Isn't that the the cutest picture ever? When I was in high school I found a tiny little palm sized book. It was full of photos, poems and quotes about kissing. The words are from that book. The images are from searching Bing. The Kiss: A romantic treasury of photographs and quotes
That inevitable first kiss-the sweetest stolen kiss-a kiss of farewell: each a moment that we long to preserve, a single spark or a promise that, even in memory, heats the blood and fires the imagination.The heart can discern so many kinds of kisses: from the pivotal first peck to the hungry warm urgency that punctuates a tryst. A kiss is a singular bond, a crystallized moment that embodies the relationship of the kisser to the kissed. In a world where words are easily misconstrued, kisses are eloquent. Soft and reassuring as butterscotch, a kiss nourishes and warms the soul. It is a confection that never grows tiresome. And lives in memory.Talking about kissing is like humming about fire. Words are insufficient to describe the experience. Still we try, because kissing is an experience that must be shared.
This last pic is one hot kiss and also a great book!
An entire squad stunt routine involving a liberty tick tock. I know they make it look like a piece of pie but a liberty tik-tok is hella hard ya'll. HELLA HARD! This simply emphasizes the fact that this squad was, hands down, the best. Simply x The Best!
Samantha reminded me that there are videos out there of the good old cheerleading days! I'll be posting them to the blog.
This video is of the squads final evaluation at cheerleading camp in 2007. They were the BEST squad I had the pleasure of coaching. I mean freakin' fantastic!!!!
Awesome right?!?! And this was at the beginning of it all. They just got better and better.
The playlist of my life. You may have noticed that I've added music to my page. These songs are not at all my current favorites. They are songs that describe my life. Songs that mean something to me.
I used to watch Ally MacBeal when it was on and the episode titled Theme of Life talked about having a personal theme song that would play in your head. Ever since then I've had my own theme songs. They've changed over the years as I have.
1. Sir Mixalot - Baby Got Back: All through middle school I rocked this theme song. I have a large booty. This made me feel better about it. 2. Rob Zombie - Living Dead Girl: One summer we listened to this cd over and over. It was awesome! 3. Pink - 18 Wheeler: Pretty much all through high school I used this song. I was angry and sad a lot. It was a good pick me up. 4. Kelly Clarkson - Breakaway: As fun as things were I didn't belong where I was. I was trying to find my niche. 5. Blue County - Good Little Girls: After I met Justin. Let's just say I've been having fun ever since.
7. Justin Timberlake ft. TI - My Love: When we first started dating Justin sang me this song every time it came on the radio. It was silly sweet and takes me back every time I hear it. 8. All American Rejects - Gives You Hell: Right before I started taking my crazy pills. I was so pissed off at many people. I would belt out this awesome number and sing it with conviction! Plus, the music video is hilarious. 9. Nickleback - Figured You Out: Justin and I agree this should have been our wedding song. 10. Ingrid Michaelson - The way I am: I love Justin. 11. Demi Lovato - This Is Me: This is my present theme song. It makes me happy and reminds me to not only be myself but love it!
I'll probably be changing the music playing on my blog from time to time. Just because it gets annoying to hear the same thing over and over. Not that that would be a problem for my millions of followers... riiiiiiight... but I view this blog a lot so for my sanity it'll change every now and then.
It seems some people are having issues trying to comment on my posts. Pay attention and I'll walk you through the steps. It is quite simple really.
1. Read the post 2. Click "Comment" at the bottom of the post. 3. Type your comment into the big white-ish box 4. Sign in using one of the options. 5. Click "Post Comment" button 6. Verify you are a human by passing the little typing test. 7. Ta-daa!!! You posted a comment!!
Most of that, everyone gets. The tricky part is step #4. I usually have no idea who "anonymous" is. It would be really great if people would leave their names. To do this, right above "anonymous" is "Name/URL". I know it looks scary with the URL part but don't worry! I'll talk you through it.
After you click on "Name/URL" a new little window pops up. Type your name (or any nickname you'd like to use) in the top line.
In the bottom line you can: A) Leave it blank. In this case you are done and can click "Post Comment" and move on to the verify human stage.
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B) Copy and paste a link to your website. Whether it's a personal website, blog, Facebook page, etc.. Since I know many of you use Facebook to get here I'll talk about that one.
Open another tab or window on your computer and go to Facebook. Log into your account. Go to your profile page. Copy all that junk in the address bar. What you just copied is called your Facebook URL. Now go back to where your blogging comment is. Paste your Facebook URL into the URL section. Yay!! You just linked me to your Facebook page so I know who you are!!! Congratulations!
Told you it was a piece of pie. I like pie. It has mad ninja skills over cake.
Likened to Yoda a poem can be. For words we twist make a vision unseen. Tangled and stretched, the words, they are. You understand the concept but getting there? Bizarre.
Bwahaha! this popped into my head while I was trying to come up with a poem today. I hope it cracks you up like it did me. Shall we break it down? I think we shall!
Likened to Yoda a poem can be. - A poem can be very similar to the way quirky Yoda talks.
For words we twist make a vision unseen. - Poetry should create a picture. Good, bad or ugly; a picture all the same. It should emote feelings in the reader. A person could consider poetry to be just as inspiring as art hanging on the wall. For the two should evoke similar emotions when absorbed by whomever happens by. To get to the point; poetry creates images in your head. The one on your shoulders. (Or the one down yonder if it's a naughty poem. I may share one of those if I'm feeling frisky.)
