOADTRIP BABY! They're probably one of my most favorite things ever. I like them like Winnie loves the wild and like the desert loves the sun. (that's a whole bunch) This month I had some extra days off from work and knew that the only way to properly fill them was to drive to the last corners of New Mexico that I hadn't seen yet. My mom (a-true-blue-momma-bear-worry-wart) didn't want me to go alone, so she came with. It was a fabulous time of no-fuss, belly-laughing, and adventure finding.

Also, White Sands National Monument is one of the best places in NM. 

A Christmas miracle.

One of my girls at work asked me to teach her how to twerk yesterday. And all at once, I was horrified and flattered. Me! Knowing how to twerk well enough to teach others? I must admit, it was a refreshing change from the disgusted glares and usual squeals to "please stop!" when I dance at work. Teenagers are so kind. 

mountain 'splorin.

Okay, maybe I don't hate winter that much. At least not when you can run through the freshly fallen snow and feel like you're Balto. 

I sleep in my bed with my sleeping bag and wool socks.

Don't believe the dramatics. It was 65 degrees again today in Aztec. I am a drahmuh queen. But I can pretend I like the winter when looking at these photos. I am obsessed with the southeast corner of Colorado. 

Lucky duck.

It's not too often that a girl has friends that will drive hours to is visit and them humor her endlessly by posing for cheeseball/titanic/hilarious photos. Or friends that pretend to be triplets with you, or cook you delicious meals, or laugh at your pathetic jokes, or help you collect firewood hillbilly style. It also doesn't hurt when they can pull off cowboy hats and have beards with magic powers. (note: that stinkin toothpick!)

Bahston baby.

 cheesball bff photo seshs. subway trips. JFK fancy pants tours. glorious people watching. twin bed sleeping. ice cream eating. green apple licorice inhaling. ship yard walks. sassy senior photoshoots. leaf peeping. THE CANNOLIS. oh, the cannolis. whatta weekend.

Don't mind me.

I'm a sucker for photo series. Below is one of my own and I don't even care if it's something as cliche as a footstagram. I went to St. Louis a couple of weeks ago and couldn't pass up on an opportunity to visit City Museum. (even if it meant ditching out on a conference session.) It's heaven on earth for a lover of details, craftiness, mosaics, creativity, imagination, slides, and fun. If I had to write a list of my favorite places in the US, this place would be in my top ten. It is thaaaaaat cool. :)

Dumb. Stupid. Crazy.

 My Grandpa and Pops came to visit me in the glorious desert oasis of Aztec, New Mexico. We ate at every restaurant within a 20 mile radius. Bill tried Thai food for the first time. I tried to get him to try my tofu and he promptly responded that he'd rather go to Subway. We bought 20 dollars worth of cookies at my favorite bakery.  My grandpa made me laugh so hard and so often that I started writing the hilarious things he said down. My favorite one perfectly describes him and my dad perfectly. After days of spending 24/7 together, he made this observation about my dad. "Dumb. Stupid. Crazy. He can't say those words without adding ass at the end." Soooooooooooo ridiculously true. We saw mountains and deserts and couldn't decide which was more beautiful. We hit casinos at least twice a day and at every opportunity. I won $14 on my grandpa's favorite "Sex and The City" penny machine. I caught up with my dad and we discussed life. They humored me and my self-timered-family-photos. It was glorious.

Craz