Swim MEAT

Well I first typed Meat without even noticing. Clearly, I like pigs and pork and such so it was obvious for me to write meat. But of course, I know I didn't attend (or for that matter) participate in a swim meat. I didn't watch cows swim laps, although I was just about as graceful as a hefty heifer. The swine weren't cheering for me and certainly poultry weren't mistaking the pool for a birdbath.

I'm just so weird.

So anyway! I went to a swim meet, I swam, I freaked out, I flopped like a cow, I got a sun burn, My collection of bruises increased, and I decided I never want to do anything hard again. When I'm on the block and they call "Swimmers Take your Mark." an absolute terror goes through me. "I can't go in!" (Yes, I talk to myself even while facing a life or embarrass yourself to death situation.) "The water is too hard!" I then go through all the possible excuses for me to not swim, all in about the 3 seconds before the horn blows. Of course, then it blows and I have no choice but to suck it up and flop on in.

Although, the great thing about swimming is you don't sweat. Well, you might sweat at meets because all you do is stand around. But for the majority of the time you are in the water (duh!) so sweating is pretty much non existent. For the record, I hate sweating. It's gross and icky and ruins a good hair day.

I compare swim meets to swine and poultry and cows. Sheesh, I'm cool!

Sincerely,
Swining out

PS: I literally patted myself on the back for that one. Please tell me you didn't roll your eyes.

The real thing about Easter

Happy Easter Everyone! As much as I love all the Easter foof (Peeps, Easter Dresses, Egg Hunts, yada yada.) The basic fact of the day is that Jesus is risen. And that is totally the best part. How many other days of the year do we celebrate our savior, creator and our salvation? Not nearly as many as we should. So stop gorging yourself on candy for a second (although I encourage it.) and have a wonderful Easter celebrating what matters most - Jesus. And PS: Enjoy your ham if you are a pig predator.

Predator and Proud of it.

I am pig predator. And I like it that way.

A few months ago, my friends mom told me I was a pig predator. At first, I was kind of mad. But then I decided that I liked pigs lots and being a predator is quite an honor. So I embraced it and I am here to tell the world:

I hope you are not feeling embarrassed for me.  Being a Pig Predator is cool! I know I have vegan friends, and  I'm sorry... for you. Pigs are amazing and that tofacon just doesn't cut it.

So first and foremost - BACON is on the menu today. Is there really anything better than bacon? If so, let me know because I am interested in trying this wonder food. Oh and ham. Ham, I love you. You make me happy. And did you know that bacon is best alarm clock? Its true! Who doesn't want to get up when there is bacon frying and popping and sending delicious smells all around your house? And in our house, you have to get up, because there wont be any left if you hang out in bed!

Wanna know where my love for pigs started? Laura Ingalls. Blame her if you like, or thank her, but whichever way she's the one. I mean, they made balloons out of pig bladders - totally amazing! And then, the fried tale. Oh. My. Every time I think of pigs, I think of that. I have no idea why, but I have always wanted to try a crispy pig tale. Its on my bucket list. And trust me, it will be crossed off.

I think I should start a pig predator club. You are invite. Pledge your love for pigs and bacon (or ham) and you are in! We can have club meetings and eat bacon all day and talk about pig related issues. We can start a newspaper called "The Pig Predator Press" and write all kinds of cool piggish things. We need to elect officers - who wants to be president?

 Happy Pig Day! Celebrate like you mean it, because you probably do.

Bacon....Chocolate?

Have you ever tried Bacon Chocolate? I have, and it does taste like bacon. It also smells like a dog treat. I usually never venture from my norm of milk chocolate, but I had to try bacon chocolate. After all, I'm a pig predator! While I'm not sure I'll get it again, it was fun to try. Bacon bits can go on salad and baked potato's, but chocolate? I'm still not convinced.



Here's a peek at the next tutorial for you all. I never thought I'd be smitten on bow ties, but then again, I never thought love and navy blue would ever be said in the same sentence.

And, With my big girl camera, I've been able to get some really cute shots of the neighborhood squirrels.
Okay, this is pushing it. I wouldn't say this is cute.

More like odd and abnormal.

Christmas 2011

Here are a few pictures from Christmas this year...
Weird angle, but I've wanted this shirt for so long! And some pretty bokeh too!

Christmas Eve cocoa.
My new little piggie.
Isn't this cool? If you can't tell, that is supposed to be me. I got a magazine in my stocking that had tons of really easy little DIYs. I totally messed up on this (As you can see, my nose is pretty much not there.) But I'm going to give it another try.

Merry Christmas Everyone! I hope you had a wonderful day celebrating JESUS!

this little piggie and o-negative awesomeness

Today there are two holidays. That is super awesome. Two is better than one. I digress. It's blood type awareness day and pig callers day. Today is awesome because I learned new things. I had no idea what my blood type was, until today. And I was un-aware of pig callers until my mom volunteered to demonstrate. It was hilarious. And now I know what a pig caller is.

I have always liked pigs. Pigs are pink, they are awesome. Piglet was my favorite character from Winnie the Pooh. I have seen pigs that were a few days old, they were so adorable.

I also like pigs for another reason, bacon. Yum. This little piggie is so cute, its kind of sad to think that he ended up on someone's breakfast table. Ignorance is bliss. I'd rather not know the process of getting piggie out of the pig pen and onto my plate. I'm sure its not pretty.


I also have this cute little pet piggie named Palu. He soft and fluffy, and he's pink. He is a he however, and I always think pigs should be she's. I guess it's the pinkness. But Palu is really cool. KJ got him for me. It was some thing that if you buy Palu they will donate some of the money to World Vision. I like it. I like Palu. And I am sorry to say that I did not come up with the hip name Palu. No, he was already named.
Palu sitting on my diary. I'll definitely be writing about his awesomeness today.
As for my blood type I am O negative.I am aware of it now. I saw a little of my O negative awesomeness today. I sneezed, and banged my head on my chin, causing me to bite my lip and causing my lip to bleed. Now one side of my lip is slightly larger. And there's a little of my O-negative awesomeness there too. How awesome is that?

Palu and I are the best of friends. We are very strange. Its involuntary, I'm telling you. Notice my O-negative awesomeness?

Sincerely,
This little piggie loves Palu.


UPDATE:


I forgot to tell you about the pig in the yarn shop. One time I went into the yarn shop and there was a pig in there. It was a very friendly pig. He was cute. He snorted. But the whole time I was thinking about bacon, that poor little piggie. Also, here is a hilarious video of a pig hollering contest. I love Farmer Jebbs corn cob hat. I need one. Please, hook me up.