30 Days of Blogging: Day 30

My last day!  This has been such a journey (sarcasm, my friends--I'm not that sentimental).  This has been pretty fun though, and I'm the tiniest bit sad I have to come up with my own ideas to blog about.  Today's topic is...

Drumroll please...

Movies you can watch again and again.

Gone with the Wind

Star Wars

Indiana Jones

Say Anything

Willow

BBC Pride and Prejudice

Girl with a Pearl Earring

Little Women

What a Girl Wants

There's more, but I'll spare you.  Lots of Disney movies, haha.

30 Days of Blogging: Day 29

Favorite TV shows and why:

Oh, the sexual tension!!

"You know that's right."  Funniest show ever.

The Office is starting to go downhill, but still, in memory of the golden days!

Pretty Little Liars--it's a guilty pleasure.  I just love the clothes!!

Best show I've ever seen.

Just started watching this, but I'm already in love with it.  Danny and I quote Gloria all the time now.

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30 Days of Blogging: Days 27 and 28

Sorry I missed yesterday, it was a bit crazy over here (in a good, lots-of-fun sort of way)!

Day 27: My day job vs. my passion.

During the day, I answer telephones.  I smile at people.  I scan a lot of things.  Sometimes I file.  It's far from anyone's dream job, but I am grateful to have it.

My passion is literature.  Talking about it, learning about it, and creating it.  I get so excited when I see a clean page, waithing for me to make its mark, or when I hear the sound of my keys click-clacking away as I type something new.  I've mentioned my book a few times.  I don't know if it really deserves to be called that yet.  It's a few pages, if that.  All random scenes that have come at different times since I started it in 2007--maybe 2008?  It's about growing up--how original, I know, a coming of age story!  But I think there's a reason we keep coming back to that plot.  We've all had to grow up at some point, and I think we're all constantly growing and learning.  I think that novels are a way that help us to see that there's a point to all those "character-building" experiences we go through.  That at some point, we emerge a complete, whole human being--or at least a little closer to becoming a complete, whole human being.  We're all works in progress, and it's comforting to us to see that echoed in the written word.  That's just my opinion.
Honestly, my book is not the greatest (although my old roommates beg to differ), but maybe with a few edits, a lot of work, and probably some tears, I'll end up with a complete, finished novel.  We'll see. 

Day 28: cruise a thesaurus and pick out ten words I like the sound of

1. aplomb
2. debauchery
3. effulgence
4. foozle
5. invective
6. oscillation
7. percolate
8. precocious
9.ubiquitous
10.  whippersnapper

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30 Days of Blogging: Day 26

I can't believe I'm so close to finishing this 30 Days challenge.  Where did February go again?  What was I even doing this last month?  Who knows.

10 things I am thankful for:

1. My husband.  I lucked out in this department, seriously.  I can't say it enough.
2. My Savior.  Always there for me, even after I ignore Him.  And always with open arms and a way back.
3. My "goodly parents."  Thanks Mom and Dad!  My parents are the bomb.com, if you haven't picked up on that yet.  While we're on this topic, we'll throw my Grammie in here too, because she phenom.  (Yeah, I just abbreviated phenomenal.  It's ok.)
4. My kindred spirits.  Ellen, my old roomies, both the C/Katherines, and Miss Lyse.  My husband is in this list too, but I already mentioned him.
5. Music, art, literature, fashion, CULTURE, and the history of it.  I love the creative capabilities of the human spirit.
6. My job.  It's nice to have an income, something to do during the day, and wonderfully pleasant people to work with.
7. For the beauty of the earth.  For the sky and the beach and the smell after it rains.  For Spanish moss hanging from trees, long roads to nowhere, and weeping willows.  For mountains and grassy fields and ...DOUBLE RAINBOWS ALL THE WAY ACROSS THE SKY.
8. For indoor plumbing.  Not even joking.  I know I reminisce and and wish I lived in a different time period, but this is one thing I'm not willing to give up.
9. For my college education.  Even though it didn't really land me a career.  It was worth it.
10. For people who care about what I have to say.  Maybe you find me inspiring, maybe I make you laugh, or maybe you just feel like saying the same things and you're glad someone agrees with you.

