Okay. I'm done. I'm going to skip to Day 21...then call it. No more 30 day challenge.
Day Twenty-one: A photo of something that makes you happy.
Day Twenty-one: A photo of something that makes you happy.
8 years ago
Thursday, February 23, 2012
Sunday, February 19, 2012
Day 18: 5 Things That Irritate Me
- When people I'm not close to encroach upon my personal space.
- Leftover soap in the dispenser. Remember this?
- People who don't cover their coughs and/or sneezes. ew.
- When my child is sleeping and someone rings the doorbell. I realize it's not their fault. I realize they probably don't know my child is sleeping. I get it. But it still annoys me.
- When people who have given birth tell people who have or will adopt that they're doing it the easy way.
Saturday, February 18, 2012
Happy Heart Day
About once a year I get ambitious enough to do something creative. This year it was near Valentine's Day.
Happy Heart Day.
Happy Heart Day.
Days 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16 & 17
Bored of this 30 Day Blogging Challenge? That makes 2 of us. But I can't not finish. So...
Day Ten: I like the food here
Day Eleven: What's in my purse
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| The purse. |
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| Basically, the purse is full of a whole bunch of crap. |
Day Twelve: Relationship status
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| Married. Happily. To him. |
Day Thirteen: A quote
"If we don't change direction, we will arrive at where we are going." -Richard L. Evans
Day Fourteen: Some of my TV addictions
Parenthood
Survivor
Day Fifteen: Can't leave home without it
Chapstick, cell phone.
Day Sixteen: Describe a passion.
No. But here's a great picture instead.
Day Seventeen: Random picture (A change-up from the challenge list, by the way.)
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Friday, February 10, 2012
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
Day 8
Well, I didn't get around to day 7.
But here's Day Eight: A song to match your mood
The Luckiest by Ben Folds
I don't get many things right the first time
In fact, I am told that a lot
Now I know all the wrong turns, the stumbles and falls
Brought me here
And where was I before the day
That I first saw your lovely face?
Now I see it everyday
And I know
That I am
I am
I am
The luckiest
What if I'd been born fifty years before you
In a house on a street where you lived?
Maybe I'd be outside as you passed on your bike
Would I know?
And in a white sea of eyes
I see one pair that I recognize
And I know
That I am
I am
I am
The luckiest
I love you more than I have ever found a way to say to you
Next door there's an old man who lived to his nineties
And one day passed away in his sleep
And his wife; she stayed for a couple of days
And passed away
I'm sorry, I know that's a strange way to tell you that I know we belong
That I know
That I am
I am
I am
The luckiest
But here's Day Eight: A song to match your mood
The Luckiest by Ben Folds
I don't get many things right the first time
In fact, I am told that a lot
Now I know all the wrong turns, the stumbles and falls
Brought me here
And where was I before the day
That I first saw your lovely face?
Now I see it everyday
And I know
That I am
I am
I am
The luckiest
What if I'd been born fifty years before you
In a house on a street where you lived?
Maybe I'd be outside as you passed on your bike
Would I know?
And in a white sea of eyes
I see one pair that I recognize
And I know
That I am
I am
I am
The luckiest
I love you more than I have ever found a way to say to you
Next door there's an old man who lived to his nineties
And one day passed away in his sleep
And his wife; she stayed for a couple of days
And passed away
I'm sorry, I know that's a strange way to tell you that I know we belong
That I know
That I am
I am
I am
The luckiest
Monday, February 6, 2012
Day 6
Day Six: A photo of an animal you'd love to keep as a pet
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| Image from squidoo.com |
Sunday, February 5, 2012
Day 5
Day Five: Talk about your pets
We used to have a cat. He was crazy. But we loved him anyway.
He used to try to escape the house every chance he got. We learned to only open the door enough to fit our bodies through, and to quickly close it behind us.
We learned to keep the toilet seat down. (Well, I already did that. Someone else in the house learned.)
Sleeping with toes out of the blanket was out of the question.
He liked me to carry him on my shoulder like an infant.
He liked biting my hair (which, coincidentally, my son now does).
We taught him to jump up into our arms (No, not really. He taught us to catch him as he jumped towards our faces. Kind of unnerving for our visitors when he'd do that to them though.)
He would play fetch for Mike...if he felt like it.
For some reason, he really disliked one of my nephews. (And the feeling was mutual. Right Brev?).
If there were more than 2 people visiting our house, he would hiss and growl. And yet, he would not leave the room. He wanted to be where the people were, but he would make sure you knew he didn't want you there.
He could be really sweet and pleasant and funny when others weren't around. (For some reason, nobody believes me when I say that, though.)
You had to know just how much to pet him and scratch his ears, because if you went a split-second too long or scratched the wrong spot, he would turn on you and attack. We knew him well enough to avoid that. But others didn't. (Sorry Mom!)
As he grew older, he got more crazy. He started freaking out if he made it outside. It was like the smell or something brought out the wild animal in him. A friend of mine nicknamed him Kujo after one such episode. (Sorry Cami!) The funny thing was, as soon as you got him back inside, he would start purring and act like nothing happened...like he didn't just about bite your head off 2 seconds ago. (Sorry Jenny Frame!)
We finally had to give him away shortly after we brought our son home. He had been doing ok with the kid, but I didn't ever dare take my eyes off them if they were together. The final straw, though, was when some friends were visiting us and El Gato made it outside. He immediately turned into Kujo, but worse than ever. He was hissing and growling and screaming, and wouldn't even let ME near him. (Which was rare). But he wouldn't run away, he just stayed near the porch and screamed and hissed and growled (for all the neighbors to hear, and think what bad kitty owners we are). I'm pretty sure we had to send our friends out the other door to make it past him. After getting gloves and a broom (yes, that's how bad it was) to get him back inside, he immediately camped out near our kitchen table and continued hissing and growling at us. It was all very chaotic. And maybe a little traumatic. (I'm pretty sure our friends' little girl will never look at kitties the same). Nobody could go near the kitchen for hours. I had to leave and when I got back, Mike had already made arrangements to have someone take him. Don't worry, they were told about his...er...quirks. I was told that he went to a family with a large farm that wanted an outdoor mouser. Whether or not that's true, I'm choosing to believe that he's outside and happy.
