Sunday, September 30, 2012

Day 22 : Something you wish you hadn’t done in your life.

The only thing I wish I hadn't done was go to BV. It was SO EXPENSIVE - and I will be paying it off for the next 278197 years. And everything ended so badly at BV with my roommate running off with the boy I loved; my memories of that place are so scarred. I had a great time and I met a few great people, but I wish I had gone to a cheaper place closer to home so I could have lived at home and continued working.

However...had I not gone to BV, my sister wouldn't have gone there either and she wouldn't have met her husband, so I wouldn't have my nieces. And Nick wouldn't have gone there, and he wouldn't have met Hannah and I'd have no Cooper and Channy. And Matt wouldn't have been visiting that weekend and met Lydia, and they wouldn't have gotten married and then divorced, and I wouldn't have been able to say "I told you so" to both of them.

Also, I really like being a Beaver. So there are some good things about BV. But I still wish I had avoided the whole thing.

Saturday, September 29, 2012

Day 21 : (scenario) Your best friend is in a car accident and you two got into a fight an hour before. What do you do?

I would do the same thing I would do if we had not gotten into a fight - go straight to the hospital.

I don't really fight with my friends. Nick and I get super annoyed with each other, but we just take an hour or so off from each other and then we're fine. Missy and I got in a "fight" once, but we just needed a break and then we just kind of found our way back to each other. Katie and I get into little arguments, but then we talk it out. Maybe when you're 32 the fights stop? Because honestly  even the people I used to kinda fight with I don't anymore. I'm just too tired to waste energy fighting with people.

Friday, September 28, 2012

Day 20 : Your views on drugs and alcohol.

I don't care? I guess I don't really have a view on either one of those things.

I am so excited, however, to finally be able to drink again. I used to be quite the drinker, but then about four years ago I had to stop - all of a sudden, I would drink one beer and get violently ill. First I blamed birth control, so I stopped taking that and it didn't help. Then I blamed a sudden allergic reaction to beer, but hard liquor did the same thing. So I basically stopped drinking, and all my friends thought I was lame. Then I found this tumor, and my doctor said that may be behind my loss of drinking abilities. So after the removal surgery, I put my drinking to the test at a friend's wedding reception. Wow. That was it! Now I can drink with the best of them again, and no puking!

Wait. So I guess I love alcohol. Drugs, I'm not too familiar with, except for one night of pot brownies where I got hypnotized by my TV and then slept like a baby for 12 hours.

Thursday, September 27, 2012

Day 19 : What do you think of religion? Or what do you think of politics?

I've had a hit or miss relationship with religion. I truly believe in God, and I pray every night, sometimes at great length. I was baptized and raised Catholic, but one of the worst people I know (my grandmother) is a Catholic, so she taints my thoughts. Then again, one of the best people I know (Jan Achenbach) is a loyal Catholic, so what do I know. 

After I miscarried in 2008, I went to "Catholic class". I was into it for awhile, but some things were rubbing me the wrong way and I quit. 

I had to go through an interview process, where they asked me a lot of personal questions about my family history with the church. I explained that I was baptized and went through First Communion, but when my parents got divorced my family kind of gave up on religion. The lady I talked to was older and very nice, but I felt like she was judging me the entire time. She wanted to know about my personal life, if I was married and if I wanted kids. I decided to just put it all out there (and I may have wanted to shock her a little), so I said that I suffered a miscarriage that almost killed me just a few months prior, so no, kids weren't on my agenda ever. She quit asking me questions. 

I started classes, and it was going okay for awhile. Then I got to class one night and the first thing that happened was the instructor passed a piece of paper around and asked us to write down our name, our contact information, and how much money we thought we would be able to donate to the church weekly or monthly. I could not believe this was happening. I know that my grandma donates a lot of money to the church, but I did not think this was something they would ask brand new members. After that, the priest came in to explain the Baptism, First Communion and Confirmation traditions and rituals. The Baptism is done to wash away sins and the person being baptized is started in the Catholic Church sin-free. This is where I had questions. I raised my hand.

