Fourth Christmas

Today (erm, yesterday?) was the fourth Christmas I spent as a single mom.
That's a crazy thought to wrap my head around, that I've been coordinating multi family Christmas excursions for my littles.
But it's great.
Because I'm no longer in an emotionally abusive relationship.
I'm no longer lacking confidence or self worth.
I'm no longer having panic attacks thinking he'll leave me alone.

Because it's done. Finished. I walked away from a toxic marriage, hoping time apart would heal what we broke and glued back together, that time would allow the glue to do it's work. But instead, the time apart convinced my husband we should never be together.
And I was devastated. I was alone with two children and a baby on the way, and the center of my universe walked out if it.

But in the years that followed, magic happened. I found who I really was as an adult, and I loved myself. I shed the self doubt and self consciousness and embraced who I was. And who I am is a woman who can raise three kids alone. A woman who knows what she wants and refuses to settle for less. A sensitive woman who will not let the world harden her.
That's who I am today.
Four years ago, I was in this bed, mourning my first Christmas alone.
Tonight I'm in this bed, celebrating the person I am because I'm alone.

Tonight, I'm laying in bed, content with who I am.
Tomorrow morning, I will wake up content with who I am.
It took me 23 years to figure it out, but better late than never.
Right?
I love myself.
And I've never been able to say that before.

Obviously I face insecurities and obstacles of my own making. I'm not freaking perfect.
But I'm pretty awesome, and that's pretty cool.
I'm single. I'm alone. And it's pretty liberating!

A Short Blog Just For the Sake Of Blogging.

To say I've been too busy to blog would be a lie.

I've simply been too lazy.
Unmotivated, I'd say.
Simply unmotivated.

Really, what happens nowadays when I decide to write a blog is this:
I start a facebook status and slowly realize that it is simply too long to be a status.
and then, wow! a blog happens.
crazy, isn't it? :)

so.
today I was driving home from my beloved Mema's house with children in tow, and I discovered something.

There are three things that simply make me want to physically run into vehicles operated by idiots.

these are those three things.

actually none of these things bother me. I just love this movie.

One.

Drivers who do not utilize their FREAKING BLINKER.

seriously, it's there for a reason. So if you start to slow down and there is no blinker I'm like, wait, what's going on here. is there a dog in the road? oh no, not the puppy! OH WAIT YOURE JUST TURNING WHAT YOURE AN IDIOT NO. or if you just drift in and out of lanes. that's wrong too.

Two.

Drivers who do not PULL OVER TO THE SIDE OF THE ROAD WHEN EMERGENCY VEHICLES ARE FLASHING LIGHTS AND WAILING SIRENS AND RUSHING DOWN THE STREET.

If they were dying, or their house was on fire or their child was trapped in a back seat because they were hit by a car that didn't use their blinker, they'd want everyone else to pull over. But since it's not them, they just keep driving. OR EVEN WORSE, THEY JUST STOP IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD. No. you pull over. I pull over. We all pull over. It's basically in every driver's ed handbook ever, come on now.

Three.

Drivers who go exactly the speed limit OR SLOWER in the left lane on the highway.

IT'S FOR PASSING. PASSING. YOU ARE NOT LETTING ME PASS ANYONE, YOU ARE A MISERABLE HUMAN BEING. YOUR REPRODUCTIVE CAPABILITIES SHOULD BE TAKEN FROM YOU BECAUSE YOU ARE THE SCUM OF THE EARTH. IF YOU WANT TO GO THE EXACT SAME SPEED AS THE CAR NEXT TO YOU THEN GET IN FRONT OR BEHIND THEM AND DO IT. DO NOT STOP ME FROM PASSING YOU. 

Of course, this can all be compounded by this awful thing:

When all the stations your car has bookmarked (I mean, what's the correct terminology? I press 6 and a country station plays, 3 and it's oldies...  it's a bookmark, right?) AND I DO MEAN EVERY SINGLE ONE is simultaneously ON COMMERCIAL.

and your CD is scratched. And you forgot your aux cord in your house.

that alone will make anyone sad.

