Jeremy and I went geocaching. It was our first time and we had a blast! For those of you who don’t know what geocaching is, let me explain. It is treasure hunting with a gps. People all over the world place little trinkets or “caches” anywhere, give the coordinates and challenge you to find it. It makes for great walk and in my town they are everywhere.
We found three today and also went to the store to get some trinkets to put in some caches.
This post is brought to you by lack of personal inspiration. In an effort to provide my readers something to enjoy this Friday night, I have pleaded to Google.com for some entertainment. I call this segment “RANDOM GOOGLE IMAGE SEARCHES!”
“Sickeningly cute” is the term I have chosen for this Google search. Here are my top picks:
I took the day off and went to Chicago. Jeremy, as mentioned in an earlier post, got me tickets to Les Miserables as a birthday gift.
It was beautiful! It was my 4th time seeing the show. They re-did the set, updating it and utilizing the technology that theatres are capable of. For example, they no longer use a turn-table. The singing was amazing and gave me chills on multiple occasions. It moved me to tears, as cheesy as that sounds.
Thank you Jeremy!
My childhood memories at church on Sunday mornings do not involve the life-altering message my pastor gave. My memories involve an array of ways to keep myself entertained while sitting on a brown vinyl chair. Activities included reading books, having my mom stroke my hair while I lay on her lap, counting the dimes and nickles I was putting in the offering, drawing on the bulletin and staring at my hands.
My grandma had grandma hands. Her veins were like speed bumps on the back of her hands. My veins were flat, but I could see them. I studied them while the pastor spoke. I wondered why they were blue but my blood came out red. I wondered why they didn’t stick up like grandma’s. I used a pen to draw around the veins. The veins formed an N shape. “Why N?” was all I thought to myself. why not S? If I turn my hand sideways I can see a Z, not an S. There is no N in my initials. My brother’s name starts with N. These should be his hands.
I figured out 13 or so years later that these hands were for me. N was added into my initials in the same church I discovered my odd hands. I like my hand veins.
This is the kind of thing I think about.
Here are the top ten reasons I love my dad.
10: He is proud of his family
9: He gives good hugs
8: He wrote me a song
7: He is a walking encyclopedia of useless knowledge
6: He is smart and wise (a combination you don’t often see)
5: He kept a roof over our heads, food on the table, and clothes on our backs
4: He is full of compassion
3: He loves me and my siblings
2: He loves my mom
1: He loves God
Here are the top ten reasons I love my mom:
10: She didn’t stop after the 4th kid.
9: She put me through at least 8 different extracurricular activities.
8: She is a talented artist.
7: She gives anything she can give.
6: She supports my actions or is honest and respectful with me when she doesn’t.
5: She kept a roof over my head, food in my belly, and clothes on my back.
4: She cares for the broken and the hurting.
3: She loves me and my siblings.
2: She loves my dad.
1: She loves God.
I got a text yesterday that I was up for early renewal for my phone. My current phone was an accidental chew toy for my dog and quite run down. It still worked in the sense that it made and received calls, but that was about it.
So I went straight over to the Verizon store and got my new iPhone.
Yup. I’m on the bandwagon. And I love it.
Jeremy is currently facetiming on the Skype App with his dad who lives on the other side of the world.
My sister-in-laws all have cute matching cases for their iphones or ipods respectively. They are by Speck.
To follow the trend this is the fancy-pants case I got:
Now if only Jeremy would give it back!