Tangled and stretched, the words, they are. - Instead of using the easiest words to get the point across, inspire! Use words that people will feel. Instead of "good" perhaps "radiant" or "delicious". For "bad" what about "dirty" *wink wink* or "malicious". Also, you can mix words around so the cadence of the poem is smooth.
You understand the concept but getting there? Bizarre. - This is the best line EVER! Haha! I'm just teasing you. I like poems where you may not understand everything the writer has penned but you get the just of it. Then upon further inspection, like maybe they will break down the poem for you? You can see into their thought process and understand why they chose to write things the way they did. If Yoda and Gollum Smeagol got busy and had a baby I bet it would look a lot like cute Dobby. What do you think?
Mom, don't come any closer. I swear I'm not doing anything. No! Don't touch. These are mine.Oh Mommy, you are so silly! Quit making me laugh. Ok, go away now.Appa sure is waiting patiently for nothing Jasper.I have no idea what you mean Mommy. Aha! I caught you!So much for not feeding Appa people food.
*Note: These pics were taken about two months ago. Appa is much bigger now and Jasper has more teeth.
Aunty Stephanie bought the three Wuzzles books in a garage sale that sold most of my Grandmas things. :( That was the most depressing garage sale I've ever been to in my life. All of the things I loved and remembered growing up. Christmas decorations, everyday what-nots, childhood books, dishes, dolls, ceramics...the list goes on and on. All of it was out in her giant paved parking area with price tags. We ended up getting a bear that's making Xmas toys and a huge train set. Every Christmas it would circle the tree. Every Christmas. It was awful to see strangers looking at these memories and buying them up. Like I said, Depressing with a capital "D". It wasn't even Grandma's parking area anymore. Nope, she no longer lives there. It was a horrible day.
Justin saw me looking at the train set, picked it up and said, "I'm getting this." We were in a hard spot for money but he didn't even let me question it. Just picked it up and said it was done; this is ours now.
Jasper will grow up with memories of it circling our Christmas tree just like I did. All the kids in our family whether it's Jasper's brothers, sisters or cousins will grow up with it during Christmas time just like we did. The cute bear will always go up with the season and be a reminder of great family traditions and times.
Even if a parking area full of memories was thoughtlessly overlooked and deemed unimportant to some. I'm glad to be able to carry on the tradition and make it so much more with my family.
About two months overdue but oh well. Jasper's birthday party was a success! It was Spongebob themed. You can see the kick butt cake in the upper corner of the table.Family and friends showed up and the house was packed. Talk about stressful for Mommy.A list of some of the people and gifts: Mommy and Daddy- a four wheeler and a Cars helmet. Grandma Gina and Grandpa Steve- a swingset that he LOVES and can not stay off of. Grandpa Pete and Grandma Valerie- a ginormous puffy red blow up ball that he can climb in.Grandma Debbie- a Spongebob kite. Aunty Sam, Uncle Wade and Cousin Kaidynce- a toy that looks like a garage and the cars go down a spiral. They got you something else too but I don't remember. I'm sure you love it Jasper! Aunty Stephanie- My favorite gift was from Steph. She gave him three Wuzzles books that I grew up with.* WUZZLES!!!
I love those books and characters.
Steph also made his birthday cake. It was Spongebob! His smash cake was a crabby patty. Oh the cuteness was too much! He got tons of toys and clothes. I'm sure they'll all remind me what I forgot to mention. The important part is that Jasper is playing with everything that he got for his birthday and wearing all the clothes. YAY!
Jasper's favorite part of the whole shabang? The cards people got him. Fruity child. He had toys galore and he wanted the cards.Look at that poor sad face he made when I tried to take the card away so we could open more presents.
Jasper had a great birthday but I'm very glad they only come once a year.
*See upcoming post about how Steph acquired these childhood memories.
Oh my silly little man. I'm in the living room on the computer while Jasper is playing in his room. All of the sudden I hear the mandrake root* screaming bloody murder. I hop up from the chair and go flying into his room expecting to see a limb caught in a toy or some other torturous evil he twisted himself into. What do I see as I round the corner?
Jasper is trying very hard to put his helmet on. It's not working so great for him. So I smile (and maybe I giggled too) and ask if he wants my help. He holds his helmet out to me with a desperate look on his face. I crouch down and snap the helmet into place on his cute little noggin.Instantly he is happy! He hops up, runs over to his toy truck and starts playing. My little boy wanted his helmet on to play with his toy truck. Oh my silly little man. On the plus side; he's learning safety first! *Mandrake root is a reference to Harry Potter. Those wailing little plants have a lot in common with a screaming Jasper.
Isn't that the the cutest picture ever? When I was in high school I found a tiny little palm sized book. It was full of photos, poems and quotes about kissing. The words are from that book. The images are from searching Bing.
The Kiss: A romantic treasury of photographs and quotes
That inevitable first kiss-the sweetest stolen kiss-a kiss of farewell: 
each a moment that we long to preserve, a single spark or a promise that, even in memory, heats the blood and fires the imagination.
The heart can discern so many kinds of kisses: from the pivotal first peck to the hungry warm urgency that punctuates a tryst. 
A kiss is a singular bond, a crystallized moment that embodies the relationship of the kisser to the kissed. In a world where words are easily misconstrued, kisses are eloquent.
Soft and reassuring as butterscotch, a kiss nourishes and warms the soul. It is a confection that never grows tiresome. And lives in memory.
Talking about kissing is like humming about fire. Words are insufficient to describe the experience. Still we try, because kissing is an experience that must be shared.
This last pic is one hot kiss and also a great book!
