1. My Daisy-sister. She is in Canada right now, but she made my day without even knowing it!
2. The Olympics! I have been watching all that I can, and love it! The women's team Gymnastics final was tonight, and those girls KILLED it!!! USA!! USA!! USA!!
3. Mmmmmm. Brownies.
4. The fact that the MCAT is over. Such a relief! Now we just have to wait 30 days for the results!
5. Brandon and I have been having a bit of an Office marathon. It's hilarious!
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
Saturday, July 28, 2012
i killed a bug. and it was hard.
Guys, I killed a spider today. Those of you who know me, realize how big of a deal that is.
I have arachnophobia. Seriously. Upon confronting a spider, I have been known to cry, throw up, get dizzy, and start shaking. In school, when we would be reading our science books and a picture of a spider would come up, I would fold the page over so that the picture was covered. Once, in high school, I encountered a rather large spider in the girl's track locker room bathroom, and I couldn't go in there again for months.
So the fact that I killed a spider today is huge.
Brandon, if you're reading this, I need you to come home, because I can't touch it to throw it away.
I have arachnophobia. Seriously. Upon confronting a spider, I have been known to cry, throw up, get dizzy, and start shaking. In school, when we would be reading our science books and a picture of a spider would come up, I would fold the page over so that the picture was covered. Once, in high school, I encountered a rather large spider in the girl's track locker room bathroom, and I couldn't go in there again for months.
So the fact that I killed a spider today is huge.
Brandon, if you're reading this, I need you to come home, because I can't touch it to throw it away.
Friday, July 27, 2012
review
Life has been pretty crazy around here lately. Brandon took the MCAT yesterday, and has been living at the library for the past few weeks studying. The girls and I have been out of town, so blogging hasn't really been on my to-do list.
So, here are a few pictures of what's been happening in our lives!
Portia had sweet shades.
Portia got to go to a Fancy Nancy party, and was instantly in love!
Yes, Portia has pink hair. It's temporary, but she LOVES it!
So, here are a few pictures of what's been happening in our lives!
Portia had sweet shades.
Portia got to go to a Fancy Nancy party, and was instantly in love!
We went to Grandma's house and the girls played with the hose in the yard.
Yes, Portia has pink hair. It's temporary, but she LOVES it!
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
i have a problem
I might need professional help.
I'm a hoarder. Of music.
My iTunes library has upwards of 4500 songs, some of which I haven't listened to in years.
But I can't delete them.
I get anxiety when I think about trying to delete them.
What if, someday, I want to listen to the Cha-Cha Slide, or DHT, or Fergie, and it's not there? What if it's not there?!?
I feel like my music is alive, and if I were to toss some, their hearts would be broken, and so would mine.
I could probably go on a reality show.
I'm a hoarder. Of music.
But I can't delete them.
I get anxiety when I think about trying to delete them.
What if, someday, I want to listen to the Cha-Cha Slide, or DHT, or Fergie, and it's not there? What if it's not there?!?
I feel like my music is alive, and if I were to toss some, their hearts would be broken, and so would mine.
I could probably go on a reality show.
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
Middle school was hard.
In the 7th grade, I had a huge crush on a boy named David. He was the most popular boy in school, on the football team, and I was so enamored. My status was definitely on a much lower rung on the middle school success ladder, but I still imagined that we could be part of a She's All That inspired love story.
David sat right next to me in my 1st and 2nd hours, and I don't think he spoke to me once. I was constantly a nervous wreck. What if he looked over and my hair looked weird? What if he needed to borrow a pencil? What if we were assigned to do - gasp - partner work?!?
Months went by without any of these things happening. David didn't know I was alive. But I still pined, and life went on.
I soon was the not-so-happy recipient of braces. I hated them. They tore my mouth up, and made me look even more goofy, and they made me do something so terribly embarrassing. For the first few weeks, my mouth wasn't quite used to them, and I started producing more saliva. Ok, ok. I drooled. When I was laughing really hard or talking a lot, sometimes I would drool. It was humiliating and I wanted to die whenever it happened. But so far, no one seemed to have noticed that I had this problem. Until one day.
I was at school in my 1st hour. My friend Samantha had come back to my desk to chat and of course, David was sitting beside me. Sam and I were laughing really hard at something, and suddenly, my worst nightmare came true.
I drooled. David turned to me, for the first time in my life, and spoke. "You have some spit on your face."
Yeah, Middle School was hard.
