I have been to a lot of places, but this one has been on my mind a lot. Yellowstone.
I like going to Yellowstone because it's calming. Now, I'm not a nature girl. I hate hiking and being outdoors and flies, but I like being in a car or cabin enjoying nature with a safe distance or barrier from the elements. This is why I like Yellowstone. I can see things people only see on National Geographic Channel or Animal Planet. For instance, one year we saw a grizzly bear, black bear, coyotes, wolves, and other scavengers fight over the feast of a dead buffalo. Granted it was a distance away, but I did see it. The grizzly got on his hind legs and swiped the black bear who fought as equally hard. Like something out of Sarah Palin's Alaska, but we could call this Alisa's (and also thousands of other visitors) Vacation to Yellowstone.
If you stay in Yellowstone, the accommodations are very simple. Cabins and rooms have a bed, some furniture, some actually have a private bathroom and that's it. Now TV, no internet. I love it. It's quiet at night, like for reals quiet. Not with a car in the distance or a neighbor's dog barking. QUIET. Dark, as well. So dark, that one year we went and stayed out at the Lake Hotel after dark, this meant we had to drive back to our cabin in the next village in the pitch black night. No street lights, because it's a national park. So, we drove back, I was so nervous. In the forests off the road I could see eyes. Lots of them. I worried something would run out onto the road and we would get into an accident. When I wasn't worrying I noticed how insanely beautiful the night sky was. The stars are amazing.
Another reason I love Yellowstone is the simpleness. It's a simple visit there. It's a simple life there (not in the winter!). It humbles me. When I look at the plains, mountains, and waterfalls I feel like I'm looking at God's country.
And this big beauty I love to visit is a ticking time bomb for a massive volcanic eruption! Nice addition, right? Well, we are going there again this summer, I can't wait!
Thank you John Muir, for being a naturalist, and getting this conservation started!
Monday, February 28, 2011
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Day 7-Favorite movies
I define my favorite movies as film I could watch repeatedly and never grow tired of.
"Gone with the Wind" is one of my most favorite movies. Scarlet is like the original she- bad-ass. A little dramatic, but she gets the job done, for the most part, until she pretty much blows it with her antics at the end. Even a guy like Ret can only take so much. Ret Butler, *not* Clark Gable, okay fine a little but Clark Gable is... ::swoon::. Wow, what a hunk. "You should be kissed, and often, my someone who knows how." I love the fact that Scarlet is so stubborn. She doesn't take no for an answer and she has a temper. Show me someone who doesn't have a temper and I'll show you a liar. If I could write out in words the score for this movie, I would it is playing in my head. Every year my mom and I sit down and watch this movie in it's entirety. One day I will tackle the book. I've also been to one of the homes the Clark Gable lived in. It's filled with Gone with the Wind memorabilia and is advertised as the home he was born in, but it's not true, he just lived there as a baby or small child, I can't actually remember. It's in Pennsylvania *EDIT: Cadiz, Ohio* if you want to go! (Don't ask me for directions for anything, because I don't know where anything is!)
"Toy Story" 1 & 2. Although I liked 3, Toy Story 2 is my very favorite, because Bullseye is in it! Am I six? No, I am not. I just think these movies are adorable. Tonight, Toy Story 3 won an Oscar, and even though I saw the Academy Awards, I can't remember for what or who was accepting the award, but I do remember he said something about the film being about talking toys who have something human to say. That pinpointed why I liked the movie so much.
Judge if you must, but I like "Knocked Up". Actors are funny, writing is funny. A little slapstick, sarcasm, and some real life humor. Plus, I just had a baby, so I think it's funny.
Last, but certainly not least "You've Got Mail" is one of my most favorite movies. I can recite almost any line. That's not why it's my favorite though. I love it because it tells a "simple" love story of two "strangers"/business enemies, Joe Fox and Kathleen Kelly, who initially meet online, in a chat room, during the days of dial up. In real life they are business enemies, but online they are intrigued with each other. Online they reveal no details of their personal lives, so they do not and cannot know that shopgirl is Kathleen and ny152 is Joe. It's witty and cute and simple and involves my favorite things, coffee, books, cute New York apartments, a dog, Meg Ryan, Tom Hanks, and Ballerina Shoes.
