tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55299596625779454052024-02-21T09:33:55.130-08:00Snip[its] & Snap{Shots}A photographic guide of MotherhoodGirlWithANikonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16846821045141535446noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529959662577945405.post-16577581760477184122013-01-01T15:20:00.002-08:002013-01-01T15:20:18.043-08:00NewYears Rez / 365 / Revamp PromiseToday is the first day in 2013. Its a day to start fresh and set new goals. Like everyday, its a day to better yourself in ways that better those around you. Today is a honor, a gift.<br />
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Every single year I New Year Resolution the dog poo out of the first day so I can get to work. I create intricate plans I will execute and finalize, leading me to victory over all the promises of broken bad habits my pretty little heart craves. Truth be told my heart craves no yearly assault against delicious baked goods, sweetened drinks, my lounge time, and projects I only started to impress someone -- usually myself in a moment of doubt, and all the other things I store in my garage until we have to pack it to move, like today. Way to ring in the new year right?<br />
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Not weakened by the defeat of last year's war with resolutions, I promise yet again, this year will be different.<br />
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So here is my absurdly long list of betterment for this coming year.<br />
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<span style="color: #e69138;"><b>1. A/B grades in school.</b></span> <br />
2. A Good Savings<br />
3. Decorate my house for once -- if you know me you understand haha<br />
4. Write more -- about anything its a rusted talent I today realized I missed.<br />
<span style="color: #e06666;"><i>5. Actually complete a Project 365</i></span> <br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><span style="color: #bf9000;"><b>6. Sell a photo</b></span></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #bf9000;"><b>7. Conquer Scream free parenting for real</b></span></span></span><br />
<i><span style="color: #8e7cc3;">8. Improve Sewing / kitting / crochet / photography / all other back burner hobbies</span></i><br />
9. Never have more than 1 load of laundry at a time<br />
<span style="color: #351c75;"><i><b>10. Wash every dish immediately after use to avoid the agony of a full sink</b></i></span><br />
11. Enjoy Hawaii, it will be my new home for the next three years <br />
12. Learn to swim / go under water without holding my nose<br />
<span style="color: #bf9000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i><b>13. Stop living in people's shadows</b></i></span></span></span><br />
14. Enjoy my friends and family more<br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="color: #bf9000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>15. Worry less, Complain less, Thank more</b></span></span></span><br />
16. Calm the hell down<br />
17. Make my kids clean their own rooms<br />
<span style="color: #bf9000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">18. Laugh my heart out</span></b></span></span><br />
19. Eat right / learn to cook. <br />
20. Kick the Hawaii pcs's butt<br />
21. Learn a second language<br />
<span style="color: #a64d79;"><b>22. Climb a volcano or mountain</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #6aa84f;"><i><b>23. Update this blog everyday unless case of emergency</b></i></span></span><br />
24. Learn Makeup & Style<br />
25. Get a pair of shoes I feel sexy in<br />
26. Experience living life<br />
27. Learn to park (maybe back up too?)<br />
28. Make a bunch of new friends<br />
29. Build something with my bare hands<br />
30. Repurpose the two kids dressers<br />
<b><span style="color: #3d85c6;">31. Love myself for who I am as well as enjoy myself for what I am worth</span> </b><br />
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Ok, that's all I can think of ... for now. The intense feeling you get when looking at a to do list that long is probably why I always lose this war. However, I walk away from each year with memories, love, smiles, and health and so hey, whose keeping score?? So I have picked my 5 major must have victories. They are highlighted in Gold. <br />
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My next post will be later today, my first day of Project 365. Since I have already given up day light and have no indoor lighting, don't expect anything more than a snap shot.<br />
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<span style="color: magenta;"><b>Anyone wanna pack my garage?</b></span><br />
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<br />GirlWithANikonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16846821045141535446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529959662577945405.post-73467410883335106912012-09-19T22:03:00.000-07:002012-09-19T22:03:19.511-07:00And I am back. One day I am going to revamp this blog, then continue to remember to come back and post. Part of the problem is each time I come back it has changed its look and feel. I hate change. And so I just leave. Haha.<br />
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Anyway, I have much to be grateful for lately in life and I would like to share it with anyone or thing listening. From my family reuniting, births in the family, moving to Hawaii soon, all the way down to my health I have praise to sing.<br />
