Day 17

Once again I am randomly participating in Jenni at Story of my Life for her May blogging challenge.  I have participated one other day thus far to share my most embarrassing moment.  If you missed that, you can see it here.



Today’s prompt is to share a favorite photo of myself and explain why.  Here is the photo I chose:

September 30th, 2011
 

Obviously it was my wedding day, one of the best days thus far in my life.  BUT, that is not the whole reason why I love this photo.

If you know me at all you know that I have a few issues taking serious photos…

Exhibit A, a few other photos taken that day:

What you may not know about that chosen photo is that it was not completely posed.  We were in the field waiting for the photographers to gather their supplies when this was snapped.  It was a completely genuine moment that will forever be one of my favorites. It truly captures our love for one another and our intention to take “mental snapshots” throughout our wedding day. 

Our photographers were amazing.  They had only done one wedding before ours, so it was a risk hiring them…but they did not disappoint.  We were beyond thrilled with all our wedding pictures, including this one.

Runner-up?  Another candid shot:

*Sidenote* If you love Target as much as I do, be sure to check out this giveaway I am lucky to be part of, over at Sybil's blog today!

Have a great weekend!

Awkward Angela

Today I am linking up with Amy and Katie to share something pretty great with the blogiverse…



Today I am choosing to share with you an awkward childhood photo.  After much thought and consideration about which photo to select I went with this one… I might as well bring my dad and sister down with me. :) But seriously, look at that mustache and those overalls, they are much too great to not share!

This was the first (and only) big cross country road trip my family took.  I was in 2nd grade and we went to Steamboat Springs, Colorado to visit my Uncle Momo.

We were at this park somewhere near Steamboat and all I can remember is that it smelt real bad…like sulfur.  And it was like a million degrees out.

Not only are my jeans 12 sizes too big, (thank you hand-me-downs) but the lovely shirt you see here adorned in teddy bears is 1 of 2.  My mom had a matching one and you’d better believe we wore them together!  Now,if only I had a picture of that!

Thanks for hosting the link-up girls! It’s so fun to relive these awkward times… and to be glad they’re finally over.  Thank God I finally decided to grow out those bangs! ;)

Unplugged

Happy Monday, friends!

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It feels like a long time since I’ve been on a computer, but really it’s only been 3 days.

On Saturday Zack’s parents came to town and we had a big barbecue with both our families.  It was so great to have both families together.  Since Zack’s family lives at least 5 hours away it just doesn’t happen very often, but I love when it does.

I was so excited all morning on Saturday, like a little kid.  It’s not very often all my favorite people are at the same place at the same time.

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It was pure bliss.

The plan was to take lots of pictures and document the crap out of the barbecue… but sometimes you just need to take the time and unplug. 

My heart was filled with so much joy all day and I wanted to just sit with that and be present with everyone.

This was 1 of 2 pictures I took all weekend.  From Sunday
when we went to a professional soccer game.

 

How was your weekend?

Dancing on Counters

Today I’m linking up with Jenni at Story of my Life for her May blogging challenge.  I haven’t been blogging every day in May like everyone else, but I’m picking and choosing some days to play along. :)



Today’s prompt is all about my most embarrassing moment.

Let me preface by saying I don’t normally get embarrassed.

That being said, here is my one and only most embarrassing moment.  Probably the only moment I can remember in my life actually being embarrassed for a second before laughing uncontrollably at how funny the situation was.

It was my junior year of college.  I went to a small, pretty conservative, college and I lived in an apartment with one of my best friends…Who I had just learned had an obsession with Lysol wipes.  This is no joke, she went through a package a week, minimum.

Now this apartment of ours looked out over an alleyway, but another apartment was right across the alley so our windows lined up perfectly.  This didn’t normally deter me from my everyday activities, see exhibit A:

Just a little afternoon Wii Fit sesh. No biggie. To the left of this picture was our kitchen, and there was a big counter separating the kitchen and living area. 

One night we were gathered in the kitchen when my dear roommate decided to start Lysol wiping the counter for the 5th time that day.  I’m not over exaggerating.

I guess I was feeling especially spunky that, so I jumped up on the counter and started dancing around yelling, “Lysol this!!”  Now I’ve got some great moves, let me tell you. Comparable to this:

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All of a sudden, mid-dance, I realize that the curtains are open and not only are the 4 neighbor guys from the apartment next-door watching my little routine… They are having a BIBLE STUDY in their living room…and all of them were watching me and laughing.

I immediately collapsed on to the floor and started laughing so hard I was crying.

To make matters worse, a few minutes later we heard a knock on the door.  I looked over at the apartment and all the guys are gone.  I begged my roommate to not open the door, but of course she did. 

The guys from the Bible study started flooding into our apartment applauding me.
I can’t make this stuff up, you guys.  I died…

And then I died a little more each time I saw one of those guys on campus and was reminded of my shenanigans.

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Now I hope you’ll share yours with me…

Sock it to me.

I think it’s time I let you all in on a little secret…

It’s something I do pretty much every day, something that occasionally embarrasses my husband, and used to embarrass my mom and sister a lot…

Now that I’ve built it up, you ready to know what it is?



I don’t match my socks.  I feel like it’s a waste of life.

Let me explain…

I hateeee putting away laundry, but I do it to keep my room tidy.  When it comes to the tedious job of matching socks and stressing about where the other sock might have gone… I skip it.  When I pick out what socks to wear I just grab 2 random socks out of the drawer, easy as that.

When I was little I am pretty sure I didn’t match my socks simply because I was lazy.  But it’s turned into sort of a personal statement.  A tribute to life, if you will.

Life is too short to wear matching socks.

Call me crazy, but I believe it. :)