Tag Archives: 30 day challenge

Day 6: 30 Day Challenge

9 Aug

Day 6: A picture of something that makes you happy

My kitty, Prefontaine! I know I am a horrible pet mommy for having a favorite, but I can’t help it! He is the most wonderful cat I’ve ever met. I will just post a few more pictures, instead of going on and on about how amazing and beautiful I think my cat is. HE IS THOUGH! HE IS SO PRETTY!

Who can be sad when they have something so cute following them around all day?


Day 5: 30 Day Challenge

8 Aug

Day 5: A song to match your mood

I’ve been an Incubus fan for a very long time now, and find so many of their songs fit my many different moods. Pretty much the entire Make Yourself album could be listed for this question. Sadness, anger, struggle, loss, HOPE… it’s all in there, plus more. I’m actually running with the hopeful aspects right now. :)

Day 4: 30 Day Challenge

7 Aug

Day 4: Your parents

This one is hard for me, as it stirs up a lot. Above is a picture of my parent’s from the early 90’s, when life was simple and full of awesome. I’m noticing that massive Whitman’s Sampler (my mom got one every year) and wishing I could go eat all of the good ones, poke holes in half of them to see whether I find it edible or not, and then leaving the rest for my mom. She would even take the ones I bit into, thinking it was a truffle, but turned out to be some gross fruit-filling. Random storytime. It’s been a long time since I saw that picture, and like with all old pictures, I tend to check out what is going on in the background more so than the people in it.

On topic… My dad passed away 16 years ago this month, so thinking of what to write is even harder right now than it would be at any other time of the year. My parents met when my mom was a senior in high school, and they got married the fall after she graduated. She was 19, he was 22. My older brother was born the following spring. Here’s the funniest part to me… My mom grew up one street over from my dad, and then they bought a house one street over from there. They both lived in the same neighborhood their entire lives! Maybe that’s why I constantly have the itch to move?

I got my artistic side from my dad, and my organization skills and extreme love for animals from my mom. My mom was really strict about chores when I was growing up, and I hated it, but thank her for it often now. She also never turned any of the tons of strays I brought home away – kittens, puppies, boys – they all got a place to stay and food in their bellies! I love that my mom always allowed our house to be “the hub” and hope that someday I have children and our house can be similar to that too. A place where everyone feels welcome, safe, and loved.

I know most of that is random, but I’d rather not be sad right now, or make any of you sad either!