Well, that's all folks!

I Accidentally Went On A Date With A Man in His Sixties

Hey now, for all of you that are freaking out about that title (ahem, Mema) I just want to point out that I did not purposefully date someone nearly three times my age. But the story makes me laugh.

So, tonight, I was meant to have a date to watch a movie called Crimson Peak. However, after purchasing tickets and getting half way through the line to get popcorn, my totally age appropriate date was unable to stay for personal reasons.
But, well, I had a sitter and the tickets were already paid for... So I stayed.

I bought my own popcorn & went to my seat. As I sat down, a man next to me turns to me and asks "Are you expecting company? I think I might have the wrong row."
I shrugged, and simply said "he couldn't make it in, so you're fine" and started watching the previews.
Apparently the conversation wasn't quite over.

He tells me, "His loss. My girlfriend wouldn't come. She watched the trailer and had to close her eyes!" And I said something along the lines of "oh, I didn't watch the trailer." That's when I suspected that I had made a gross mistake. I'm a pansy. I just saw the name "Tom Hiddleston" and said yes...

He says to me "ha! I asked my coworkers to come, and they both said no too, so I'm going it alone."
Oh dear, Christ. I should get up and leave now. But do I? No. No, I laugh! and I settle back into my chair.
He says "Man, I hope I don't scream. It's gonna be good though."
Shit. I make a mental note to watch every movie trailer I ever intend to see ever. Who cares about Tom Hiddleston and his beautiful face. I'm going to die in here.

The movie starts, and he talks through it, but not enough to be annoying. He comments on plot twists and chuckles every time I jump in my seat or gasp. It's great, feels like watching a movie with Kyle. Tylor & Mom are pansies like me.

I only tried to crawl out of my chair once.
But at the end of the movie, he says "Well, we didn't scream." And I laughed, and say "Oh, but I sure did try to run away." and this guy tells me "yeah, I noticed. But hey, thanks for being my date tonight darlin'. I have to watch a scary movie every year around Halloween to make sure I still got it in me."
And I'm thoroughly amused. I wanna be this guy when I grow up

I tell him as we walk out "Well, I'm gonna go home and watch a few hours of Disney princesses before I can go to sleep tonight." and he just laughs the entire way down the hall. He says "you got a good system there girl. Maybe I'll see ya next year."

and awkward Brittany waves and says "I sure hope so!"

I'm just that cool, ladies and gents.

PS. Here's that trailer, if you have no idea what I sat through. 

Oh, Tonight

Tonight I have felt the unending pressure to write something. I climbed into bed at 8:15 and it weighed on my chest, and I have chosen to submit. It's the opposite of writer's block, it's more like... well, the basic instinct to breathe.

I've been reading a lot lately.
By that I mean, I have read 11 trilogies, 5 series and 3 stand alone books in the last three months.
yes, that's right. 53 books in 12 weeks, unless I missed one.
And you see, the problem with reading such great works of art, and do not be mistaken, they are brilliant skillfully crafted pieces, is you have all these great words drifting about in your head. You start to send texts with "acquiesce" and "mediocrity" in them to your mother. You begin to notice that you are completely dissatisfied with monosyllabic words when there are so many greater synonyms to be utilized. You find yourself wondering how to slide words like "plethora" into normal conversation.
It is because of this I write: the parade of particularly pleasant vocables have turned into a palaver of synonyms consistently streaming through my head, begging to be released.
so it will be, tonight.

I am uncertain of what I will be writing about. The obvious choice is the reading material I've been keeping company with/ However, I find that task to be monumental and daunting, considering the mountains of paper I've been making my way through.

I could, perhaps, choose to besmirch a certain two timing trollop... Alas, no. I do not have the patience, nor do I want to sink that low.
But you should know my patience and trust in others has worn thin.