“So, once you are baptized once you can’t be baptized again?” I asked.
“No. You are baptized once and then you confess your sins during Confession,” the priest answered. 
“Wait. What if I’ve sinned, like a lot, and I’ve never confessed? Can I just get baptized again and start over?” I asked, before I really thought about what I was saying.

Silence. The priest was not amused. I decided it was best for me to leave at break and not come back. 

As far as politics go, I am pretty much clueless. In the past, I always just voted for who my brother told me to. After all, he was in the Army, so the President was his boss - I wanted him to have a cool boss. This year, all I know is I am not voting for that Romney idiot, who my grandpa calls "Mutt Romney". 

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Day 18 : Your views on gay marriage.

I think gays should be able to get married. I am proud to be from a state where gay people are able to marry and make the same stupid mistakes as straight people. 

I just don't see why anyone would want to get married, personally. I wonder...if two women get married, do they both start to suck as soon as they turn into wives? If two guys get married, do dishes just never get done?

Honestly, I think everyone should just do whatever makes them happy. This may mean marrying someone of the opposite sex, or someone of the same sex. It may mean never getting married at all, and just dating forever. It may mean living with a bunch of cats. Who cares? To each their own. 

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Day 17 : A book you’ve read that changed your views on something.

I saw yesterday this was the question for today, and I am struggling to think of one.

I can't think of any books I have read as an adult that have changed my views. I read Rebecca Rosen's book on talking to the dead, so I was convinced for a few weeks I had that gift - then realized I do not. Nor do I really want it.

As a kid, I read all the time - Baby-Sitters Club books were my main jam, but I also read Beverly Clearly, the Sweet Valley Twin books and Judy Blume. I learned everything I know about periods, breasts, kissing, and bras from Judy Blume. So I would say her books have had the most effect on me, and made me realize that being a girl was going to be a pain in the ass for years to come.

Monday, September 24, 2012

Day 16 : Someone or something you definitely could live without.

Well this seems like a silly question. There is a lot of things I could live without. I could live without poison, and illness and heartbreak. Life would be pretty great if I could avoid those things.

But on a serious note - I could live without Facebook. I secretly hate it. I like twitter a lot more, but Facebook is better for family stuff and pictures. But I end up hiding 80% of my friends from my timeline, and I have realized I don't like half the people I am friends with. Last night my friend Leslie was talking about someone and she said "she's not like my real friend - she's just my facebook friend". Perfect explanation of the "relationships" people have these days.

So I could totally give up Facebook. But I won't. Unless someone offered me money.

Sunday, September 23, 2012

Busiest weekend ever!

I am so relieved this weekend is over. I normally never want to rush through life, but this weekend has been stressing me out for some time. Friday was graduation, which I was not only helping to plan, but I was one of the student speakers and I had to walk to get my diploma.

It went well - I am pretty anal as an event planner, so of course in my head things went wrong. But to normal people, it went seamlessly and was a nice evening. I gave my speech and sounded fine, according to my family and friends in the audience.

Apparently I sounded fine, but my leg was shaking so bad it was hitting the side of the podium.

Saturday was my sister and Eric's wedding reception, so I was up and in Glenwood pretty early Saturday morning. Who sets an alarm to go to the gun club? Apparently I do.

It was a nice day; my playlist was well received and none of the kids annoyed me. Good day! And Kaylee loves that "Call Me Maybe" song as much as I do, so she didn't mind playing it on repeat and dancing with me all day. Also, Gavin wanted to help me do my hair.

I was in charge of center pieces, which my niece promptly blew out. 
I decided to dress as a Sunday school teacher. There is no Bible in my parent's house (get real) so I pretended a dictionary was my teachings. 
Nick came as my date, so we fueled the Glenwood rumor mill even harder. 

All six of us kids were actually together again (John never comes around cause he's a bit of a douche) so we captured the moment.

Gracie may not be my biological niece, but clearly she takes after Aunt Jen with her ability to keep her eyes open in pictures. 

After everything was over, we had a bonfire at Dad's where we all posed for more pictures. The theme for the night was piggy back rides.

