(don't hold my hand)

everybody just hold hands

2010-12-12T13:44:00.001-08:00

Clap your hands

2010-12-12T00:56:00.000-08:00

Snuggle

2010-12-06T00:40:00.000-08:00

Don't let go>

2010-12-06T00:27:00.001-08:00

Insane handle bars..

2010-12-06T00:18:00.000-08:00

Insane handle bars..

2010-12-01T01:04:00.000-08:00

High five dude.

This little baby had me at hello. What a charmer.

2010-11-24T15:37:00.001-08:00

A hand written letter is like a hug from behind. You don't see it coming but once you get it you don't want it to end.

http://www.maryandmax.com/

Based on a true story. This movie was so touching. With both hands.

2010-11-22T23:37:00.000-08:00

One handlebaring

2010-11-08T08:59:00.000-08:00

Yeeee Hawww! Horse hands.

2010-11-04T22:15:00.001-07:00

I love his little hands.

2010-11-03T19:44:00.000-07:00

You have the world in your hands.

2010-11-03T19:26:00.000-07:00

Throw your hands in the air and make them stay there... congrats on your new home Cori.

2010-11-03T19:16:00.000-07:00

We use our hands to pick our ____.

Washing your hands is very important.

2010-09-15T22:11:00.000-07:00

Communication

2009-12-13T14:33:00.000-08:00

Communication is the most important part of any relationship. Miss-understandings lead to hurtful feelings, which lead to anger, which lead to a world where no one speaks to one another. No matter how you do it, communication is the most important part of our lives. The longer you leave something unsaid the harder it will become to say anything.

Beauty is in your hands

2009-12-12T14:25:00.000-08:00

How beautiful life is when you see things clearly. Culture and traditions from the past combined with todays world, brings us back to who we are and what we believe in. Have an open mind about everything. Beauty is right in front of you. It is different from you. All you have to do is open your hands and reach out to the things you've never tried before. You will realize that the most beautiful things are the ones that are different from what you are used to. Beauty is in your hands.

Found image.

Face it

2009-12-11T00:38:00.001-08:00

It's okay to be sad but don't do it for too long you'll forget how to be HAPPY.

found image.

Love

2009-12-08T23:47:00.000-08:00

Love is up to you. It is in your hands. Fate is only the beginning, it shows you the way. But in the end it is up to you to hold on to it or to let go.

Mime

2009-12-07T08:49:00.000-08:00

Mime's love to use their hands. Main body part used for gesturing.

This beautiful painting is done by Dana Ellyn. You can find her work at: http://www.danaellyn.com/

I want to hold your hand

2009-12-04T01:45:00.000-08:00

The Beatles are the best. I would love to hold hands with any of the members.

2009-12-03T12:37:00.000-08:00

Hands
by Bruce Alan Humphrey

Hands live to caress and love.
Hands live to fight and die.
Forever living hands, forever exploring are hands.

Remarkable hands, storied hands.
Hands, hands can build.
Hands can mold, shape, and speak.
Hands can grasp for the heavens, touch it and believe in the make believers.

Through the fingers thoughts explode as pen touches paper.
Tones and melodies erupt from inner emotions becoming reality.
Heart and soul become one as fingers scrawl quickly, feverishly.
Pounding blood surges through the fingers forcing the pen onward, causing tears to fall from an eye.

Truth flows from the mind; the hand transports it into being.
Embracers of the brush, digits move carefully following intricate lines drawn on canvas.
Colors blend together, vibrant, beautiful, soaring to mosaics of sky and water.
The calming sense of touch slows the scene until order graces the fabric.

Forgotten til’ their lost.
Forgotten until they are crippled, hands are taken for granted for their life giving talent.
Bent and crooked they are silenced from the song they once sang.
Memories now distant are relegated to the wall or museums.
Dusty shelves house the books of the once pulsating, vital, movements that the hand generated.

Hands have saved lives and taken them just as easily.
They create the saviors of life as well as the purveyors of death.
Creating and destroying with a single move a finger can move mountains or search the unknown heavens.

Hands live to caress and love.
Hands live to fight and die.
Forever living hands, forever exploring are hands.

Pinch Me

2009-12-02T00:07:00.000-08:00

It's that feeling you get when someone is so cute, you just can't help yourself. You know it will physically hurt them, but they are just too cute.

Hands are ugly even as cookies. Blah!

baby hands

2009-12-01T11:00:00.000-08:00

This is the creepiest looking thing ever. These little guys are hand soap. Yup, for 20 bucks a bag you too can have creepy baby hands to wash your own hands with?