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Today is a short post, but I will soon be tracking my journey to Hawaii and hope to have a bucket list via this blog as well as progressing with my photography through business and networking on here and other places.<br />
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But for today, something small. Some small gratitude to send myself off to peaceful sleep. Today, of all things, I am grateful for a messy kitchen. Dinner time is a time of "helpers", "oops", "that was an accident mom, I didn't know Adelyn couldn't fit the entire carton of milk in her cup", "is this ho...OUCH! why is this stove hot momma?" to "Babe, is dinner done? Done now? Is dinner almost done? So almost... does that mean dinner is done now? "<br />
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Think possessed dishes flying across the counters, flash floods in the sink while filling pots for boiling potatoes,'what was that?... omg...', and 'I don't like that, I don't like that, I don't like that either. Can we have fruit snacks fro dinner?' 'Sorry your peppers just fell in the trash'.' MOM THE DOG STOLE THE CHICKEN!', 'D! That does not belong in the oven, EVER!'<br />
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All in all its amazing I am blessed with the clean up while the rest of the house readies for bed. Well, amazing that I get to clean up while I get the rest of the house ready for bed. I often find myself sick with worry, gah we are running out of food and pay day is not in sight! But be it so we never starve. We may scrap, but thankfully our bellies know no hunger pains. My children know no sleep where your growling stomach wakes you. I will gladly clean the mess in return for my family's fullness. I am grateful we have been given the opportunity to thrive and have easy access to basic necessity like clean food and water. So many do not.<br />
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And just so you know, we had an amazing! spinach and cream meat loaf with delicious garlic butter potatoes and some broccoli and dinner salads! How lucky we are!<br />
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I hope to be back tomorrow night. I hope to come back every night to praise the things I am taking for granted all day. <br />
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<br />GirlWithANikonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16846821045141535446noreply@blogger.com0tx31.9685988 -99.901813125.0834463 -110.0092351 38.8537513 -89.7943911tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529959662577945405.post-9460769897945687202012-04-05T21:28:00.001-07:002012-04-05T21:31:45.955-07:00Daily GratitudeWhat a list today! Not only did I get new running shoes, but I ordered Spyder4pro as an anniversary gift from my husband! I ended up having 60$ in gift cards from various things so with 2 day shipping, it was still under its original cost. I have high hopes for this thing, it better pull through!<br />
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Anyway, I had a lot to be grateful for today. Today marked 4 years of my little boy Damion. I am so lucky to have him in my life, as beautiful, charming, funny, strong, and courageous as he is. I feel like he was learning to walk just yesterday! Last Sunday he bright on year four with a batman party. It felt right, he is a super hero, after all. <br />
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<strong>Pamela Topping Photography is giving away a camera key chain, a camera necklace, and my fav an 'I shoot people' bracelet! Spread the word about her! </strong><br />
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</strong>GirlWithANikonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16846821045141535446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529959662577945405.post-91142821970015477882012-02-12T21:51:00.000-08:002012-02-12T21:51:46.924-08:00Beautifying the basementToday I am grateful for the gifts my mother gave me to spruce up the basement! I now have a computer desk and a few things on the wall.<br />
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Today was the last day of the Christa Meola worshop and I am not terribly disappointed. Maybe shes just not my scene but I did not find her to be very knowledgeable or professional and even slightly annoying. Her cussing branded her work for me, at least shes honest shes 'all about brand.' I am however SUPER excited about the next workshop which is my all time favorite, BABY PHOTOGRAPHY! The workshop addresses maturity to toddler and touches on some business. This is exactly the type of workshop I am needing. I think, fingers crossed.<br />
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I didn't take any actual pictures today, but I took a snap shot of the computer desk. I figure at least it got the camera in my hand and will hopefully help build of habit of having it there. Hopefully I get some fun valentines photos in the next 2 days.<br />
