Day four #1: Describe your siblings in great detail.
I don't have any siblings. My mom did get pregnant before me, but she miscarried when she was about seven weeks along. It was too young to be able to determine its gender, but I'd like to think that I almost had a big brother. I guess he would have been about 21 or 22 now. Then again, Mom said she would've stopped at one so there are those odds against me again! Growing up, I had a friend who was pretty much like a sister to me so I never really wanted a brother or sister. But once I got older, I started wishing I had an older brother that was pretty close to me in age. I feel like we would have gotten along really well. I would have really like to have met him or her.
Day four #2: Describe the food you ate today in great detail.
This is easy for me to do since I normally keep track of it in my planner anyway.
My mom made meatloaf, so I ate that pretty much smothered in ketchup. I ate two tablespoons of corn, two tablespoons of mashed potatoes and two tablespoons of green beans.
By the time I left the show, I was starving, but I didn't want fast food. So when I got home I ate a box of Cocoa Krispies from those variety packs of cereal. One box is equal to like half a bowl, but it's one serving, and I like to eat my cereal almost dry so I just put a little bit of milk in it.
That wasn't interesting.
Friday, July 30, 2010
Thursday, July 29, 2010
K, well, my mom is begging me for my computer so I suppose I have to make this quick. It's really annoying to have to schedule time with her for MY computer. MINE. FOREVER.
Both of the 30 day "assignments" for today are to describe my parents in great detail.
I suppose I'll describe them as my parents and then describe them individually as people.
My parents. Oh, lord. They are just about the strictest parents that I've ever even heard of. We don't get along very often. THEY don't get along very often. They fight at least once a day- BUT it's always my mom's fault. She says it isn't, but it definitely is. I suppose she has a lot of things to be frustrated about, but none of those things involve us so it's just really stupid that we get the brunt of it. She picks fights with my dad, she picks fights with me. If I do anything other than sit there and take her yap (which I am NOT going to do), I get yelled at by my Dad, which ends in me yelling at my Dad. He just takes her side so that he won't get yelled at, which is really stupid because she is going to yell at him about something later anyway. I really need to not live here for very much longer.
Anyway, they knew each other way before they started dating. When they were little, my mom and aunt used to go to my dad's house because their parents were (sort of) friends. They met later in a night club in their 20s. My mom was actually dating someone at the time. He was a soldier but was stationed somewhere else. She says he would never write back to her letters and when he would come to visit, she would always be the last stop he made and he would never stay for long. So she left his ass for my amazing Daddy :) haha.
K. About him. He was born in Somerset on December 31, 1961 and also lived in Cincinnati when he was really little. He has really great parents, and an older sister named Pam (who is my favorite aunt!). When he was 4, he was climbing on a tractor trailer and the gates weren't locked so he fell backwards. The gates landed on his legs and broke them. He spent several months in the hospital and then had to learn to walk again. Also, when he was five, his cousin accidentally chopped off his middle finger with an axe. So that is why he is missing half of one. We definitely have the same kinda luck. Hah. Like I said, he always had a super amount of friends, and he was really popular in high school. He was captain of the basketball team and was voted Best Looking in his class. And oddly enough, Mrs. Parkey was a teacher at his school and she told me once that they would talk in the hallways because they hated the same teachers hahaha. After he graduated, he and some friends moved to Texas for a little bit, but he moved back here. When I was little, I remember that he would get in the floor and color with me, he taught me how to ride a bike and he taught me to play basketball. I would always wear his boots around the house and I wanted to go everywhere with him. I remember specifically that he would fix me a sippy cup of coffee in the morning before I went to school, he never had the TV on the right cartoons and he sucked at fixing ponytails. He stopped smoking cold-turkey about 15 years ago and I'm super proud of him. He has had a full-time job for as long as I can remember. He always tries to do as much for me as he can and gets really upset when he can't afford something for me, though I assure him that it is completely okay. He is about the greatest dad I think I ever could've been fixed up with. Except for the time he told me that when he was a teenager he used to run over cats for fun. Dickhole. I didn't talk to him for two weeks. But here comes karma. Giving me twenty six cats, and he has to pay for cat food. For all of them. So there.
ANYHOW. She was born in Somerset on February 17, 1961, and has lived in Jabez all of her life. She has a twin sister named Lanna, an older brother named Kenny, and a younger brother named Kevin. Her parents are also amazing but worked her and her brothers and sister really hard. They always had to work in tobacco and things like that. I mean, they had to get up at like 4 in the morning and work for three hours before they ever even went to school. She was cooking full-on meals by the time she was, like, 8. They never had a whole lot of money, but my grandpa was a carpenter so he pretty much built their entire house. He also was a mechanic and a school-bus driver. They were all really religious growing up, and my mom and my aunt made a Gospel album when they were four. My mom has always played the piano (really super well), she's never had lessons, and she sings a lot. In high school, she got into all kindsa trouble but won't admit it. She had a real creepy math teacher that randomly came to their house all the time and followed them to Indiana once. She was voted Best Dressed in high school, and was really super pretty. She got married to my dad when she was 26, had a miscarriage before me, and had me when she was 29. A specialist told her that because she had Shingles, she would miscarry with me and that if she didn't, I would be a walking birth defect. He tried to get her to schedule an abortion but she wouldn't so I had that going for me. I guess there was like a .02% chance that I wouldn't be retarded. Who knew. And then she drank bleach when she was little so she almost died then. There were a lot of odds against me. She always gets sad that she never got to watch me take my first step. I don't have a lot of memories of her when I was little because she worked all the time so I stayed with my grandparents. She's always worked until she got laid off recently. So she is a really really hard worker, I just wish that she would get her priorities right sometimes.
Both of the 30 day "assignments" for today are to describe my parents in great detail.
I suppose I'll describe them as my parents and then describe them individually as people.
Anyway, they knew each other way before they started dating. When they were little, my mom and aunt used to go to my dad's house because their parents were (sort of) friends. They met later in a night club in their 20s. My mom was actually dating someone at the time. He was a soldier but was stationed somewhere else. She says he would never write back to her letters and when he would come to visit, she would always be the last stop he made and he would never stay for long. So she left his ass for my amazing Daddy :) haha.
My dad- My dad is a really good guy. I haven't met anyone who doesn't like my Dad. He is quite sensitive and cries every time we watch Extreme Makeover: Home Edition. He is funny and only gets on my nerves when my mom is around. We are a whole lot alike. I'm lucky he isn't a deadbeat- that seems to be a rare find around these parts. Good on ya, dad!
