It would start with a group of my friends coming over for breakfast and sitting around the table and laughing.

Then we would probably engage in a fun game of scrabble, because I'm scrabble obsessed and have this goal to beat anyone I play wit.

Then we'd go play football. What's better than tackling and being tackled? Then maybe we'd all go for a hike together and just have fun playing pranks on each other. Eat lunch picnic style.

Then we'd all go for a drive and blast music, cause who doesn't like doing THAT.

Then we'd go swimming. Even though I can't swim, I'd just hold on to someone or stay in shallow water. But it would have to be a lake or something, not a public pool or crap like that. More fun like that. We could all push each other in the water or throw each other in the water. That would be so much fun! Would'nt it?

Then go play putt-putt golf. Oh yes. And eat snow cones .

Then lay up on a hill and watch the sunset, while talking about our dreams for our lives, what we hope to accomplish, what we enjoy about our lives, whatever we want to talk about.

Then we can go back to someone's house and have a fun slumber party of sorts, where we watch dumb or cheesy movies, eat buttered popcorn and chocolate, duh, and laugh and joke around some more. Have a pillow fight, maybe? Maybe play more board games? I'm a board game freak.

And, of course, if it's the perfect day, it would have to end with some fun sex. TMI? LOL sorry. It would have too... That's just how perfect days either start or end, so yeah. That would be in there.

I want a day like this soooooooooo bad!  Can ya tell? That's my PERFECT day. It's going on my bucket list. Who's with me?

*This was an embarrassing, pointless, stupid, but fun thing I did. Go ahead, laugh at my dorky-ness. It's okay. I'll forgive you. I was bored, can ya tell? When you get no sleep and don't think, this is the result. hehe. I'm having fun today!*

A friend posted this gun, that she also wants, on her facebook page. So, I'm in complete agreement with her.

*Shakes head*

Yes, sir!

(I don't know what it is or even where to get it, but I like it and want it anyway, haha)

*~*~*

My Sister and I are taking Bri to see Sesame Street Live. It's a longer drive, have to leave by 9:30 ish and, because I felt like I had had 100 cups of coffee, last night, I didn't sleep well. I rolled over in bed at 6 am and just started THINKING for the next hour or so. That's always good. lol  So, yeah. And I stayed up till 2 am. So 4 hours of sleep? GO ME! Nap may be in the future and I'm NOT  a nap person, even when my daughter was a newborn and had me up most of the night, I still didn't nap. But it's been a while, so I'm... exhausted. And my legs are KILLING me. Thank you, new Kettle bell and workout DVD.  I'm going to try and get some good pics today, too.

Have a nice day, everyone! Love you all!

Take a breath and listen

Open up stop wishin'

All that you've been missin'

Standing in front of you

Everything you're fearin'

All the walls you're buildin'

Take a chance your reason

Standing in front of you

-Standing in Front of you, Kelly Clarkson

Trueeeeeeee

 

1. Come to ME and talk to ME about it. Lets put on our big girl/big boy panties and act like adults. I have this streak in me that WANTS to be argumentative and does find it humorous and kinda fun, but... really, I'm breaking away from that as much as possible. Drama is stupid, so if you have an issue with me, come talk to me about it and lets work it out... and try to find common ground. Is that too much to ask?

2. If you just plain don't like me, that's okay. You aren't the first and you certainly won't be the last.  That's okay. I like to be friends with all sorts of people, so I'm always open to that. If I've offended you, please tell me. I WANT to know.

That said...

3. I'm not changing FOR anyone. My opinions are my own and I cherish them. If we can't be "friends" because we disagree, that's okay, but I don't see why we can't? There's something to be said for people who can be friends with people who they disagree with. I mean, I don't think I have ONE friend that agrees with me on EVERYTHING. That's just silly. So, please...

I'm becoming more comfortable with who I am and what I stand for. If you can't take that, and don't like it, and can't be respectful in disagreeing with me or looking past the difference, that's just too darn bad. Cause I'll try, if you try.

And if I come across needy, clingy, annoying, I'm sorry. I'm not perfect. If I "talk to you too much", I'm sorry. It's because I like you and think highly of you, really. It's nothing more than that. If you have a problem with that, I'M SORRY, but what can I do? Politely tell me and I'LL BACK OFF, I swear I will.

 And if YOU DON'T have a problem with me, yay, we can be best friends! I love having me some friends.