Tonight is my Emmy party with some wonderful ladies. I will be attempting two pinterest recipes. Let's get real, I will probably take pictures and post them later.

Hope all my readers (all one of you) had a great weekend!

Day 15 : Something or someone you couldn’t live without, because you’ve tried living without it.

This blog post could easily get me in trouble. So I will stick to safe subjects.

I can't live without Diet Mountain Dew. I have tried. When I had my neck surgery, I couldn't drink soda at all - I couldn't drink anything, really. I had the perfect reason to stop drinking soda completely when I was going through that. But what did I do as soon as I could swallow? I grabbed a can of Diet Mt Dew, stuck in a straw, and slurped away.

I realized this morning, when I was having my one tiny bottle that I have every day, that I don't even like it. It's such a habit, I think I'm tired if I don't drink it every morning. I drink a ton of water the rest of the day, so why can't I just kick the habit?

Other things I can't live without - DVR, air conditioning, q-tips, hand lotion, expensive shampoo and popcorn chicken from Caseys.

Saturday, September 22, 2012

Day 14 : A hero that has let you down. (letter)

Dear Debbie Gibson,
When I was a kid, I freaking loved you. I had your Out of the Blue album on cassette, and I listened to it in my boombox and my walkman like it was nobody's business. I thought we were friends. I have the best memories of putting on my headphones and tuning out my five siblings to lose myself in your awesome, thought provoking lyrics. (Out of the blue, before my eyes with you, dream come true....)
Then, twenty plus years later, you were on Celebrity Apprentice and you were a snotty, bitchy, typical girl. And you wore a half shirt to your show at Stir Cove that same year. Come on, Debbie...excuse me,'re better than that. Get your shit together.

Love, Jen

Friday, September 21, 2012

Day 13 : A band or artist that has gotten you through some tough ass days. (write a letter.)

Dear Green Day,

When I was in high school, your Dookie album got me through my teen angst years. I have no idea how I even ended up with that album, but I listened to it continuously through all the heart aches, heart breaks and love making ( love making...prude all through high school). I hate to admit it, but I am not a fan of your work - except that one album. I don't know another Green Day song, but I will be at your concert in Omaha coming up soon, so hopefully you sing the entire Dookie album because that's all I know from you.

Love, Jen

I have another one...

Dear Kelly Clarkson,
When you released "Since You Been Gone", it became my anthem. Although I wanted my ex back something fierce, I made your song my ringtone and sang it with all my might whenever I heard it. I wasn't singing the all...but your words made me feel stronger, like I had control over the situation. Which I really did not. At all. Clearly.

Love, Jen

Thursday, September 20, 2012

Day 12 : Something you never get compliments on.

And back to the negative. What a bitch this blog question list is.

Well, I never get compliments on my athletic ability, or my driving ability, or my ability to lift heavy things. I also never receive positive feedback on my ability to stay focused, or go out partying all night, or operate heavy machinery.

I am very bad at any type of bar game (darts, pool, beerpong), but I always insist on playing them, so I never get complimented on that. I am also quite bad at video games, so I hear "you suck" far more often than "you rock".

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Day 11 : Something people seem to compliment you the most on.

Well, for the past year most compliments I have received have been about my weight loss. That has died down as I've come closer to just being a normal looking person as opposed to the beast I was before.

I used to get a lot of compliments on my boobs, but they are less than impressive now with the weight loss. I miss them, but I don't miss my chest actually hurting when I take a bra off, and my back throbbing because of all the front weight. I sometimes get compliments on my hair (they must not be able to see the grays) and my eyes. 

Besides my looks - I get compliments at work all the time, because I am a rockstar at my job. And I get a lot of compliments on my handwriting (my favorite one being "your handwriting should be a font"). 

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Break week

I need to take a break from that depressing-as-hell blog question series.

It's "break" week at work - which means the students are off. However, this is my busiest time and I've been working hard not to blow my brains out this morning. So I decided to take a mini break and blog.

I had a doctor's appointment yesterday for the tumor in the other side of my neck - which may not be a tumor - no one really seems to know. I was supposed to have an ultrasound yesterday, but they messed up scheduling, so I have to go back today. This is causing stress - I just want to know if I'm going to have to have surgery again!

