It's gameday, and there's nothing more exciting than being in Williams Brice Stadium with the mixed sounds of fans cheering and 2001 ringing in your ears. I just need a hug from Cocky to make it all complete!GO. FIGHT. WIN. GAMECOCKS!
8.28.2008
Garnet & Black
It's gameday, and there's nothing more exciting than being in Williams Brice Stadium with the mixed sounds of fans cheering and 2001 ringing in your ears. I just need a hug from Cocky to make it all complete!
8.21.2008
Tom & Jerry
Blogspot, I feel bad!
I have successfully managed to destroy a life this afternoon. Sure, it's a mouse. A mouse that's been invading my work space for well over 2 weeks now, pooping on my desk, eating my candy, and just plain grossing me out. But I caught a glimpse of its tiny gray mouse face shortly after it ate the poison and its tugging at my heartstrings. Is it silly to be sad that this creature is off dying somewhere in the vicinity of my office (hopefully not under my desk)? Is it these crazy prego hormones that have me so worked up? There's no reason to cry for poisoning an office invader, right? Right!
I have successfully managed to destroy a life this afternoon. Sure, it's a mouse. A mouse that's been invading my work space for well over 2 weeks now, pooping on my desk, eating my candy, and just plain grossing me out. But I caught a glimpse of its tiny gray mouse face shortly after it ate the poison and its tugging at my heartstrings. Is it silly to be sad that this creature is off dying somewhere in the vicinity of my office (hopefully not under my desk)? Is it these crazy prego hormones that have me so worked up? There's no reason to cry for poisoning an office invader, right? Right!
8.15.2008
bustin' out
The zipper on my favorite blue salsa skirt broke this morning - pulled right apart. In the middle of a conversation with 2 male co-workers in the office.... RIP! Should I take this as a sign that it's time to stop fooling myself? I thought I could squeeze a few more wears out of this baby, but it looks like I thought wrong.
Maternity clothes, here I come!
Maternity clothes, here I come!
8.08.2008
16 weeks and counting
I got to hear baby's heartbeat for the first time this week - Wednesday, August 6th to be exact. Talk about a soulshine moment! Now this bump is not the only evidence that a special little something is on its way.
8.06.2008
7.30.2008
"There shall be eternal sunshine in the grateful heart." - Celia Thaxter
In the midst of frustration at work today, I decided to step back and take a breath. Several breaths. Deep breath in... and out... ahhhhhh!
I clicked the mouse, at my right, onto "blogspot" and snuck away from work into my own little cyberworld and continued to breath my cares away. But somewhere in the midst of my breathing, I got sidetracked... stuck... on a word.
Soulshine!
It's in the title of my blog, the Allman Brothers wrote a song about it, but what exactly is soulshine? As I muttled through my free-flow of thoughts, I decided there was no better cure to my anxiety than to think about what soulshine means. So here goes!
To me, Soulshine is......
*Knowing that I've made someone else smile
*The oh-so tiny baby that peacefully sleeps in my belly
*The first hug from John when he comes home from work
*Laughing
*Listening to great music in the car, with all the windows down (even more fabulous on those perfect Spring days)
*Coming home to my waggly tailed, toy in tow, pup, who is always happy to see me
*The smell of freshly bloomed lilies
*Delighting in the company of my lady-friends at Charleston's newest cookie bakery
*Family vacations
*The first snuggle into my sateen sheets before I go to sleep at night
*Unexpected surprises
*Witnessing the vast beauty that God has bestowed upon this earth
*The swings at Waterfront Park
*Knowing that I am strong enough to resist temptation
*Fireworks
*Sweet, encouraging emails from my Dad
*New car smell
*That empowered feeling I get right after a good, long workout
*Blowing out the candles on your birthday cake while your loved ones attempt to serenade you
*A change of scenery - whether big or small - new colors, new sounds, new smells (it's good for the soul)
*LIFE! Being here, living (really living) everyday, and showing God that he did not put this body & soul here to waste
I clicked the mouse, at my right, onto "blogspot" and snuck away from work into my own little cyberworld and continued to breath my cares away. But somewhere in the midst of my breathing, I got sidetracked... stuck... on a word.
Soulshine!
It's in the title of my blog, the Allman Brothers wrote a song about it, but what exactly is soulshine? As I muttled through my free-flow of thoughts, I decided there was no better cure to my anxiety than to think about what soulshine means. So here goes!
