My sister started a blog - and she is much more creative and way more articulate than myself. SO, if you are bored and looking for another blog to follow - check her out. She doesn't post insane amounts so I'm sure you'll be fine!
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Day 25: Ten things you want to do before you die
So obviously I have been MIA for a few days. Work is finally starting to get to me and I have no "me" time to speak of. Thank you all for bearing with me and no one for bringing it up. Either you were being very understanding - or you could care less and didn't even realize I was gone. ;-)
I am a few days behind on my "30 straight days of randomocity" so obviously - I'm not doing too good on the "straight days" part of things. Who wants to be straight anyway ;)
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| Oh no - not I. I don't want to be straight if straight means I don't get this... |
ANYWAY - now that you all are freaked out.
We all have bucket lists. I haven't much thought of things I absolutely-must-do-or-my-life-wasn't-worth-it list, but there are obvious things that I want to do and see and have and be. Narrow it down to TEN? Hmmm - I will try. Just read the disclaimer first though: This list is not all inclusive and is in no way in any sort of order by importance. I want to do them all PLUS much more.
Here we go.
- Sky dive
- Pay for someone else's college education - just because.
- Pay off ALL debt and live completely debt free from then on.
- Swim with dolphins (they are cute little fellas!)
- Pass the CPA exam
- Go to Cedar Point and ride all of the roller coasters
- See a Broadway show
- Visit Australia and New Zealand
- Drink beer at the REAL Oktoberfest
- Visit all of the seven NEW wonders of the world
Ok - that seems to be a decent list :) Have you all heard of 43things.com? I kinda like the site. www.43things.com/person/fallingfaceup
Anyway - goodnight. I'll catch up more tomorrow hopefully.
Day 24: Talk about the last "random act of kindness" you encountered
Well now - the last "random act of kindness" I saw happened at the dog park the other night. I was standing there enjoying my pup at play when I looked over and saw some guy randomly picking up the poo that other owners didn't bother to pick up.
Ok - you can't truly appreciate this unless you are a dog owner who goes to the dog park a lot - but if you are in this "club" ...you know what I'm talking about! What a great guy.
Ok - you can't truly appreciate this unless you are a dog owner who goes to the dog park a lot - but if you are in this "club" ...you know what I'm talking about! What a great guy.
Friday, February 4, 2011
Take freely.
The hunger for love is much more difficult to remove than the hunger for bread. -- Mother Teresa
Love is the only sane and satisfactory answer to the problem of human existence. --Eric Fromm
My one wish for my life is that those around me feel loved and cared for - if I don't accomplish this, I will feel as though I have failed my brothers and sisters who walk next to me in this life. Sure - I get a bit testy on certain days (I am human)...but I hope that never changes the way people feel I think about them. I truly do think us humans should live to love each other and exist together peacefully - working towards a Zion on Earth :-) What an amazing concept.
Anyway - just had that thought and wanted to share.
Day 23: The last thing that made you cry
I have to admit, I can be emotional sometimes. I don't feel like I get very emotional in public...but in private it's on. I believe the last time I cried was a couple days ago while reading the news. I was reading about Juliani Cardenas - the 4 year old boy who was abducted by his father (the mother's ex-boyfriend), who then drove the car into the canal where the boy drowned. I know we read these stories all of the time in the news - however, the photo that went along with this particular news story just got to me. It was little Juliani standing in a gaming shirt - smiling :-) He looked so happy and so bright. This kid could have grown up to be someone amazing and I could tell just from his eyes. Now no one will ever know. I feel for his family and friends.
http://www.examiner.com/spirituality-in-san-francisco/juliani-cardenas-nancy-2-1-11-part-5-video
Anyway - I get emotional reading the news still. It will be a sad day if I become hardened to it all :(
http://www.examiner.com/spirituality-in-san-francisco/juliani-cardenas-nancy-2-1-11-part-5-video
Anyway - I get emotional reading the news still. It will be a sad day if I become hardened to it all :(
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Oh Jasper :-)
Day 22: Talk about the cuteness of your pet
I have come to figure out that there is one thing that is guaranteed each day. I will smile at least once. That was not always the case. Before I had Jasper, I'm sure there were days when the smile just wouldn't be seen on my face. Jasper makes me smile - just because he is cute. No one - human or animal - has ever been able to do that for me until him!
I got Jasper a few weeks after my apartment was robbed at gunpoint. Yes. I KNOW that a puggle about 8 weeks old was not going to protect me, but it still made me feel better to have something else that was living in my apartment.