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And here is a reedit, me trying to figure out how to use photoshop in photography. I feel like I will never get it right! But here's to day one of trying. <br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Boudoir is not my major intrust but it was one of many different style workshops I signed up for in the next couple months. I figure there will be things to learn in each one such as lighting and posing that can carry into all genres of photography and be useful in my progression. Plus I do have a love of all types imagery. Its fun and a learning experience even if it is not my career focus.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I was really intimidated when I sat down for the workshop being as I feel very far behind where I feel I should be in my photography. People I started with have surpassed me long ago. I need to be more dedicated, that's no secret. But I actually walked away from day one a with a little confidence. I got to see some professional shots and business owners unveiled their on the spot compositions. All in all, they were wonderful photos but pre editing I was not wildly impressed. I don't feel as far away from them as I once did. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I do feel strongly though that my editing is harming my images rather than enhancing them. I think I need to commit to a large amount of work in photoshop. I need to google tutorials, but I don't even know for what. I am unsure where to start and feel somewhat overwhelmed. If I am going to progress as a photographer I have got to get post processing down. I've looked into this before but haven't really found much useful free information on post processing. I am lucky tomorrow Christa Meola will be dabbling in lightroom, not a well liked friend of mine, but I have it and so I am determined to walk away with some knowledge on the program from tomorrow's workshop session! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I took a major leap today and began to develop a plan to achieve photographs I truly love and can be proud of. Today's workshop instructed me to write a mission statement for the course. I felt it more fit, since I am not yet high enough on any latter to claim a brand, to generalize it and apply it to my goals as budding photographer. I wrote down a few things I really hope to succeed in incorporating into my art. By the end of this workshop I will will write my mission statement for becoming a photographer. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Forgot my camera when we went to the park today, so no photo today unfortunately. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Also, I saw some SOOC shots from a photographer today. I am beginning to think maybe its not my photography that is bad (though it is clear I need certain pieces of equipment) but that I have terrible photoshop skills. I really thought it was the other way around. But I think thats a much better way to have it. All in all it was a good boost of confidence. I needed it. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Online photography workshop from noon to 7pm tomorrow. I sign up for these often and they usually last 3 days. Between the kids, chores/errands, and just randomness I ever actual watch and learn from one. If you miss it, its $100.00 to buy the video to watch it. I hope with my unspoken goal in mind, I sit down with some pen and paper, by the grace of god minimal interruption from the kids, and commit to the 3 day workshop and walk away with at least one good eye opener. I hope to improve my composure. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS87pMXH2-UtfMp7v-u6z-Mi1Ta-ni2YqTWgNOzjeevOBplRa_hclp2fKTLjen3mncXvJat29ZrPmYPbhYOFVMt22n_E_Yi62-nnyI6Vh7EJpURhaNdQJ2HxALWQqHFtB00D2u0ABQuqc/s1600/love+her+web.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS87pMXH2-UtfMp7v-u6z-Mi1Ta-ni2YqTWgNOzjeevOBplRa_hclp2fKTLjen3mncXvJat29ZrPmYPbhYOFVMt22n_E_Yi62-nnyI6Vh7EJpURhaNdQJ2HxALWQqHFtB00D2u0ABQuqc/s320/love+her+web.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">So no new photo of the day, but I love this photo. Its my current favorite and gives me a good smile. What better end to the day than a smile. My beautiful little girl. </div>GirlWithANikonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16846821045141535446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529959662577945405.post-31901372101503005622012-02-08T20:36:00.000-08:002012-02-08T20:36:29.874-08:00Gratitude Journal Challange.<div style="background-color: white; color: black; text-align: center;">I've decided to take on the Positive journal challenge. Every day for 5 minutes or more I will write about something I am grateful for from that day. I also hope to beef up my photography skills by posting a photo relating to each entry, the original purpose for this Ghost Blog. My goal is in 1 years time to place outstanding weight on each day's thoughts with positivity rather than pay attention to my dramatically half empty cup. I am willing to bet some of my posts will have photos not take by me. That's simply because I them uplifting and inspirational and if that isn't positive then I don't know what is. </div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnxWTKTOC7jww-xFH0DRVkQrfBcIIsD0_kJ60Ro3HdL_wl68NJ8dVDIGsyhganDIzos6WFZO6AEUL8XKe3i5Qho8xtzX4KFGUVVdablizu4CyRaUghiyJ2c6awHblAl2NO4BoTz54GhjY/s1600/webb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="204" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnxWTKTOC7jww-xFH0DRVkQrfBcIIsD0_kJ60Ro3HdL_wl68NJ8dVDIGsyhganDIzos6WFZO6AEUL8XKe3i5Qho8xtzX4KFGUVVdablizu4CyRaUghiyJ2c6awHblAl2NO4BoTz54GhjY/s320/webb.jpg" width="320" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Today I am grateful for the chaos I call my children. If I have anything to be proud of, its them. Their laughter and smiles melt my heart. I wish I could freeze time and they could stay little and my best friends for ever. I could handle finger paints off the entire house everyday for the rest of my life, its a small price to pay. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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Day 16<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">A visual of my hobby.</div><img alt="DSC_1894 by a.aleman56" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5066/5686350564_3b29caa228.jpg" /><br />
