Give & Take

It takes life, moments and memories that will never be made.

It takes family, friends, acquaintances and enemies.

It takes with, seemingly, no prejudice.

It takes without account of morals, integrity or decency.

It gives heartache, confusion and pain.

It gives uncertainty, doubt and disappointment.

It gives a lifetime of worry.

It takes parents, grandparents and children.

It gives fear. Lots of fear.

It takes, it gives, it takes.

~Rest in peace~ 9/24/09~

Here I am, here I am...

I have not disappeared off the face of the earth.

I am still doing flylady. Kinda stuck where I am, but still doing what I've learned so far.

I have now worked at the same place for 10 years. Straight.

I made chocolate chip cookies today.

Friday was spent at the orchard with family.

New kids at work are pretty cool.

Zoe & Caleb are best friends.

My husband is the best ever.

The Hills is kind of addicting for me.

My table is now adorned with gourds and Indian corn.

Unsolicited is another word for unwanted. As in, advice.

I hate putting on eyeliner.

Sometimes I wonder where the money's gonna come from.

I'm really thirsty right now.

Crisp almost-autumn days make me happy.

Longing is one of the hardest things ever. For real.

I need a new computer.

I almost-cried about 8 times this week. Maybe more. Definitely more.

My house could definitely be cleaner.

I should blog more.

How exactly?

How exactly is it that you forget your child at daycare?

Enough said.

Picture Hop!

It's another blog hop! This one began with Jamie over at Memories to Books.



Here are the rules!



Go to the place where you upload all your photos. If you don’t upload them online, just go to wherever you store your pics on your computer. Open the oldest album, and post the first photo. Tell the story behind it. Grab the MckLinky and post it on your blog. Check out all the other links, too!



Here's my photo:

I haven't had my camera all that long, so this picture isn't all that old. It's from December 2006. This is my sister Christine and my brother's dog, Hawkeye.

I still remember the night they got Hawkeye. My brother and sister-in-law were engaged and looking for a dog. They brought him home to my parent's house, and I was a little scared. Ok, a lot scared. I was never really a dog person. Which is funny, because now I am! Anyway, Hawkeye lived with us for a few months before their wedding. He was such a good dog, loved going in his crate and chewing bones.

This picture is the epitomy of Hawkeye. He loved to lay around, especially if someone else was laying around with him. He loved to be pet and loved on.

Now it's your turn!