Also, graduation is this Friday, and I am one of the student speakers. I'm okay with public speaking, but I just want to get it over with. Saturday is Nicole's wedding reception, and I want to get that over with, too.

I hate when I'm trying to rush through life. But I can't wait til these events are over so I can breathe and watch the Emmy awards on Sunday.

Last weekend was the kind of weekend I love - just easy going and chill. Friday night I went to dinner with Nick, Coop and Chan. Saturday I cleaned and then went to my cousin's wedding reception. I thought I was having a good hair day, so I insisted on a picture:
And I didn't get a picture with my cousin or his bride, but I did get a quick snapshot with their kid, Avery.
She looks a lot like her dad. And nope, still nothing kickstarting in my uterus. I think Mom's going to just have to accept I like kids, but I like sending them home with their parents more. 

Sunday, September 16, 2012

Day 10 : Someone you need to let go, or wish you didn’t know.

Wow! Someone I wish I didn't know! That is harsh!!

There are some people I wish I didn't know. That bitch of a boss I used to have. My neighbor who used to sing Asian karaoke at 2am.

There is no one I need to let go of. If you disagree with me, suck it. This is my blog, not yours.

I think every single person who is in my life serves a purpose. I get annoyed with people, yes, but who doesn't?

Saturday, September 15, 2012

Day 09 : Someone you didn’t want to let go, but just drifted.

When I was a kid, my two best friends in the world were my cousin, Kelly, and my friend, Maria. Our parents were friends too, so the three of us were always together, whether it be because we initiated it or our parents did. We had thousands of sleepovers, and the three of us were a great match. We all loved ghost stories and haunted things, being hilarious and having fun. Kelly and Maria were really into horses, me and Maria were really into boys, and me and Kelly were really into reading. We all fit together. There was never the typical fights when a group of three girls are friends - we all just really loved being together and there was no drama. 

When we got to high school, we all went our separate ways. I started hanging out with new friends, Maria got a really serious boyfriend, and Kelly started hanging out with new girls. We all were still friends, but we weren't as close. I hung out with both of them at separate times, but our threesomes were over. 

After high school, Kelly moved to Colorado. I've only seen her like four times since then. Maria went to college and then got married. She has three kids now. Three years ago, we all went to our ten year high school reunion. Kelly was off being kinda crazy (she's a party girl now) but Maria and I talked for a long time, and even met up a few times after that with our other friend, Lori. But then Lori had a baby, and we stopped meeting. 

I love them both dearly and I know they are a phone call away if I need them. We all just grew up, went in different directions, and that's that. 

Friday, September 14, 2012

Day 08 : Someone who made your life hell, or treated you like shit.

I'm not sure I like this blog series. It's very negative, and I don't have that many negative things in my life. There isn't anyone I can think of that has treated me like shit, or made my life hell. Yes, things have happened, but everyone has apologized or made up for them. So I have no one, again, to write about.

Wait, yes I do.

When I was 7 or 8, my grandma gave me an old pair of her roller skates. I loved them. I wheeled around town in them, and I especially loved going to the "big park" and rolling around the gazebo in them.

One afternoon, one of the neighborhood girls came over and asked if she could borrow my roller skates to roll around in the gazebo. I was hesitant, but she said I could even go to the park with her and watch her so I knew she would give them back. So I said yes, and told her I would come to the park later.

A little while later, I went to the park, and she was there with some of our other friends. Everyone ignored me, but I was just as clueless then as I am now, so I just sat there and watched my friends skate around. When they were done, they all took their skates off and headed for home. I chased after them.

"Aggie, Aggie, can I have my skates back?" I yelled.
She stopped, turned around and looked at me. "What are you talking about?" she asked, snottily. "These are my skates."
My heart stopped. She kept going with my skates. That bitch.

About a week later, I manipulated my friends and got my skates back. But seriously? Bitch took my skates!!

We made up at some point. She is much nicer, now.

Thursday, September 13, 2012

Another Thursday!

