Day 31, Friday: A vivid memory
Day 30, Thursday: React to this term: Letting Go
Day 29, Wednesday: Five songs or pieces of music that speak to you or bring back memories. Use Grooveshark or YouTube to include them in the post
1. The Rain Song: brought to you by the first guy I ever loved. This song takes me back to a time of innocence and real, true, tragic heart break. And it makes me appreciate the love I have today.
2. American Pie: a song that my family only knows the chorus to. And we sing it over and over. I on the other hand do know all the lyrics and should it play on my iPod or the radio, I stop what I'm doing to sing every word with Don McLean.
3. Africa: the one song that has a legitimate excuse to have maracas and doesn't. Another song that requires your full attention through the entire thing.
4. All About Us: Mine and Landon's wedding song. Still plays like a fairy tale through my ear phones.
5. Gone Gone Gone: I just love this song. Too early for it to spark memories. Give it time, though.
Day 27, Monday: A letter to your readers
Day 26, Sunday: Something you read online. Leave a link and discuss, if you'd like.
Something I read on the internet lately? This:
Landon loves this girl and I showed him a pic of her without bangs and he didn't know who it was.
So it's settled. Bangs are the reason Zoey is who she is.
Day 25, Saturday: Something someone told you about yourself that you'll never forget (good or bad)
Day 24, Friday: Your top 3 worst traits
Day 23, Thursday: Things you've learned that school won't teach you
Day 22, Wednesday: Rant about something. Get up on your soapbox and tell us how you really feel. (a pet peeve, a current event, a controversial topic, something your husband or roommate or neighbor or boss does that really ticks you off)
Day 21, Tuesday: A list of links to your favorite posts in your archives
Day 20, Monday: Get real. Share something you're struggling with right now.
Day 19, Sunday: Five of your favorite blogs and what you love about them
Day 18, Saturday: Tell a story from your childhood. Dig deep and try to be descriptive about what you remember and how you felt.
My cousin Britt is hold her because I didn't like to. But one afternoon, my little blonde neighbor came over and wanted to see Mariah. Again, this bothered me that she wasn't there to see me. I mean, we were friends first, right? I was the one with the giant Barbie house and pink Barbie convertible. All Mariah did was stare at you. But I took her to see my sister. I picked her up to hand to blondie and to my motherly instinct's dismay, SHE GRABBED HER BY THE HEAD AND NOT HER BODY!! So for like .5 of a second, my brand new little sister was being held like a toy, and I legitimately feared her head was going to pop off. I grabbed her back and yelled, "THAT'S NOT HOW YOU'RE 'POSSED TO HOLD HER!" and sent her on her way. I was a little shook up, and went into the living room where my mom and her friend were talking. I was about to hand Mariah off to my mom because I didn't want anyone thinking I liked her when my mom's friend says something to the effect of, "I have always wanted a little girl of my own, I think I'm just going to take Mariah to live with me."
and that was more than I could take at that moment and I started bawling. My friend almost tore her head off and right after I saved her, she was going to be kidnapped?? I was just a five year old kid, not a super hero. And then it made my mom cry because it was "cute" or something that I was so upset. And then her friend started to cry. Ironically, the new born in the room was the only one not crying. And who knows because her vocal chords were probably ripped in half when I let blondie get her hands on her. They let me cry for about 15-20 seconds before they explained to me that my mom's friend wouldn't take her, she'd just come visit more. I was still pissed. But I could live with that. I gave Mariah to my mom, because I was done being the parent for that day.
and there you go. About 17 years later, Mariah became my best friend.
Day 17, Friday: A favorite photo of yourself and why
ridin' dirty. The only way I know how. giggity.
And photo numero dos is just a favorite because it is hilarious. And completely candid. As in, I don't think we weren't even looking at each other we were talking and our other roommate snapped this shot. If I am ever sad or lonely, I take out this picture, it makes me giggle every time.
ok, breaking rules again. Because I found this gif three hours ago and completely lost it. I'm totally punchy right now and in this moment, this is my favorite (moving) picture ever:
I cannot handle this right now.