David sat right next to me in my 1st and 2nd hours, and I don't think he spoke to me once. I was constantly a nervous wreck. What if he looked over and my hair looked weird? What if he needed to borrow a pencil? What if we were assigned to do - gasp - partner work?!?
Months went by without any of these things happening. David didn't know I was alive. But I still pined, and life went on.
I soon was the not-so-happy recipient of braces. I hated them. They tore my mouth up, and made me look even more goofy, and they made me do something so terribly embarrassing. For the first few weeks, my mouth wasn't quite used to them, and I started producing more saliva. Ok, ok. I drooled. When I was laughing really hard or talking a lot, sometimes I would drool. It was humiliating and I wanted to die whenever it happened. But so far, no one seemed to have noticed that I had this problem. Until one day.
I was at school in my 1st hour. My friend Samantha had come back to my desk to chat and of course, David was sitting beside me. Sam and I were laughing really hard at something, and suddenly, my worst nightmare came true.
I drooled. David turned to me, for the first time in my life, and spoke. "You have some spit on your face."
Yeah, Middle School was hard.
Wednesday, July 4, 2012
4th of July
I love today! The 4th of July is my favorite holiday I think. I love fireworks, and cookouts, and days spent on the lake. I love the fun activities on this day.
But I think most of all, I love America. I tear up when I hear the national anthem, I love Veteran celebrations, I feel a deep reverence for our flag. I am so grateful for this glorious country.
I have freedom. I am free to speak what I wish, protect my family, and practice my religion. I am free, as a woman, to get an education, hold a job, vote and hold property. I live daily without fear, because I live in this blessed country.
I love America, and I am so grateful for those brave men and women who have fought for Her and my freedom.
But I think most of all, I love America. I tear up when I hear the national anthem, I love Veteran celebrations, I feel a deep reverence for our flag. I am so grateful for this glorious country.
I have freedom. I am free to speak what I wish, protect my family, and practice my religion. I am free, as a woman, to get an education, hold a job, vote and hold property. I live daily without fear, because I live in this blessed country.
I love America, and I am so grateful for those brave men and women who have fought for Her and my freedom.
Monday, July 2, 2012
Once upon a time
We recently moved Margot's crib into Portia's room, and have started putting them to bed at the same time. (In the past, we've been putting Portia to bed, then rocking Margot in the chair until she fell asleep. We are now letting her put herself to sleep.)
As I'm putting the girls down for bed, I have started telling them stories. They are short, and completely made up, and all about them. Portia calls them "Portia-and-Margot stories." She loves them, and makes me tell like 8 in a row.
What's that? You want me to tell you one?
Done and done.
Once upon a time, there were 2 little girls named Portia and Margot, and they were sisters. One night, as they were going to bed, they heard a tap on their bedroom window. Portia opened it, and saw that the stars had come down out of the sky and were waiting outside for them.
The stars said "Hello girls, we need your help! The moon is very sad and won't come out into the sky!" So Portia and Margot jumped onto the stars and flew up into the sky to the moon's house. They knocked on the door, and the moon answered. It was crying!
Portia and Margot said "Why are you crying?" The moon said that he was sad because he thought no one liked him. But Portia and Margot told the moon that they loved looking at him every night! So the moon was happy again, and he jumped up into the sky!
Portia and Margot climbed back onto the stars and flew back down to their room, and went to sleep, dreaming of the moon.
The End.
As I'm putting the girls down for bed, I have started telling them stories. They are short, and completely made up, and all about them. Portia calls them "Portia-and-Margot stories." She loves them, and makes me tell like 8 in a row.
What's that? You want me to tell you one?
Done and done.
Once upon a time, there were 2 little girls named Portia and Margot, and they were sisters. One night, as they were going to bed, they heard a tap on their bedroom window. Portia opened it, and saw that the stars had come down out of the sky and were waiting outside for them.
The stars said "Hello girls, we need your help! The moon is very sad and won't come out into the sky!" So Portia and Margot jumped onto the stars and flew up into the sky to the moon's house. They knocked on the door, and the moon answered. It was crying!
Portia and Margot said "Why are you crying?" The moon said that he was sad because he thought no one liked him. But Portia and Margot told the moon that they loved looking at him every night! So the moon was happy again, and he jumped up into the sky!
Portia and Margot climbed back onto the stars and flew back down to their room, and went to sleep, dreaming of the moon.
The End.
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