Showing posts with label freedom. Show all posts
Showing posts with label freedom. Show all posts

10 things {habits}

  1. I do not believe in rising before the sun.
  2. If I remember to put the lid on the tooth paste-something is wrong.
  3. I love dusting. Big time.
  4. I don't bite my nails but I am an exuberant trimmer.
  5. I eat breakfast the second I get up.
  6. I love holding things over my nose (I'll explain.)
  7. People chewing loudly near me is so so bad.
  8. I crack my toes every morning.
  9. Drinking a full glass of milk is something I never do.
  10. I like to twist my arms in a funky way.
Okay, so I finished my fair stuff! Woot woot! I am officially a happy clam. I feel like doing something amazing to celebrate, but so far nothing. I'm actually already planning my next outfit (I say that like you should be surprised...I started planning it about 3 weeks ago.) I plan all kinds of things. Like what colors the colors my kitchen will be in my townhouse, what kind of car I'll have and what kind of dessert we'll have at my moms funeral. (Please know, I'm not hoping to use these plans anytime soon.) I guess I could have added planning to my habits list because it is a very prevalent habit. Oh, and in bed I like to plan what I'll eat for breakfast. I think I could write a whole post about the weird things I plan. Hope your Monday was just wonderful!

      Made it

      I did it! I made my bed! Please Applaud! Was that too many exclamation marks for you? I hope not. I kind of did a deep clean of my room today. I vacuumed. I dusted. I organized my lotion. It was so productive and nice.

      Pre Bed making.

      Post bed making. Proof that I really did do it. Somehow the punks wind up on my bed again. I think its apparent they run my life. That's changing now! I make the rules from now on, okay punks? Okay, great. I'm glad we are on the same page.

      As I was pondering some great mysteries of life, I had the genius idea to combine all my Bath and Body works items and count them.
      And there you have it. Am I obsessed? I don't know. Obsessed is a pretty strong word. Passionate will do. This picture really made me hate my camera. Oh dear.
      And since is the ten year anniversary of 9/11, I thought I'd share this again. Before, I'd always thought of it as just a plane crashing into a building. I understood people died, but I never really thought about. But this year, I saw how bad it was. I realized how many people died. I realized how evil terrorist are. I hope we never forget 9/11. I hope we never forget about the people who lost their lives. And I hope we always remember how blessed we are to be Americans.

      Sincerely,
      Ameri-can, not an Ameri-cant