K. About him. He was born in Somerset on December 31, 1961 and also lived in Cincinnati when he was really little. He has really great parents, and an older sister named Pam (who is my favorite aunt!). When he was 4, he was climbing on a tractor trailer and the gates weren't locked so he fell backwards. The gates landed on his legs and broke them. He spent several months in the hospital and then had to learn to walk again. Also, when he was five, his cousin accidentally chopped off his middle finger with an axe. So that is why he is missing half of one. We definitely have the same kinda luck. Hah. Like I said, he always had a super amount of friends, and he was really popular in high school. He was captain of the basketball team and was voted Best Looking in his class. And oddly enough, Mrs. Parkey was a teacher at his school and she told me once that they would talk in the hallways because they hated the same teachers hahaha. After he graduated, he and some friends moved to Texas for a little bit, but he moved back here. When I was little, I remember that he would get in the floor and color with me, he taught me how to ride a bike and he taught me to play basketball. I would always wear his boots around the house and I wanted to go everywhere with him. I remember specifically that he would fix me a sippy cup of coffee in the morning before I went to school, he never had the TV on the right cartoons and he sucked at fixing ponytails. He stopped smoking cold-turkey about 15 years ago and I'm super proud of him. He has had a full-time job for as long as I can remember. He always tries to do as much for me as he can and gets really upset when he can't afford something for me, though I assure him that it is completely okay. He is about the greatest dad I think I ever could've been fixed up with. Except for the time he told me that when he was a teenager he used to run over cats for fun. Dickhole. I didn't talk to him for two weeks. But here comes karma. Giving me twenty six cats, and he has to pay for cat food. For all of them. So there.
My mom- I have a lot to say about my mom. There is some good in her. When she is nice to me, she is really nice to me. But, she likes to start arguments with me out of thin air so her niceties really don't last for long at all. She has had a pretty rough life. She is one of four children, and she is also ONE of FOUR children who will do anything at all for her parents. Actually, my aunt and uncles (and several cousins) kind of make me sick. So she's had a lot to deal with. None of that: my fault. She lies, she talks behind everyone's back. The way that people have treated her is inexcusable BUT I can't say I don't understand why she doesn't have many friends. She likes to tell lies about me especially. And they're really lame and unnecessary ones, too. Like if we're late somewhere she'll tell them that I took too long to get ready, whereas I had actually been sitting on the couch waiting for her for 15+ minutes. She really likes to show off in front of her friends and crack jokes about me, so that's not good. I've been told by her that she's ashamed of me one too many times. She has told me she's proud of me maybe a total of three times. When my friends are around, she'll act all nice and make me look like an asshole for saying she's mean. Until she's been around them for a bit. Then she proves me right. She yells at me for things that they do- and when they even tell her it was them, she says something like "No, it was probably Tarah, actually". You've witnessed that Raeann! She's OCD and it bothers me really badly. I think she thinks I'm a little bit retarded. She is bipolar I am pretty sure. I thought she was just going through menopause, but turns out that she's been going through that since she was 37, and she is 49 now. The thing that bugs me REALLY badly about her is that on Facebook, she will join "I love my daughter!" groups, and post about how she loves spending time with her beautiful daughter! And how she has the best daughter in the world! The reality of it? I'll try to tell her about my day, and she will tell me to be quiet because she is watching television. I'll try to tell her about my day, and she will walk out of the room like she doesn't even hear me. Every thing I tell her goes in one ear and out the other. I just know we are going to have one of those relationships where I move away from home, and I'm never going to answer her phone calls. I love my mom, but I really, really can't stand her.
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
So the two "30 day" assignments for today are to describe my first love in great detail and to describe my crush. I don't have a crush on him, I am in love with him. I described him as my best friend yesterday, but I suppose now I will describe our relationship.
Like I said on yesterday's post, I've known him since 8th grade. I never ever thought that we would get to where we are. We were never friends before we started dating, and barely even acquaintances, up until about a month or so. But Raeann, you know how adorable I thought he was. :) I would see him walk through the halls and I thought he was the cutest thing I'd ever seen in my entire life.
I don't typically believe in fate, but there are a lot of things that could have kept us from being together. I had him as a friend on Myspace for a while, and he deleted that one and made a new one. I thought, "I'm not going to add his new one, I never talk to him anyway", but I felt this ridiculous urge to add him anyway. I made a blog once, venting and whining about something that seems stupid and inferior now, and he felt like he would "be there for me". It's really weird now that I think about it, because we were both talking to one another about people that we liked (who weren't each other) and trying to comfort one another, hahaha. SO WEIRD.
Anyhow, I made him laugh a lot then but not now. Go figure. Guess I'm not as funny after a while, hah. He ended up liking me (albeit I'm guessing I wasn't the only one) and he eventually asked me out on MSN. I was really excited, but I had no idea what I was in for. I thought he would be totally loyal and he was not like that at all at first. He pretty much was looking for a girlfriend for the entire first six months we were dating. He would flirt with them right in front of me, talk about them, it was ridiculous. I can't even believe that I took that, but I guess I took it for a reason. He lied to me a lot and I still feel like there are some things that he has lied to me about, but if I were to ask him he would lie about it so there's not even any sense in that.
It's awful for me to think about the past because then I just get mad at him, haha.
So that's why I try to focus on the future. It is like he is two totally different people. Honestly. He is amazing. I am the only one that he has eyes for and I really truly believe it. I don't ever worry about him cheating on me, I trust him completely. I know that he loves me and I know that he will be here forever.
Yesterday actually made two years and five months that we have been together. It seems like we have been together way longer than that, but it also feels like we haven't been together nearly as long.
Our first date was at a show that he was playing. I was his first kiss and we made out pretty much the entire night in his car. But he kissed me first which was totally unexpected. The next day we saw Juno in the theater and my parents met him. I met his mom a couple of months later when my parents (very surprisingly) let me go to his house. I was the first girl that he ever had over, and his mom absolutely adores me. She calls me her daughter-in-law, haha. That's what she introduces me to people as. I love every member of his family that I have ever met.
