Best advice for other bloggers?
It's awesome to have a real person in mind when you blog: for example,
you could write your blog, in part, for your mom, sister or best
friends; that way, your tone will feel authentic and true. It's easy to
slip and start writing for some abstract audience, some made-up readers
in your head, but then you run the risk of losing your voice and
sounding insincere, since you're not really *talking* to anyone. You
know what I mean? So it's awesome to really picture WHO you're writing
for, and then just write for them. I think everyone has an amazing blog
inside them, or a story to tell, and I really encourage people to go for
it. Good luck!
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Monday, September 26, 2011
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Monday, September 12, 2011
I fell in love with a couch yesterday - a cuddler sectional. My dream couch. Found out it can't fit into our living room. Not an issue of it being awkward; it literally is too large for our house. I even considered putting the TV in front of our two windows, but it just won't work. We're going again tonight--this time with dad. We're shopping for him a chair that he can sit in at our house. :)
Mark's parents are coming to Louisville to visit before they go to London. I'm glad they are because it's probably the only way I'd get to see them.
Mark's parents are coming to Louisville to visit before they go to London. I'm glad they are because it's probably the only way I'd get to see them.
Thursday, September 8, 2011
Papa Hite
There are few people in this world that I truly love more than anything in this world. My dad is one of them. I've always been close to him. His weekend visitations stretched all the way through college. My sister stopped her visitations when she was 14-15, so for several years it would just be my dad and me. We have our own unspoken language. I know exactly what he's thinking most of the time (even though he does surprise me at his willingness to try new things in the last couple years).
When he was in the hospital, I would go home and just weep at him having to stay there and how unfair it truly is. There are people in this world that don't take care of themselves at all that get to live carelessly throughout life. Dad is the person that cooks low fat rice krispy treats (that are delicious btw. use honey.), he walks every golf course, he's a workhorse (seriously. that man basically did the kitchen demo by himself.), and he's always on the positive side of things. He deserves so much more than what he's going through right now and it kills me. I've had that sinking feeling for weeks now and I'd like it to go away.
When he was in the hospital, I would go home and just weep at him having to stay there and how unfair it truly is. There are people in this world that don't take care of themselves at all that get to live carelessly throughout life. Dad is the person that cooks low fat rice krispy treats (that are delicious btw. use honey.), he walks every golf course, he's a workhorse (seriously. that man basically did the kitchen demo by himself.), and he's always on the positive side of things. He deserves so much more than what he's going through right now and it kills me. I've had that sinking feeling for weeks now and I'd like it to go away.
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
So Mark tells me this last night when I got home from work (about 12:30)...
M: Oh my gosh, I'm so sore. I ran like 3 miles tonight. I lost my sandals. I ran in the rain, on concrete on bare feet.
J: What! How?
M: Olga saw a dog. She chased after it. I chased after her. She's so fast. I lost my sandals about 3 blocks down, I puked.
J: (dying laughing)
M: I'm glad you're getting enjoyment out of this.
J: I'm just glad it was you and not me, because we'd have a lost dog right now if it were me.
M: When I finally caught her in an alley, I was too tired to yell at her, so I just held her and laid there for a while. My feet hurt.
He then continues to tell me more and more details of the story. It only gets better and better the more I hear it. Apparently he called our neighbor like 3 times trying to get him to go after Olga with his car b/c Mark couldn't keep up. Seriously though, we are both lucky she's safe at home right now.
This is why our dog needs to go to the dog park often. We may need to invest in some dog babysitting. It's lame and sounds insane, but she's a totally different dog when she's had a chance to run free.
Anywho, my dad may get out of the hospital today, and I plan on doing WHATEVER he wants for the next few days before he has to do another round of chemo. This includes a pizza party.
M: Oh my gosh, I'm so sore. I ran like 3 miles tonight. I lost my sandals. I ran in the rain, on concrete on bare feet.
J: What! How?
M: Olga saw a dog. She chased after it. I chased after her. She's so fast. I lost my sandals about 3 blocks down, I puked.
J: (dying laughing)
M: I'm glad you're getting enjoyment out of this.
J: I'm just glad it was you and not me, because we'd have a lost dog right now if it were me.
M: When I finally caught her in an alley, I was too tired to yell at her, so I just held her and laid there for a while. My feet hurt.
He then continues to tell me more and more details of the story. It only gets better and better the more I hear it. Apparently he called our neighbor like 3 times trying to get him to go after Olga with his car b/c Mark couldn't keep up. Seriously though, we are both lucky she's safe at home right now.
This is why our dog needs to go to the dog park often. We may need to invest in some dog babysitting. It's lame and sounds insane, but she's a totally different dog when she's had a chance to run free.
Anywho, my dad may get out of the hospital today, and I plan on doing WHATEVER he wants for the next few days before he has to do another round of chemo. This includes a pizza party.
Sunday, September 4, 2011
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