"Toy Story" 1 & 2. Although I liked 3, Toy Story 2 is my very favorite, because Bullseye is in it! Am I six? No, I am not. I just think these movies are adorable. Tonight, Toy Story 3 won an Oscar, and even though I saw the Academy Awards, I can't remember for what or who was accepting the award, but I do remember he said something about the film being about talking toys who have something human to say. That pinpointed why I liked the movie so much.
Judge if you must, but I like "Knocked Up". Actors are funny, writing is funny. A little slapstick, sarcasm, and some real life humor. Plus, I just had a baby, so I think it's funny.
Last, but certainly not least "You've Got Mail" is one of my most favorite movies. I can recite almost any line. That's not why it's my favorite though. I love it because it tells a "simple" love story of two "strangers"/business enemies, Joe Fox and Kathleen Kelly, who initially meet online, in a chat room, during the days of dial up. In real life they are business enemies, but online they are intrigued with each other. Online they reveal no details of their personal lives, so they do not and cannot know that shopgirl is Kathleen and ny152 is Joe. It's witty and cute and simple and involves my favorite things, coffee, books, cute New York apartments, a dog, Meg Ryan, Tom Hanks, and Ballerina Shoes.
Unforgettable lines:
"The whole purpose of places like Starbucks is for people with no decision-making ability whatsoever to make six decisions just to buy one cup of coffee. Short, tall, light, dark, caf, decaf, low-fat, non-fat, etc. So people who don't know what the hell they're doing or who on earth they are can, for only $2.95*, get not just a cup of coffee but an absolutely defining sense of self: Tall. Decaf. Cappuccino. "
*Here, the coffee price has the same effect on me that gas prices do in movies. One that stands out is Jurassic Park 2, when they're in San Diego driving around with the baby T-Rex in the back of the convertible. The gas prices are significantly low, it depresses me more than a child's dog being eaten by the mama T-Rex.*
and to close...
"Sometimes I wonder about my life. I lead a small life - well, valuable, but small - and sometimes I wonder, do I do it because I like it, or because I haven't been brave? So much of what I see reminds me of something I read in a book, when shouldn't it be the other way around? I don't really want an answer. I just want to send this cosmic question out into the void. So good night, dear void."Friday, February 25, 2011
Day 5- Siblings
I'm all off on the days here, but what the heck, it's MY blog so MY rules right? Right.
Siblings. I have one brother. My baby brother. Baby as in entering his almost maybe but not quite mid 20's in a few weeks here.
I remember several things about when he was born, but not exactly him. I remember him being a baby at home and him laughing and rolling around. I was like, four, and I would play this game with him where I acted like I was going to roll him up into a ball and I would say, of course, "I'm going to roll you up into a ball" and he would laugh and laugh. A good, big belly laugh.
At some point in our childhood he realized he didn't have to listen to me. Things went down hill for us, but quickly picked up when I realized he had a sense of humor. He is really funny. David is one of the few people that can make me laugh when terrible things are happening around me. Like when I am feeling sad he will say something so comforting like, "Do you know you're the only one crying?" Or when I am sick, "It's all in your head, get over it."
Sarcasm aside, his sarcasm makes me laugh. He's the one who inspired me to start the blog to begin with. I said "I'm going to start a blog" and he replied "no one will read it". I set out to prove him right, which is why I only have TWO followers!
David has the unique ability to tell people like it is while making you laugh. Which is good, because sometimes you need people in your life to be honest with you and you also need compassion. He's got compassion.
Let's get more serious. I had surgery when I was 15, it was an emergency, and I don't want to get into details, but my brother was there for me. I could tell he was really worried about me. He was only ten or eleven at the time. He was there before they took me back and shortly after I woke up. At home, because it was extremely difficult for me to sit up, walk, etc. he helped bring me food, water, and just basically helped take care of me.