Alright fools, here's my weekly update on my life:

Last week's
Food - I was going to try to skip Gavin's birthday cake. Well, he had brownies (this kid is so weird...he didn't want cake). So technically there was no cake to skip. So I had a brownie. And ice cream. And then five Coors Lights at the bar. So Saturday was a trainwreck. Again.
Fitness - I have done really well with this. I was going to add "home exercises" to my workout, but instead I've just been doing them at the gym. I feel really good about my workouts lately.
Misc - I forgot about taking my clothes to the Goodwill until about 9:30p last night. So I packed them up then and put them in my car. Now I just need to drop them off, which I will do today. If I can remember. But at least they are in my car and out of my house!

For this week...
Food - I have been drinking a lot lately - and this Saturday is my cousin's wedding reception. I am going to hold myself to two beers.
Fitness - I have my trainer tomorrow, so that's good. And I won't be able to move Saturday or Sunday. My weekends are where I suffer, so I am going to work hard to fix that this weekend. If I don't go to the gym, I am at least going to walk/run outside each day.
Misc - Well, for one, I need to drop my clothes off at the goodwill. I also have a million centerpieces to make for my sister's wedding reception. I will get these done on Sunday. Maybe with some wine. Wait. No wine.

I am starting a pretty aggressive weight loss plan for the rest of the year. There are 15 Thursdays left this year, and I am hoping to be down a pound at each of them. We'll see...

Day 07 : Someone who has made your life worth living for.

I can't think of one person who has made my life worth living. I don't have kids. I imagine kids are the only answer to this question.

I've had a lot of people that I care a lot about...that I've loved...that I don't want to ever live without...but there is not one single person who makes my life worth living. I think that is a lot of pressure to put on one single person. It sounds like something a stage five clinger would say.

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Day 06 : Something you hope you never have to do

There are a lot of things I hope I never have to do. I hope I never have to identify a body. I hope I never have to deliver a baby. I hope I never have to sit through a Dave Matthews Band concert.

On a serious note, I hope I never have to pull the plug on anyone who is on their death bed. Hopefully everyone who knows me will know better than to leave me with that kind of responsibility.

I hope I never miscarry again. I hope I never have to have surgery on my neck again. Or on any body part, actually.

I hope I never have to hear that my sister lost another baby. I hope I never have to hear that my brother is going back into the Army (unless it's a safe desk job of some sort). I hope I never have to hear that my mom's cancer is back, or that my dad wasn't wearing a helmet at the right time.

This post is depressing the crap out of me.

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Day 05 : Something you hope to do in your life.

My bucket list is pretty short...I tend to just live every day as it comes. I have a few things I would like to do, though...
  • See Eminem in concert.
  • See Garth Brooks in concert.
  • Own a home (which is already decorated thanks to
  • Go to DisneyWorld with my nieces and nephews.
  • Be able to run more than two miles at a time.
  • Have sex in the bathroom at a professional sporting event.

Monday, September 10, 2012

Day 04 : Something you have to forgive someone for.

I am a really good forgiver. When someone hurts me or does something mean, basically they just have to say they are sorry and be nice to me for like five minutes, and then I'm good.

My grandma (dad's mom) is a huge rag. She is a liar, and a manipulator, and a game player. Yes, my grandma. It's horrible to have a grandma who is a mean girl. But she's terrible. She has done so many horrible things to my family, I don't want to ever forgive her. So she does not warrant a blog entry.

My mom has done some things that I should probably let go of, too. But she pretends she didn't do them. When she tells me she's been the best mom in the world and I'm lucky, and I say "well...remember that time..." and she magically can't remember anything. So I'm not ready to forgive her yet, either.

Besides those two, I don't have anyone else I am currently holding a grudge against. So I guess...

  • I need to forgive Hobby Lobby for being closed on Sundays. I get it...employees need days off. But still. I need art supplies on Sundays, too.
  • I need to forgive MTV for not playing music videos anymore.
  • I need to forgive 96.1 The Brew for changing to a crappy copy of 94.1.
  • I need to forgive HBO for not running new True Blood episodes all year round.
  • I need to forgive Nickleback for not moving their last Omaha show to work around my surgery schedule.
  • I need to forgive Huskers for sucking it up horribly on the field on Saturday.