Oh, and if you DISRESPECT  any of my friends, you will be BLOCKED (not a simple disagreeing with, I mean name calling or incredibly rude and offensive comments). You're welcome!  *I had the pleasure of deleting a certain "friend" over that. I was willing to overlook our enormous differences, but not when you attack my friends. No, sir! Not having that!*

Thanks to @shining_Garnet, for this surprise reward!  Really, thank you!

Here are the rules:

Thank the award giver and link them in your post.
Share seven things about yourself.
Pass this award along to recently discovered blogs that you enjoy reading.
Contact your chosen bloggers, let them know, and post the award picture.

1.  I'm extremely competitive. Just ask anyone who's ever played a board game, or any type of game/sport, with me.  I'm SUPER competitive! *And I challenge anyone to a game of scrabble!*

2. I'm a romantic. I love all things romantic. Serendipity is my favorite movie. *sigh*.

3. I'm a hugger.

4. I'm, currently, a SAHM to a wonderful 3 year old girl.  Brianna Lynn. *whoever said terrible twos were the worst, was lying. Threes are much harder .* But three year olds are super funny. In fact, just today, she saw me dipping an oreo into milk and looked at me, like I was crazy, and said, "What are you doing? You don't dip it!" you had to be there to hear how she said it though. lol Clearly, I haven't done a good job teaching her that oreo's and milk do, in fact, go together. And as much as I'd love to give her a sibling, I think I'm good with just ONE child. Yep. At least, I'm not planning on any more in the foreseeable future. I'm happy with my one and if that's all I have, I'm good! But it will depend on A LOT of things.

5. I love photography!

6. I have my favorite shows (Survivor, Big Brother...), but I hate watching TV. It's really a drain on my time. I'd much rather be up, moving and doing other things, than sitting and watching TV. I gladly sit for those shows, though! *I'd much rather listen to music, read, be on Xanga, look at cute pictures, write... those things are 10 x better than watching TV). I love going and seeing Movies, in a theater, but it's hard to sit through a movie, at home. I'm too restless.

7. I have a fear of heights. Every time I get up close to a Ferris Wheel, I feel sick. That said, I've still been on one and wouldn't mind "trying" again. But I will NEVER bungee jump or skydive. NEVER HAPPENING. Ever! And I'm 100% OKAY with that.  I also, still, can't swim, so you could say I'm also afraid of that (willing to learn, though). I also have a fear of driving and bees. Never been stung by a bee and I plan to keep it that way. I'm also afraid of public speaking! hate it! I have a lot of fears.  I hate being alone and I hate being in the dark. Being in the dark, alone, is even worse!   I have pretty bad anxiety... so I better stop talking about all this, haha.

And, I guess, I don't have to mention that I ramble a lot? Yeah... holy cow.

*~*~*~*

Now for the good stuff. Here are the bloggers I chose!

@mytwocentss

@traintrack

@againstthewind1

@xdeelynnx

@Quantumstorm

@Grizzlybearr

@Saintblue1131

@Chicbananas

@yourkbear

@grim_truth

@xxallisonwonderlandxx

@mommymarty22

@sonniegenmai

 

Okay, so I've been putting the bug in the husbsters ear, for a while now, about moving to Texas. He's, obviously, not a fan of Texas. He thinks it's too big and... I won't even get into the very offensive comments he's made about the state.

Anyway, tonight I continued my, "wouldn't texas be great?" stories, and he picks up the phone and calls our friends we do have out in Texas. That's right, we actually know people in Texas, not that I want to live super close to them.  They do have kids, though, so that would be nice for Bri. Anywhoo, he tells them that I've been putting the bug in his ear to move to Texas and they, of course, were excited. They've been trying to talk us into it, for a while. (They are in Spring Branch?)

My husbands comment was as follows,

"Well, the wife wants to move to Texas and if we want a happy family, we have to have a happy wife"

BAHAHAHA.

Boy, have I trained him or WHAT?

*evel snicker*

So, he's actually going to look for jobs and such. I guess I would have to, too.

I just don't feel like a Michigan girl, anymore. I want to start over somewhere new. That said, of course, I will miss my Michigan Family like no other. What will I be like without my sister? Been there once, and it was hard, but.... I just want a BIG change. I'm feeling very adventurous, lately.

I just am happy that he's ACTUALLY considering it!

*girly squeals*

Awesome!