When baby M was born he was up for 24 hours. He worked a morning shift and then came to the hospital multiple times, giving his sleep to see his nephew. He was one of the first people besides Wade and myself to hold baby M. David helped us with baby M too, staying up with us late into the night, early in the morning to help, keep us company, and tell jokes.
He is loving. He tells Wade that he is the brother he never had, and he means it.
David is a hard worker. He sets a goal and is determined to meet it. He balances his work with fun. He balances everything with humor. Love you David. You're the best brother and friend I could ask for.
Siblings. I have one brother. My baby brother. Baby as in entering his almost maybe but not quite mid 20's in a few weeks here.
I remember several things about when he was born, but not exactly him. I remember him being a baby at home and him laughing and rolling around. I was like, four, and I would play this game with him where I acted like I was going to roll him up into a ball and I would say, of course, "I'm going to roll you up into a ball" and he would laugh and laugh. A good, big belly laugh.
At some point in our childhood he realized he didn't have to listen to me. Things went down hill for us, but quickly picked up when I realized he had a sense of humor. He is really funny. David is one of the few people that can make me laugh when terrible things are happening around me. Like when I am feeling sad he will say something so comforting like, "Do you know you're the only one crying?" Or when I am sick, "It's all in your head, get over it."
Sarcasm aside, his sarcasm makes me laugh. He's the one who inspired me to start the blog to begin with. I said "I'm going to start a blog" and he replied "no one will read it". I set out to prove him right, which is why I only have TWO followers!
David has the unique ability to tell people like it is while making you laugh. Which is good, because sometimes you need people in your life to be honest with you and you also need compassion. He's got compassion.
Let's get more serious. I had surgery when I was 15, it was an emergency, and I don't want to get into details, but my brother was there for me. I could tell he was really worried about me. He was only ten or eleven at the time. He was there before they took me back and shortly after I woke up. At home, because it was extremely difficult for me to sit up, walk, etc. he helped bring me food, water, and just basically helped take care of me.
When baby M was born he was up for 24 hours. He worked a morning shift and then came to the hospital multiple times, giving his sleep to see his nephew. He was one of the first people besides Wade and myself to hold baby M. David helped us with baby M too, staying up with us late into the night, early in the morning to help, keep us company, and tell jokes.
He is loving. He tells Wade that he is the brother he never had, and he means it.
David is a hard worker. He sets a goal and is determined to meet it. He balances his work with fun. He balances everything with humor. Love you David. You're the best brother and friend I could ask for.
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Day 4-Your parents
My parentals!
These guys are so freaking awesome. I'm not sure where to start. What if I just tell you some crazy stories about my parents to tell you how freaking awesome they are. And let's see how many times I can use the word "freaking"!
I could tell you about how my mom came with us to the hospital when I had baby M, even though I was being induced. She slept in a chair, not a rocking chair, like a chair chair from about 2am-7am the day baby M was born. I wasn't even in labor, I hadn't had any pitocin. She was just there for support.
My dad was on-call that day, for us. He brought my husband every meal so he didn't have to eat that nasty hospital food.
My dad has the funniest sense of humor. And by funny, I mean probably offensive to most of the human race, but it's still funny. When I was a kid, a telemarketer called and he asked them if they would please hold. He put the phone in the garage and left it there. Another time, while vacationing in Florida, where my dad grew up, we drove by a building that had half of a boat hanging out of it, as if a boat had crashed through the building. My dad told us that he crashed the boat into the building. I took a picture and brought it to school when I was Star of the Week to share with my class. Well, sometime in my teens I came across that picture only to find the building was like a boat warehouse or something. I totally believed my dad. When I told him this story, he laughed.
My parents are the best grandparents to baby M. They are always supportive and encouraging. I'm sure sometimes they are thinking we are rookies at this whole parenthood thing, but they don't make us feel like it. They're super helpful.
My dad used to always take us on bike rides around the neighborhood growing up. I remember several weekends included riding our bikes as a family to Coco's for breakfast. Again, so fun.
At the beach, my mom taught me everything I know about the ocean. How to swim in it, avoid big scary waves, navigate a rip tide, how to not be scared when you can't feel the bottom or when you feel a fish swim nearby.
