look book: denim on denim

I couldn't resist wearing a little denim on denim over the weekend! It's kinda fun to wear the same material but slightly different. It's also really comfortable! I found this shirt at a Goodwill last month for $3 and I couldn't say no. I really couldn't see myself spending $25+ for a new one when I'm not sure how often I'll wear it. But now that I think of it..this shirt could look equally cute tucked into a floral skirt. Maybe I'll try that tomorrow!

shirt thrifted, shorts Gap, shoes Jeffrey Campbell, necklaces and purse Forever 21, ring Erica Anenberg via HauteLook

What do you guys think about denim on denim? Is it a yes or a no?

Also make sure to enter my giveaway for the Perricone MD Summer Survival Kit!!


just kiss me

unknown/love trains

Perricone MD Giveaway!

Hi everyone! I am so excited to offer an amazing giveaway by the genius skincare line Perricone MD. So it's summer, and it's getting hotter, and when that happens beauty and skin care can often take a back seat. But don't worry because the Summer Survival Kit will help keep your skin beautiful and vibrant even during those hot, sticky days. {They're so gross, right?} Included in this retailed $125 kit is:

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Dr Perricone has so many great products including a Perricone Lip Plumper {which you can see here} that I've heard great things about!

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Giveaway ends Friday July 9th! So you have a little over a week. Winner will be chosen at random. Good luck!


i'm Sorry

andrea huemmer

For blaming you to be the reason for my weight gain and supposed uglinesss. I was still pretty with you. And I'm sorry for never believing you. Because I know my insecurities ended us. But I was so happy at one point.

But now I'm just fat, and sad. Where there was once radiance is now replaced with underlying dullness.

But I know this is the best for us because I'm learning. It really is the hardest way but thats the only way. This pain let's me know that I'm capable of feeling. Sadness is the only passion that lets me know there is blood in these veins. I can appreciate everything. Most importantly, I will appreciate you.

I know you might not want me back for all the terrible things I said. The things I said I wanted. I'm so selfish. I never cared about anyone except for myself. And you cared about me more than you cared about you. I wish I could say the same. I understand that you are completely unattractive to the fact my cravings for experience overpower my cravings for your existence. But its not cravings for experience, but more so, for growth.

So I can feel beautiful without you telling me. So I can learn to handle this messiness. So i can put myself together and be okay. But I need to love myself first before I can love you.

breakfast outside

One of my favorite things about summertime is eating outside. It's a little thing that I absolutely love. One day I can't wait to have a beautiful backyard like my parents so I can have outdoor parties and picnics.

My mom makes these amazing pancakes and they're so good. They are light and fluffy and amazing with a little butter and syrup. I could eat plate-fulls but I try to resist {and share!}. I liked making blueberry tacos with them!

Ginger couldn't have any pancakes so she settled for a leaf as she lounged on Matthew's feet. Too cute!

My weekend was full of puppy stuff. Ginger got her third round of shots so she's finally able to go on walks and play with other dogs! She also saw three of her siblings and played with them. It was the cutest thing ever! I can post pictures if anyone is interested although they're not as nice since puppies aren't the easiest subjects to work with. I also know some people could care less about dogs {no offense taken} so I don't want to bombard you with Ginger pictures all the time!

I hope you all had a fun and relaxing weekend!

Sold 1948 Panhead Tanks for sale Sold

I have a pretty nice set of 48-49 panhead gas tanks for sale with original emblems . They are all complete with the tank shift and petcock. The paint is pretty old with nice patina . I am not sure if the tanks leaks they look if they have had a few small repairs over the years but they look pretty good. Please call or email if interested.

49 Pan BIKE Time Germany

Andrea sent me this awesome spread in Bike Time a real sweet german mag on the 49 pan chopper I built for him. Real cool wish I could read german thanks loads buddy you can check his blog for cool luxembourger stuff VIRGAN I have a real sweet knuckle waitin for you brother love jeremiah

Hot MAMA's

please someone build a sweet trike like these hot mamas doin it real free on a cold winter night

i don't believe in love anymore.