I've toyed around with a singularly splendid writing prompt, however... I haven't completely decided how to piece together the individualized parts of a whole. Possibly in the near future.

I have considered posting a rather morose poem I managed to compose at the height of an anxiety attack, though I have noticed that many people prefer to pretend that all is well with the world and those types of things go largely ignored.

I decided not to write about my children and our adventures tonight, as they are rather well documented on social media. I choose not to disclose my current flirtationship for the opposite reason.

Where does that leave me? With the same mundane posts of the past. 5 Things, Random things, Past events.

But none of those things seem particularly correct for tonight... Oh, tonight. I want to set the world on fire!
Oh wait, no. That's Josh Abbott, not me.

I don't know what to write about tonight. Isn't that funny? I have written hundreds of words but really said nothing, other than I don't know what to write about. Not much has been exceptional, one way or another. Nothing devastating or elating has occurred in the recent past. Nothing extremely exciting or boring will be happening soon.
Well...
Except for HALLOWEEN.
however, I do not have my children for Halloween, and so nothing incredibly exciting will happen then, either.
The fact that I am apathetic about my current situation has become painfully clear to me in the last two minutes.
Lovely.

On that note, since I have nothing particularly invigorating to write, and my computer is pressuring me to update it, I will desist for the evening.

Thank you for reading this notably unnoticeable blog.
I sincerely wish for you all to have a brilliant week.

A Week in the Life of Minerva

Thursday.

The man who hates me put me in a crate and stuck me in the car of some woman. She let me lose in her room and I immediately found my new super secret hiding space. She spent a while looking for me and started looking things up on her phone like "new cat is hiding" and "is it normal for cats to hide for hours." I know, because I can hear her talking to her "okay google."

Friday.

I can hear that woman looking for me. Ha! She opened a can of tuna to lure me out of my super secret hiding place. It'll never happen. I'm a great hider.
PS. She keeps calling me Minerva.

Saturday.

I am really hungry... Oh shit she found my super secret hiding place! Abandon the sock drawer! Run away! She almost scared the shit out of me, since I haven't been able to get to my litter box undetected.

Sunday.

I snuck out early this morning and ate all the tuna & cat food. She never even saw me, because she was sleeping. Maybe later I will allow her to touch me.

Monday.

I let the woman scratch my ears last night. She was so thrilled. Idiot. I tricked her into putting the book down & to scratch me instead. And just for amusement, I bit her hands all night when they stopped scratching me. I don't care that she was sleeping. Oh, and there are loud tiny humans here. Luckily, I found a hole cut into the wall by the plumbers to service the pipes, and I can now navigate my way to under the bathtub. No one can reach me here. Not even those tiny humans.

Tuesday.

I have decided to explore the rest of the house a little more tonight. I snuck out the door while the woman was in the bathroom, hahaha. Later, I met the resident dog at 3 am and was so afraid, I climbed up the air conditioner and ended up in the attic. The dog will never catch me now. Stupid dog.

Wednesday.

I realized today that I cannot get down from the attic. And my woman is trying to tempt me to emerge from my new secret hiding space with wet cat food, but I just can't make it down. I'll keep quiet... for now.

Thursday.

I showed a different taller woman my face to let her know I'm in the attic. She pulled me out of the attic despite my objections of being held. Despite my physical molestation I suffered through, I ate all the cat food and am now being scratched behind the ears again. Even by the tiny humans. They're all suckers.



I'm happily curled up on my woman's chest, preventing her from actually reading the book she's holding. That's all for tonight... or is it?

Tinder

Oh yes, I'm one of the people who unabashedly states that she's on Tinder. It's true.
And I'm freaking hilarious.

Let me tell you, the running dialogue in my head is amusing to say the least. I will ask opinions from people around me (my baby cousin is one of them) and then sit there and swipe left a zillion times in a row.
Why?