Here is a video Sherwey took of Jasper on the first day we had him. I wish we had taken more videos. At least now I know that when I have a kid I have to be non-stop taking photos and video so I can look back on our early times! :-) (Take note Ryan - pictures and videos...nonstop when the little one gets here!)
Gosh, I love my little man. This is a picture of him on the way home after I picked him up!
I have come to figure out that there is one thing that is guaranteed each day. I will smile at least once. That was not always the case. Before I had Jasper, I'm sure there were days when the smile just wouldn't be seen on my face. Jasper makes me smile - just because he is cute. No one - human or animal - has ever been able to do that for me until him!
I got Jasper a few weeks after my apartment was robbed at gunpoint. Yes. I KNOW that a puggle about 8 weeks old was not going to protect me, but it still made me feel better to have something else that was living in my apartment.
Here is a video Sherwey took of Jasper on the first day we had him. I wish we had taken more videos. At least now I know that when I have a kid I have to be non-stop taking photos and video so I can look back on our early times! :-) (Take note Ryan - pictures and videos...nonstop when the little one gets here!)
Gosh, I love my little man. This is a picture of him on the way home after I picked him up!
He does some of the strangest things that equate to him being EVEN cuter :) I have posted this before - but I'm going to post it again. Here is a video of a game he likes to play - I call it "Hungry Hungry Hippo":
He makes me a proud mama too because he is so smart! Here he is after graduating puppy training class.
So - to sum it all up. Jasper is my best friend and he takes good care of his mama. He never fails to make me feel loved when I wake up in the morning and when I come home from work. Even when I just have to study and he has to entertain himself. :-)
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| I told Jasp that I was writing about him in my blog - so he wanted to say "HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY" to all of my blog friends, since he probably won't be getting on to say it later on in the month! |
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Woo hoo - scars!
Today I am supposed to explain to you (my lovely blog friends) how I got my scars. I will spare you the internal scars I have for now...and head straight to the external scars. I have been waiting for this day for 21 days (since I started my 30 days of randomocity). I like telling people about scars. They show you are adventurous - right?
I have a total of five areas on my body that have scars. I will start at the top and work my way down (that's what she said that's how I roll).
1. I have scar number 1 on top of my head - towards the front. Right in front of where a baby's soft spot is located. I say this - because I got this scar when I was a crawler. My mom had me when she was quite young - a junior in high school - and so I spent a lot of my early years with my grandparents. One morning I was with my Meme (that's my grandma...my grandpa is "Gramps"), was getting ready to fix herself a pot of coffee and she had to get the Folgers coffee can out of the top cabinet. Well, I was crawling around at her feet because I didn't want to be away from her for too long and it slipped out of her hands right onto my head. She said that she thought she had killed me because my eyes rolled into the back of my head and I passed out. They didn't have insurance on me at the time because we weren't the richest of families - so they just waited and hoped it would pass? lol Now you all know why I am the way I am.
2. Scar number two is on the left forearm - right under my elbow. I had 17 stitches. A week before I started my senior year in high school, my youth group was putting on a "water week" where we did various events that involved water. Well, one of those events was being washed off after a massive food fight!
Our only rule was that if the food was in cans - you had to completely take the lid off of the can using the can opener. Well, you know how sometimes when a person is in a hurry they just pull the lid off and it leaves a very sharp point on the top part of the can? That comes into play with this particular injury. I was running - covered in ketchup, mustard, koolaid mix, nastiness - and this other guy was running towards me with an open can of creamed corn. I put my left arm up to shield the corn from going into my face and we got too close and he cut me clear open across the elbow. I couldn't even feel it - that is how deep the cut was. I saw all the nastiness that you should never see of the inside of your arm. They sprayed me off the best they could and I changed into my "afterwards" clothes and headed to the hospital. That was a whole OTHER ordeal! I will have to blog about my hospital experience sometime. It was nutso. Anyway, I was upset about this mishap because I wanted to play volleyball in college and I thought I wasn't going to be able to play because of the stitches...luckily, I was able to convince my coach that taping it up was just fine and I got to play the whole season :-)
3. Scar number 3 is right above the belly button. It is from the piercing I used to have. With my mother's permission, I got my naval pierced for my junior prom - where I wore a two piece. It was nice while it lasted. Damn you college and all the weight you gain!