He's broken up with me once, I've almost broken up with him once, and it seems now that that couldn't have possibly happened. We don't have much in common including personality traits but I think it keeps things interesting. We are in love and that really about sums it up, as does "Wouldn't It Be Nice If We Were Older" by the Beach Boys. :)
Like I said on yesterday's post, I've known him since 8th grade. I never ever thought that we would get to where we are. We were never friends before we started dating, and barely even acquaintances, up until about a month or so. But Raeann, you know how adorable I thought he was. :) I would see him walk through the halls and I thought he was the cutest thing I'd ever seen in my entire life.
I don't typically believe in fate, but there are a lot of things that could have kept us from being together. I had him as a friend on Myspace for a while, and he deleted that one and made a new one. I thought, "I'm not going to add his new one, I never talk to him anyway", but I felt this ridiculous urge to add him anyway. I made a blog once, venting and whining about something that seems stupid and inferior now, and he felt like he would "be there for me". It's really weird now that I think about it, because we were both talking to one another about people that we liked (who weren't each other) and trying to comfort one another, hahaha. SO WEIRD.
Anyhow, I made him laugh a lot then but not now. Go figure. Guess I'm not as funny after a while, hah. He ended up liking me (albeit I'm guessing I wasn't the only one) and he eventually asked me out on MSN. I was really excited, but I had no idea what I was in for. I thought he would be totally loyal and he was not like that at all at first. He pretty much was looking for a girlfriend for the entire first six months we were dating. He would flirt with them right in front of me, talk about them, it was ridiculous. I can't even believe that I took that, but I guess I took it for a reason. He lied to me a lot and I still feel like there are some things that he has lied to me about, but if I were to ask him he would lie about it so there's not even any sense in that.
It's awful for me to think about the past because then I just get mad at him, haha.
So that's why I try to focus on the future. It is like he is two totally different people. Honestly. He is amazing. I am the only one that he has eyes for and I really truly believe it. I don't ever worry about him cheating on me, I trust him completely. I know that he loves me and I know that he will be here forever.
Yesterday actually made two years and five months that we have been together. It seems like we have been together way longer than that, but it also feels like we haven't been together nearly as long.
Our first date was at a show that he was playing. I was his first kiss and we made out pretty much the entire night in his car. But he kissed me first which was totally unexpected. The next day we saw Juno in the theater and my parents met him. I met his mom a couple of months later when my parents (very surprisingly) let me go to his house. I was the first girl that he ever had over, and his mom absolutely adores me. She calls me her daughter-in-law, haha. That's what she introduces me to people as. I love every member of his family that I have ever met.
He's broken up with me once, I've almost broken up with him once, and it seems now that that couldn't have possibly happened. We don't have much in common including personality traits but I think it keeps things interesting. We are in love and that really about sums it up, as does "Wouldn't It Be Nice If We Were Older" by the Beach Boys. :)
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Day 1- Introduce Yourself
Day 1 #2- Describe your best friend in great detail.
Hi :) My name is Tarah Kay Gaines. You should have known that. This entire thing is a friendship test and you have failed already. Anyway, once again, the only person who reads this (I think) knows me quite well. Or I think that she does. Maybe you'll learn something you didn't know.
I was born in Somerset, Kentucky; I lived in Faubush until I was six months old and then I moved to Jabez because my grandparents begged my mom to move beside them when my grandpa got sick at one point. I've lived here ever since. Most people who drive through it don't like it very much, but I wouldn't want to live anywhere else. I complain about it a lot, but it is my home. The nature is beautiful no matter how lame the people are. And they are LAME. Some of the most spiteful people that I have ever known live here. But it isn't hard not to associate with them.
I've always loved attention when it is given to me, but I don't like to seek it. I look to people way too often for confirmation and I can't figure out why, I don't even like most of those people. And really, if they don't like something about me, I'm not going to change it anyway.
My brain does not have a censor button. If I think it, I say it. It's not something that I always like, but it happens. I don't call it "being outspoken", because it isn't something that I can help. More often than not, I end up wishing that I "hadn't said that". I think most people believe that I do it on purpose.
I feel like the person that others see or used to see or have seen is a totally different person than who I am. Or maybe I just hope that others see me the way that I want to be. I don't know which is which.
I really like doing creative things and I always have. I'm not scared of change but I am scared of a lack of stability. I love animals more than most people I've met, I would do anything I could to help any of them. I can say that I am the friend I would like to have (minus some exceptions). I wish I still had friends actually. I hate not standing out- and in a world where everyone is always trying to stand out, I don't so much. I don't do anything with my days anymore. They just pass and pass and I lose them. I dream of doing something big and being something great. I don't take crap but I am not mean. Though everyone thinks that I am before they meet me. I can't figure out why. I always hope they'll tell me but they never do. My family always tells me that they wish I were that, or they wish I were not this. I don't think they really understand what that does to a teenage girl's psyche. I have to create dream worlds in my brain so that I don't go into a severe depression. That sounds really teen angsty- I wish it was teen angst.
My favorite color is seafoam green, my favorite food is cocktail shrimp, I love 80s music. I have a LOT of Cherokee blood running through my veins. Traveling is something that I love to do. I can't stand to be in a room with a television that is turned off. I brush my teeth naked and I can't stand to use the bathroom when I am wet. I like reality television and I love talk shows. Reading is something that I have enjoyed doing since I was four. There are a lot of things about me and it will take me forever to think of it all.
So, on to describing my best friend in great detail!
My boyfriend is my best friend. A lot of people find it cute, I find it kind of pitiful. Or I do until I actually think about it. Sometimes I think that it is only because I don't have a lot of friends anymore. But really when I think about it, I believe that even if I had a million friends, he would be my best friend.
I started dating him before we even knew each other very well, and to be honest, I never thought that it would go very far for that reason. It has almost ended a whole lot of times and our problems have pretty much become everyone's business. Sometimes I even feel like I wish I had broken up with him just to prove to everyone that I'm not the pushover that they undoubtedly think that I am now. In hindsight, I should have anyway. Every now and then I get the tiny thought that I want him to hurt like he has hurt me. But realistically I would never want that. Ideally, none of the bad things would have happened but he really has changed for me, and that is what is really flattering. Way more flattering than if he had been like this right from the get-go. Then there would be no proof that, to him, I am worth changing for.
So, onto him!