I don't believe in love anymore. I once was love's biggest fan. I loved love. I believed in love at first sight, true love, soul mate, all that mushy-gushy stuff the best songs and books are written about. It's what every little girl dreams about. One day my prince will come....blah blah blah. I used to believe in love. I was in love, like I'm talking head over heals, stars in your eyes in L-O-V-E. I loved you with all my heart even though I knew you weren't perfect. You were always more sure about us. Then we broke up for a summer, but our hearts led us back together after three months of not ever really being broken up. When I walked in on you and her in bed, I thought my world would end. But time heals all wounds right? And you were so sorry and it was the biggest mistake of your life and I took you back once again. We were happy again and more in love than ever. Then you said you wanted to move in together when the summer ended. And from there we would live happily ever after, you even knew how you wanted to propose but wouldn't tell me the surprise. I was living every girls fantasy. Against the odds we were soul mates made for one another. You went on your graduation trip across Europe and wrote me romantic emails. Then an e-mail came from six time zones away saying it had all been a lie. A lie? Three years was a lie? What should I be more upset about my broken dreams and broken heart, or the fact that I fell for it? Only fools fall in love, and love played me like a fiddle. So I don't believe in love anymore. Because if you don't believe in love there is nothing to cry about, and I don't have anymore tears to cry. So I gave up on love because it gave up on me.

Hated of the world

Mr brian my sweet holme boy put up a real sweet story of his travels out to the west to visit check the Hated BOYS out thanks again for the sweet times buddy love jeremiah


both unknown

what I've learned...

I can't believe it's been 6 weeks since we got Ginger. Here are some examples of how my life has totally changed with her furry little presence:
  • I no longer need an alarm clock since she wakes me up as early as 6 a.m. {used to be 4}
  • I get excited when she does number two
  • Fleas have become my sworn enemies {and if I see one on her I'll chase it to its death}
  • I puppy-proof the house daily, and am constantly looking for her toys
  • Training has become an ongoing task {she knows sit, shake, down, roll over, and stay..kinda}
  • She has gone from 6 lbs to 10.7 lbs!
  • Endless puppy kisses
  • My new favorite thing is making her little mohair into a mohawk or in the above case a Donald Trump comb-over!
  • I have the cutest, most cuddly best friend!
I'm going to Matthew's work today for "Bring Your Dog to Work Day," although Ginger can't come since she hasn't gotten her third round of shots yet! She's getting them Sunday though so we're going to finally be able to go on walks!

Have a wonderful weekend everyone!



I cant get over how beautiful a voice she has, listen to the whole thing the song is just as beautiful..

Max Y Chris 4Q

two of the sweetest knuckles on the road

In the tubes

what will she be?

it transcends explanation


The night we met, is and will always remain a bit of a blur in my mind. Dizzy. Drinking. Dancing. Drunk. Close to tears because I could tell that the person who I was with then wasn’t the person I should be with. In my blurry state, I started to realise that there should be more to love then looking at the stars together, watching the fireworks and kissing in the back of limousines and spas. He wasn’t right for me, and I knew it deep down but my imagination build him up into being someone worthy of my love. We met eyes, we’d heard each others names, maybe passed each other by in the street before. We kept coming back to each other, as if drawn by something unexplainable. We shared a Jäger bottle, then you tied your bow tie round my neck. I wandered off. I lost your bow tie. You got angry. You got more drunk and forgot you were angry. we walked back to my friends house. For miles and miles, it seemed. We arrived at a primary school. The door to the principles office was left unlatched. We sat in the principles office. We had a bottle of vodka and wrote messages on the principles desk in shaky writing. Then we heard a strange sound. The security alarm. We ran away. Faster and faster. Down on the beach we walked for miles and miles. A gap between us, you knew the other boy I was with. We watched the stars and heard the surf. We got separated and you couldn’t find your way back from the house. We were close after this. inseparable. I bought you a new bowtie. A light blue one. We were together, but, always just friends. You were there for me to get over how I’d let myself fall for the wrong guy. You were still nursing a bruised and broken heart. I didn’t believe in love, but you convinced me that it was something wroth believing in. You made me want to believe in something – in wishing on shooting stars and being just friends. I thought that I just needed you as a friend. Just you. Nothing more. Nothing less. You were someone to share my secrets with and to cuddle up with when I was having trouble sleeping. You were someone who made me smile. I thought this was enough. It wasn’t anywhere near enough. One night, once again too much had been drunk, on both parts. We were together that night. In the closest way one can be with someone. I discounted all the other times I’d been with other boys. This was different from anything I’d ever know. You were better than whatever came before. Since then, we have been together. You make me cry just about everyday. You know just how to wind me up and you get annoyed over silly things. We have our flaws and our arguments, but you were the one who taught me how to love. I love your hugs. I love your enchanting smile. I love how cute you look when you’re angry. I love how you pull my jumper when you want to put your arm around me.. I love how you’re shy. I love it when I can feel you smiling when we kiss. I love our snuggles. I love how you make me laugh five minutes after making me cry... I just love you for you. I can’t explain why, it transcends explanation.

