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Photo Update (long)

I finally uploaded my camera so Nik could take it to Scout camp, and I was thinking I would do a photo update, little did I know that I had like 4 months worth of photos on there. So now, I have a small sampling (believe me, I held back) of what I have been up too, even though I failed to blog it then. Have fun!

My Opinion

Do you remember going to the bank with your parents as a child?  I do.  It didn't happen very often at my house, but when it did, oh man.  You knew it was coming.  The only reason you sat quietly in the car on the drive over.  Your motivation for standing right by mom's side til she was done.  Just to hear those words: 

 

 

 

 

"Do you want a sucker?"

 

 

 

Why yes mother, I think I would, thank you. 

 

 

 

This, in my opinion, is what the bank suckers are for.  Children who were made to come to the boring bank with their parents and were still able to stand still and stay relatively quiet.  I know this is hard for kids sometimes, especially when there are such fun and tempting things like window blinds, and line dividers, and dry-erase boards, and pens, and all this room to run around!  But if your kid manages to stay in the vacinity of you, and is not screaming or messing with the blinds or line dividers, then by all means, give them a sucker!  Give them two!  What the suckers are NOT for are grandparents who tell me that their grandkids count on these suckers, so they take six or seven.  Or a car of four asks for six.  Or a lady with no kids with her says that she loves these suckers, so she empties a basket of them into her purse, right in front of a teller.

 

Does this make me a mean person?  Maybe.  I feel like if you like the suckers that much, ask us where we got them, or what they are called, and try to get them yourself.  If your grandkids are so dependant on candy that you have to steal it from the bank, there are some deeper seated issues than just wanting candy.  I can sometimes over look asking for more suckers than the number of people in the car, as long as it is not one guy asking for 7 suckers, with no one else in the car.  Trying to quit smoking?  Try the patch.

 

I really don't mind adults who take a sucker.  I'm a sweets fan myself.  Last time I went to the doctor I had 4 Jolly Ranchers.  I get it.  Take a sucker.  Whatever.  But don't take a hand full just because they are complimentary.  Grow up.

Don't hate me #2

I know, I haven't been on here in forever, and now I do a post like THIS? I'm sorry, but I just could not resist taking part in this give away from Little Birdie Secrets. Back when I was reading blogs all day long, I was on the site, well, all day long. I love their tips, and crafts, and recipes. It's an all around great site. And now they are giving away a machine I didn't even know existed, but now must have. A Silhouette digital cutting tool. It functions similar to a Cricut, but like 100 times cooler and more efficient. Follow this link to check it out for yourself (make a point to see some of the example projects she has done, fantastic!). But do it soon, cause the give away ends on the 14th!

Good luck to me!

Don't think I'm strange

If you know the band Ludo, you know they are a little weird. Good, but weird. I really only know a couple of their songs, but I very much enjoy them. My new favorite of theirs may be a touch weirder than others. It's called The Horror of Our Love, and basically its about a stalker/killer singing about the object of his affection. Here are the lyrics so you can get a taste of it, but I highly recommend finding this song. Maybe on YouTube. Anyway, here it is:

I'm a killer
Cold and wrathful
Silent sleeper
I've been inside your bedroom
I've murdered half the town
Left you love notes on their headstones
I'll fill the graveyards
Until I have you

Moonlight walking
I smell your softness
Carnivorous and lusting
To track you down among the pines
I want you stuffed into my mouth
Hold you down and tear you open
Live inside you
Oh, love I'd never hurt you

But I'll grind against your bones
Until our marrows mix
I will eat you slowly
Ohhhhh
The horror of our love
Never so much blood pulled through my veins
Ohhhhh
The horror of our love
Never so much blood

I wake in terror
Blackbirds screaming
Dark cathedrals spilling
Midnight on their alters
I'm your servant
My immortal
Pale and perfect
Such unholy heaving
The statues close their eyes
The room is changing
Break my skin
And drain me

Ancient language
Speak through fingers
The awful edges
Where you end and I begin
Inside your mouth
I cannot see
There's catastrophe
In everything I'm touching
As I sweat and crush you

And I hold your beating chambers
Until they beat no more
You die like angels sing
Ohhhhh
The horror of our love
Never so much blood pulled through my veins
Ohhhhh
The horror of our love
Never so much blood

You're a ghost, love
Nightgown flowing
Your body blue and walking
Along the continental shelf
You are a dream among the sharks
Beautiful and terrifying
Living restless
We dance in dark suspension

And you bury me
In the ocean floor beneath you
Where they'll never hear us scream
Ohhhhh
The horror of our love
Never so much blood pulled through my veins
Ohhhhh
The horror of our love
Never so much blood