It’s tag time

So, Trish has tagged me. I’ve never been tagged before, it should be fun!  I am going to take care of this now, because who knows how long it will take me otherwise. Here are the rules.

(1) Link to the person that tagged you.
(2) Post the rules on your blog.
(3) Share six non-important things/habits/quirks about yourself.
(4) Tag six random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs.
(5) Let each random person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their website. 

 Here are six quirky things about me:

1.  I love the way horses smell.  I could put my nose in their necks all day long.

2.  I have a pet octopus.  Well, I should say, Derek has a pet octopus.  If that can even be considered a pet.  If I tried to care for it, I don’t think it would be around very long.  Regardless, I’ve got an octopus living under my roof.

3.  I have to write EVERYTHING down.  I’ve always got loads of post it notes in my purse with various notes on them.  I would forget everything otherwise. 

4.  I listen to songs over and over again.  Usually until another song comes along that I like better, and I can start listening to that one.

5.  I do not iron.  I purchase things, wash and hang my clothes so carefully that no ironing is required.  I believe I’ve only ironed a couple of times in my life and it didn’t end well.

6.  I am still scared of haunted houses.  I will not go in them.  I was born on October 30th, and growing up, we always went to them for my birthday.  I never enjoyed it.

I am going to tag Meg, Capri L, dlyn, Emily, Deb, and Sarah


Finally getting around to it..

The pictures below are from a calendar from 2006.  I’ve always loved the pictures, so I saved them and had planned on doing something with them a long time ago.  Well, I am finally getting around to it.  This is how I spent my friday night, arranging pictures and taping them to the wall.  Anyway, Derek will be making some picture frames for them and I’d like to hang either four or six of them above my desk.  I just can’t decide which ones, and how many.  I will warn you now, even though I’ve started this project, it most likely won’t be finished until summertime.  Well, unless Derek gets sick of unframed pictures haphazardly taped to the wall (I’ve got all eight of them taped up right now, to help me decide), and takes it into his own hands.  Which, he most likely will do. While I may have control issues about many things, when it comes to unfinished projects, he blows me away!

So, I am enlisting your help in my decision making process to give it a little shove in the right direction.  Hopefully I can finish this thing before I start hearing about it every single day.  These are the eight pictures I liked the best.

Here is combo number one:

Combo number two:

Combo number three:

Or any other combination thereof.  I’ve pictured the top of the desk in a couple of them to provide some prospective of the space they will be hanging in.  Please help!!

Pretty foggy

My brain, that is.  I do think it may be on strike from being back at school.  I have not been able to think if anything to write in the past few days.  ZILCH! Nothing interesting is going on.  Well, unless you consider me freaking out because I got an A- on a quiz I took last night.  That’s right, I was not happy about it. 

In other news, Derek has been sick this week.  Which is a pretty new thing for me, because in the six years I’ve known him, he’s been sick maybe twice.  Luckily it isn’t the stomach flu everyone seems to be picking up these days. 

Two weekends ago, it was like spring outside.  So, at the farm the ground had thawed out, and if it hadn’t been so muddy that I had to wear my mud boots, I actually would have taken a ride on Echo.  It has been way too long, I need to get back in the saddle.  So, last weekend, it was about three degrees outside.  Got the chores done, and I couldn’t make myself do anything else. 

Needless to say, I’ve got nothing to report.  Hopefully this weekend will bring more interesting news to our plate, or in the least, my brain back into working order. 

Let’s talk weather

I’ve always been fond of winter.  The cold weather has never bothered me.  I once read somewhere that people that live places with very distinctive weather have a better sense of when something in their life happened.  It makes sense though, to associate an event with a time of year, depending on the weather. 

I also rarely watch the weather.  I just deal with whatever comes along that day.  In the winter, I wear a winter coat (even if it does reach almost 60 degrees in January), and in the summer I dress accordingly as well.  I may live somewhere with weather more unpredictable than anywhere else, but I like it that way.