Growing up, my dad traveled a lot, but he would make these crazy schedule changes to make it home in time for our activities, like competitions, games, etc. Anything important to us, he was there.
Right before I turned 18 (we're talking like weeks before) my parents asked me what I wanted to do for my birthday. I told them that honestly I would just love to go to Yellowstone. We went there on vacation a lot when I was a kid. When I said that, I was dreaming. There was no way we could just drop everything and go on vacation, that took time, money, and planning. Seriously, I was dreaming. Well guess what, we went to Yellowstone! It snowed in the most northern part of the park on my birthday and I thought that was hilarious since my birthday is in late August. It was so fun. But do you see how awesome my parents are?
My parents are crazy awesome. They are seriously the type of people that will give you the shirt off of their backs. They're selfless and loving and funny. My parents are great examples of parents, I hope we can be half as good as they are.
These guys are so freaking awesome. I'm not sure where to start. What if I just tell you some crazy stories about my parents to tell you how freaking awesome they are. And let's see how many times I can use the word "freaking"!
I could tell you about how my mom came with us to the hospital when I had baby M, even though I was being induced. She slept in a chair, not a rocking chair, like a chair chair from about 2am-7am the day baby M was born. I wasn't even in labor, I hadn't had any pitocin. She was just there for support.
My dad was on-call that day, for us. He brought my husband every meal so he didn't have to eat that nasty hospital food.
My dad has the funniest sense of humor. And by funny, I mean probably offensive to most of the human race, but it's still funny. When I was a kid, a telemarketer called and he asked them if they would please hold. He put the phone in the garage and left it there. Another time, while vacationing in Florida, where my dad grew up, we drove by a building that had half of a boat hanging out of it, as if a boat had crashed through the building. My dad told us that he crashed the boat into the building. I took a picture and brought it to school when I was Star of the Week to share with my class. Well, sometime in my teens I came across that picture only to find the building was like a boat warehouse or something. I totally believed my dad. When I told him this story, he laughed.
My parents are the best grandparents to baby M. They are always supportive and encouraging. I'm sure sometimes they are thinking we are rookies at this whole parenthood thing, but they don't make us feel like it. They're super helpful.
My dad used to always take us on bike rides around the neighborhood growing up. I remember several weekends included riding our bikes as a family to Coco's for breakfast. Again, so fun.
At the beach, my mom taught me everything I know about the ocean. How to swim in it, avoid big scary waves, navigate a rip tide, how to not be scared when you can't feel the bottom or when you feel a fish swim nearby.
Growing up, my dad traveled a lot, but he would make these crazy schedule changes to make it home in time for our activities, like competitions, games, etc. Anything important to us, he was there.
Right before I turned 18 (we're talking like weeks before) my parents asked me what I wanted to do for my birthday. I told them that honestly I would just love to go to Yellowstone. We went there on vacation a lot when I was a kid. When I said that, I was dreaming. There was no way we could just drop everything and go on vacation, that took time, money, and planning. Seriously, I was dreaming. Well guess what, we went to Yellowstone! It snowed in the most northern part of the park on my birthday and I thought that was hilarious since my birthday is in late August. It was so fun. But do you see how awesome my parents are?
My parents are crazy awesome. They are seriously the type of people that will give you the shirt off of their backs. They're selfless and loving and funny. My parents are great examples of parents, I hope we can be half as good as they are.
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Day 3-Your first love
So I am WAY behind on this, but I will let myself slack on blogging- NOT other stuff, like the baby, the house, work, etc.
My first love.
Well, you're not going to hear about previous flames, call me old fashioned or boring, either one, I don't care. I don't think it's appropriate. So what I will tell you about are my babies. Because I love them. A lot.