He has huge earholes and he hates refried beans. I hate when he makes me watch Terminator movies and we don't agree on what song to listen to in the car. I sing to him a lot. I've always been able to make people laugh almost effortlessly but he doesn't think I'm funny. Haha. Every laugh I get out of him is well-earned. His favorite color is green, like mine. He's a huge sap. He's extremely talented. He loves his mom. He loves animals and doesn't mind my crazy cat lady stories. He thinks I'm beautiful. He hates seafood which I will never understand. He is corrupting me and I feel that is totally backwards- I should be corrupting him! Like I said before, we didn't know each other very well before we started dating and he is totally different than I would have thought! He is not sweet and innocent, he is insane and he is a pervert, and I love him very much. He has changed my mind about wanting to be married and wanting children. I feel home sick when I am not with him. He is going to Morehead with me- just dropping everything and going with me. He supports everything that I do, and likewise. He watches Tyra with me and I know he doesn't like it. I used to write stupid retarded notes in eighth grade and I figured he would think I was insane but it made him have a crush on me. I wish he would stop wearing hats so much, he has really great hair. Either his grandpa or great-grandpa moved to America from Germany during the Holocaust. I could write about him forever.
Day 1 #2- Describe your best friend in great detail.
Hi :) My name is Tarah Kay Gaines. You should have known that. This entire thing is a friendship test and you have failed already. Anyway, once again, the only person who reads this (I think) knows me quite well. Or I think that she does. Maybe you'll learn something you didn't know.
I was born in Somerset, Kentucky; I lived in Faubush until I was six months old and then I moved to Jabez because my grandparents begged my mom to move beside them when my grandpa got sick at one point. I've lived here ever since. Most people who drive through it don't like it very much, but I wouldn't want to live anywhere else. I complain about it a lot, but it is my home. The nature is beautiful no matter how lame the people are. And they are LAME. Some of the most spiteful people that I have ever known live here. But it isn't hard not to associate with them.
I've always loved attention when it is given to me, but I don't like to seek it. I look to people way too often for confirmation and I can't figure out why, I don't even like most of those people. And really, if they don't like something about me, I'm not going to change it anyway.
My brain does not have a censor button. If I think it, I say it. It's not something that I always like, but it happens. I don't call it "being outspoken", because it isn't something that I can help. More often than not, I end up wishing that I "hadn't said that". I think most people believe that I do it on purpose.
I feel like the person that others see or used to see or have seen is a totally different person than who I am. Or maybe I just hope that others see me the way that I want to be. I don't know which is which.
I really like doing creative things and I always have. I'm not scared of change but I am scared of a lack of stability. I love animals more than most people I've met, I would do anything I could to help any of them. I can say that I am the friend I would like to have (minus some exceptions). I wish I still had friends actually. I hate not standing out- and in a world where everyone is always trying to stand out, I don't so much. I don't do anything with my days anymore. They just pass and pass and I lose them. I dream of doing something big and being something great. I don't take crap but I am not mean. Though everyone thinks that I am before they meet me. I can't figure out why. I always hope they'll tell me but they never do. My family always tells me that they wish I were that, or they wish I were not this. I don't think they really understand what that does to a teenage girl's psyche. I have to create dream worlds in my brain so that I don't go into a severe depression. That sounds really teen angsty- I wish it was teen angst.
My favorite color is seafoam green, my favorite food is cocktail shrimp, I love 80s music. I have a LOT of Cherokee blood running through my veins. Traveling is something that I love to do. I can't stand to be in a room with a television that is turned off. I brush my teeth naked and I can't stand to use the bathroom when I am wet. I like reality television and I love talk shows. Reading is something that I have enjoyed doing since I was four. There are a lot of things about me and it will take me forever to think of it all.
So, on to describing my best friend in great detail!
My boyfriend is my best friend. A lot of people find it cute, I find it kind of pitiful. Or I do until I actually think about it. Sometimes I think that it is only because I don't have a lot of friends anymore. But really when I think about it, I believe that even if I had a million friends, he would be my best friend.
I started dating him before we even knew each other very well, and to be honest, I never thought that it would go very far for that reason. It has almost ended a whole lot of times and our problems have pretty much become everyone's business. Sometimes I even feel like I wish I had broken up with him just to prove to everyone that I'm not the pushover that they undoubtedly think that I am now. In hindsight, I should have anyway. Every now and then I get the tiny thought that I want him to hurt like he has hurt me. But realistically I would never want that. Ideally, none of the bad things would have happened but he really has changed for me, and that is what is really flattering. Way more flattering than if he had been like this right from the get-go. Then there would be no proof that, to him, I am worth changing for.
So, onto him!
He has huge earholes and he hates refried beans. I hate when he makes me watch Terminator movies and we don't agree on what song to listen to in the car. I sing to him a lot. I've always been able to make people laugh almost effortlessly but he doesn't think I'm funny. Haha. Every laugh I get out of him is well-earned. His favorite color is green, like mine. He's a huge sap. He's extremely talented. He loves his mom. He loves animals and doesn't mind my crazy cat lady stories. He thinks I'm beautiful. He hates seafood which I will never understand. He is corrupting me and I feel that is totally backwards- I should be corrupting him! Like I said before, we didn't know each other very well before we started dating and he is totally different than I would have thought! He is not sweet and innocent, he is insane and he is a pervert, and I love him very much. He has changed my mind about wanting to be married and wanting children. I feel home sick when I am not with him. He is going to Morehead with me- just dropping everything and going with me. He supports everything that I do, and likewise. He watches Tyra with me and I know he doesn't like it. I used to write stupid retarded notes in eighth grade and I figured he would think I was insane but it made him have a crush on me. I wish he would stop wearing hats so much, he has really great hair. Either his grandpa or great-grandpa moved to America from Germany during the Holocaust. I could write about him forever.
I'm going to do two "30 days" things in 30 days! This is the only time I've ever done 60 things thirty days in my entire life. The internet makes me feel accomplished.
Sometimes, there will only be one entry because some of the days are repetitive.
I really wish that I had a camera that isn't a piece of crap. This would be way more interesting with pictures.
