I don’t golf. Let me rephrase, Justin hasn’t taught me how yet. I feel like his patience level isn’t high enough to handle it. So as I write this I am following J around the gold course watching him golf while I work on my tan. News flash. It’s hot. The one thing I keep thinking about, “watch out for snakes” he says. I’m sorry. WHAT?! Would you mind repeating yourself? So now not only do I have to make sure I don’t get hit by a rogue golf ball, fall into a ditch, or trip over a hole, I have to make sure I don’t step on a snake.…
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#Challenge.
I have a rant inside me and it needs to come out. I’m sure many of you have seen at least one of the #challenges that are out there. There are some that are good, like the #22Kill which helped bring awareness to the fact that about 22 military veterans commit suicide every day. You do 22 push-ups every day for 22 days. I had a friend on Facebook do it and she was inspiring, considering I could barely do one. I didn’t actually do the challenge, I just watched the videos. The#IceBucketChallenge was to raise awareness and money for ALS. One of the problems with it was that a…
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4 Days.
It has been a busy week, at work and at home. On Wednesday my sisters and their families rented a cabin at Milford Lake for a couple of days and rented a boat. We had a delicious lunch of Arby’s!!!! (I love Arby’s) and then we headed out to the lake after work. We did some tubing, my sister skied, and my brother-in-law wake-boarded (not sure on the spelling of that). It was a blast! However, every muscle in my body still hurts, but it was so much fun! Then on Thursday night they all came over to our apartment to eat some pizza and use our pool. 6 adults…
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I Am Not Ashamed.
Secrets. There are so many secrets that people have. I don’t believe that anyone is completely honest, everyone has something to hide. I am tired of hiding. Tired of lying to people, trying to act like something I’m not. It look a long time to realize this, but I am awesome. I am amazing. I am unique. Weird. Quirky. I am me. I am who I am and no one is able to change that except for myself. I only hope that I grow stronger and wiser as I get older. I have many, many secrets. One of which is that I used to hate myself. I was very cold…
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Happiness.
Happiness is something that so many people are in search of. One thing that I love about myself is that it does not take much to make me happy. Think about it. The world is all about the next big thing, buying the newest toys, the coolest clothes and shoes. Here is a small list of the small things that bring me happiness. If you are ever feeling down, just try one. Plain vanilla ice cream cone New fingernail polish A short nap A hug Having a friend over to watch a movie Listening to a super fun up-beat song (for me it’s I Just Had Sex by The Lonely…
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Sunflower State Games 2016.
We spent all day Saturday in Topeka at the Sunflower State Games 2016. It was hot. Hot. Hot. Hot. He played his first game at noon. It was hot, but it wasn’t bad. Sadly, he lost the first Match 6-3, 6-0. He tried hard, but it was the first game he had played since last year and he didn’t have a lot of chances to practice, what with the move and all that. I don’t think I normally sweat as much when I exercise as I did watching that match. Holy cow. So much sweat. His aunt and uncle, who are excellent tennis players (I have heard), came to watch…
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Google Feud.
There is this fun game someone discovered today called GoogleFeud.com. It’s a blast. It’s fantastic. It is a complete time suck, almost as bad as Facebook. You choose a category, either Culture, People, Names, or Questions. It’s basically family feud, but with google. You have to fill in the spots with how you think google would autocomplete something. There are some quite creepy answers out there. For example: Yes. Poor people should eat their babies and then die. What the hell? This is what is wrong with the world. This is real. If you google The Poor Should…these are what will pop up. What is wrong with people? Seriously. I…
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4th of July.
The 4th of July. It’s a great holiday, not just because it’s a day off work, but because of what it stands for. Freedom, and freedom isn’t free. I remember the first time I had any sort of interaction with PTSD. It was a couple years ago at my hometown firework show. We were standing there watching the flashes and listening to the booms, when I turned around to see him throwing up in the nearest trashcan. That was when I realized what fireworks do to veterans. They can send them back to hell in a second. Please keep that in mind during this time of year while you are…
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In-Laws.
I met my in-laws a year ago at this time. I was terrified. I wanted them to like me, and for me to like them. I thought I would just be meeting his parents and maybe an aunt and uncle. Instead, I met basically EVERYONE. Parents, three aunts, two uncles, two sets of grandparents, one great grandma, and some cousins. I think that’s everyone. Yup. I about peed my pants. I was so nervous. Everything went fine, like I pretty much knew it would, but there is always that doubt in the back of your mind that your boyfriends mom will hate you. I got so lucky. I always said I…
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One Ring…
We (mostly my man) are nerds. Geeks. Whichever one you like. I enjoy video games on a mild level. My husband lives for them. Also, Star Wars (the old trilogy and the brand new, not the trilogy in the middle), Lord of the Rings, The Hobbit, and GAME OF THRONES!! The J-Dawg (I’m still working on what to refer to my husband as) read my first post and came up with this fun little ditty in response. Three blogs for days gone by, Seven for reasons unknown to all, Nine more because she was too shy, One for the rest of posts to fall. In the Little Apple where Wildcats…