Does anyone know what I am doing wrong and why I can't get youtube videos to post on here right???
Anywho, you gotta watch this video. Chris and I decided we should start being more active. I think we are going to start with this exercise program. What do you think?
http://youtu.be/PyxpXgS5deU
Friday, April 22, 2011
So I found out that a girl I used to dance with got offered a company position. How cool is that!?!
I had bitter sweet thoughts at the news thinking "if I only....I could be there too." But then I remembered if I did do that then I wouldn't be where I am now. And this is perfect. Granted, we don't have everything. We have our ups and downs (more so when Chris was working in the elevators at work... tee hehe). But we have eachother. And that, my friend, is what makes this crazy world worth it.
I tried to find a video of my friend dancing, but she doesn't exist on youtube yet. but she will eventually. just wait.
But until that time enjoy this.
<iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/HeiPdcGw1yw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>
Ok. so I am too lazy to figure out how to get that to work right. So just click it and watch it on youtube. seriously.
I had bitter sweet thoughts at the news thinking "if I only....I could be there too." But then I remembered if I did do that then I wouldn't be where I am now. And this is perfect. Granted, we don't have everything. We have our ups and downs (more so when Chris was working in the elevators at work... tee hehe). But we have eachother. And that, my friend, is what makes this crazy world worth it.
I tried to find a video of my friend dancing, but she doesn't exist on youtube yet. but she will eventually. just wait.
But until that time enjoy this.
<iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/HeiPdcGw1yw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>
Ok. so I am too lazy to figure out how to get that to work right. So just click it and watch it on youtube. seriously.
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Mmmmm... Pepper!
Zoey imitates what she sees. And she sees more than I realized.
Today we were at Olive Garden and she grabbed the salt and pepper. She proceeded to DUMP the pepper on her food. Then she took a bite and somehow she managed to give the biggest face of disgust, while saying Mmmmm at the same time. Funniest moment of the day.
Chris and I don't put salt and pepper on our food, besides in the cooking process. She stays at my Grammy's house a lot and she has to salt everything she eats because she doesn't get enough sodium. And so, she was just trying to be like her great grandma. But apparently she didn't know that it would make her food icky in the process.
:)
Today we were at Olive Garden and she grabbed the salt and pepper. She proceeded to DUMP the pepper on her food. Then she took a bite and somehow she managed to give the biggest face of disgust, while saying Mmmmm at the same time. Funniest moment of the day.
Chris and I don't put salt and pepper on our food, besides in the cooking process. She stays at my Grammy's house a lot and she has to salt everything she eats because she doesn't get enough sodium. And so, she was just trying to be like her great grandma. But apparently she didn't know that it would make her food icky in the process.
:)
Friday, April 15, 2011
Public Service Announcement 3
When you are in line at the post office and the lady in front of you has a screaming toddler, her quickly stepping out of line to grab her screaming toddler is not her being nice and letting you take her place. This is especially so if she is next in line and you have 5 long complicated things to mail. So next time you are in this position, please give the mom with a crazy child her place back and do not glare at her for asking if she can get back in her place. Because, you never know if said mother and child had already been in this predicament TWICE. And both times was the nice people and went to the back of the line. By the third time of waiting for 10 minutes her patience may potentially be slightly less than say 30 minutes ago when she walked in the post office doors.
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Good News/Bad News
Good News: I am going to have super soft skin.
Bad News: I washed myself with conditioner, and didn't realize until I was out of the shower.
Good News: The semester is over in 3 days.
Bad News: I still have sooooo much work to do before its over.
Good News: I decided to blog about lathering up with conditioner instead of write a paper.
Bad News: There really isn't any bad news with that besides still having to write papers. But, you got a good insight into where my brain is at the moment.
Bad News: I washed myself with conditioner, and didn't realize until I was out of the shower.
Good News: The semester is over in 3 days.
Bad News: I still have sooooo much work to do before its over.
Good News: I decided to blog about lathering up with conditioner instead of write a paper.
Bad News: There really isn't any bad news with that besides still having to write papers. But, you got a good insight into where my brain is at the moment.
Friday, April 8, 2011
different forms
I don't even know where to start.
I got published in our schools literary journal. I was 1 of 7 short stories in it. I was on the short story staff my freshman year and we had like 40 entries, so there were probably about the same this year. So I was pretty proud of my work.
I had a strange feeling though after I read it in the book. It was a very personal story. And I gave the main character my name. So now there will be who knows how many people I don't know who will read it. And that's a scary thought. Now, I realize that is a silly thought for me to write on a public blog that the whole world can technically read. But here I can hide behind the fact that unless you personally know me, you don't really know me by reading this. My story on the other hand, shows a lot more than I think I would ever post on here. So that is scary.
But that is what I wanted, right? right.
My friend gave me a few ideas on how I could turn it into the book I dream of at night. It will happen one day. It will.
But, all that aside, the true reason of this post comes from the fact that I emailed my old English teacher saying I was published and I wanted to send her one. She responded quickly saying what a blessing it was to hear from me since she had been thinking of me lately. (We have kind of kept in touch since I graduated). Then she told me that her husband is very sick and has a webpage about him.
And so I read it. And I cried. No one should have to go through the struggles they are going through. She is such a strong person. And he has pushed every time frame they have given him. People don't just survive what he has unless they love their family so deeply, and have endless support and love from them. Please pray for their family. Cancer is an evil disease.
While I was reading the journal, I picked Zoey up with tears running down my face. She was upset because she wanted something or other and looked at me. She put her hand to my face and put her head on my shoulder. Comforting me. What a little angel I have. I think this was the first thing I have witnessed her understanding sadness and compassion. I love her.
Love: it comes in different form.
I got published in our schools literary journal. I was 1 of 7 short stories in it. I was on the short story staff my freshman year and we had like 40 entries, so there were probably about the same this year. So I was pretty proud of my work.
I had a strange feeling though after I read it in the book. It was a very personal story. And I gave the main character my name. So now there will be who knows how many people I don't know who will read it. And that's a scary thought. Now, I realize that is a silly thought for me to write on a public blog that the whole world can technically read. But here I can hide behind the fact that unless you personally know me, you don't really know me by reading this. My story on the other hand, shows a lot more than I think I would ever post on here. So that is scary.
But that is what I wanted, right? right.
My friend gave me a few ideas on how I could turn it into the book I dream of at night. It will happen one day. It will.
But, all that aside, the true reason of this post comes from the fact that I emailed my old English teacher saying I was published and I wanted to send her one. She responded quickly saying what a blessing it was to hear from me since she had been thinking of me lately. (We have kind of kept in touch since I graduated). Then she told me that her husband is very sick and has a webpage about him.
And so I read it. And I cried. No one should have to go through the struggles they are going through. She is such a strong person. And he has pushed every time frame they have given him. People don't just survive what he has unless they love their family so deeply, and have endless support and love from them. Please pray for their family. Cancer is an evil disease.
While I was reading the journal, I picked Zoey up with tears running down my face. She was upset because she wanted something or other and looked at me. She put her hand to my face and put her head on my shoulder. Comforting me. What a little angel I have. I think this was the first thing I have witnessed her understanding sadness and compassion. I love her.
Love: it comes in different form.
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