30 Days:
Day 01 – Introduce yourself
Day 02 – Your first love, in great detail
Day 03 – Your parents, in great detail
Day 04 – What you ate today, in great detail
Day 05 – Your definition of love, in great detail
Day 06 – Your day, in great detail
Day 07 – Your best friend, in great detail
Day 08 – A moment, in great detail
Day 09 – Your beliefs, in great detail
Day 10 – What you wore today, in great detail
Day 11 – Your siblings, in great detail
Day 12 – What’s in your bag, in great detail
Day 13 – This week, in great detail
Day 14 – What you wore today, in great detail
Day 15 – Your dreams, in great detail
Day 16 – Your first kiss, in great detail
Day 17 – Your favorite memory, in great detail
Day 18 – Your favorite birthday, in great detail
Day 19 – Something you regret, in great detail
Day 20 – This month, in great detail
Day 21 – Another moment, in great detail
Day 22 – Something that upsets you, in great detail
Day 23 – Something that makes you feel better, in great detail
Day 24 – Something that makes you cry, in great detail
Day 25 – A first, in great detail
Day 26 – Your fears, in great detail
Day 27 – Your favorite place, in great detail
Day 28 – Something that you miss, in great detail
Day 29 – Your aspirations, in great detail
Day 30 – One last moment, in great detail
Sometimes, there will only be one entry because some of the days are repetitive.
I really wish that I had a camera that isn't a piece of crap. This would be way more interesting with pictures.
30 Days:
Day 01 – Introduce yourself
Day 02 – Your first love, in great detail
Day 03 – Your parents, in great detail
Day 04 – What you ate today, in great detail
Day 05 – Your definition of love, in great detail
Day 06 – Your day, in great detail
Day 07 – Your best friend, in great detail
Day 08 – A moment, in great detail
Day 09 – Your beliefs, in great detail
Day 10 – What you wore today, in great detail
Day 11 – Your siblings, in great detail
Day 12 – What’s in your bag, in great detail
Day 13 – This week, in great detail
Day 14 – What you wore today, in great detail
Day 15 – Your dreams, in great detail
Day 16 – Your first kiss, in great detail
Day 17 – Your favorite memory, in great detail
Day 18 – Your favorite birthday, in great detail
Day 19 – Something you regret, in great detail
Day 20 – This month, in great detail
Day 21 – Another moment, in great detail
Day 22 – Something that upsets you, in great detail
Day 23 – Something that makes you feel better, in great detail
Day 24 – Something that makes you cry, in great detail
Day 25 – A first, in great detail
Day 26 – Your fears, in great detail
Day 27 – Your favorite place, in great detail
Day 28 – Something that you miss, in great detail
Day 29 – Your aspirations, in great detail
Day 30 – One last moment, in great detail
Monday, July 26, 2010
The Bible has begun to make me mad. I can't just read it and comprehend it like I would any other book. I read it and I find myself going "I don't like that". So I've stopped for the time being. (I'm doing it wrong!) For now, I'm quite content in not knowing what I believe in. I'm not trying to become a Christian. I would actually also like to read the Bible equivalents of other religions. Religion divides more than it should but the ideas/theories are interesting.
Anyhow. I found some things on little Nicole's tumblr that I think are interesting. (Why do people have so many different blogging blogs nowadays!? Remember when we all just had Xanga?)
So here is this.
Anyhow. I found some things on little Nicole's tumblr that I think are interesting. (Why do people have so many different blogging blogs nowadays!? Remember when we all just had Xanga?)
So here is this.
If I were a month, I’d be June.
If I were a day of the week, I’d be Wednesday- it's not significant but you can't have a week without it.
If I were a time of day, I’d be 2 AM.
If I were a planet, I’d be Mars. Everyone would want to probe me. Just kidding.
If I were a sea animal, I’d be a dolphin. I'm friendly, but I'd eat a shark when it comes down to it.
If I were a direction, I’d be south.
If I were a piece of furniture, I’d be a worn-out couch.
If I were a liquid, I’d be lemonade.
If I were a gemstone, I’d be an emerald.
If I were a tree, I’d be a weeping willow.
If I were a tool, I’d be on Tool Academy.
If I were a flower, I’d be a sunflower.
If I were a kind of weather, I’d be heat.
If I were a musical instrument, I’d be an electric cello.
If I were a color, I’d be screamin' green.
If I were an emotion, I’d be thrill.
If I were a fruit, I’d be a blackberry.
If I were a sound, I’d be an Eddie Van Halen riff.
If I were an element, I’d be fire.
If I were a vehicle, I’d be a Hummer plastered in Rainforest Alliance stickers. I'm mostly a walking contradiction.
If I were a food, I’d be something tangy.
If I were a place, I’d be nowhere that you'd go on vacation but somewhere you might want to call home.
If I were a material, I’d be flannel (I'm no lesbian!).
If I were a taste, I’d be something tangy, once again.
If I were a scent, I’d be something breezy... I don't know how to describe it. But the kind of scent that blue-colored candles always have to them.
If I were an object, I’d be a journal.
If I were a body part, I’d be a mouth.
If I were a facial expression, I’d be a smirk.
If I were a song, I’d be 80s new wave.
If I were a pair of shoes, I’d be the pair of shoes at the back of your closet that you rediscover after years and fall back in love with.
Also, I believe I am going to do this: starting tomorrow. I'm not sure if it means to use pictures but I don't have a worthy camera so I doubt that I am going to do that. But I will write little entries (or add entries to my already-entries). Yes, even to my reflection. I'm better with words than photography anyway.
If I were a day of the week, I’d be Wednesday- it's not significant but you can't have a week without it.
If I were a time of day, I’d be 2 AM.
If I were a planet, I’d be Mars. Everyone would want to probe me. Just kidding.
If I were a sea animal, I’d be a dolphin. I'm friendly, but I'd eat a shark when it comes down to it.
If I were a direction, I’d be south.
If I were a piece of furniture, I’d be a worn-out couch.
If I were a liquid, I’d be lemonade.
If I were a gemstone, I’d be an emerald.
If I were a tree, I’d be a weeping willow.
If I were a tool, I’d be on Tool Academy.
If I were a flower, I’d be a sunflower.
If I were a kind of weather, I’d be heat.
If I were a musical instrument, I’d be an electric cello.
If I were a color, I’d be screamin' green.
If I were an emotion, I’d be thrill.
If I were a fruit, I’d be a blackberry.
If I were a sound, I’d be an Eddie Van Halen riff.
If I were an element, I’d be fire.
If I were a vehicle, I’d be a Hummer plastered in Rainforest Alliance stickers. I'm mostly a walking contradiction.
If I were a food, I’d be something tangy.
If I were a place, I’d be nowhere that you'd go on vacation but somewhere you might want to call home.
If I were a material, I’d be flannel (I'm no lesbian!).
If I were a taste, I’d be something tangy, once again.
If I were a scent, I’d be something breezy... I don't know how to describe it. But the kind of scent that blue-colored candles always have to them.
If I were an object, I’d be a journal.