<span style="margin: 0pt;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/30550809@N02/5686350564/">Nature Photography</a></span><br />
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<span style="margin: 0pt;">Runners up </span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Children & Their Popsicles</div><img alt="DSC_2034 by a.aleman56" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5281/5685784413_9033f7c522.jpg" /><br />
<span style="margin: 0pt;">Equal { = } Summer <3 Love </span><br />
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</span></div>GirlWithANikonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16846821045141535446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529959662577945405.post-71076517240951640812011-05-01T14:29:00.000-07:002011-05-02T08:36:26.635-07:00Project 365 IdeasA basket of apples<br />
Caves<br />
mission trails<br />
alcohol<br />
trains<br />
flag<br />
tape over mouth --protest<br />
Cars<br />
hand holding<br />
sewing <br />
Children with sparklers<br />
push ups<br />
ball game<br />
books<br />
farm animals<br />
streets<br />
industrial park<br />
A self-portrait<br />
cup cakes<br />
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http://www.digital-photography-school.com/53-weekly-themes-for-your-2011-project-365<br />
http://www.beyondmegapixels.com/<br />
http://photochallenge2.wordpress.com/2010-challenge-themes/<br />
http://365project.org/GirlWithANikonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16846821045141535446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529959662577945405.post-15948410438074847242011-03-03T11:22:00.001-08:002011-03-03T11:22:43.969-08:0021 Ways To Stop a Fight.<b>twenty-one phrases that help turn down the heat of anger:</b><br />
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Please try to understand my point of view.<br />
Wait, can I take that back?<br />
You don’t have to solve this—it helps me just to talk to you.<br />
This is important to me. Please listen.<br />
I overreacted, I’m sorry.<br />
I see you’re in a tough position.<br />
I can see my part in this.<br />
I hadn’t thought of it that way before.<br />
I could be wrong.<br />
Let’s agree to disagree on that.<br />
This isn’t just your problem, it’s our problem.<br />
I’m feeling unappreciated.<br />
We’re getting off the subject.<br />
You’ve convinced me.<br />
Please keep talking to me.<br />
I realize it's not your fault.<br />
That came out all wrong.<br />
I see how I contributed to the problem.<br />
What are we really fighting about?<br />
How can I make things better?<br />
I’m sorry.<br />
I love you.GirlWithANikonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16846821045141535446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529959662577945405.post-11585595082041166772011-02-08T14:16:00.000-08:002011-02-08T14:16:44.366-08:00Missed Yesterday& thats exactly why I am a terrible, terrible blogger. That and I'm boring.<br />
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Day wasn't so bad, except now with my memory I can't remember the entire thing.<br />
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I did a lot of childrens puzzles, Damion threw a lot of puzzle pieces out of frustration, and Adelyn ate a lot of puzzle pieces out of... well, out of fatness.<br />
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Damion rode his bike around town for the first time ever! He looked fantastically cute in his helmet. Too bad it didn't last long and ended with mommy carrying a big wheel, pushing Addy's stroller, and trying to quiet Damions fits of rage due to the fact he is unable to peddle up hill. I hope his temper and distaste for failure take him somewhere in life; not down. He is a very passionate child, and anything lacking perfection taunts him. He reminds me a lot of myself.<br />
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I didn't do laundry. And I am not doing it again right now.<br />
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Me and the girl scouts are about to be at war. Why in God's name would they be holding posters on the corner of my town if they have NO thin mints??? <br />
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And the knocker for the day- Tried to give the kids a bath, the water restrictions are now lifted. Addy took a dumb the size of her head in the water. She didn't mind, she continued to play, Damion was in shock and kept looking at me wide eyed while I rushed to get him out. Then he whispered in disbelief, "Why would fatty poops on Damion...."<br />
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And we had pasta for dinner! <br />
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</div><div style="background-color: white; color: cyan;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'century Gothic',trebuchet; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><span style="color: black;">I hope I never have to say good bye to one of my children</span> </span></div>GirlWithANikonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16846821045141535446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529959662577945405.post-4874253131306236892011-02-06T22:29:00.000-08:002011-02-06T22:31:49.537-08:00Another boring dayNothing too exciting today. I went and priced some camera lenses I'd really like and can't afford. I want the Nikon 70-300 AF-S VR. Its about 500 new with a 5yr warranty. Then I have the option of that same lens for 400 refurbished with a 90 day warranty. Decisions, decisions...<br />