Obviously this list isn't very comprehensive, but there's my ten.  Goodnight friends.

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30 Days of Blogging: Day 25

In my purse.

I'm kind of funny about purses.  I probably switch off which one I'm using once a month.  Currently, I'm on my Mickey Mouse Dooney&Bourke Grammie got me for Christmas.  This is the first brand name purse I've ever had, and probably the most "grown-up."

But no matter the purse I'm using, I probably have the same things in it.

The usual suspects:
My wallet.
My phone.
Chapstick.
A pen.
My thumbdrive.
Lotion.
Gum. (I'm out!)
My keys.
A book (Little Women at the moment--rereading it for bookclub).
My little notebook.

I also used to carry concealer/foundation, but I hardly ever actually used it, so it got booted to the curb.  As did my old camera.  My new camera can't fit all it's awesomeness in any of my purses now, which is ok.

While we're on the topic, I'd really like a big leather bag, with lots of compartments.  If you see a cool/cheap one, let me know. =]

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30 Days of Blogging: Day 24

Favorite quote or verse of scripture.

"And when you get down to it, Lily, that's the only purpose grand enough for human life.  Not just to love, but to persist in love."
--Sue Monk Kidd, The Secret Life of Bees

D&C  18: 10
Remember the worth of souls is great in the sight of God.

Quotes to live your life by.

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30 Days of Blogging: Day 23

Something I crave a lot:

Chocolat

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30 Days of Blogging: Day 22

Something that makes me different from everyone else.

I'd like to think that my musical tastes help make me a little different from everyone else, but then I'd be branded as a music snob/elitist--which I'm not.  Okay, maybe I can be sometimes, but I'm trying to overcome it.

I feel like a lot of the time, I just blend in.  Think Anne Hatheway in Princess Diaries when she says, "I'm invisible, and I'm good at it."  Obviously my red hair makes me stick out a little, but how lame would it be for me to use that for today?  "My parents both possessed this recessive trait and passed it on to me, so now I'll use this element of myself that I have no control over to show how unique and awesome I am."  Yeah, no.

I think music is one of the first things that came to mind for me because as I was thinking about what to write for today, I had my itunes on shuffle.  Naturally, the Backstreet Boys started crooning through my speakers, "What makes you different, makes you beautiful!"  Slightly eerie coincidence, but this led to me contemplate what first made me different for Dan from the numerous other girls who could date/dated before me.

I'm one of those people who loves to rehash every moment of getting to know/falling in love with someone, so obviously I've done this a lot with my husband.  He's claimed that the first time he really started to like me in more than a "that girl's cute" sort of way, was when he first stumbled on my ipod.  Previous to this, he thought I had horrible music taste (ie Britney Spears).  One night, he and his roommate gave me and some friends a ride home, and for some reason I don't really remember, he ended up with my ipod and started scrolling through to see what I listened to.  The first two bands he mentioned were Bright Eyes and the Format--my two favorite bands.  Suddenly he was impressed and wanted to borrow some of my music.  I think music is funny that way.  It's a way for people to delve into a culture that's all about being different, but we all want to be different with other unique people who like the same things as us so we can bond and honestly, yeah, so we can feel like we're on a different level than other people sometimes.  I see evidence of this in my own life, from my little clique in high school having our own theme song, to having a boy message me on facebook because we were going to the same university and he felt like we'd get along based on our similar musical tastes.  Music brings us together by isolating us from other people around the group.  Those of you who have been reading my blog for awhile know this "being different together" dynamic really interests me and I even wrote a paper on it in college, but obviously I'm rambling now and have gone off topic.

I think it's hard to pinpoint something that makes me different, because I like to see connections everywhere and connect with other people, so even though I have lots of quirks, I know I share them with other people too--or at least I like to think I do.  Plus, I'm not nearly as big of a music buff as I used to be (sadly). 