Let me tell you reasons I've actually swiped left (said no way)

1.  oh no, your name is not "Big Pimpin"
2. you look like you're twelve
3. why are you holding that fish? Not impressed.
4. ALL OF YOUR PICTURES ARE GROUPS. I DON'T WANT TO PLAY WHERE'S WALDO.
5. your name is Norman
6. why are you taking pictures in the gym. stop it.
7. who are all these women in your pictures?
8. hahaha, it says right here you're actually 17. LIAR.
9. you look homeless
10. you are not cute
11. you look creepy
12. your about me says you're looking for "fun"
13. what does that mean, "a partner in crime but not a partner for life?" No.
14. you have more jewelry on than I do.
15. none of your pictures show me your face
16. you are not heath ledger
17. why are you surfing in every single one of your pictures, we are in the desert
18. you're not even from here.
19. you're old
20. you're dating my friend
21. you're married to my friend's friend.
22. you wrote you're married but looking for fun on your profile
23. my brothers name is Kyle
24. you are shorter than me
25. you're wearing a Cowboys jersey
26. you are taking selfies in front of a floral shower curtain
27. you won't swipe right on me cuz I'm fat.
28. your smile is murder-y
29. you are cuter than me.
30. dang it you're a smoker

reasons why I've swiped right (said okay)

1. oh look you have a cute dog!
2. you are tallllllll
3. riding a horse, yes.
4. look how cute you are with that tiny child!
5. YOU'RE A WHOVIAN
6. I like your shirt
7. you said you just want to buy me tacos and touch my butt.
8. yo,u sir, are driving a jeep
9. your eyes are pretty
10. hahaha you're funny, okay
11. I bet you have a cute butt.
12. Harry Potter marathons? I'm in.
13. you are wearing a bowtie
14. I think you might be a whovian...
15. OMG TATTOOS.
16. I like your hair
17. you're cute
18. I also love Netflix
19. oh man, you look so good with that guitar.
20. cowboy hats are a yes
21. I think you could probably pick me up
22. cheesy pick up line for the win
23. you're reading a book in that picture
24. what does that even mean? okay, I hope we match because I gotta ask you about that.
25. you're British? Why are you in Odessa? Let me love you?
26. hahaha, that's a Will Ferrell Quote
27. you are wearing a tigger costume and that's great
28. you are holding a cat
29. you are holding a CAMERA! We should go shoot together.
30. I just wanna see if you swipe right on me or not.

There you go.

innerworkings of my brain.

love you guys :) 

Pack her One Piece

My daughter is going to lad & lassie camp tomorrow.
Honestly, I have no clue what it is.
I do know that my momma signed her up for it, though.
So earlier this evening, when I was doing laundry my mom told me Xiaden would need her one piece.

Honestly, I don't know where this one piece came from. Probably in a welcome box of hand-me-downs. I put her in it when I can't find her (very tasteful) tankini.
But something struck a cord in me, and my poor mother got the backlash.

Why does my daughter need to wear a one piece?
So I ask my mom, who simply states that it's the rules.
But why? Do the boys have to wear shirts?
Obviously, she didn't know, because Kamden isn't old enough to go to Lad & Lassie camp, so she paid no attention to the boys' rules.
But I, being the difficult child my mother loves and tolerates, am incensed.
My mom tells me its fine, just send her in the two piece & a shirt.

My six year old girl just had a Jurassic World birthday party two weeks ago. I just bought her a dinosaur backpack. Something I knew would raise eyebrows because it's seen as a "boy" thing. Even Kamden tried to tell me it was a "boy" thing. I don't know who taught Kamden the entire "boy" and "girl" things were recognized, but that irked me at the time too. So I calmly explained to him that he can keep playing with the My Little Ponies & watching Princess Sophia even though everyone else thinks they're "girl" things, just like Xiaden can love velociraptors, even though they're "boy" things.
And it was as simple as that.

The only time I told my son anything was a "girl" thing is when he wants to wear bright red lipstick somewhere in public. I let him wear it at home, because he just likes to leave his kissy prints on everyone's cheeks. Just like Xiaden & Rhyssie. But when we go into a grocery store & I'm rocking my red lips, I will either put chapstick on him, or I will kiss his cheek so he's still sporting the red.