My furbaby, Brooklyn, we got when she was a puppy in September of 2009. They didn't know how old she was, but she had to be between eight and 12 weeks. She was in a foster home with her litter and the man caring for them, bless his heart, had a dump of a place. There was excrement all over the backyard, his property was falling to pieces and Brooklyn, whose name was Autumn then, was clean, and healthy for the most part, but her ears were scabbed from the flies and her litter mates chomping at her ears. She was clearly the runt. When we walked into the backyard, the litter was interested, but Brooklyn was the most excited. She came bounding towards all of us (my parents were there with us). She rolled on her back in submission and peed all at once. I knew then we were taking her home. We played with all of puppies, but B already had my heart. She wanted to play, but mostly she wanted to jump into our arms. We signed a paper, wrote a check, and Wade scooped her up and we took her home.
Baby M. Wow. Can anyone even describe a mother's love for their child? Everyone told me when I had my baby, it would be a moment that changed my life. I figured I would cry. I didn't, I laughed. I was laughing so much toward the very very end, that I stopped pushing and the nurses had to tell me to stop laughing and keep pushing. They put him on my chest and he whimpered. He didn't really cry too much, and he shook a bit. I felt for him, because I knew he was cold. I smiled, starring at him. I was thinking, "so that was you in there all this time". No symphonies played, no extreme sobs or tears of joy. Smiles, laughter and the feeling of being whole overwhelmed me. We were a family. My husband, myself and my son.
That my friends, was my first true love; my family.
This is sooo sappy, can I just add for humorous purposes that after Matthew was wheeled to the nursery the first thing out of my mouth was "When can I eat???!?!". The turkey sandwich I later devoured was so close to love. Close, but no cigar.
My first love.
Well, you're not going to hear about previous flames, call me old fashioned or boring, either one, I don't care. I don't think it's appropriate. So what I will tell you about are my babies. Because I love them. A lot.
My furbaby, Brooklyn, we got when she was a puppy in September of 2009. They didn't know how old she was, but she had to be between eight and 12 weeks. She was in a foster home with her litter and the man caring for them, bless his heart, had a dump of a place. There was excrement all over the backyard, his property was falling to pieces and Brooklyn, whose name was Autumn then, was clean, and healthy for the most part, but her ears were scabbed from the flies and her litter mates chomping at her ears. She was clearly the runt. When we walked into the backyard, the litter was interested, but Brooklyn was the most excited. She came bounding towards all of us (my parents were there with us). She rolled on her back in submission and peed all at once. I knew then we were taking her home. We played with all of puppies, but B already had my heart. She wanted to play, but mostly she wanted to jump into our arms. We signed a paper, wrote a check, and Wade scooped her up and we took her home.
Baby M. Wow. Can anyone even describe a mother's love for their child? Everyone told me when I had my baby, it would be a moment that changed my life. I figured I would cry. I didn't, I laughed. I was laughing so much toward the very very end, that I stopped pushing and the nurses had to tell me to stop laughing and keep pushing. They put him on my chest and he whimpered. He didn't really cry too much, and he shook a bit. I felt for him, because I knew he was cold. I smiled, starring at him. I was thinking, "so that was you in there all this time". No symphonies played, no extreme sobs or tears of joy. Smiles, laughter and the feeling of being whole overwhelmed me. We were a family. My husband, myself and my son.
That my friends, was my first true love; my family.
This is sooo sappy, can I just add for humorous purposes that after Matthew was wheeled to the nursery the first thing out of my mouth was "When can I eat???!?!". The turkey sandwich I later devoured was so close to love. Close, but no cigar.
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Day 2-Meaning behind your blog name
The title is from the song, "The Only Living Boy in New York" by Simon and Garfunkel. I have always liked that song, since I heard it in "Garden State", 2004. I know the song dates back way further than 2004, but that's when I first heard it. I'm not sure about what the whole song means or is about, and truthfully I don't really care. ha. I like the carefree feeling of lyrics like my blog title or "I get the news I need on the weather report", and getting "your plane ride on" makes me think of going on vacation, and I always feel carefree on vacation.
Currently I am also enjoying hearing bits of the song on a car commercial. I am not sure which one, because I just hear it- since I hardly ever watch TV anymore. We should cancel cable.
Lastly, "here I am" from my actual blog address comes from the song, if you cared to know. Like I said I really like the song!
EDIT: I guess I do care what the song is about and I just looked it up and I am thoroughly disappointed. It will still not ruin the song for me!