However, I feel like I am one of the few people in this world who knows what an okapi is, so I guess that makes me different too.


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30 Days of Blogging: Day 21

A picture of something that makes you happy.

I feel like I've been posting a lot of pictures of Dan lately, so I thought I'd do something different and post a video.  This is from after we'd been dating about a month.  It's kind of cheezy/dumb, but it always makes me smile, and sometimes if I'm having I a bad day I like to watch it.

And one more from that day too:

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30 Days a Blogging: Day 20

Write a letter to someone.

Dear Lyse,
Maybe it's a cop-out to write to my pen-pal, but I feel like I haven't written you in awhile, and I miss it.  I'm so glad we're friends and that we get each other's (sometimes nerdy) interests.  I read on your tumblr earlier that you went to a museum by yourself today.  I don't know if that was by choice or not, but I said to Danny, "Well, I would have gone with her!"  Even if we just walked in silence.
It makes me sad sometimes, because I feel like we could have spent so much more time together when we were both in P-town, but I like to think we have a lifetime of friendship ahead of us.  Especially when we live down the street from each other some time in the distant future.
I just looked at your facebook and ARE YOU REALLY GOING TO LONDON FASHION WEEK!!  Why is your life so glamourous???  Life here has been pretty droll as of late.  It started raining this week and basically hasn't stopped.  I thought it was supposed to be sunny here so I could go to the beach/the zoo/fun places, but clearly the universe is just against me.  Today Danny and I went out for a late lunch/early dinner, and while we were walking back to the car, it thundered.  Obvs if we were anywhere else but Southern California, this wouldn't be a big deal, but since we ARE in socal, this is clearly like earth shattering, so when it did thunder, I gasped, and so did this black lady that was walking past us and then she looked at me and we had basically the same face on and so we both started laughing.  Dan didn't even know what was happening, but I was like don't worry, it's just human connection.  That's pretty much the most exciting thing that's happened all day.  Clearly, I need you to come back and have dinner parties with us, and save me from myself.
At work I'm going to get to start working on a newsletter.  I'm movin' on up in the world.  Part of me is glad that I have all these new, important things to do, because it means I don't really have to file anymore.  Filing is basically the bane of my existence. 
I think I like handwriting these better.  I'll wait for your postcard to get here and write you a real letter soon.  Because hopefully your postcard gets here soon, I'm like dying from anticipation.

Per our somewhat-becoming-a-tradition, I'll leave you with a poem.  John Keats, becasue, well I just watched Bright Star, and do I really need to explain myself?

La Belle Dame Sans Merci
O what can ail thee, knight at arms,
Alone and palely loitering?
The sedge has wither'd from the lake,
and no birds sing.

O what can ail thee, knight at arms,
So haggard and so woe-begone?
The squirrel's granary is full,
And the harvest's done.

I see a lily on thy brow
With anguish moist and fever dew,
And on thy cheeks a fading rose
Fast withereth too.

I met a lady in the meads,
Full beautiful, a fairy's child;
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
And her eyes were wild.

I made a garland for her head,
And bracelets too, and fragrant zone;
She look'd at me as she did love,
And made sweet moan.

I set her on my pacing steed,
And nothing else saw all day long,
For sidelong would she bend and sing
A fairy's song.

She found me roots of relish sweet,
And honey wild, and manna dew,
And sure in language strange she said--
I love thee true.

She took me to her elfin grot,
And there she wept, and sigh'd full sore,
And there I shut her wild wild eyes
With kisses four.

And there she lulled me asleep,
And there I dream'd--Ah!  woe betide!
The latest dream I ever dream'd
On the cold hill's side.

I saw pale kings, and princes too,
Pale warriors, death pale were they all;
They cried--"La belle dame sans merci
Hath thee in thrall!"