If I were a body part, I’d be a mouth.
If I were a facial expression, I’d be a smirk.
If I were a song, I’d be 80s new wave.
If I were a pair of shoes, I’d be the pair of shoes at the back of your closet that you rediscover after years and fall back in love with.
Also, I believe I am going to do this: starting tomorrow. I'm not sure if it means to use pictures but I don't have a worthy camera so I doubt that I am going to do that. But I will write little entries (or add entries to my already-entries). Yes, even to my reflection. I'm better with words than photography anyway.
30 Day Challenge
Day 1 — Your best friend
Day 2 — Your crush
Day 3 — Your parents
Day 4 —Your sibling (or closest relative)
Day 5 — Your dreams
Day 6 — A stranger
Day 7 — Your ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush
Day 8 — Your favorite internet friend
Day 9 — Someone you wish you could meet
Day 10 — Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to
Day 11 — A deceased person you wish you could talk to
Day 12 — The person you hate most/caused you a lot of pain
Day 13 — Someone you wish could forgive you
Day 14 — Someone you’ve drifted away from
Day 15 — The person you miss the most
Day 16 — Someone that’s not in your state/country
Day 17 — Someone from your childhood
Day 18 — The person that you wish you could be
Day 19 — Someone that pesters your mind—good or bad
Day 20 — The one that broke your heart the hardest
Day 21 — Someone you judged by their first impression
Day 22 — Someone you want to give a second chance to
Day 23 — The last person you kissed
Day 24 — The person that gave you your favorite memory
Day 25 — The person you know that is going through the worst of times
Day 26 — The last person you made a pinky promise to
Day 27 — The friendliest person you knew for only one day
Day 28 — Someone that changed your life
Day 29 — The person that you want tell everything to, but are too afraid to
Day 30 — Your reflection in the mirror
Day 1 — Your best friend
Day 2 — Your crush
Day 3 — Your parents
Day 4 —Your sibling (or closest relative)
Day 5 — Your dreams
Day 6 — A stranger
Day 7 — Your ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush
Day 8 — Your favorite internet friend
Day 9 — Someone you wish you could meet
Day 10 — Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to
Day 11 — A deceased person you wish you could talk to
Day 12 — The person you hate most/caused you a lot of pain
Day 13 — Someone you wish could forgive you
Day 14 — Someone you’ve drifted away from
Day 15 — The person you miss the most
Day 16 — Someone that’s not in your state/country
Day 17 — Someone from your childhood
Day 18 — The person that you wish you could be
Day 19 — Someone that pesters your mind—good or bad
Day 20 — The one that broke your heart the hardest
Day 21 — Someone you judged by their first impression
Day 22 — Someone you want to give a second chance to
Day 23 — The last person you kissed
Day 24 — The person that gave you your favorite memory
Day 25 — The person you know that is going through the worst of times
Day 26 — The last person you made a pinky promise to
Day 27 — The friendliest person you knew for only one day
Day 28 — Someone that changed your life
Day 29 — The person that you want tell everything to, but are too afraid to
Day 30 — Your reflection in the mirror
Thursday, July 22, 2010
I went to the fair tonight with Josh, Raeann, and Cody. Raeann, thank you so much for a) going with me and giving me a riding buddy :) and b) making me the cutest bracelet I've ever seen in my entire life.
It was fun times and I met a dog. I don't think he belonged to anyone but he was so sweet. I really regret not going back and buying him something to eat at one of the stands. I really hope someone can take care of him, or that he belongs to someone and just happened to wander away from home because he liked the excitement.
In other news... I haven't posted in a while and I suppose I should get up-to-date on what's been going on.
My uncle Dick's funeral and burial was last Sunday. I did not do well with it at all. I never do at funerals, but especially this one. Death is something that hasn't always bothered me. I know that we are supposed to accept it as inevitable but it seems like I am moving backwards. I used to accept it as inevitable but now it is something I am terrified of.
Only about twenty people showed up, but he wasn't originally from here so he didn't really know anyone. We were his friends. He was actually technically our in-law, but we didn't consider him that. Everyone was really upset, but he was a great person. His son didn't even show up and I am really angry with him right now because of that. I shouldn't judge him because I am sure that he was having a hard time dealing with it. But if uncle Dick knew that he didn't show up, he would be heartbroken.
In other, other news... I apologized to someone that I really needed to apologize to. It's hard for me to apologize but when I am in the wrong, I WILL do it. I just wish I had done it sooner because she definitely deserved one.
In other news x3... hah... I have been doing something for the past couple of days that may seem really out-of-character for me. I have been reading the Bible. Not only that, but I have been taking notes! Not even joking. Literally taking notes on every chapter. I'm not all religious, or really even spiritual, now. But I am Agnostic, and I actually have been since I was little. I was raised Southern Baptist and I've ALWAYS had my doubts. A lot of things just didn't add up and I never really believed. I have no idea what I believe, actually. So I've decided to read the Bible and figure out what it is that I DO believe. I believe that there is *probably* a God and that is about the extent of it. I'm actually not sure how I feel about that either. I guess it's like a "spiritual journey"... except that sounds really stupid so that's not what I am going to say that it is. I DO know for certain that I am not going to church and I am not going to ask others to "help me" in my beliefs. I feel like it is something that I should figure out on my own.
It was fun times and I met a dog. I don't think he belonged to anyone but he was so sweet. I really regret not going back and buying him something to eat at one of the stands. I really hope someone can take care of him, or that he belongs to someone and just happened to wander away from home because he liked the excitement.
In other news... I haven't posted in a while and I suppose I should get up-to-date on what's been going on.
My uncle Dick's funeral and burial was last Sunday. I did not do well with it at all. I never do at funerals, but especially this one. Death is something that hasn't always bothered me. I know that we are supposed to accept it as inevitable but it seems like I am moving backwards. I used to accept it as inevitable but now it is something I am terrified of.
Only about twenty people showed up, but he wasn't originally from here so he didn't really know anyone. We were his friends. He was actually technically our in-law, but we didn't consider him that. Everyone was really upset, but he was a great person. His son didn't even show up and I am really angry with him right now because of that. I shouldn't judge him because I am sure that he was having a hard time dealing with it. But if uncle Dick knew that he didn't show up, he would be heartbroken.
In other, other news... I apologized to someone that I really needed to apologize to. It's hard for me to apologize but when I am in the wrong, I WILL do it. I just wish I had done it sooner because she definitely deserved one.