4. Most of my followers already know scar number 4's reasoning. I have about 4 scars on my right knee from my ACL replacement, meniscus repair, and meniscus scoping last March. Three surgeries rolled into one - it was lapriscopic (spelling?) though which is nice...makes the scars far less crazy.
5. The last scar is also on my right leg - it is on the outside of my right calf. It is actually 2 scars that look like little holes were drilled into my calf. When I was younger (maybe 12ish? - I may have been younger) I was riding my bike down the street and was attacked by a black lab - WHILE riding my bike. I suppose I was lucky that I was able to stay on my bike and I kept riding to my Grandma's house who was right down the street from where I lived. She wasn't home but I was able to inspect my leg which was covered in blood. I then ventured back onto my bike and took some back roads home in order to avoid the dog. My dad was home and got me into the tub to help clean up the mess. The biggest thing I remember about this injury was having to put the medicine on a cu-tip and push it down into the holes where the teeth had sunk in :S I still get chills thinking about that one. It's kind of crazy that I am not afraid of dogs and don't ever remember being afraid of them - even after that incident. I'm glad too because I LOVE LOVE LOVE my little Jasper. :-)
There you have it - scars from the body of Shelby.
I have a total of five areas on my body that have scars. I will start at the top and work my way down (
1. I have scar number 1 on top of my head - towards the front. Right in front of where a baby's soft spot is located. I say this - because I got this scar when I was a crawler. My mom had me when she was quite young - a junior in high school - and so I spent a lot of my early years with my grandparents. One morning I was with my Meme (that's my grandma...my grandpa is "Gramps"), was getting ready to fix herself a pot of coffee and she had to get the Folgers coffee can out of the top cabinet. Well, I was crawling around at her feet because I didn't want to be away from her for too long and it slipped out of her hands right onto my head. She said that she thought she had killed me because my eyes rolled into the back of my head and I passed out. They didn't have insurance on me at the time because we weren't the richest of families - so they just waited and hoped it would pass? lol Now you all know why I am the way I am.2. Scar number two is on the left forearm - right under my elbow. I had 17 stitches. A week before I started my senior year in high school, my youth group was putting on a "water week" where we did various events that involved water. Well, one of those events was being washed off after a massive food fight!Our only rule was that if the food was in cans - you had to completely take the lid off of the can using the can opener. Well, you know how sometimes when a person is in a hurry they just pull the lid off and it leaves a very sharp point on the top part of the can? That comes into play with this particular injury. I was running - covered in ketchup, mustard, koolaid mix, nastiness - and this other guy was running towards me with an open can of creamed corn. I put my left arm up to shield the corn from going into my face and we got too close and he cut me clear open across the elbow. I couldn't even feel it - that is how deep the cut was. I saw all the nastiness that you should never see of the inside of your arm. They sprayed me off the best they could and I changed into my "afterwards" clothes and headed to the hospital. That was a whole OTHER ordeal! I will have to blog about my hospital experience sometime. It was nutso. Anyway, I was upset about this mishap because I wanted to play volleyball in college and I thought I wasn't going to be able to play because of the stitches...luckily, I was able to convince my coach that taping it up was just fine and I got to play the whole season :-)
3. Scar number 3 is right above the belly button. It is from the piercing I used to have. With my mother's permission, I got my naval pierced for my junior prom - where I wore a two piece. It was nice while it lasted. Damn you college and all the weight you gain!
4. Most of my followers already know scar number 4's reasoning. I have about 4 scars on my right knee from my ACL replacement, meniscus repair, and meniscus scoping last March. Three surgeries rolled into one - it was lapriscopic (spelling?) though which is nice...makes the scars far less crazy.
5. The last scar is also on my right leg - it is on the outside of my right calf. It is actually 2 scars that look like little holes were drilled into my calf. When I was younger (maybe 12ish? - I may have been younger) I was riding my bike down the street and was attacked by a black lab - WHILE riding my bike. I suppose I was lucky that I was able to stay on my bike and I kept riding to my Grandma's house who was right down the street from where I lived. She wasn't home but I was able to inspect my leg which was covered in blood. I then ventured back onto my bike and took some back roads home in order to avoid the dog. My dad was home and got me into the tub to help clean up the mess. The biggest thing I remember about this injury was having to put the medicine on a cu-tip and push it down into the holes where the teeth had sunk in :S I still get chills thinking about that one. It's kind of crazy that I am not afraid of dogs and don't ever remember being afraid of them - even after that incident. I'm glad too because I LOVE LOVE LOVE my little Jasper. :-)
There you have it - scars from the body of Shelby.
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