I saw their starv'd lips in the gloam,
With horrid warning gaped wide,
And I awoke and found me here
On the cold hill's side.

And this is why I sojourn here,
Alone and palely loitering,
Though the sedge is wither'd from the lake,
And no birds sing.

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30 Days of Blogging: Day 19

A sweet memory from my past:
Today, I'm going to talk about my friend Christopher.  Chris and I met my junior year of high school (his freshman year).  We didn't really see each other much, except in choir.  That all changed senior year.  Somehow he went from being the cute kid in my choir class to my absolute best friend.  Almost everyday after school or rehearsal would find us sitting in his driveway, talking, laughing, or racing the seats in my Volvo. Chris and I shared a lot of laughs (like the time his dad came out to the driveway to tell us he was, "going to bed...to go to sleep." Please Mr. Yeaple, don't elaborate on your reasons for going to bed, it only throws further suspicion on what goes on in that bedroom...yikes), but I think the real reason why this is a friendship that sticks with me is because Chris is the kind of friend that you know always has your back, no matter what.

Chrispher and Lawren.  Note: this is like from when we first met, hence Chris' hair.

Here are a few examples of why Chris is a good friend:
1) Every year, our choir would go to Disney to sing in the Candlelight concert at Epcot.  My senior year, an old friend from Texas came to see me sing in the choir/hang out at Disney.  Basically, this kid turned out to be a major creep, who separated me from my friends and started sticking his tongue in my mouth.  The whole night I felt like crying, because this kid was like trying to have a DTR with me, talking about how he was moving to Florida for college, while trying to put his lips on mine in a manner that was entirely inappropriate for Disneyworld, and all I wanted was to have a good time with my friends.  After circling the entire park at least three times, I felt like I'd run into everyone in the choir, except for Chris and Evan.  Apparently that's because Chris was leading them on a rescue party following me.  Finally, he got so mad at this kid, he came up, grabbed my arm and pulled me away to figure out what was going on.  I guess the Texan visitor got a little mad at our private rendevous, because he came up and said to Chris, "Hey buddy, mind if you give us a minute?"  Chris sent him a withering look, took two steps away, folded his arms, and said something like, "Yeah buddy, is this good enough?"  The Texan visitor then started bursting into a jealous tirade against Chris, me, my religion, my friends, and insulting me in basically every possible way.  Finally I decided I'd had enough.  I explained that I wasn't interested in what he was offering, but if he wanted to stay and spend time with me and my friends, he was more than welcome, but otherwise he could pack his bags and go home.  He kind of stared in a stunned silence, like who wouldn't want what he had, or maybe he was just pissed that he spent so much money on coming out to Florida only to have me say I wasn't interested.  I dunno, but Chris came up and put his arm around me as I walked off, feeling slightly shaken, but very victorious.  I don't know if that would have happened if Chris hadn't intervened.

Typical.

2) Chris and I used to be in this after school jazz group.  I always used to go and buy these delicious, fresh Otis Spunkmeyer cookies our school sold before I went to any rehearsal (super healthy, I know, but I usually shared).  My favorites were the chocolate peanut-butter chip.  One day, right before our jazz group, I was munching on some, and I offered one to Chris, explaining that these were the best cookies he could ever have--except I forgot one crucial thing.  Chris is allergic to peanuts.  Yeah that's right, I forgot my friend's food allergies, I deserve a friendship of the year award.  So while I was singing my heart out in rehearsal, Chris was barfing his guts out in the bathroom.  I felt like a total jerk.  I mean really, who forgets something like that?  I was so afraid that Chris was going to hate me, never talk to me again, spread horrible rumors about me, etc.  But while he probably was pretty put out, life continued on as normal.  Forgiveness is a wonderful thing.

3) On New Year's Day, I showed up at Chris' house, sobbing.  I won't go into the details as to why, but suffice to say it was boy drama, and I was so upset, I got sent home from work early (I don't know if my mom knows this story...surprise!)  I didn't really feel like going home, so I went to Chris' house.  I felt so awkward, guilty, and weird, showing up there in the morning without an invitation, but I didn't know what else to do. Even though Chris had friends over, he spent the rest of the day with me, letting me cry when I needed to, making me laugh, and talking it all out with me.