That's the only time.

Because I want all of my children to know that they're equal. They're all able to do and like whatever they want.

By telling me to cover up my daughter's bare midriff, you are telling me to hide the swim suit she loves. You are telling me to teach my daughter that she can't show her belly, that it's secret.
By telling me to do this, you are sexualizing a 6 year old girl's body. By telling me to do this, you are showing her that the boys don't have to wear shirts, but she does. By telling me to do this, you are showing my baby girl that her body is inappropriate.
This is where sexism starts. In Kindergarten, apparently.

Other Examples can be found here, here & on google.
I know I sound crazy.
I know they're just the rules.
but I want to know why, precisely, they are the rules.

Thank You.

I have written a dozen different titles to this blog.

two dozen different first sentences.

To say I am scattered is a gross understatement.

I have had a bad day.

A bad week, to be honest.

A bad year, to be melodramatic, which face it, sometimes I am.

Right now, I am. 

And in this blog, this insignificant thing, I want to thank you.

thank you for sticking with me through this.

thank you for forgiving my random breaks of days that turn into weeks that turn into months of silence from this blog.

thank you for rejoicing with me in my happy times

and thank you for consoling me in my worse.

thank you for giving me encouragement when I know I need it.

and even more when I think I don't.

Thank you reading through my anxiety written posts and simply saying nothing because you don't know what else to say.

Thank you for reading through my random things and finding one thing you like about it.

Thank you for being my silent supporters.

But there are people I need to thank directly.

Thank you Shelly, for being the voice of the logical side of my brain.

Thank you Momma, for not judging me for pouring booze into the left over fruit punch. 

Thank you Steffie, for judging me when I need to be judged.

Thank you Mema, for being my pillar.

Thank you Cody, for still making fun of me when I cry because you know how embarrassed I am for crying in the first place.

Thank you Jenna, for searching for jobs for me when I didn't have time to do it myself.

Thank you Destiny, for buying me that salad last Wednesday,

Thank you Auntie Ran, for being my reading buddy,

Thank you Katie, for being a single mom with me and understanding my plight. 

Thank you Kyle, for being all protective-y even though I hate it, because I know you care even though you'd punch me every single time you saw me... if you could.

Thank you Anderson, for actually caring. (Shut up Shelly.) 

Thank you Tylor for babysitting when I just need to go to the store with out my kids.

Thank you Justin, for being the most accepting person I've ever met.

Thank you Shayne, for giving me my family and the opportunity to become my own person.

Thank you Jonathan, for giving me Xiaden.

Thank you Bi Sheng, for inventing the printing press.

Thats it for now, I think. I know half the people I've thanked won't read this. The other half will read it and think "aw" but they still won't know how much I need(ed) them.

And I do need them. Because I am having a bad day.

On bad days, I remind myself of what is good.

and today, you are all the good.

and I am good.

and we're all alright.

Thank you all for being exactly who you are.

Even if you are a little weird

that one time I accused Shelly of hating circle food.

 Shelly: like grapes.
Me: ...
Shelly: Green grapes.
Me: ...
Shelly: Mashed.
Shelly: And aged.

Shelly: ...

Shelly: It's wine. I like wine.
Shelly: I like pepperonis!
Me: No tomatoes. No olives. No kiwi.
Shelly: Olives are like ovals. 

Me: Not when you cut them up.

Shelly: Potatoes are round!

Me: No potatoes can be shaped like... Australia or something. (Click those links, I dare you.)

and we lost it at Australia.

I really should start wearing one of those eye glasses cameras that exist so I can capture the magic of the moments I spend with this freak.

I'm just saying.

Comedy gold.

I am just honestly too lazy to write a blog so that's what you're getting tonight.

5 THINGS!

Yaaaaaaaaaaaaay a 5 things blog.

