I was 7 years old once.

 

I’m pretty sure I wasn’t 7 here, but I didn’t feel like scanning more pictures.

 

Today I was going through my closet and found my journal. I had this short-lived “journaling or having a diary is so cool” stage. I think I wrote in it 15 times in my life.

I wrote strange little things like,

“My favoritE food is chockolote.”   The ‘E’ on favorite was scribbled in later.

“School is peachey.”    I don’t think I knew what “peachey” meant.

“My brother is sassy.”

“My cat is Sally she likes peaple.”

“Once I went to kingsdemen it was swell as can be.”      I meant Kings Dominion.

“My brother smells like a turkey. hehheheeeheh.”   I guess I thought I was funny. I want to know when I smelled a turkey.

“I have a sister she looks like me but we arent twins at all.”

 

And my absolute favorite, I actually laughed out loud at this one:

“I do not understand the world. I do not understand my life.”

100 things that make me happy.

 

So a while back I made a list of things that annoyed me, so now I am making a list  of 100 things that make me happy!

 

In no particular order:

1. Laughing babies
2. The cold side of the pillow.
3. Candles that smell really good.
4. Frozen lemonade
5. Warm clothes, right out of the dryer.
6. Comfy shorts.
7. Pictures with awesome shadows.
8. Thunderstorms
9. Random facts
10. Television shows about sharks
11. Disneyworld
12. Christmas music
13. Smells of Christmas
14. Good movies
15. Knee high socks in the winter.
16. Photography
17. Making something that turns out well.
18. Tea.
19. Family
20. Friends
21. Sleeping in
22. Finally being able to play a song on the piano.
23. Flip flops
24. Sweatshirts
25. Dr. Quinn episodes
26. My dog, Doug.
27. Burt’s Bees Pomegranate chapstick.
28. Being able to understand when someone says something in Spanish.
29. When babies rub their eyes because they are tired.
30. Teeny tiny baby shoes.
31. When the plane’s “Seatbelt on” light comes on before landing, because I know the flight is almost over.
32. Making desserts.
33. Buying clothes that are marked way down.
34. Beating a level of Angry Birds.
35. Watching musicals.
36. Warm summer days (but not blazing hot)
37. The Sound Of Music soundtrack.
38. Pictures of myself as a baby.
39. Putting on tacky makeup for pictures.
40. Doing my hair in strange ways for pictures.
41. Waking up and smelling bacon.
42. Walking barefoot in soft grass.
43. Pictures of baby elephants.
44. Perfectly understanding a math concept.
45. Long showers.
46. Wearing new clothes for the first time.
47. Finding forgotten money in my pocket.
48. Friends who are just as strange as myself.
49. Not having to touch raw chicken
50. Hearing people say intentionally dumb things like, “It’s SNOW cold outside…” (*cough* Anna *cough*)
51. When total cost at stores comes out to an exact dollar amount.
52. Sundresses
53. Snow flurries
54. Using lots of blankets in the winter.
55. Laughing
56. Easter Dinner
57. Days when I have nothing at all to do and nowhere to go.
58. This:
59. Falling asleep to the sound of rain on the window
60. Summer evenings with a breeze.
61. The beginning of spring.
62. Pretending my dog is Simba and holding her like Rafiki held Simba.
63. Knowing random facts about tv shows like behind the scenes stuff and just random ‘fun facts.’
64. The smell of cucumbers.
65. Accidentally taking a picture that turns out really good.
66. Getting a camera back from the camera doctor.
67. Making stupid videos.
68. Shampoo that smells great
69. Getting thank you notes.
70. Picking raspberries (and then making stuff with them)
71. Pretty icicles.
72. Waterfalls
73. Doing stupid self portraits.
74. The Cosby Show on Netflix instant
75. The last performance of a play.
76. Iced coffee
77. Polka dots
78. Comfy shoes. (toms!)
79. Old photographs
80. Soda machines that are cheaper than usual.
81. This certain picture of a person at the beach.
82. Doing something/helping someone, and seeing the difference.
83. Colgate Wisps.
84. Guatemala
85. Waking up and then realizing you have another hour to sleep
86. Swings
87. Having a totally clean room (doesn’t happen too often……)
88. Mowing
89. Saying “tongue” over and over and laughing at how dumb it sounds.
90. The colors purple and yellow together.
91. When the brother says things like, “you are like the king and all those other people are like little chipmunks.”
92. Air conditioning
93. Sharpies.
94. Adding vanilla to recipes that don’t call for it.
95. Being completely comfortable somewhere.
96. Sounds of the ocean
97. When Autocorrect writes the right thing instead of some long word you’ve never heard of.
98. Staying in a beach house.
99. Coke in a glass bottle.
100. Seeing other people genuinely smiling or being happy.

 

The End!

I’m a horrible blogger.

 

It has been 25 days since I last blogged. I know, it’s bad. I am sure that you all have been laying on the floor and wailing like whales because you can’t read the random things I post. That or you hadn’t really noticed I had been slacking….that is probably more likely.

I am going to blame the fact that I haven’t blogged on the fact that my camera’s shutter button broke. My poor little camera is now at the camera doctor though, so don’t worry, he’ll be okay.

 

Anyways, lately, I’ve been feeling like a craftanista (I just made that word up, like right off the top of my head) so I went and ripped apart a few old/ugly shirts that I never wear and made:

 

Nice hair in this one, I know.

 

This one is my favorite.

 

I don’t know if I like this thing or not, It’s like a scarf/necklace thing..made out of strips of fabric…I don’t know….

 

ANYWAYS! I made a bunch more but you are probably tired of looking at pictures of headbands, of course if you did get tired of it you might not even be reading this because you quit reading before you got here. hmm.

 

And now, for the girl scout pledge (modified): On my honor, I will try to serve God and my country, to help people at all times, and to blog more often...

Day 8 of 30 days of photos.

 

I’m sort of failing at doing this whole 30 days of photos thing.

Yeah.

Anyways, Day 8 was a bad habit.

The cracking of the knuckles. Here’s my shout out to the brother for cracking his knuckles for the camera.