kickstart 1939

Well, today it only reached a high temp of 111f, i figured today was as good as any for another ride on the 39.

The 1939 E knucklehead completo again

Well, here she is all finished up!!! I got about 500 good miles on her and got the majority of the bugs worked out. She is the oldest bike I have done yet, a 1939 E model. It amazes me that she fires up and gets real sweet down the road, thanks to Mark down at AZ Custom Motor & Machine for helping out with his engine expertise. This was the first bike I ever attempted to do all the paint and body work myself. It was a task, but I had lots of help from my holme boy MAXWELL 4Q who was willing to give me a little of his endless knowledege on painting..
Kelly helped me out with the narrowing of the wide glide forks. He made up the seat and P-pad real nice also. If you need any superior fabwork done or real nice upholstery check him out atHAIFLEY BROS he is a real stand up young man.
This bike has gone through about 4 different changes over the past months; different frames, tanks, seat, forks, etc... My buddy, Whit, out in Georgia has been the most patient of patient men. I cannot wait for him to put some miles on her. I wish i could keep her a little longer but she is ready to put some miles with her new man. Thanks maxwell, kelly, luke, benji, marcus, mark, daniel and especially my sweet monita, jonas and angus for helping me get her all done.
love, jeremiah

sex and the city 2

When Elizabeth was in town the other week we got together with our other bestie Hanna to see Sex and the City 2. Before the show we got some drinks and a quick bite to eat at The Farm of Beverly Hills. It was a sunny LA afternoon so we sat outside. I love when the weather is like this!

Cornbread Muffins

Warm Pear and Brie Sandwich on Toasted Raisin Walnut Bread with Sweet Potato Fries

We weren't expecting the movie to be amazing {or better than the series}, but I think it could have been a little better. Did any of you see it? What did you think?


like i have never been hurt


the problem is my house


Dear J,

The problem is my house. You made love to me in my bed. You spent TV
seasons with me under that black and white blanket on my sofa. You sat
on my front porch talking to my mom, and you snuck in through my
basement window to see me.

The problem is my house. I remember what it feels like to fit kisses
sloppily between our laughs that time on the cabana by my pool. And
the night sky through my window looks the same tonight as it did the
night you had your arms around me. And I can still feel my heart rise
when you threw me playfully onto your shoulders and whirled me around
in front of my mirror.

Never mind that you were my first lover. Never mind that once, you
held my heart in your hand. Never mind that you have discovered all of
me, my every flaw and freckle.

The problem is my house. You’ve left your memory in all the rooms and
your lips on all the cups. Your faded image flickers as it lounges on
my kitchen chair smiling, like a dream my house is having.

I want to let you go. I need to. My heart is mine now; it hasn’t
skipped an honest beat to breath your name in a while. But the problem
isn’t my heart. The problem is my house - ‘cause in it, you’re
everywhere to me.

College is coming in September, and I'll be gone. Away from this house
and this town. Until then, "I'll be seeing you, in all the old
familiar places..."

Love always, G