*Side note, who thinks I need to change my profile pic? Yeah, the close up eye just may drive me crazy! lol"

Everyday I fight for all my future somethings
A thousand little wars I have to choose between
I could spend a lifetime earning things I don't need
That's like chasing rainbows and coming home empty

And if you strip me, strip it all away
If you strip me, what would you find
If you strip me, strip it all away
I'll be alright

Take what you want steal my pride
Build me up or cut me down to size
Shut me out but I'll just scream
I'm only one voice in a million
But you ain't taking that from me (oh ooh)
You ain't taking that from me (oh oh)
You ain't taking that from me (oh oh)
You ain't taking that from me (oh oh)
You ain't taking that!

I don't need a microphone yeah
To say what I've been thinking
My heart is like a loudspeaker
That's always on eleven

And if you strip me, strip it all away
If you strip me, what would you find
If you strip me, strip it all away
I'm still the same

Take what you want steal my pride
Build me up or cut me down to size
Shut me out but I'll just scream
I'm only one voice in a million
But you ain't taking that from me (oh ooh)
You ain't taking that from me (oh oh)
You ain't taking that from me (oh oh)
You ain't taking that from me (oh oh)
You ain't taking that!

Cause when it all boils down at the end of the day
It's what you do and say that makes you who you are
Makes you think about, think about it doesn't it
Sometimes all it takes is one voice

Take what you want steal my pride
Build me up or cut me down to size
Shut me out but I'll just scream
I'm only one voice in a million
But you ain't taking that from me (oh ooh)
You ain't taking that from me (oh oh)
You ain't taking that from me (oh oh)
You ain't taking that from me (oh oh)
You ain't taking that!

-Natasha Bedingfield, Strip Me

*~*~*~*~*

Just Fits.

I have so many thoughts to share... forgive me, if this is a bit long and wordy...

I love Mondays, for one reason. Everyone pretty much goes back to what they're supposed to be doing. Monday is my day to set my week off right and I don't always use that to my advantage. I did pretty good today...

One of the things I KNOW I need to be doing, is reading in my Bible and Praying. Getting back on track. I had a pretty... awful dream, that led me to thoughts of doing something... We'll call it *bad habit #1*. LOL. I know, I know. But, yes, it's something I really struggle with and it's the #1 thing that pulls me away from God, super quick. I would like to point out that I haven't done said thing in  A WHOLE MONTH. Which is definitely an improvement for me. However, that dream about it DIDN'T HELP. Needless to say, I still didn't engage in said activity or whatever you want to call it. Since I'm too embarrassed to say what it is, and too ashamed, you're not going to ever know. That's as close as I'll come. I know that I SHOULD find help with it, but... I'm just too scared to tell anyone.

Anyway, I just re-read a prayer I wrote out several days ago. It was hard actually praying, today. I just didn't feel worthy, enough. I'm being tough on myself, again, I know. That said, I loved the message my Daily Bread had for me. I did feel that sense of Strength and just decided to power through my day! I walked two miles, which isn't bad. I didn't have a stellar breakfast, so I got tired more quickly. I did laundry and cleaned the bathroom, got Bri's books organized, then took her to the park. So, all told, I probably walked 3 miles, cause it's a bit of a walk to the park and back. Then we had quiet time. Geez, I wanted to nap so bad, I was SOOO tired.

Then we went out to dinner.  Well, Bri was being so fussy and junk, it was a bad idea. So, yep, we get to the restaurant and the tantrums started, which resulted in a timeouts in the bathroom. I was so frustrated and just wanted to leave and come home and put her to bed! OH MY GOSH. I wanted to bang my head into a wall, lol. I'm so exhausted.

I also want to work on my, uh, cursing? Yeah. *hangs head in shame*. Those of you who may remember my "my take on cursing" post are probably super confused, because I've been, cussing lately. You may even remember my "f it" post. Yeah. I felt bad for saying that. I won't say exactly what resulted from that, but that was just a BAD NIGHT, I haven't had a bad night like that, since. But, I've just noticed how much I've been swearing lately, and I just feel bad. Some might think it's silly and others will understand. I'm a big hypocrite when it comes to that. I hate hearing/reading cuss words, and then I go and do it. Really, I don't SAY cuss words a lot, I just WRITE them a lot, lol. If you knew me in person, you'd KNOW I don't talk like this so much. Well, my husband may take issue with that, lol. I just really need to work on that and I've just been frustrated.

*And I won't even get into what happened with a cactus plant, earlier. Oh my goodness! I still can't get the stupid things outta my hand!!!*

So, there, there's a slight update on my boring life.