Me - Gracie, do you need to go potty?
Gracie - No, I pooped my pants earlier. And it got on my leg. And my knee. And my toe.

Saturday, September 8, 2012

Day 03 : Something you have to forgive yourself for.

When I was 11 or 12, I decided I was done with my dad's. I was done with the rules, all the kids, and being expected to act a certain way all the time. My mom worked til 10:30p every night, so at her house I could do what I wanted all the time. Mom had no rules, no dinner expectations, no bedtimes. I could have people over whenever I wanted. She paid no attention.

So I waited until a weekend when we were scheduled to be at mom's, which always started on Saturday morning. I conveniently scheduled a slumber party on the Friday before, so I could go straight to Mom's in the morning. Then, on Monday, I simply went to Mom's rather than going to Dad's like we were supposed to.

Phone calls, visits, therapy dad tried everything to get me to come back to his house. But I refused. I was done with the rules. They constantly tried to invite me over, and I constantly refused. About a year and a half later, my step-mom invited me to go to a parade with her and my five siblings. For some reason, I agreed. And then I started going to see my dad again.

I was a brat. I know that now. And I know I hurt my dad, my step-mom and my siblings. But I was a bratty kid, and a (very) stubborn one at that. I know I can't fix the damage I caused during those years, but hopefully my relationship with my parents since then has eased the pain. I cringe at the thought of hurting my dad now, but I need to forgive myself because I was 12. What the hell did I know?

Friday, September 7, 2012

Day 02 : Something you love about yourself.

Now this is more up my alley. I am my own biggest fan. I think I am AWESOME! I could list 1,000 things I love about myself. But I will only say the top thing.

I love that I have finally reached a point where I can say I love my life. I am grateful for every single thing I have. I am in a perfect spot with my family - my mother drives me banana sandwich most of the time, but I think everyone has a family member that does that. I have the best friends of my life, and there is little to no drama. I may not have the perfect job, but I am grateful to have one at all. I love living in Omaha, close enough to those I want to see and who I want to see me. Now that I've lost weight, I'm happy with my health and my looks. I have a car that runs and enough money to pay my bills. I am healthy (finally), happy and free! Who could ask for more?

And although I have my crazy train days (what girl doesn't?), I am happy that they are now not the norm. I am only truly crazy one day of the month (which happens to be watch out!), and all other days I am pretty damn happy with what I have.

Goals for this week

Sorry I missed my usual Thursday post. I took yesterday off, so I didn't have a computer all day (I lent Nick my laptop). I completed last week's goals...

Food - only go out of control on Saturday...done.
Fitness - only skip Saturday...done
Misc - fix the mess behind my tv...done. There were two cords not connected to anything back there!

For this week -
Food - Today is food day at work, and tomorrow is Gav's birthday party...can I skip cake? I'm gonna try that. I will overeat today for sure, so I'll skip the sweets tomorrow.
Fitness - add some "home exercises" at night - push ups, planks, hand weights - I mean really, do I need to just sit when I am watching TV?
Misc - take my clothes to the goodwill - they have been piling up in my bedroom for weeks!

Have a good weekend, everyone!

Thursday, September 6, 2012

Day 01 : Something you hate about yourself.

Jeez, this thing just kicks right off with a positive, huh?

I am sitting here trying to think of what I hate about myself. How conceited is it to say I don't hate anything? I am completely content with myself as far as looks go - call me crazy, but I don't see a point in wishing I was something I'm just not. 

I think I am smart enough, although I am slightly scatterbrained. I am also extremely random and kind of quirky. I don't mind. Although sometimes I question how my mind goes from Point A to Point B, I accept my craziness and often embrace it.

If there is one thing I wish I had a better grasp on, it's my inability to give up on people. I always give everyone the benefit of the doubt - this time they will do better, this time I won't get hurt. Don't get me wrong, I'm not this way with everyone - I have a very small selection of people that I will never let go of; I will never give up on. Like my cousin, Jamie, for example. This girl is a trainwreck at her best. But I love her, and I know she can be better and do better. So I will continue to help her in any way I can. I just love her, and I want to see her succeed. 