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Also went and got a Shark Vac then Steam. For 150 damn bucks I think it should work a little better. Damion happens to love the fact that it sounds like NASA is preforming its most recent launch in your kitchen and tried to dance with it. It says it cleans and sanitizes with only water. Tried that, it lied. It clearly stated to avoid detergents and cleaning solutions the the machine and suggested if I have hard water that I let it sit over night. I am clearly not the sensitive type and the fact that water may cause damage to this thing kinda ticks me off.<br />
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Won't last long in this house thats for sure. Starting with the fact that when water didn't work I tried the next best thing, water and vinegar. It steamed, a lot more than it should have, when I did that. So basically it hardly cleans my floors, but it makes a good vaporizer.<br />
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And on a better note tomorrow will be my first day driving, and alone, here in Hell Paso. I am going to look for some homes for a PFC's family who are due here soon. I'm extremely nervous about the fact that my GPS often tells me to drive into walls, rivers, and playgrounds full of small children. Pretty much I can't find my mail boxes yet and I am heading out. Which if I was a normal person, big deal, but me? Well, if you know me I will probably be calling you to raise bail money for charges of reckless driving and endangering the welfare of the general public in the middle of the mall bc I was completely, utterly, and retarded-ly lost and well, my GPS told me too. <br />
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Lastly, Thank Christ for toy rooms.I am closing the door on this one tonight.<br />
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Day 02 → Something you love about yourself.<br />
Day 03 → Something you have to forgive yourself for.<br />
Day 04 → Something you have to forgive someone for.<br />
Day 05 → Something you hope to do in your life.<br />
Day 06 → Something you hope you never have to do.<br />
Day 07 → Someone who has made your life worth living for.<br />
Day 08 → Someone who made your life hell, or treated you like shit.<br />
Day 09 → Someone you didn’t want to let go, but just drifted.<br />
Day 10 → Someone you need to let go, or wish you didn’t know.<br />
Day 11 → Something people seem to compliment you the most on.<br />
Day 12 → Something you never get compliments on.<br />
Day 13 → A band or artist that has gotten you through some tough ass days. (write a letter.)<br />
Day 14 → A hero that has let you down. (letter)<br />
Day 15 → Something or someone you couldn’t live without, because you’ve tried living without it.<br />
Day 16 → Someone or something you definitely could live without.<br />
Day 17 → A book you’ve read that changed your views on something.<br />
Day 18 → Your views on gay marriage.<br />
Day 19 → What do you think of religion? Or what do you think of politics?<br />
Day 20 → Your views on drugs and alcohol.<br />
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?<br />
Day 22 → Something you wish you hadn’t done in your life.<br />
Day 23 → Something you wish you had done in your life.<br />
Day 24 → Make a playlist to someone, and explain why you chose all the songs. (Just post the titles and artists and letter)<br />
Day 25 → The reason you believe you’re still alive today.<br />
Day 26 → Have you ever thought about giving up on life? If so, when and why?<br />
Day 27 → What’s the best thing going for you right now?<br />
Day 28 → What if you were pregnant or got someone pregnant, what would you do?<br />
Day 29 → Something you hope to change about yourself. And why.<br />
Day 30 → A letter to yourself, tell yourself EVERYTHING you love about yourself</span>GirlWithANikonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16846821045141535446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529959662577945405.post-32052200332143601722010-08-05T22:59:00.000-07:002010-08-05T23:16:43.715-07:00Project 365 Catch up +someI never get to post everyday, kids keep me busy and husband isn't back to work yet so we have had a lot of family time.<br />
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<i>I just wanted to document, for future blackmail, that we took Damion to the park this week. We are diligently working on potty training. We get to the park, first trip all week past the front yard with NO pamper. I said "Never pee your pants, ok?" (bc thats how he speaks) I received the normal sure whatever head shake and off he went. I went to take some photos of graffiti at the park while he played and suddenly everyone is laughing. Why? Bc Damion had dropped his drawers and was peeing free as a bird in the center of the playground. "Never pee your pants, ma!" Thats right son, never pee your pants... </i><br />
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<b>Day 4</b><br />
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<b>Day 5</b><br />
Walked around town.<br />
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<b>Day 6</b><br />
<b>This is the 365 bc of the quality, but I also like this one below. </b><br />
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<b>Day 7</b><br />
<b>I'm happy with this one. </b><br />
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