In other news x3... hah... I have been doing something for the past couple of days that may seem really out-of-character for me. I have been reading the Bible. Not only that, but I have been taking notes! Not even joking. Literally taking notes on every chapter. I'm not all religious, or really even spiritual, now. But I am Agnostic, and I actually have been since I was little. I was raised Southern Baptist and I've ALWAYS had my doubts. A lot of things just didn't add up and I never really believed. I have no idea what I believe, actually. So I've decided to read the Bible and figure out what it is that I DO believe. I believe that there is *probably* a God and that is about the extent of it. I'm actually not sure how I feel about that either. I guess it's like a "spiritual journey"... except that sounds really stupid so that's not what I am going to say that it is. I DO know for certain that I am not going to church and I am not going to ask others to "help me" in my beliefs. I feel like it is something that I should figure out on my own.
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
My great-uncle Dick passed away tonight.
He was in awful shape, he had stage four lung cancer and most likely liver cancer.
When I visited him, he was alert, he just felt bad.
The past couple of days, he hasn't known who anyone is or what was going on.
That could have been due to the morphine, but either way I am just glad I got to visit him at a time that he knew who I was and realized that I care about him.
I haven't lost someone that I was this close to since his wife Max passed away, who actually died of the same thing.
It hasn't fully hit me yet, I think. Because I haven't been around other family members to see how they are reacting.
I just really honestly hope that he was so jacked up on morphine that he didn't realize he was going. That may sound awful, but my grandma witnessed her sister (aunt Max) pass when she did and she was very resistant. She basically screamed that she didn't want to die the entire time that the process was happening.
As much as I may doubt it, I really hope that heaven is real for everyone who wants it to be. I know that all Dick wanted was to be with Max.
P.S.- I won $500 at Bingo tonight but I didn't really care.
P.P.S.- Don't ever watch The Human Centipede, no matter how much you are inclined. It's less like watching a movie and more like being dared to eat maggots. I have the strongest stomach of anyone I know and I haven't eaten today and I am starving. I also feel really awkward when I have to poop now.
That was probably really inappropriate for this post.
He was in awful shape, he had stage four lung cancer and most likely liver cancer.
When I visited him, he was alert, he just felt bad.
The past couple of days, he hasn't known who anyone is or what was going on.
That could have been due to the morphine, but either way I am just glad I got to visit him at a time that he knew who I was and realized that I care about him.
I haven't lost someone that I was this close to since his wife Max passed away, who actually died of the same thing.
It hasn't fully hit me yet, I think. Because I haven't been around other family members to see how they are reacting.
I just really honestly hope that he was so jacked up on morphine that he didn't realize he was going. That may sound awful, but my grandma witnessed her sister (aunt Max) pass when she did and she was very resistant. She basically screamed that she didn't want to die the entire time that the process was happening.
As much as I may doubt it, I really hope that heaven is real for everyone who wants it to be. I know that all Dick wanted was to be with Max.
P.S.- I won $500 at Bingo tonight but I didn't really care.
P.P.S.- Don't ever watch The Human Centipede, no matter how much you are inclined. It's less like watching a movie and more like being dared to eat maggots. I have the strongest stomach of anyone I know and I haven't eaten today and I am starving. I also feel really awkward when I have to poop now.
That was probably really inappropriate for this post.
Monday, July 12, 2010
“It’s like 8 kinds of suck in a 9 suck bag”
I went to the hospital with my grandparents on Friday to see my uncle. He isn’t looking well and it was tough to see him that way. My grandma said he actually looked better, and the doctor came in while we were there and said he is wheezing less when he breathes. That’s good news but they still have biopsies to do- on his liver and lungs. His airways are really constricted though, so they may have to go through his bronchial tubes. You can tell his airways are constricted in the way that he talks and breathes. Apparently no one even knows if he has cancer! This is madness.
I really, really hate cancer. No one likes it, but I mean, I REALLY hate cancer. I can’t count the number of family members that it’s taken. That’s why I get so ticked off with my mom for smoking. Not because it’s expensive and something we can’t afford, not because every time I think I smell really good someone tells me I smell like cigarettes, but because she has seen what it does to people and it’s like she doesn’t care if it happens to her. I expect her to go to the doctor any day for something totally irrelevant, like an aching knee or the flu, and learn that she has six months to live. I don’t just worry about it, I literally EXPECT it every day. Even though it sounds horrible, I think my first reaction would be anger. She KNOWS what it does and she doesn’t care.
An older lady actually came up to my mom the other day and asked her for a cigarette. My mom gave her one, the lady PUT ON AN OXYGEN MASK, and proceeded to smoke. I couldn’t even believe it. I guess I just don’t understand why people do this to themselves. They don’t deserve it by any means, but why don’t they know better?
I don’t even want to be a nag but that’s what I do. I nag Josh all the time about his smoking. He’s not been into the habit long enough for it to have taken an extremely serious toll on his body. I think about him dying from lung cancer forty years before I die and I just sit and cry about it.
But, I don’t mean to hang a giant black cloud over everyone’s day.
So, here’s some good news. My kitten’s eye is better. I mean, not BETTER, she’s blind in it- it’s completely glazed over now and gone a weird grey-blue. But the swelling has went down a notable amount. She only has to take her medicine until Wednesday and she should be fine!
Also, I’m taking a vacation and it’s about damn time. It’s with my parents though so I’m not sure how well that will turn out. We’re not doing anything specific- just going to Pigeon Forge, staying in a condo, doing some shopping, checking out Cherokee, North Carolina. I’m excited about NC only because I’ve never been there before. Also, I’m really interested in Native Americans ever since I learned I am one… haha.
Anyhow. I’m going to attempt to do all of my Christmas shopping on Amazon, and doing most of it with Swagbucks so that I don’t have to use real money. I have four potential things I want to get Josh, and one thing I want to get my mom. I have no idea what I’m getting my dad, and other than that, I’m pretty much making everyone a gift. Hopefully I’ll have a job by Christmas so that I can buy my dad something that I’ve been wanting to get him for a while.
That ‘tis all for now!
Thursday, July 8, 2010
I have good cat lady news!
My kitten's eye is not out of its socket, apparently it is just infected and Amoxicillin is the solution.
The vet said it probably stuck something in it.
I noticed that it can still close its eye and I don't think it would be able to do that if it were coming out of socket... because I have seen those people on Ripley's Believe it or Not.
