It’s a stripes-kind of day! I’m one of four people at the office wearing stripes today.
More clever never sites for readers!
Embrace the future of womanhood.
SOMEONE please buy this for me.
Relationship advice that we all need to hear.
Something all friends should read.
This picture = SUMMER!
Wish I could buy this furniture!
LOVE this idea for a baby party.
Cool artsy blog. (Tattoo sensitive)
Awesome colors and vibrancy.
Happy impromptu, inspirational, whatever else you want it to be day!
I love produce, and this picture by Uli Westphal.
This blog is by a big magazine editor. Love her fairy-tale life.
Tattoos are not for the shy. Love this tumblr site.
Funky fresh blog. Love the San Fran pics.
Do you like funky hair pieces?
HILARIOUS writer: Economy sucks, so what do you do? Move back home.
When I buy a home, I want a banana door.
Eclectic, to say the least.
My mom made my sister and me bunnies like this when we were little girls. Yes, they wore clothes, too.
Whose life is in your hands?
My good friend, Aimie (click to see her blog) randomly sent me this recipe for a wannabe Sangria, only healthier, and lower cal.
-equal parts red wine (I used a raspberry based Merlot) and Sprite Zero
-pour over ice (I added raspberries).
Voila! Summer refreshment! Just don’t drink too much; it’s hard to taste the wine, and easy to feel it.
Happy sipping, Summer lovers.
As you may have noticed, there’s something different about this blog.
I decided to import all of the posts from http://www.creationdivine.wordpress.com to this blog. Soon I might not even own creationdivine; I haven’t yet made that decision.
The idea when I originally started blogging with WordPress was to have a blog based around my walk with God, and one about the regular, every day things I experience. After a few months, those two things went hand-in-hand so much that I was having trouble separating them. I’m pleased with this fact, and not ashamed. God is the biggest thing in my life. He’s the most important person, yes, even more than my husband. Because of God, our marriage works. It was God who brought us together in the first place. Never in a million years would I have met my husband, if it weren’t for God shifting things around and having a plan for me.
The reason why I originally made the two blogs was actually for you, my readers. I was trying to be sensitive to the fact that some of you do not believe in or follow God, or that we have different opinions of “God,” religion, and faith. I was afraid that I wouldn’t have as many readers if I only had the one blog, instead of two.
I got some lovely advice from a fellow blogger, who said “Your readers know if they are going to continue reading your posts by the time they read the title/first paragraph, so why worry about who’s reading what?”. I concur.
I was so caught up on wanting more readers, more readers, more readers, and since faith is a touchy subject, I didn’t want to lose readers or offend anyone. Let’s face it, out of the many blogs I subscribe to, I do not read every single post by every single blogger, therefore, I shouldn’t (and won’t) be offended if not everyone reads every single one of my posts (though I’d like to continue living in denial of this fact).
So I made the big leap by merging the two blogs into one. I feel so liberated. It’s like I had two personalities (some of you might actually believe this…) and combined them. I played the two-face game for a LONG time growing up while I was forced to attend a church I didn’t believe in, and forced to fit into a mold that wasn’t made for me. The two-face game is exhausting, and I’m incredibly over it, and confident with exactly who I am today.
If you decide not to read a faith-based post of mine, that’s fine. I’ve accepted that fact. Just make sure you come back to visit, because there will still be stuff to entertain you, just as I’ve done before with CollectiveDisclosure.
Blessings to all, and thank you for reading.
Plinko has been in the family for years. He is a pink hippo, and belongs to my sister. For the longest time, my sister called him a “her” (simply because of his pink complexion) but I had to correct her that he is, in fact, a “him”. Pink + hippo = the name Pinko, but we thought Plinko was a more appropriate name. Plus, we get an extra giggle when we think of Bob Barker, and “The Price is Right.”
Well, you can’t meet Twigs, because he was absent on picture day. Probably hung over, as he’s a bit of a lush.
Twigs is a giraffe and belongs to me. He’s also been in the family for a long time; so long that I can’t tell you exactly where he came from.
Plinko and Twigs are tokens of love. When I lived at home, Mom would hide Twigs in my sports bag, or on my pillow when I got home from school. I graduated from high school and he traveled in care packages to me at college. If I was home visiting for a weekend, I’d leave Twigs there, hidden in Mom’s box of favorite cereal. She’d find him the next morning, and call me to tell me. I loved waiting for those calls.
In 2011 Twigs is quite well-traveled. He’s been to the Atlantic Ocean, started his own business, and has even gone to church.
Plinko was with my sister when she bought her first car, and even helped her bake a blueberry pie for Dad’s 60th birthday. He arrived at my house on the East Coast in December 2011 (in a Christmas package), and is completely over-staying his welcome. Every night I have to pull out the sofa-bed, tuck him in, and read him a bedtime story. Sometimes in the middle of the night, he wakes me up with his hippo noises (which includes some squeaking and some grunting), and makes me bring him some warm milk. As if that weren’t enough, he makes me hold the straw to his mouth while he sips.
He keeps saying he’ll find work soon, but I think it’s just an excuse to stay with Auntie Caitlin.
Here is their most recent adventure:
Last Monday was “Take Plinko and Twigs along” day. They behaved
extremely well like hooligans. They stayed put and were quiet at first, but soon after arriving at Target, they jumped out of the cart and ran off. I found them by honing in on Plinko’s special hippo noises. There they were, munching away on a bag of suckers.
Twigs fell asleep quickly after his sugar-high crash-landed. Plinko on the other hand… well… Plinko wasn’t feeling so well. A hippo’s diet does not really consist of sugar and Tootsie Pops, so Plinko got sick:
Ewww! What a mess I had to clean up! Poor Plinko rested for the remaining hours, and slept like a baby hippo that night.
My sister’s half birthday is today. I think I’ll send her a half-birthday package, and hide him cleverly inside. He’s so whiny sometimes. He claims the salt in the ocean out here is what makes his skin look a little pink.
I think he’s full of it.