You know, when I tell you 5 things I like.
It's good fun.
Shall we start? Fantastic!

1. This eyeliner

I'm telling you, this shizz is magic. Goes on beautifully, stays on all day. It's amazing. I like it way better than liquid eyeliner & pencils seem to fade after a few hours. plus, this stuff is like 3 dollars. I got mine from a 7-11. Lol. It's my favorite :D

2. These bridesmaid dresses

I already told shelly she's gonna be rocking one. <3  I'll have my imaginary wedding in winter just so all of my friends will wear the long shinny dresses

3. This video

the song is so catchy! I love it. And all the stupid cute people. UGH they're so cute I CAN'T STAND IT.

4. These books

OMG they're so good. I didn't think I'd like them and sometimes I just wanted to shake girlfriends head off. But its alright. I just bought the next one. 

5. This tattoo <3

I mean.... It's so pretty. And it makes sense! 

KIK

I meet people on various apps (meet me, tinder, whisper, etc) and I use kik to talk to them. I talk to people all over. actually. Itally, England, Scotland, Canada, Iowa. Kik is an internet texting app, so I don't have to give them my number and I maintain privacy. Good fun.

Until someone posts your ID on a sex website and you get literally 83 pictures of penises from around the globe. It was insane.

I don't understand what that person gained from doing that.
I mean... satisfaction? I think not. It was overwhelming and slightly hilarious. Especially my comments back to them. I am quite witty and clever ;) Some of them immediately apologized. Some guys never responded. Some struck up casual conversation, as if I had not seen their naughty bits moments earlier.
This isn't the first time this has happened.

but hey, if you just enjoy screwing with me for the sake of screwing with me, you should know... it doesn't work :)

I suggest you give it up, though.
Because eventually I'll figure it out, and as I have stated before...
I'm witty and clever.

I Failed My First Class

I think I have been fantastically successful in juggling my first year of college and work and three kids and insanity.
I failed my first class, though.
Math. In case you were wondering.
anyone surprised?
well, lets think,

The last math class I took was 7 years ago.
I started with business math.
at 8AM
where there were a ton of things I had never even heard of before
and I went to North Carolina and returned to a test over the content I had missed.
there were only 5 tests.
so only 5 grades.
then the final.
so.... that sucks.
when I found that the final was 25% of our grade.
I did the math & I would have needed a 125 on the final just to get a 70 in the class
you do the math & I'm sure you'll find there was no way in the world that I could have made any where near a 100.

so I failed that pretty terribly...
other than that I passed everything!

Midland College may be offering Sign Language 3 next semester so I might do that :) I'm on the job hunt, too. So I am completing my FAFSA & signing up for a couple on line classes. Hopefully I find a new job. If not, then I'll sign up for day classes too. good fun.

That's all for now :)

Okay. I'm just really freaking lazy.

Here, I wrote this blog for work. It's pretty applicable to all yall, too, right?

Check it out.

I think that should count.
kbye.

So last month I went to North Carolina

I wrote about it here...

but I didn't talk too much about it all.
I had to sit next to my boss for many many hours.
I ate a looooot of good food.
I hung out in more bars then I knew existed in Raleigh.
I met some really kick ass guys.
Experienced some interesting cocktails
Learned a lot.
A LOT.
Because there were 16 hours of classes.
I took like 20 pages of notes.
and I didn't spend a penny.
it was lovely.
but not so much for my momma, who was here with my kids. lol.

we're all friends on facebook. Seriously, I think we were all friends by the time my plane landed back in Midland.

Rhys's party that was.. two months ago.

I am aware that I am slacking.
I'm also apathetic about this. What is the point, really? None of you (except Katie) comment, or give input. I'm not even really certain who cares. I'm "Dear Diary-ing" my blog, and so much has happened that I'm in overload. But... this is my blog. Mine. And if you don't care about it, well that's not my problem. I'ma write when I wanna write and you can read when you wanna read? ya dig?

