Don’t stop the music, no matter what!
When you stumble, make it part of the dance. –Suzy Toronto
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A word to the wise
Category: A bit of fun
New year, new features!
So tomorrow we start another year. Can you believe how fast 2014 flew by? I know I can’t. I’m sure it just began yesterday, didn’t it?
But with the new year, I’ve decided to do something new here on my shiny, pretty blog. There’s this calendar that I saw a while back, called “When You Stumble, Make it Part of the Dance” by Suzy Toronto, and it had some of the neatest sayings on it, one for each month. Some of them inspired me, some of them made me laugh, but all of them made me want to share with all of you. I’ll share one calendar quote the first of every month, and I hope you’ll enjoy it as much as I did.
If you’d like to get a copy for yourself, check out Ms. Toronto’s website. She’s got lots of great stuff for sale, and if I ever win the lotto, I’ll be tempted to buy one of everything she’s got up. 🙂
In the meantime, I hope you stay safe this New Year’s Eve, and may 2015 bring you and yours nothing but the best. Happy New Year!
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Book blogger confessions
Fantasy Angel over at the Avid Reader Blog tagged me in this fun little game and, since I have nothing better to do (okay, I do, but I’m procrastinating) right now, here be my answers:
Which book did you most recently not finish?
Uhhh…I don’t understand the question.
Which book is your guilty pleasure?
I know not of this guilt of which you speak. The only guilt I experience about reading is when I’m too busy reading to do other things, like clean the house or work on my own books.
Which book do you love to hate?
Twilight. No, I’ve never read it, but I did see the movie, and it just wasn’t for me. I’ve heard that it’s not good, but having never read it, I cannot attest to the veracity of that rumor. Also, Fifty Shades of Gray. Haven’t read that one either. Have no desire to.
That said, if you love these books, then read them proudly. Lord knows people should read more…
Photo 365 #34
Our annual family photo book arrived today, a day earlier than I’d expected. So to celebrate, here’s a picture from said album:
Cricket riding Daddy around the room proved easier to capture than a nice picture of everyone in front of the Christmas tree.
I use Blurb to create these books each year, and the quality is fantastic. (This is in no way a promotional post; I’m just really happy with the quality of their products.) I ordered the first one for our first wedding anniversary as a way to document the first year of our marriage; I wish I’d captioned those pictures, but I didn’t really get into the different layout designs and caption options until the following year. I looked through the 2013 book this afternoon after it arrived and was surprised by how much I’d forgotten about the events of last year, and how much the kids had changed.
Every time we take a picture that comes out particularly hilarious now, we tell the kids it’s going in the book. Of course, with Miss Tadpole the reigning Queen of the Funny Face and Cricket and Thumper hamming it up at every opportunity, that means I have my work cut out for me when it comes to choosing which pictures make the cut and which ones don’t. Still, it’s a lot of fun making these books, and the kids love looking through them year after year.
Do you do anything like this in your family?
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When I’m nervous…
My fabulous friend Charnele tagged me last week to share a little about some of my nervous tics. I don’t think I have a whole lot of nervous habits, but there are a few that spring immediately to mind:
- I clam up. I’m shy by nature and have a hard time initiating conversations with people I don’t know well (and occasionally with those I do know well).
- I fidget. I play with my hands, my wedding ring, or my hair. I adjust my clothes. I cross my arms. You get the picture.
- I chew my cheeks or lips. I do this instead of clenching my jaw, but sometimes that happens, too.
- Hot flashes…I have them. I have them even when I’m not nervous, but they seem to hit especially hard when I’m nervous about something.
- I sweat. It’s an extension of the hot flashes, but one I’m rather self-conscious about.
What about you? Do you do anything in particular when you’re nervous?
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Photo Friday: A musical flashback
Today’s Photo Friday theme is music. I don’t really have many pictures of music, so I decided to share a blast from the past:
The mysteries of the English language
Today, I’m happy to host Vyas Muralidharan, who I met through WordPress’s Blogging 201 challenge back in April. A member of the Literature Blogging Buddy Circle and the Writer’s Guild: By LBSquared, he sent me a post on the history of English that I found quite intriguing. I hope you’ll enjoy it!
I’m not going to bother introducing myself. I live where there are mountains, I like to write, and you should go visit my site. Now, to the topic at hand: English, the dialect of the Anglo people, and what some Republicans call the most American language. (Actually, that would probably be Inuktitut, but whatever.)
The history of this great language begins at the fall of the Roman Empire (or at least, the end of the Roman presence in Britannia), when they left behind all their roads, but not much of their Latin language. In 450 AD, the Germanic tribes of Angles and the Saxons (who became Anglo-Saxons) arrived in Britannia. Anglo-Saxons spoke what we know as Old English.
Anglo-Saxon was a Germanic language from the Indo-European family, meaning it can trace its roots back to Sanskrit and Greek. When the Romans left, they didn’t leave much of their language. Old English to the rescue! It had words that we still use today. But don’t let that fool you. The common people of today wouldn’t be able to decipher the language. This is what Old English looked like:
Photo Friday guilt
So, today’s theme is guilty pleasures. Since I’ve been über busy this week and didn’t have time to appropriately photograph my guilty pleasure, please enjoy this alternate shot:
I’ll admit it: I love the Backstreet Boys (see top left tape). I love ‘N SYNC. I love 98°. And I retroactively love the Spice Girls (meaning I hated them when they were popular and I love them now). I don’t care how cheesy the music is or how awful their music videos are (“Backstreet’s Back,” anybody?), I can’t help but smile whenever these songs start to play. And since these tunes influenced so many of my stories in high school, they will always have a soft spot in my heart.
How about you – what are your guilty pleasures?
Don’t forget to visit Charnele’s blog to find out what her guilty pleasure is!
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Movie night!
That’s right, last night I got to go to a movie. With my husband! A real, actual date! It was awesome!
Our local theater does a membership drive each year, where for $30 you can buy a pass to see movies for free on Monday nights. If you spend $60, you get to see them on Mondays or Tuesdays. We opted for the two-night pass, and it’s been wonderful. The movies at our local theater aren’t overly expensive anyway, but it’s still nice to support local business this way. Anyway, we went to see Moms’ Night Out, and it was easily the funniest movie I’ve seen in ages.
From IMDb:
All Allyson and her friends want is a peaceful, grown-up evening of dinner and fun – a long-needed moms’ night out. But in order to enjoy high heels, adult conversation, and food not served in a bag, they need their husbands to watch the kids for a few hours … what could go wrong?
And now…
Full sprawl. How feline. 🙂
…further proof that my son is a bipedal cat:
This morning I was awakened by the sound of Thumper taking down the baby gate from his bedroom doorway. (I really don’t know why I bother putting it up anymore since he knows how to take it down, but I do. Maybe it’s for those extra few seconds I gain in which to prepare myself for battle with a two-year-old.) He tiptoed through the hall, barged into our room, and climbed into bed next to me, where he sat on all fours and stared at me, grinning from ear to ear, his nose about an inch from mine.
When I finally opened my eyes to acknowledge his presence, he whispered, “Time to get up!”
If cats could talk, surely they’d say something similar. And this, my friends, is why I am on my second 2L bottle of Diet Dr. Pepper. The first one was gone by noon.
If you’ve got a cute kid story, share it below! I could use a little cuteness on this dreary Friday afternoon.
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