We did go to the park, as I said. It was SOOOOOO nice. We could have stayed out there ALL DAY. Holy cow! I loved playing on all the stuff. Since I have so much more energy now. hehe. I really wanted to run around in the big field, but Bri isn't all for that. She'd rather play in the NASTY sandbox *shudders*. I wanted a friend to play grown up tag with, or something. I just enjoyed feeling the wind in my face and so badly just wanted to lay in the grass and think about life and all that. It was just sooo beautiful out today and it boosted my mood for sure.

I'm done rambling now.

Ah, pillow talk. Gotta love it. Sometimes we have pretty funny conversations.

See, I was really hot, last night. I was sweating and I thought maybe I was running a fever or something. I mean, hello, I'm usually always cold. So, I just said...

"Man, I'm really hot"

Him: "Yeah, that's what a couple of my friends say"

Me "Uh, what? What friends?"

Him: "Well, I can't remember the one, but Daniel thinks you're hot.

*That one I knew. *

Me: "people really tell you that?"

Him: "Yeah. B tells me all the time that you're hot and J went as far to say that he was going to try to look exactly like me, so he can steal you."

BAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

I died laughing

He didn't think it was soooo funny, though.

(B and J are some of the guys he works for, hence why I will not put their full names. But, geez oh pete. I've only met those guys ONCE... maybe twice! lol)

Him "Yeah, I have a hot wife. I know it. I'm just waiting for some sugar daddy to come steal you away from me"

LOL. But I gotta be honest, ya'll. It's kinda nice knowing that my husband thinks I'm hot. I mean, sure, he probably wouldn't have married me if he didn't find me somewhat attractive, but he never tells me that. haha. It's kinda nice.  He needs to say that more often.  KIDDING.

I've never considered myself, "hot", so I don't know what all their problems are, but... I'll just accept it. It did make me giggle. lol

So, this is my totally random post of the day!  

*So, for the record, I really DO actively try and stay out of these stupid debates. I swear I do. Because, ultimately, no one ever budges on their opinion. However, what the heck. It's my blog, I'll give my opinion. And, honestly, if you don't like me after sharing this, too bad, haha*

So, men really shouldn't have a say in whether their child gets to live or die?

Why?

"Because pregnancy is too hard and the woman physically has to "deal with it", so his opinion shouldn't count."

This really saddens me. Um, IT'S HIS FREAKING BABY and he shouldn't get a say because it's not in HIS body?

Look. I've been pregnant. Is it hard? DARN right it is and can be. I had what I thought was just "horrible morning sickness". Hyperemesis. It's genetic. I was throwing up CONSTANTLY. I couldn't even get out of bed. I couldn't take a shower BY MYSELF. Yes, that's right. I needed help with the basic act of taking a darn shower. Then, I went into pre-term labor and spent a week on bed rest (Thank God it was only a week. ). *edit*, because I was so sick, I lost 30 lbs and I had to learn to eat foods that wouldn't be horrible coming back up. Yeppers. It was lovely.

So, I know FIRSTHAND that pregnancy is freaking hard. But, does that mean my poor husband just had to sit back and let me make all the decisions and if that meant me killing OUR child, he just had to take it? HELL NO! That's not fair to him at all. it is his child. Just because said child grew in my body, doesn't mean he SHOULDN'T HAVE A SAY.

And, really, it's a privilege to carry a child inside you, despite all the nasty complications may be. You know how many women want so BADLY to be pregnant? yeah. yeah. Let me tell you!

Just because my baby wasn't growing in HIS belly, didn't mean he didn't have to deal with ANYTHING pregnancy related. Sheesh. C'mon, now. He put up with my crazy moods, he cleaned up my puke, he made sure I was comfortable while on bed rest, which included helping me stay relatively clean and fed. And, like I already said, the poor guy had to help me take a freaking shower. (I think the worst was having to clean up the puke, though *shudders*)

I know not all men are supportive and it's not always a black and white situation. But when the guy is around and WANTS to help in the process and wants a say in what happens to HIS CHILD, he should get it. Period. End of story.

His opinion on what happens to HIS child SHOULD COUNT.

Gosh, all of this just pisses me off and is getting me all feisty.

*And I'll try not to get into the point that it wasn't "MY BODY", but there was a SEPERATE BEING INSIDE ME, WITH IT'S OWN DNA, BEATING HEART, ETC. (You know, not just a clump of completely useless "cells") that deserved a SHOT AT LIFE.*