This is me laughing through my tears.

 

This is Chris being a goober and making me laugh.

4) My whole family loved Chris.  He was one of those friends that whenever his name came up, my mom would say, "I love Chris."  He was over all the time, and he even came to church with us once.  One of my favorite memories is when Chris came with my family to Disneyworld after we adopted Jack.  It was my last summer before college, and I just really love thinking about it.  Chris really was part of the family.  It was like having a sibling close in age to me!

Chris and Jack

This was seriously one of the happiest moments of my life.  Lame?  Maybe.

 Lest you think that Chris was put upon by all my boy problems in high school, just so you know, I helped him ask out another girl, helped him through break-ups, and was there for him when he needed me too.  Chris is in so many of my favorite high school memories.   He practically made my senior year, and even though we don't talk so much anymore, I can't wait to see him and everyone else in like two months!

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30 Days of Blogging: Day 18

I got a little distracted last night and forgot to post for 30 days.  In my defense, Thursdays are like TV marathon night at our house.  Bones and The Office are on, plus we had to catch up on Survivor, PLUS I was watching a movie on Netflix. And to think there was a time when I hardly ever watched TV.

For Day 18, I was supposed to write about dreams/goals/aspirations I have.  I feel like I basically did this in my bucket list, but here's a brief outline:
I want to be a writer.  It'd be nice to make the big bucks like Stephenie and J.K., but that's probably not very realistic. I'll just settle for writing something good, that at least a few people appreciate.
I want to do humanitarian work somewhere.  Ya know, make a difference in someone's life.
I want to have a big family.  I want to work to make our home a happy place, and teach them that family comes first, not only through words, but especially through example.
I want to be self-reliant--garden, food storage, sewing, etc.  I don't want to look back on my life when I'm fifty with regret when I realize I was idle, dependent, and/or selfish for most of my life.

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30 days of Blogging: Day 17

Someone I would want to switch lives with for one day and why...

I think it's easy for us to be jealous of other people's lives, or to see what's wrong in our lives and what we want to change.  I know I'm guilty of this, daily.  Yet this question was still difficult for me.  Yeah, some days I wish I hadn't graduated early, or that I'd applied to grad school.  That I had the drive and determination of that person, that I could go on study abroad like Lyse, that I could be with my friends in Provo or Florida, that I wasn't so sensitive, that my pants would fit me better.  I wish I could write something meaningful and beautiful like John Donne, that I had the wit and humor of Jane Austen or Oscar Wilde, that I had the capacity for learning like some of my favorite professors, that I had lived in a different time.  That I lived on a farm, that I had more of a work ethic, that I were a better cook.
Obviously, my life has room for improvement, but it also has so many good and wonderful and beautiful things that I don't want to ever give up.  I have two wonderful parents who love me and taught me so much, who continue to teach me everyday through their example.  I have four beautiful siblings who are growing up into incredible people--and they're all pretty funny and good looking too.  My whole family on both sides, and all my in-laws, are wondeful, caring people.  I was fortunate enough to attend college, and while that may not have helped me find a career, it did teach me so much: about myself, about the world around me, and about my relationship to God.  I have been able to live in many different and beautiful places, and I've been able to make great friends and find kindred spirits wherever I've lived.  Personally, I think I've got a great sense of humor.  I do my best to be compassionate and non-judgemental, to stand up for what I believe in, to be a loyal friend.  I have a testimony and a love of the gospel.
My dad used to say to me when I was growing up, "Lauren, maybe someday, if you're very lucky, you'll be able to marry a man who loves you as much as I love your mother."  I am pretty darn lucky to have Dan.  My Aunt Cheryl was the photographer for our wedding, and after following us around all day and documenting our every move, she said to my mom, "They're always laughing!"  I like that about us.  I'm so glad I married someone who I can be so joyful with.  Plus he's pretty nice to look at too.