Here is the link I found these baby hands: http://blogs.smarter.com/beauty/2009/02/02/what-is-the-best-hand-soap/

2009-11-30T11:23:00.000-08:00

Keep your hands to yourself.

My outrage upsets you even when it's your fault.

2009-11-29T11:33:00.000-08:00

... But tomorrow is another day. You live you learn you start to play. The only answer that I can find is time will heal your body, spirit, and mind.

2009-11-27T00:24:00.000-08:00

"This is Chester... He is obsessed with hand holding."

Sometimes

2009-11-26T12:29:00.000-08:00

Don't think about it. Trust me.

2009-11-25T23:59:00.000-08:00

HAPPY THANKSGIVING EVERYONE!!!

I love thanksgiving, it gives us a reason to stop from our busy lives and thank the ones who lend us a hand. Sometimes we get so involved in what we are doing, we forget how much we have to be thankful for. Thank you to all my family and friends. To all those who have been in my life. Without you I wouldn't be who I am.

THANK YOU!

My Nightmares

2009-11-24T22:50:00.001-08:00

My nightmares involve hands.

They come at me.

They want to take me away.

These hands will hurt me.

These hands are ugly.

They hold me down and don't let me wake up.

I'm getting nervous and sweaty just writing this. Oy!

I HATE hands. EWWW!

Best feeling on earth

2009-10-25T00:11:00.000-07:00

This might sound strange to those who don't have long hair. The best feeling on earth has to do with hair being stuck in your shirt. Let me explain. When you have long hair and shed half as much as I do, you can skip to paragraph two. But if you still don't know what I am talking about I will explain. Sometimes, when you have long hair, a piece gets caught in your shirt as you are putting the shirt on. Now at first you don't feel a thing. You don't even know that in a few hours this one piece of hair is going to annoy the shit out of you. But as the day grows so does this annoyance. At first you just feel uncomfortable and soon you get one of three symptoms. Annoyance, irritation, and angst.

You struggle for a few minutes trying to reach to this piece of hair that seems to be unreachable. You do the turn around swirl, the upside down reach around, the pencil in the shirt with a paper clip attached to the end. And finally after the shack and bend you get to this piece of hair.

No matter how you pull the thing out, whether it's nice and slow or fast and hard, the best feeling on earth comes over you. The feeling of accomplishment, comfort, knowing that you are just a little bit cleaner even if it was your own hair, and a little bit of a tickle. This wonderful feeling last as long as two seconds and then you are back to your normal annoyance, irritation, and angst but without the hair part.

socks+hardwood floors=pain

2009-09-19T10:54:00.000-07:00

I love to cook. I love to eat. But I always end up really hurting myself during the process. Sometimes the injury happens outside of the kitchen.

I woke up with a craving. Went to the kitchen and stood in front of the refrigerator for about an hour. Finally it came to me, I wanted to make brownies. Yum, I love brownies. I had a feeling I might get hurt today so I was being extra careful with almost everything I was doing during the brownie making process. When I finished mixing and put the brownies in the oven, I realized that nothing had gone wrong.

I was playing on my computer when I smelled something burning. Got up from my seat and started to run. During this time of panic I forget that socks+hardwood floors=pain. When I finally came to, I saw blood and felt a lot of pain. Why I ask myself, why? But no answer. At the moment all i wanted to do was fix the gash on my chin. About 10 to 15 minutes later after I stopped the bleeding and put some ice on my face, I realized the brownies were still in the oven. Slowly I walked towards the oven open the oven door and look inside only to find perfectly cooked brownies waiting for me to take them out. So when the box says 20 minutes it actually means 30 to 35 minutes.

Lesson learned: socks+hardwood floors=pain

counting sheep...

2009-06-21T02:50:00.000-07:00

I can never go to sleep. There are many ways in which people bore themselves in order to fall asleep. Read a book, watch t.v., knit a scarf, count some sheep? I'm not sure if this is really the reason why I sometimes actually fall asleep, but I like to count sheep. Not just any sheep. My sheep are special. They bounce of course, but they don't really make it over the fence. And for some reason I only remember counting to 5 maybe 7 at most. They pile up too high and I get bored and fall asleep. Seriously, if anyone knows of any really boring shit to do that will help me sleep please let me know.

2009-06-09T11:12:00.000-07:00

Don't get me wrong. I love these ads. Oh how I do. But somehow drinking and perfection? I had a dream last night. Someone I love told me in my dream that they would pick alcohol over me. Told me to get lost and never talk to him again. Is there something I'm missing here? I love to drink as well, but to pick a drink over an actual person is kinda depressing.