Cool.
So.
This is a picture blog from Rhyssie girl's party.

Enjoy...

color display for a coloring party

color cake with color crayons.

ps, I ordered this exact cake from Walmart & HEB

HEBs was uglyyyyy. This is walmarts. Sorry HEB.

color cupcakes.

ps, these were round two after Kam tried to help me with checking out and dropped them. The sweet walmart lady who was actually baking whipped these up pronto. She's the real MVP.

pictures everywhere!

and colors everywhere

color cups <3

noise makers and hats...

and shrinky dinks!

presents! 

coloring blocks, posters & books

finger painting

there was also a color house available.

Rhyssie visited everyone :) 

she had fun

cake cake cake!

she's so stinking cute <3

until tomorrow, loves!

It's Been a While

The taste of being back is sweet.

Things you can expect from me in the next couple of weeks:

1. Rhys's birthday party pictures.

2. My trip to North Carolina

3. College life

4. HACK'D

5. a 5 things blog.

6. How I'm irrationally angry

However, today we will be talking about...

Gophers. 

oh yes. because I have friends that are just stupidly hilarious that make stupid faces with me and do stupid things with me and talk about stupid things with me like talk about why gophers are their favorite animal.

Actually, I should revise my statement. I believe the quote went something along the lines of "if they burrow and pop out of the ground, I just love them." This extends the favoritism to meerkats, prairie dogs, possibly rabbits, ground hogs, ground squirrels, and chipmunks.

let the record show that this is what a gopher looks like

This is the stuff of nightmares.
Let's take a moment here, and judge the unnamed friend who loves gophers.
...
...
...
...
...
are we done? Great.

meerkats are cuter

I mean, look!

okay, I will admit they're animated but Disney did such a good job!!!

and as far as gophers go?

winnie the pooh, that's it.

Did a gopher help the one true king take his rightful spot on Priderock??

hmmmm.

I think this anonymous friend should change her favorite animal. Meerkats are totally cooler.

thaaaaaaaaaanks.

5 things!

I had a brilliant blog idea last night when I was in bed.
When I woke up I had forgotten about it... which sucks for both of us.
I like writing, and I'm pretty okay at it. I like writing things well, and I'm sure you like reading well written things. Unfortunately, as of late I have been flaky as far as my writing skillz are concerned.

So, today we're going to a 5 Things blog, since I haven't done one in a while.

Things I recommend to you <3

1. Vampire Academy Series
okay, the movie was admittedly terrible, but the books are really really good. I discovered them... three years ago? Maybe four, I can't remember. But I generally pull them out once a year and reread them, because they are brilliant. Read them. If you don't, I won't judge you. I may pity you though.

2. These Laptop Skins
If you have a laptop go here. All the things are pretty. I love pretty things. Make your laptop pretty. I bought...

...this one back in August ♥

3. Living360 Organics

I keep drinking organic things... and I keep loving them.

me today :)

4. This Perfect Video..!

guys, just watch it. I love love love love Tom Hanks and this just makes my heart so happy.

5. My Face.

yes. I recommend my own face to you. Look at me. I'm staring into your soul. Feel free to set me as your phone lock screen or whatever. ;D

in case I don't write another blog, I'm pretty sure I passed my math test this morning, I think my speech teacher hates me & I'm taking my kids to watch Home & Cinderella this weekend!

oh...

AND RHYSSIE'S PARTY!

:D

Camera Love

well since (almost) all of you suck at blog suggestions (yes, all of you except Katiebird, because guess what? blogger gives me a count of how many people read each blog. Just so ya know. I know you're there!!! *insert crazy eyes here*) I have decided to share with you my weekend.

Friday

we went to the drive in to watch Insurgent

(it was really pretty okay for a book adaptation)

Saturday

we played in the rain

it was very wet.

Sunday

we played in the beaaaaaaaaaaaaaaautiful weather outside.

Seriously, weather doesn't get much better than that.

thats all folks!