This morning I looked outside before getting dressed.  My husband had let the dogs out, so I had no idea what the temperature was.  It didn’t look cold out at all.  There were just remnants of snow left from a recent snowfall, and the sun was just coming up. When I went outside to leave for work, I realized it was one of those perfect mornings.  It was only around 15 degrees, and the sky was beautiful shades of pink and orange.  Taking in that first breath of cold air was like taking the first hit of a cigarette for the day (if you smoke, that is).  It felt wonderful.  It made me realize just how much I love this place, in all its capricious glory. 

When I was younger, my dad drove a Jeep Wrangler for many years.  I would live for rides in the Jeep with the top down.  One year, the top came down as early as mid-February.  We’ve got pitcures somewhere to prove it.  Some years I couldn’t wait for it to be a little warmer, and some years I wanted winter to last forever.

Because of the way I grew up, I really am a girl of all seasons.  I could not and would not ever live anywhere that was within the same 20 degree range year round.  We grew up snowmobiling during the winter and boating during the summer.   I wouldn’t have it any other way.  I haven’t done many winter activities in quite a few years.  Well, besides having dogs that would rather walk three miles in a foot of snow than walk one mile during the summer.  I’ve always wanted to try snowboarding, and if I get another chance this winter, I plan to. 

Point is, I like the ever-changing weather.  I love seeing the seasons change within a twelve month period.  I love being the only person walking their dogs in the winter and seeing everyone in the neighborhood come out of hibernation to shovel the driveways when there is a snowfall.  I love seeing the budding plants come out of the ground when it gradually starts to get warmer.  I love being able to eat outside on the patio during the warm months.  I am sure you get the point.


I am quite the girl when it comes to bugs.  They just give me the creeps.  However, show me spiders, and I lose it.  See, I have to classify spiders into an entirely different category because I can’t simply say they give me the creeps.  They are not just insects to me, they are eight legged creatures that freak me the heck out.  Show me THIS spider, and I really lose it.

This spider is native to Florida, so luckily I don’t have to worry about it.

I did not take this picture, nor will I EVER take a picture that involves standing within ten feet of any creature that looks like that.  Any creature with more than four legs for that matter.  My hero of a husband gladly took this photo while I jumped up and down in the background hoping to rid my body of the feeling that this spider was walking all over me. 

Even now, just thinking about this and typing it up, I keep wanting to just smack myself for imagining the feeling again. 

I will happily live the rest of my life without seeing one of those again.

I’m in!

I got a letter of acceptance into the Nursing program yesterday.  For 2010. I am automatically listed as an alternative for the 2009 program. (After Meg commented, I had to add that I am not hoping people drop out, it just said in the letter that the reason I was considered an alternative was because people often change schools or change their mind during the waiting period.) So, let’s just hope that enough people change their minds and I get into the 2009 program. We could really put our hopes high, and hope that enough people change and I get in this fall.  I highly doubt that is going to happen. If not, it will be two to three years.  What am I going to do for three years?  I could basically get another degree in that amount of time.  Another upside it that the college I attend is building a brand new biomedical building, scheduled to open this fall.  If that goes on as scheduled, it is supposed to enlarge the class size for any medical related classes.  Cross your fingers. 

I go back to school tonight. I am looking forward to it.  I have a feeling it’s going to be a tough semester.  But then again, I am not even IN the program yet, so I really shouldn’t talk.  I don’t have it bad at all.  I could be like another completely crazy person (perhaps my husband), and take one class that almost equals three times the amount of work from my measly class.  On top of that, he has to volunteer somewhere around 50-60 hours outside of class.  Oh yeah, and we both still work full time.  It should be an interesting semester, so if I disappear for awhile, don’t send a search party.  I will simply be frying my brain, or helping him fry his. 

Growing up, revisited

So, this weekend we hit yet another milestone in our family.  My brother got hitched!! 

I honestly didn’t think it was ever going to happen.  But he found her.  An amazing, beautiful, wonderful woman.  They are truly perfect for eachother.  Not only did he gain a wife, but I gained one of the best friends I’ve ever had. 

It was a beautiful winter wedding, and we all had a wonderful time.

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