Day 16, Thursday: Something difficult about your "lot in life" and how you're working to overcome it
This is a touchy subject for me. I feel like I've had a pretty great life you know? Sure there are ups and downs that have had to be dealt with, but as for permanent problems that I have no control over I don't have many. But there is one that ailed me for most of my life, and sometimes I still struggle with it.
I'm really tall. Hit six feet a couple summers ago. It's not so bad anymore, now that I'm married and Landon's family and his friends are all pretty tall, I hang with a lot of people my size. But growing up? It was rough on me. I was ALWAYS the tallest girl around.
I still tower over all these girls.
I was always the tallest chorus member in all the school plays.
right there. dead center.
I didn't get asked on as many dates as other girls because none of the boys in high school could compete with my height. Jeans were too short, shirts were too short. I couldn't find cute shoes in size 10.
and don't get me started about when I moved out of my parent's and into an apartment of midgets.
At all of the dances, parties and social events I just looked like the jolly green giant next to them. And they were all so cute and teensy. I felt like a bull in a china shop. At their weddings, I towered over the bride AND groom.
Remember the guy I say I dated ONLY because he was 6'9? I'm not lying. I know that sounds shallow and narrow-minded, but I LOVED feeling small next to him. Where I didn't just have to get on my tippy toes to kiss him, but he actually had to BEND OVER for me. It was a dream come true. Minus the fact that he was kind of a creep....
There are some really great things about being tall. I can reach stuff on the top shelves, I can see everything at concerts, I'm good at swimming, I can ride all the roller coasters....but ultimately the one reason I have overcome my lot of being tall is due to Landon. I remember the first time he and I hung out together by ourselves, we got out of his Bronco and he walked next to me and said, "Wow. You are really tall." Immediately, I was so ashamed and I tried to slump down a little bit to seem shorter and said, "I know....." He could sense my shame and said, "No, I think it's awesome! I just hadn't noticed it." I was taken aback by this compliment. Usually people don't to stand next to me because I make them feel short. But this guy- this guy thought it was awesome.
And to this day, if you ask Landon was his favorite part about me is, he will tell you:
"Her boobs and her height."
and that is how I've overcome this lot.
and seen myself with different eyes.
the eyes of someone who can truly love me for things that I've hated about myself.
and I still have to get on my tippy toes to kiss him.
Day 15, Wednesday: A Day in the life (include photos from throughout your typical day - this could be "a photo an hour" if you'd like)
Day 14, Tuesday: Ten things that make you really happy
And to follow up I'll take you through 2-10:
Day 13, Monday: Issue a public apology. This can be as funny or as serious or as creative as you want it to be.
Alyssa, I'm sorry I called you a gap-toothed bitch. It's not your fault you're so gap-toothed. Gretchen, I'm sorry I laughed at you that time you got diarrhea at Barnes and Noble. And I'm sorry I told everyone about it and I'm sorry for repeating it now. Laura, I don't hate you because you're fat. You're fat because I hate you. I just wish we could all get along like we used to in middle school. I wish that I could bake a cake made out of rainbows and smiles, and we'd all eat it and be happy."
Ok, I really did write one though. I just couldn't miss the opportunity to quote one of the greatest movies of all time.
Day 12, Sunday: What do you miss? (a person, a thing, a place, a time of your life...
Hitting big ol' waves on the tube
Amost getting trajected into the stratosphere
(1:09 is where the big jump is)
Jumping the wake
And strawberries and cream sunsets with the love of my life as we pull into the marina.
oh, and of course, seeing how many people we can get to stand up on the tube.
I think the record is 11....
Oh, summer. I'm sorry I have forsaken thee.
Day 10, Friday: Most embarrassing moment (s). Spill.
Day 9, Thursday: A moment in your day (this can be just a photo or both a photo and words)
Day 8, Wednesday: A piece of advice you have for others. Anything at all.
Day 7, Tuesday: The thing(s) you're most afraid of
Strained but sincere smile, intensely shrugged shoulders, probably ridiculously high frequency squeaks. It's all there.
and there you have it. My top three fears. I hope that you understand the severity of these fears by my overuse of caps and italicized letters.
Day 6, Monday: If you couldn't answer with your job, how would you answer the question, 'what do you do'?