It's not going to appreciate getting medicine shoved down its throat twice a day.
I am RELIEVED.
I am going tomorrow to see my uncle Dick in the hospital tomorrow, which is going to be pretty tough.
Apparently he is not doing too well, and I want to see him before he passes away.
He's pretty much given up at living now because his wife (my grandma's sister) died of the same thing about 8 years ago, and he saw how it affected her. So I guess he just thinks there is no hope.
I REALLY hate cancer. I'm not sure where it gets the idea that it can just take the people I love without asking me first.
There has been a really weird mixture of great and awful things happening lately.
My kitten's eye is not out of its socket, apparently it is just infected and Amoxicillin is the solution.
The vet said it probably stuck something in it.
I noticed that it can still close its eye and I don't think it would be able to do that if it were coming out of socket... because I have seen those people on Ripley's Believe it or Not.
It's not going to appreciate getting medicine shoved down its throat twice a day.
I am RELIEVED.
I am going tomorrow to see my uncle Dick in the hospital tomorrow, which is going to be pretty tough.
Apparently he is not doing too well, and I want to see him before he passes away.
He's pretty much given up at living now because his wife (my grandma's sister) died of the same thing about 8 years ago, and he saw how it affected her. So I guess he just thinks there is no hope.
I REALLY hate cancer. I'm not sure where it gets the idea that it can just take the people I love without asking me first.
There has been a really weird mixture of great and awful things happening lately.
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
So many crazy cat lady problems, so little money!
I just don't have enough money for these kinds of vet bills.
I went outside this morning and sat on the porch swing, waiting for my mom to get finished getting ready so I could go to the park. While I was waiting, my little tan kitten came up on the porch and just looked at me. It's always had the tendency to get "bad eyes". But they started clearing up on their own every couple of days (and it isn't all that tame so it was a pain to catch it without it screaming bloody murder) so I stopped taking the time to clean them. Probably a bad idea. So now I feel extremely guilty. I guess this time its eye didn't clear up properly and a lot of fluid built up behind it or something. Now that its eye has finally opened, I noticed this awful bulge. I picked up the kitten and its eye is, like, out of its eye socket. It's awful.
I'm almost positive that it's lost sight in that eye now. Dad took a picture of it and is going to the vet tomorrow (we have to do vet appointments that way because we don't have a pet carrier)... to see if (maybe, HOPEFULLY) the solution will be as simple as eye drops or an antibiotic. It seems more likely that the problem will have to be surgically corrected. Maybe the eye can be saved, maybe it will have to be removed. Either way, I don't think it is life-threatening unless we wait too long and it becomes infected. I don't know how much this procedure will cost, but even if it isn't that much, I have absolutely no idea how I am going to pay for it.
It takes way too much begging and convincing to even get my parents to go to the vet, there's virtually no way I could get them to pay for surgery. They have this thing... this REALLY annoying thing... where, if I ask them to take a sick cat/kitten to the vet, they say "The vet couldn't do anything for it".
=|
Really? The VETERINARIAN couldn't do anything for the ANIMAL?
Sigh. Bless my parents and their backwoods way of doing things.
We went through this when Sweetpea was sick. I'm still convinced the vet could have done something for her. This kitten isn't sick, it acts as it normally does, but that can't be the most comfortable thing in the world. It's at least still behind its eyelids so it can perhaps sleep.
My dad did see once he got home from work that it is way worse than he thought it was going to be, so I've got that going for me.
This is an awful position to be in!
I went outside this morning and sat on the porch swing, waiting for my mom to get finished getting ready so I could go to the park. While I was waiting, my little tan kitten came up on the porch and just looked at me. It's always had the tendency to get "bad eyes". But they started clearing up on their own every couple of days (and it isn't all that tame so it was a pain to catch it without it screaming bloody murder) so I stopped taking the time to clean them. Probably a bad idea. So now I feel extremely guilty. I guess this time its eye didn't clear up properly and a lot of fluid built up behind it or something. Now that its eye has finally opened, I noticed this awful bulge. I picked up the kitten and its eye is, like, out of its eye socket. It's awful.
I'm almost positive that it's lost sight in that eye now. Dad took a picture of it and is going to the vet tomorrow (we have to do vet appointments that way because we don't have a pet carrier)... to see if (maybe, HOPEFULLY) the solution will be as simple as eye drops or an antibiotic. It seems more likely that the problem will have to be surgically corrected. Maybe the eye can be saved, maybe it will have to be removed. Either way, I don't think it is life-threatening unless we wait too long and it becomes infected. I don't know how much this procedure will cost, but even if it isn't that much, I have absolutely no idea how I am going to pay for it.
It takes way too much begging and convincing to even get my parents to go to the vet, there's virtually no way I could get them to pay for surgery. They have this thing... this REALLY annoying thing... where, if I ask them to take a sick cat/kitten to the vet, they say "The vet couldn't do anything for it".
=|
Really? The VETERINARIAN couldn't do anything for the ANIMAL?
Sigh. Bless my parents and their backwoods way of doing things.
We went through this when Sweetpea was sick. I'm still convinced the vet could have done something for her. This kitten isn't sick, it acts as it normally does, but that can't be the most comfortable thing in the world. It's at least still behind its eyelids so it can perhaps sleep.
My dad did see once he got home from work that it is way worse than he thought it was going to be, so I've got that going for me.
This is an awful position to be in!
Sunday, July 4, 2010
Happy birthday, America! Sorry that no one got you anything except pollution. You're lucky I sat this one out! That's right. I'm in the house with my parents, watching fireworks on television because we are too poor to buy them in real life. All for you, America!
Today was alright I guess. I went to the flea market and bought a neon shirt and a book I've already read- fantastic. I then went to the Peddler's Mall and was looking for a specific porcelain blue and white elephant but the people that ran the booth decided nobody wanted their elephant and they shut down.
Also, my uncle Dick was diagnosed with lung cancer. His wife, my aunt Max, passed away due to the same thing several years ago. He isn't even blood-related to me, but he is my favorite great-uncle. Please think good thoughts for him. He's in the hospital right now and not doing very well at all.
Let's see, what else? I bought Just Dance so that I would have some more options for exercising and I like it a lot. This month's issue of Seventeen came with a 6-week workout plan so I am going to do that and see how it works out. I haven't been to Zumba in a while and probably won't be very often.
I'm going to go twirl some Sparklers and scare the crap out of my cats with Pop Pops I guess.
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