Currently I am also enjoying hearing bits of the song on a car commercial. I am not sure which one, because I just hear it- since I hardly ever watch TV anymore. We should cancel cable.
Lastly, "here I am" from my actual blog address comes from the song, if you cared to know. Like I said I really like the song!
EDIT: I guess I do care what the song is about and I just looked it up and I am thoroughly disappointed. It will still not ruin the song for me!
Day 1: Introduce, 15 facts, new picture
okay so this is the blog challenge (introduce: check!)
15 facts:
1. I don't know what the hell I'm doing on here- I'm so lost- like explorers before compasses. I might fall off of the ocean and into the abyss.
2. I love learning: I read/study American History for fun.
3. I totally miss Dr. Laura on the air! Who else is going to tell idiot people like it is on my three minute drive home from work?!
4. I have a goal to go to all 50 states.
5. My husband & I dated for .1039247120 seconds before we got married.
6. My baby cracks me up with his babble.
7. Coke Slurpees are my favorite!
8. I am done done done with school. I got my Masters and I am for. reals. done.
9. I am a worrier.
10. I hate shopping- no, I hate trying on clothes and aimless shopping.
11. I do not like to sit around at home doing nothing. I want to get out and see.... stuff!
12. I've known one other person in my whole life, with my same first name.
13. Once I learned Spanish, English (grammar) made sense.
14. I have a bleeding heart for kiddos and animals.
15. I love my baby boy!
Here goes my first shot at a picture in a blog post:
15 facts:
1. I don't know what the hell I'm doing on here- I'm so lost- like explorers before compasses. I might fall off of the ocean and into the abyss.
2. I love learning: I read/study American History for fun.
3. I totally miss Dr. Laura on the air! Who else is going to tell idiot people like it is on my three minute drive home from work?!
4. I have a goal to go to all 50 states.
5. My husband & I dated for .1039247120 seconds before we got married.
6. My baby cracks me up with his babble.
7. Coke Slurpees are my favorite!
8. I am done done done with school. I got my Masters and I am for. reals. done.
9. I am a worrier.
10. I hate shopping- no, I hate trying on clothes and aimless shopping.
11. I do not like to sit around at home doing nothing. I want to get out and see.... stuff!
12. I've known one other person in my whole life, with my same first name.
13. Once I learned Spanish, English (grammar) made sense.
14. I have a bleeding heart for kiddos and animals.
15. I love my baby boy!
Here goes my first shot at a picture in a blog post:
Before the crazy rain storm came- the weather was beautiful!!! Brooklyn was enjoying the warm sunshine last weekend. Here she is dreaming about coming in and chewing all of the baby's toys while they were out.
Friday, February 18, 2011
The Big Blog Challenge
During my blog surf, I found this and I'm going to give it a shot! Something to blog about for 30 days....
Day 1-Introduce, recent picture, 15 interesting facts
Day 2-Meaning behind your blog name
Day 3-Your first love
Day 4-Your parents
Day 5-Your siblings
Day 6-A picture of something that makes you happy
Day 7-Favorite movies
Day 8-A place you've traveled to
Day 9-A picture of your friends
Day 10-Something you're afraid of
Day 11-Favorite TV shows
Day 12-What you believe
Day 13-Goals
Day 14-A picture you love
Day 15-Bible verse
Day 16-Dream house
Day 17-Something you're looking forward to
Day 18-Something you regret
Day 19-Something you miss
Day 20-Nicknames
Day 21-Picture of yourself
Day 22-Favorite city
Day 23-Favorite vacation
Day 24-Something you've learned
Day 25-Put your iPod on shuffle, first 10 songs
Day 26-Picture of your family
Day 27-Pets
Day 28-Something that stresses you out
Day 29-3 Wishes
Day 30-a picture
Day 1-Introduce, recent picture, 15 interesting facts
Day 2-Meaning behind your blog name
Day 3-Your first love
Day 4-Your parents
Day 5-Your siblings
Day 6-A picture of something that makes you happy
Day 7-Favorite movies
Day 8-A place you've traveled to
Day 9-A picture of your friends
Day 10-Something you're afraid of
Day 11-Favorite TV shows
Day 12-What you believe
Day 13-Goals
Day 14-A picture you love
Day 15-Bible verse
Day 16-Dream house
Day 17-Something you're looking forward to
Day 18-Something you regret
Day 19-Something you miss
Day 20-Nicknames
Day 21-Picture of yourself