Sometimes this problem is an okay one to have, but other times I wind up seriously hurt. Of course, I haven't really been hurt in just over four years (knock on wood), so maybe I am getting better about this quality. 

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

No more homework...

Since I am done with my masters degree (pending grades on a few assignments), I am looking for ways to fill my time.

This is not hard to do. My weekends in September are pretty well booked. I also want to read more, and probably blog more. I was googling some blog ideas, and came across this one:

Thirty Days of Truths
Day 01 : Something you hate about yourself.
Day 02 : Something you love about yourself.
Day 03 : Something you have to forgive yourself for.
Day 04 : Something you have to forgive someone for.
Day 05 : Something you hope to do in your life.
Day 06 : Something you hope you never have to do.
Day 07 : Someone who has made your life worth living for.
Day 08 : Someone who made your life hell, or treated you like shit.
Day 09 : Someone you didn’t want to let go, but just drifted.
Day 10 : Someone you need to let go, or wish you didn’t know.
Day 11 : Something people seem to compliment you the most on.
Day 12 : Something you never get compliments on.
Day 13 : A band or artist that has gotten you through some tough ass days. (write a letter.)
Day 14 : A hero that has let you down. (letter)
Day 15 : Something or someone you couldn’t live without, because you’ve tried living without it.
Day 16 : Someone or something you definitely could live without.
Day 17 : A book you’ve read that changed your views on something.
Day 18 : Your views on gay marriage.
Day 19 : What do you think of religion? Or what do you think of politics?
Day 20 : Your views on drugs and alcohol.
Day 21 : (scenario) Your best friend is in a car accident and you two got into a fight an hour before. What do you do?
Day 22 : Something you wish you hadn’t done in your life.
Day 23 : Something you wish you had done in your life.
Day 24 : Make a playlist to someone, and explain why you chose all the songs. (Just post the titles and artists and letter)
Day 25 : The reason you believe you’re still alive today.
Day 26 : Have you ever thought about giving up on life? If so, when and why?
Day 27 : What’s the best thing going for you right now?
Day 28 : What if you were pregnant or got someone pregnant, what would you do?
Day 29 : Something you hope to change about yourself. And why.
Day 30 : A letter to yourself, tell yourself EVERYTHING you love about yourself

It will take me longer than 30 days to get through this. Hell, even making it through the 30 days is a stretch. I get distracted easily. But I'll give it a whirl!

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Peace out, summer 2012

Labor Day kinda signifies the end of summer, right? That's fine - I am so ready for hoodies and sweats. And football and the holidays. Of course, if you are my sister, you just force fall and wear a hoodie when it's 85 degrees out.

I made fun of her all day. I was sweating in my tshirt, I don't know how she rocked that hoodie all day.

My weekend was ridiculous awesome. I barely slept it was so awesome. I just wanted to be awake at all times to soak in as much awesome as I could. Now I have no voice, which is, again, awesome. It'll come back at some point.

Saturday was the first Husker tailgate and game of the season - Hannah's dad, Larry, hosts an amazing tailgate.
I was very happy about that hotdog. Also, I was wearing a skirt. I was that girl, who wears a skirt to a football game. It looked cute, but I flashed about 34878 people throughout the day. It was also oddly easy to keep track of Missy all day, although I often failed to find Waldo in those damn books.

We've been trying to get the three best friends together in a tailgatey environment to compare pictures from last year to this year. We finally succeeded, and this is what I came up with:

I can't believe I used to haul all that extra baggage around with me. Those boobs. Wow.

I got kinda obsessed with these comparison pictures, so I did one for Nick as well:

Skinny face! 

My weekend ended with a BBQ at my dad's house with most of my siblings. My newest brother in law killed some sort of animal so we had ribs. Also, I hung out in my old pickup for old times sake. 

I love that damn truck. It's so beat up - I did a number on it, and those who know my dad can only imagine what he has done to it. Yes, that is duct tape over the back window. (That was Dad, not me.) 

On to fall!