So I guess, there isn't really anyone I'd want to switch places with for a day, because I'd never want to give any of that up, not even for a day.

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30 Days of Blogging: Days 15 and 16

In the midst of all the Valentine's excitement yesterday, I forgot to post for 30 Days.  Oh well, today you get two thrilling posts.  I think it's ok, because Day 16 is just a picture.

Day 15 (first ten songs to come on shuffle).
What You Thought You Need--Jack Johnson
In City Transit--Canoe
Bright Smile--Josh Ritter
Dance Hall--Modest Mouse
I Am Fred Astaire--Taking Back Sunday
My Heroine--Silverstein
Baby We're Invincible--Rocket to the Moon
Song for the Fireflies--Josh Ritter
The Takedown--Yellowcard
Lucky Charms--The Moldy Peaches

I was relieved there was nothing too embarrassing, other than a band or two I haven't really listened to since high school.

And Day 16 ( a picture of myself)

Senior Year of High school

Fun Story about this picture:  This used to be my myspace profile pic back in the day (it was to show off my sweet new haircut).  Well, unbeknowst to me, my future roommates were stalking me on Myspace, and took one look at this picture and were like, "wow, this girl looks like a jerk!"  And they were all scared that I was going to be some snotty, annoying girl or something like that.  Which they probably thought I was at first, because I was a punk the beginning of freshman year and was like hardly ever at home because I was too busy off galavanting with boys to be concerned with the basics of college...like getting to know my roommates.  However, once I did start to get to know them, it was clear that we were all a match made in heaven, and we're all still BFF's.  My point is, don't judge me by my vain high school pictures.  Obvs I'm a ton more fun than this pic would lead you to believe.

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30 Days of Blogging: Day 14

Pictures of me and my family(ies).  

Always ready for the camera...

Adventurous.

Love.

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30 Days of Blogging: Day 13

My five favorite novels, in no particular order (and list is subject to change):
1. The Secret Life of Bees, Sue Monk Kidd.  I mean, seriously!  Does it get any better than this?  Sue Monk Kidd's style of writing is poetic and lush, in a way hardly any books are these days.  The story is moving, the characters real, and you laugh almost as much as you cry.  This is how I wish I could write.
2. Mister Pip, Lloyd Jones.  Just read it.
3. Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling.  Any of them.  J.K. Rowling is a flippin' genius.  (Feel free to buy the box set for me!)
4. Jane Eyre or Wuthering Heights, Charlotte Bronte and Emily Bronte, respectively.  The Brontes: you love 'em or you hate 'em.  I LOVE LOVE LOVE them.
5. I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings, Maya Angelou.  The title alone gives me chills.

It feels wrong that the list is this short, but it said five, and I technically already listed twelve.  Novels are seriously the best thing to come out of the 18th century.  (Which is about when they came into being, if memory serves me correctly.  And just trust me when I say we've come a long way with that art form.)

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30 Days of Blogging: Day 12

Don't judge me, I haven't written a poem in I really don't know how long, and I'm not that great a poet to begin with.  This doesn't quite flow, so just think of it as a rough draft.

"Listen to this song; it'll change your life."
So began a teenage romance, sitting on a trampoline.
Iron & Wine streamed through his headphones into my ears,
And I thought I knew what it was to fall in love.
I thought I knew.

Three months later Ifound myself far from home,
Far from him and that trampoline, far from my coastal city.
Yet I stared around me in amazement at my luck.
I thought being there was falling in love.
I thought being there was.

Fast foward a year and I stand on the precipice
Between childhood and adulthood.  Cue the man
Not quite ready to leave childhood, and not quite time enough.
I thought running out of time was love.
I thought I was running out of time.

A little older, I thougth I was a little wiser.
But I was still a silly girl, easily flattered, easily swayed.
A boy from my past, grown into a man, filled an ache.
I thought fleeting moments were love.
I thought love was fleeting.

