If you want to follow along on Instagram I'm thecircus6. Instagram, by the way, is now on the world wide web. Click the link on my insta name to get there.
By the way, the red chairs are for healthy kids there for other reasons. The blue chairs are a germ farm.
Hold your breath Tay, can germs jump?
No UTI's this go round. Slowly, ever so slowly, progress is being made for this girl.
Cali's baptism.
The look on Cali's face is from the fact that my mom {bless her heart} doesn't know how to use an iPhone to take a picture.
She stared at it for a minute.
Just push the camera picture mom.
Ok.... How do I zoom?
Oh goodness that was a process.
Three out of whack pictures later I finally walked over to her, set the picture up and returned to Cali.
Just push the camera, Mom.
Cali was done with the whole process by then.
Also, she's just stubborn and will smile when she feels like it, thank you very much.
A random, blurry shot that Tayler took of Aunt Jessica during our family outing for ice cream at Leatherby's.
I imagine that Jess is clear in the photo and then suddenly it becomes an awesome shot where she's all peaceful amidst the hustle and bustle around her.
So imagine that, m'kay.
Woo nilley. The Man almost gave me a heart attack at work, on my birthday.
Almost.
But he did give the cleaning lady a near death experience with it when she grabbed the chair to reach for the garbage can.
If you happen to hear a rustle under your chair when you drop your coat on it, pay attention. I just can not stress that enough.
I know what I'm going to be for Halloween this year.
The Man left all sorts of funny dress up stuff on my desk (to distract me from finding the air horn?)
He makes life fun.
I sent him this picture of me in a text, "Want a piece of this?"
The only downfall is the filter I used really highlights my forehead wrinkles.
Stop looking at them.
I worked with cute Jessie at Burt Brothers.
Now she's all grown up and married.
But it gave me an excuse to wear my brand new maxi skirt.
I'm so in love with maxi skirts now.
I'm not in charge of Youth Conference for my church this summer.
But I am signed up to go.
I don't know what we're doing per se, but I was told I had to read the Book of Mormon once by April, and again by June.
Add that to my biology and English classes, as well as the fact that I've finally started John Grisham's new book, The Racketeer, and I constantly have my nose in some sort of book, or staring at some sort of webpage, or staring at some sort of flachcard.
Seriously.
I spent a few hours researching Obamacare for an English assignment and then had to sit down and crank out a couple of chapters in this bad boy. My brain was tired.
All while The Man slept blissfully next to me.
He didn't even kick me out of the room for keeping the light on while he slept.
He says I say too many nice things about him on here. That I make it sound like he's all wonderful when he doesn't even do anything.
So... he snores.
There.
That should even things out for a bit.
And lastly, but certainly not leastly
(yes, I just made that word up)
my DFPSTS. What's that you ask? Go read this blog post HERE, where it talks about trying to take a selfie at the age of 30 (or over). There is an art to this, you know. Look at how the teenagers do it. It takes true talent. There must be a Duck Face. And a Peace Sign. And a Toilet. Word.
New hashtag on Instagram: #selfiesat30
You should play along. But read that post first.
Linking up with Life. Rearranged.
Happy weekend.
It's a kidless one for us. I don't think we've had a true kidless weekend for a month or so now. I see clothes shopping, sushi with my sister and her man, and Red Dawn at the dollar theater in our future.
And homework.
Lot's of homework.
How about you?
1 comment:
Isn't a non-germy area of a dr's office that same as a non-peeing area of a pool?
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