Mermaid /  by Jessica Peterson

I have been dreaming of doing a mermaid shoot for about 2 years now and it has finally happened (well, due to the tragic loss of my new love/camera only half of the shoot has been completed).
I had the help of some amazing and talented girls, when I post more I will credit Rachel, Leah and Natalie properly. 


/  by Jessica Peterson

Here are images from my beautiful friend Claire's Birthday
It was every little kids dream Birthday party.







We made bubbles... My favorite.



cupcakes

there was even flying




I am happy we haven't quite grown up.

/  by Jessica Peterson


Sometimes it rains and you have a choice if you want to dance in it

And when it stops and things begin to clear that is when you find yourself in the most beautiful of situations.

Today /  by Jessica Peterson

Today I:

-Woke up in a house that was not my own and watched the sunrise over a lake.
-Drove home before work to brush my teeth and maybe change my shirt.
-Typed the letters "ms" into a paths that connected images to website for people to look at and and decide if they want to actually purchase whatever it was.
-Ate a slice of pizza.
-Did not drink a diet coke with that slice of pizza. (It has been 9 days)

Oh what a day.

Maybe tomorrow I will have something much more exciting to report.

Jess

/  by Jessica Peterson


                                                              This is what I woke up to.
Max somehow fast asleep with his lip supporting his entire head. 
It is always nice to start the day laughing.

I am an imposter. /  by Jessica Peterson


I am not a redhead.
If I am ever complemented while in public it is usually for my hair and for some reason I feel bad that I am being complemented on something false so I usually tell the person thank you but it is not really this red. 
Tonight a friend and I went out to dinner and as we were leaving I felt a tap on my shoulder, I turn around and standing behind me is a cute redheaded boy.  I smiled at him and he smiles back then shyly says to me that he likes my hair, but he said it in such as if he were giving me some secret handshake for a club he thinks we both belong to.  He seemed sorta proud, like he met someone from his same tribe or lost culture that few are apart of.  I felt bad and I couldn't make eye contact with him after that and quickly said thanks and shuffled away into the darkness. 
I just wanted to let the world know, that my hair is great but it is not my own, the truth is, is that I do not know the true color of my hair and I am not willing to find out.



DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVE A WEAK STOMACH /  by Jessica Peterson

A TRUE STORY


Today is Thursday, I used to look forward to Thursdays because Thursday is Thai day and Thai day gets me out of bed on Thursday mornings... I like Thai food.
Did like Thai food.

Er... why are the good things in life so often tainted by the ugly?

Let me tell you the story of today. Thursdays we order Thai to the office, we all sit around a table stuffing our happy faces with goodness until we feel sick and sleepy.  This afternoon Jana comes back from picking up our food carrying the giant white bags of curry, pad thai and rice.  She plops the bags onto the table and we all come running.  Names are written on the top of each cellophane box and out of the bag comes a box with my name written boldly on it, "Jessica".  I quickly and selfishly grab and open my box, a fluffy white mountain rice is before me and I drown it with the entire contents of my yellow curry.  For some reason I get a strange feeling (I usually do right before something bad happens) I felt as if I was going to come across something unpleasant, a chewy bit of chicken maybe, I guess the wildest parts of my imagination could have never thought up what was really going to be discovered.  I went against my better judgement and I take a few bites, things were good, tastes fine to me.  Then I see a little speck of black, I hone in, it is what I suspected, a black hair...  I pause for a second then decide tug at the hair, I pull it slowly from the once lusted after yellow curry and it seems to never end, I expect the hair to end the way it started, just a hair, but this hair brought with it a companion and out pops an object.
This object was nothing other than soft, slimy band-aid, you know, the cotton and nylon strap that covers oozing wounds and infected portions of your body.  I walked away from the crime scene for a moment in horror then return to make sure everyone else who is eating the curry stops what they are doing. We laughed and shrieked and swore for a while, it was equally humorous and horrifying.

You see, the funny part of this story is that 3 days ago I get a random text from my brother suggesting to me that I start taking photos of the gross things I find in my food and publish a book about it later on.  He text me that because I have been know to find the most vile things in my meals.  I am tellin' ya,  I am the one in a room of a thousand people who will find the one hair or bug every time.  Flies, worms, hair, short curly dark hair, glass, plastic, chewed gum (yes, gum on my plate that was served to me), more bugs, mystery floaties, you name it, I have nearly eaten in.

Any way today was gross and I pray this will be the worst of it.

All I know is the next time I order from this place (which will not happen) I will make sure to ask for the band-aids on the side.