To me, Soulshine is......
*Knowing that I've made someone else smile
*The oh-so tiny baby that peacefully sleeps in my belly
*The first hug from John when he comes home from work
*Laughing
*Listening to great music in the car, with all the windows down (even more fabulous on those perfect Spring days)
*Coming home to my waggly tailed, toy in tow, pup, who is always happy to see me
*The smell of freshly bloomed lilies
*Delighting in the company of my lady-friends at Charleston's newest cookie bakery
*Family vacations
*The first snuggle into my sateen sheets before I go to sleep at night
*Unexpected surprises
*Witnessing the vast beauty that God has bestowed upon this earth
*The swings at Waterfront Park
*Knowing that I am strong enough to resist temptation
*Fireworks
*Sweet, encouraging emails from my Dad
*New car smell
*That empowered feeling I get right after a good, long workout
*Blowing out the candles on your birthday cake while your loved ones attempt to serenade you
*A change of scenery - whether big or small - new colors, new sounds, new smells (it's good for the soul)
*LIFE! Being here, living (really living) everyday, and showing God that he did not put this body & soul here to waste
7.22.2008
tell it to me straight
Mustard on my shirt.
A glob of ranch dressing in my hair.
BBQ sauce on my right cheek.
Spinach crammed in between my two front teeth.
All happenings that a trendy, trying to be cute, city girl would prefer to avoid when out in public. Or, at the very least, would like to be notified of immediately so she can diffuse the situation.
John, the eternal honest guy, recently informs me oh-so delicately that I have a "problem" with food.
A problem? What do you mean a problem???
Apparently any time that ketchup (or any other condiment that can be quickly removed from the entree) is in my vicinity, it winds up on my face like I'm a walking advertisement. Like Heinz just paid me 50k to embarass myself.
As always, I call him a "liar" and immediately storm into the bathroom to disprove his accusation. I've even gone so far as to call a waiter to the table from across the restaurant for confirmation. Crappy thing is, he's always right! grrrrrrrr. So here I've been floating on this happy, I'm a neat eater, cloud my whole life. I've been living a lie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This could only mean one of two things -
a) I develop a wierd twinge when I'm with him, and only him, that causes me to splatter food on myself
OR
b) This is an on-going problem that no one bothered to help me with.
And if it is the latter of the two, then I just have to know... WHY HAS NO ONE TOLD ME BEFORE???
How many dates have I ruined because I unknowingly wore my leftovers? Or worse, is this a topic of conversation when my friends are alone.... "did you see Courtney's face after she ate that last piece of pizza at lunch today?"
On behalf of myself and all of the other sloppy, tragically unaware, people out there, please don't be embarrassed to pass my way and say "you have some grody goo stuck to the side of your chin!"
A glob of ranch dressing in my hair.
BBQ sauce on my right cheek.
Spinach crammed in between my two front teeth.
All happenings that a trendy, trying to be cute, city girl would prefer to avoid when out in public. Or, at the very least, would like to be notified of immediately so she can diffuse the situation.
John, the eternal honest guy, recently informs me oh-so delicately that I have a "problem" with food.
A problem? What do you mean a problem???
Apparently any time that ketchup (or any other condiment that can be quickly removed from the entree) is in my vicinity, it winds up on my face like I'm a walking advertisement. Like Heinz just paid me 50k to embarass myself.
As always, I call him a "liar" and immediately storm into the bathroom to disprove his accusation. I've even gone so far as to call a waiter to the table from across the restaurant for confirmation. Crappy thing is, he's always right! grrrrrrrr. So here I've been floating on this happy, I'm a neat eater, cloud my whole life. I've been living a lie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This could only mean one of two things -
a) I develop a wierd twinge when I'm with him, and only him, that causes me to splatter food on myself
OR
b) This is an on-going problem that no one bothered to help me with.
And if it is the latter of the two, then I just have to know... WHY HAS NO ONE TOLD ME BEFORE???
How many dates have I ruined because I unknowingly wore my leftovers? Or worse, is this a topic of conversation when my friends are alone.... "did you see Courtney's face after she ate that last piece of pizza at lunch today?"
On behalf of myself and all of the other sloppy, tragically unaware, people out there, please don't be embarrassed to pass my way and say "you have some grody goo stuck to the side of your chin!"
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