Thinking about it.

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Use one word (when possible) to complete the questions below...
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1. Where is your cell phone? charging

2. Your significant other? Rickey

3. Your hair? long

4. Your mother? sweet

5. Your father? heaven

6. Your favorite? huh?

7. Your dream last night? zzzzz...

8. Your favorite drink? tea

9. Your dream/goal? progressing

10. What room you are in? living

11. Your hobby? traveling

12. Your fear? many

13. Where do you want to be in 6 years? undecided

14. Where were you last night? home

15. Something that you aren't? hungry

16. Muffins? mmmmm

17. Wish list item? beachhouse

18. Where you grew up? Macon

19. Last thing you did? tv

20. What are you wearing? clothes

21. Your TV? off

22. Your pets? quirky

23. Friends? issues

24. Your life? challenging

25. Your mood? positive

26. Missing some one? Daddy

27. Car? BMW

28. Something you're not wearing? makeup

29. Your favorite store? Sephora

30. Your favorite color? pink

33. When is the last time you laughed? yesterday

34. Last time you cried? yesterday

35. Who will resend this? unsure

36. One place that I go to over and over? Target

37. One person who emails me regularly? Sandy

38. My favorite place to eat? Cheese Cake Factory

Hey there!
I just want to give a shout-out to my millions one or two or three readers out there. :)
When I started this blog, part of the initial attraction was the little thrill I felt at the thought of having my own audience to view and comment on my writing and my life. Well, at least the parts of my life that I was willing to put on display.
I sort of fancied it somewhat like having my own television show, starring me. Here I could be witty, vulnerable, and even show off some things I'm proud of in my life. I hoped to make some friends along the way. And I have.
The main attraction, though, was truly just having a creative outlet to express myself. A place where the limits were only those I imposed on myself. That's good, because my lack of consistent blogging has caused my readership traffic to dwindle to almost nothing. I think the very thing that appealed to me about having strangers peer into my life has also been a major deterrent from updating...

That being said, I am going to make an effort to blog more often. I am going to put things on here that may or may not be interesting to anyone except me. And I'm going to try not to care about the judgment of others. I do still hope people will stop by and even actually comment sometimes...hint hint.
Regardless, I'm going to blog because it is something I enjoy.
Tune in. See you soon.

Earliest Memories

My earliest childhood memory stems back to when I was an infant, lying in my crib, waiting to be fed. Nah, just kidding. But there is a little story my mother tells me from when I was only a few days or weeks old...
It was time to feed me; I was in my baby bed, screaming my lil lungs out, and she was in the kitchen, sterilizing the bottles and heating the formula for me. My two year old brother ran into the kitchen, saying, "Mama, Mama, baby sisser is cryin'." My mother said, "I'm getting her bottle ready; you go talk to her and keep her company." My brother went to console me, and very soon my wailing diminished. My mom was thinking how sweet and absolutely precious it was that my brother had been able to distract me. She nearly fainted, though, when my brother suddenly came back in the kitchen, proudly carrying me and murmuring loving words of a two year old big brother. I was cooing now; quite content.
Chris had climbed up on a big baby bed with the rail all the way up; had somehow reached in and pulled me out of there (up, over, and down) and carried me across the house and into the kitchen. We have no idea if he dropped me at any point, dragged me, or if he was somehow strong enough to have managed it somewhat smoothly. My mom says I had no visible injuries and that I was no worse for wear. I cringe just thinking about it. :)
I think the real earliest memories I have are from about age three. I remember one house we lived in where I was no more than three; I had a plastic pool out back and I had a big wheel. My dad ran over my big wheel. I still have issues. haha
I remember a house soon after that, when I was still no more than three. It had sliding glass doors in the kitchen and we had a dog named Mike. There was a swing set in the back yard. This was the age when I claimed in all seriousness that The Three Bears had kept me (completely against my will) from coming when my mom called me. I guess I was extremely busy tasting their porridge or something like that.

I resolve to blog more frequently...