Day 22-Favorite city
Day 23-Favorite vacation
Day 24-Something you've learned
Day 25-Put your iPod on shuffle, first 10 songs
Day 26-Picture of your family
Day 27-Pets
Day 28-Something that stresses you out
Day 29-3 Wishes
Day 30-a picture
Sunday, February 13, 2011
The Business of Blogging
Okay, so, while learning about my blog and how to set it up and make it "unique" I have been introduced to a new world of.... blogging! I had no idea there was so many blogs, so many designs, and so many businesses devoted to blogging. In my quest for blog ideas, templates, and designs I came across several different blogs. So many people blog about their lives; weddings, babies, pets, cooking, gardening, deaths, clothing, and BLOGS. I actually came across a blog where the blogger's sole purpose of the blog was to ask for money. Apparently, in this lovely economy they had suffered some hardships and had looked to blogging to collecting donations. Well, I admired the page the blogger had set up so I clicked the link to the site that created the design. The sites only sells their blog designs. Wait-what?! Nevermind, I'm not going to judge. Maybe the design was donated or maybe that is the blogger's business right? Right.
I feel as though that paragraph overuses the word blog and contains too many lists. Too tired/lazy to edit. Baby M should wake up soon and I want to get to sleep.
Before I end this post, I have a few things to say about the 2011 Grammy's, and although this is poor organization (because I should start a new post, complete with a new title about my Grammy/famous people/too much money rant) I'm far too lazy to start a new post. The other half of the truth is that I barely remember how I got to writing this post anyways.
While baby M napped today I got to catch some Pre-Grammy shows and.... Lady Gaga? Lady, GAG-ME! She came in, inside an egg, complete with people carrying the egg like she was some kind of Indian Princess. Her "Creative Designer" participated in an interview and this clearly was not a joke, to them. I am aware that Lady Gaga is very active in the gay community and she was making a point with her egg and being born and blah blah blah. But, seriously, how much did all that cost? For a performance? I don't know, maybe it's because living an average life, I look at these crazy celebrities and famous people with their money to burn and I complete a full-length eye-roll. Many celebrities piss their money away on the most ridiculous things, when others in this country struggle to make ends meet and put food in their mouths. This concludes my rant.
I think I am the whitest white girl to love Eminem. Always have. Holla'!!!
I feel as though that paragraph overuses the word blog and contains too many lists. Too tired/lazy to edit. Baby M should wake up soon and I want to get to sleep.
Before I end this post, I have a few things to say about the 2011 Grammy's, and although this is poor organization (because I should start a new post, complete with a new title about my Grammy/famous people/too much money rant) I'm far too lazy to start a new post. The other half of the truth is that I barely remember how I got to writing this post anyways.
While baby M napped today I got to catch some Pre-Grammy shows and.... Lady Gaga? Lady, GAG-ME! She came in, inside an egg, complete with people carrying the egg like she was some kind of Indian Princess. Her "Creative Designer" participated in an interview and this clearly was not a joke, to them. I am aware that Lady Gaga is very active in the gay community and she was making a point with her egg and being born and blah blah blah. But, seriously, how much did all that cost? For a performance? I don't know, maybe it's because living an average life, I look at these crazy celebrities and famous people with their money to burn and I complete a full-length eye-roll. Many celebrities piss their money away on the most ridiculous things, when others in this country struggle to make ends meet and put food in their mouths. This concludes my rant.
I think I am the whitest white girl to love Eminem. Always have. Holla'!!!
Friday, February 11, 2011
We've only just begun...
...I have no idea what I am doing or how I am doing it, regarding this blogging business. Well, often regarding other business, but right now specifically blogging . I need some assistance. I need an aid.
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