I was scared of commitment, scared of life.
Then you strolled in: confident, happy, and always laughing.
Sometimes life gives you straight up lemonade.
Laughing with you was falling in love.
Love is laughter.

Marriage is a long time, and sometimes daunting.
You like sports, I like clothes; You want comedy, I want drama.
A list of never-ending differences--but white complements black
And I think love is two pieces making a whole.
Love is me and you.

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30 Days of Blogging: Day 11

My Bucket List:
-Visit these places: Thailand, Portugal, Italy, Spain, France, Germany, Austria, Britain, Ireland, India, Egypt, Israel, Iran (I know, that's like impossible), Kenya, South Africa, Morocco, Russia, Brazil, Argentina, Ecuador, Peru, Alaska, Canada, the Pacific Northwest, Tahiti, the Bahamas, Jamaica, Puerto Rico, New Orleans (at Mardi Gras!), and Greece.  Expect this list to keep on growing.
-Live in a foreign country.
-Have children.  Raise them to be good, decent, honest, compassionate human beings.
-Ride a donkey down into the Grand Canyon.
-Teach an English Literature class.
-Get a Masters degree.
-Sew all of my kids Halloween costumes.  Or if they don't want me to, at least have the ability.
-Write a novel that will change at least one person's life.  Even if that one person is me.
-Learn to paint.
-Dye my hair.  I've always been afraid to do this.  Don't get me wrong, I love my color, but I'd just like to see what I'd look like as a blonde or a brunette.
-Join a protest.  I'd like to feel like I'm changing the world.
-Perform in Les Miserables.  I'll take Eponine or Fantine.
-Restore our piano.
-Have a huge garden like my Grandma and Grandpa Carr.
-Live on a farm/ranch and learn the meaning of hard work.
-Adopt.
-Do volunteer work in a third world country.
-Serve a mission.
-Spend a week on a beach, doing absolutely nothing.
-Live in a little old house.  Make it my own.
-Have a love story that rivals John and Anne Donne.  Yeah, I went there.

There's probably more and maybe I'll add to this, but it's bedtime.

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30 Days of Blogging: Day 10

When I'm happy, I'm like:

or maybe:

but I'm especially like this:

When I'm sad, I'm all:

but sometimes I'm more like this:

When I'm bored, I want to hear:

or any Flight of the Conchords, really.

When I'm "hyped" this is how I be:

When I'm mad, life feels more like:

When I'm contemplative/pensive:

 or:

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30 Days of Blogging: Day 9

Today I'm supposed to blog about something that I'm proud of in the past few days.  Unfortunately, my life is pretty uneventful, so this post isn't going to be too exciting.
Recently at work, my boss has been giving me all these new assignments.  This is probably because almost everytime he walks by my desk, I'm playing solitaire because there's nothing for me to do.  But I like to pretend it's because he sees me as someone who can handle lots of responsibility.  A cool thing that he's had me start this week is making CD/DVD labels.  This is super fun/creative.  Basically, he brings copies of a DVD, and says, make a few prototypes.  Then I get to design my very own movie covers!  After, I bring him my ideas and he picks which one he likes best.  I know, you're jealous of my job.
Another thing he's had me start doing is scanning all the contracts with our clients.  This is fun mostly because there are really old documents in these file folders--like from the early 90's.  Every time I see a contract that old, I think, "this paper is almost as old as I am!"  Clearly I'm a beacon of responsibility since I'm allowed to handle these fragile papers.
Tomorrow I get to start scanning pictures.  AND he told me I can scan any old pictures I have that I'd like to save to a computer.  PARTY.
In conclusion, even though these things may not seem like that big of a deal, I'm proud that I've been able to learn new things.  I'm proud that I've shown enough intelligence/competence/tech-savvy-ness that my boss trusts me enough to handle these things.  Or maybe he just likes me because he's from Jacksonville too.

30 Days of Blogging.