So anyway, that was the end of our pet owning days. At least for now.
We used to have a cat. He was crazy. But we loved him anyway.
He used to try to escape the house every chance he got. We learned to only open the door enough to fit our bodies through, and to quickly close it behind us.
We learned to keep the toilet seat down. (Well, I already did that. Someone else in the house learned.)
Sleeping with toes out of the blanket was out of the question.
He liked me to carry him on my shoulder like an infant.
He liked biting my hair (which, coincidentally, my son now does).
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| Happy boy, wary cat. |
He would play fetch for Mike...if he felt like it.
For some reason, he really disliked one of my nephews. (And the feeling was mutual. Right Brev?).
If there were more than 2 people visiting our house, he would hiss and growl. And yet, he would not leave the room. He wanted to be where the people were, but he would make sure you knew he didn't want you there.
He could be really sweet and pleasant and funny when others weren't around. (For some reason, nobody believes me when I say that, though.)
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| Both of these boys spent a lot of time staring longingly out the window |
You had to know just how much to pet him and scratch his ears, because if you went a split-second too long or scratched the wrong spot, he would turn on you and attack. We knew him well enough to avoid that. But others didn't. (Sorry Mom!)
As he grew older, he got more crazy. He started freaking out if he made it outside. It was like the smell or something brought out the wild animal in him. A friend of mine nicknamed him Kujo after one such episode. (Sorry Cami!) The funny thing was, as soon as you got him back inside, he would start purring and act like nothing happened...like he didn't just about bite your head off 2 seconds ago. (Sorry Jenny Frame!)
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| Eyeing those fingers as baby boy smiles on oblivious |
We finally had to give him away shortly after we brought our son home. He had been doing ok with the kid, but I didn't ever dare take my eyes off them if they were together. The final straw, though, was when some friends were visiting us and El Gato made it outside. He immediately turned into Kujo, but worse than ever. He was hissing and growling and screaming, and wouldn't even let ME near him. (Which was rare). But he wouldn't run away, he just stayed near the porch and screamed and hissed and growled (for all the neighbors to hear, and think what bad kitty owners we are). I'm pretty sure we had to send our friends out the other door to make it past him. After getting gloves and a broom (yes, that's how bad it was) to get him back inside, he immediately camped out near our kitchen table and continued hissing and growling at us. It was all very chaotic. And maybe a little traumatic. (I'm pretty sure our friends' little girl will never look at kitties the same). Nobody could go near the kitchen for hours. I had to leave and when I got back, Mike had already made arrangements to have someone take him. Don't worry, they were told about his...er...quirks. I was told that he went to a family with a large farm that wanted an outdoor mouser. Whether or not that's true, I'm choosing to believe that he's outside and happy.
So anyway, that was the end of our pet owning days. At least for now.
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| He sure is a pretty cat, though. |
Saturday, February 4, 2012
Day 4
Day Four: Your favorite photograph of your best friend(s)
I'm pretty limited on what photos I have at my fingertips right now. So this is not my favorite photo. But these are my favorite people.
I'm pretty limited on what photos I have at my fingertips right now. So this is not my favorite photo. But these are my favorite people.
Friday, February 3, 2012
Day 3
Day Three: Your idea of the perfect first date
I don't know. I really don't.
And I'm married to the awesomest husband ever, so I don't plan on having any more first dates. (Yes, Mom, I said "awesomest". I know it's improper English. And not a real word. But I'm still going with it.)
So instead, here's a pic of a little family date we went on.
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| Discovery Gateway - December 2011 |
Thursday, February 2, 2012
Day 2: Movies
Day Two: Favorite Movie
Again, don't have a favorite. Here are some I like. Don't judge me.
Again, don't have a favorite. Here are some I like. Don't judge me.
A Lot Like Love
The Family Stone
Inception
White Christmas
The Notebook
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
Day 1: Current Playlist
Day One: Favorite Song
I don't have ONE favorite song. To be honest, I've never liked that question. How do you pick one favorite song? I like many songs. And what I like changes over time and depends on the situation. My "favorite" today might be totally different tomorrow. My "favorite" workout song might be different than what I like to chill to.
Skyscraper - Demi Lovato
Dog Days Are Over - Florence + The Machine
Disclaimer: I especially hated the official video for this song. I mean, it almost ruined the song for me. So you get this unofficial lyric video instead.
What Do You Want - Jerrod Niemann
This Is the Thing - Fink
I don't have ONE favorite song. To be honest, I've never liked that question. How do you pick one favorite song? I like many songs. And what I like changes over time and depends on the situation. My "favorite" today might be totally different tomorrow. My "favorite" workout song might be different than what I like to chill to.
So here are 5 songs I like. At this moment.
Disclaimer: To be clear...I like the songs, not necessarily the videos. But this is the only way I know to put these songs on here so that you can listen to them if you want.
Disclaimer: To be clear...I like the songs, not necessarily the videos. But this is the only way I know to put these songs on here so that you can listen to them if you want.
It Will Rain - Bruno Mars
Skyscraper - Demi Lovato
Dog Days Are Over - Florence + The Machine
Disclaimer: I especially hated the official video for this song. I mean, it almost ruined the song for me. So you get this unofficial lyric video instead.
What Do You Want - Jerrod Niemann
This Is the Thing - Fink
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