Day 20- Someone you see yourself marrying/being with in the future.

This guy....

Day 19 - Nicknames; why do I have them?

Well, my dad used to call me Peanut.  It's been a long time since he's called me that, though, so I'm not sure it counts anymore.  

On the other hand, my hubby has finally settled on what he considers a keeper of a nickname: Weez. 

I don't know.  Really.  I don't.  It's not like I have asthma or anything.  

Day 18 - Plans/dreams/goals

  1. Scrapbooking weekend with Jessica, Carrie, Ronnie, and Margarett in March.  Can't wait!!
  2. A weekend at an indoor water park with the family and my BFF and her (extended) family this spring. 
  3. A week of camping at Silver Lake campground on Michigan's western shoreline this summer. 
  4. Getting a puppy once the weather gets decent.  I've been looking at pictures of Morkies.  Oh, my. 
  5. Signing up for fall and winter classes so I can finally graduate!
  1. Winning the lotto or making millions of my self-published book(s).  (It's a dream...go ahead and laugh, I am.)
  2. Selling a book or two or three to a traditional publisher. 
  3. Throwing away everything in my closet and dresser and going on a shopping spree. 
  4. Vacationing all over the world with my hubby and our boys. 
  5. Being able to quit my job and stay home to work on pursuing dreams 1-4. 
  1. Write, edit, and publish book #2 under my alter ego's identity. 
  2. Spend a lot of quality time with my hubby and our boys.
  3. Potty train and teach the new puppy some tricks.  
  4. Write and edit my fantasy novel so I can begin the arduous publishing journey.
  5. Graduate!!

Day 17 - Someone I would want to switch lives with for one day and why.

Huh.  This is fantasy at its best, right?  Pick someone who has it all and project yourself into their easy, peasy place in this crazy world.  Only I don't think there is truly such a thing as a life of ease.  Sure, some people have it better than others.  Some even appear to have everything a person could wish for: wealth, privilege, intelligence, personality, and luck.  Yet, I really think that even the most blessed have their dark days.  

So, what if I switched for a day and it ended up being the worst day ever in their existence?  What if I picked them, we switched, and everything went wrong?  


And this question doesn't imply time-travel, but let's just stretch the possibilities.  Would I want to go back in time and be a younger me for a day?  And what day would I pick?  Sometimes, I think I would if given the chance.  There are a couple of days in particular I wish I could go back and change.  Of course, there's a part of me that believes the universe would rebound or self-correct and I'd be in the exact same position as I am now.  Changing an event doesn't change the people involved.  Maybe that particular experience would have been averted, but what's to say the end result wouldn't eventually be the same? 

So maybe the answer isn't to go back in time to try to change anything.  Maybe the answer is, if the possibility ever presents itself, that I'd go back in time and relieve a day when my life seemed perfect. 

And if time-travel is out of the question, which let's say for the sake of cataclysmic paradoxes that it is out of the question, then I'd have to say that no, I really don't think I'd want to switch places with anyone for a day.  Life may not be perfect, but it's my life and I've got a lot of really wonderful, if not downright amazing, things going for me. 

Day 16 - A Pic of Me. Again.

Thought I'd change it up this time.

I have no idea how old I am in this picture, but I'd have to say its somewhere between 6-9 months. I wonder if my mom made the dress?  It's possible.

Day 15- Put your iPod on shuffle: First 10 songs that play

First, let's just acknowledge the obvious.  I'm running behind.  Today is January 20th, but I'm on Day 15 of the meme.  Oops.  

Okay, so here goes...a random sampling from my ipod. These are the first ten songs the shuffle feature decided on.

Apparently embedding is not allowed with this one, but here's number 3: Gotta Be Somebody by Nickelback

Not official, but they try to get the lyrics right.


Day 14 - Family Photos

I've got to start with these.  This is the core of my family - my hubby, my boys and me. This is the most important family unit in my life. 

Of course, I have other family members that are important to me.  People I love and care about.  People who make me laugh and piss me off like only they can.

Of course I was talking about my siblings.

Can't have siblings without parents...

My Mom

My Dad, Grandma, siblings, nephews and nieces.

Day 13 - A Letter to Someone Who Has Hurt You

I'm sorry, but I can't do this.  I can admit that I've been hurt, may even still be hurting, but that's not for public consumption.

Instead, let's go with something cute and theory.  Besides, this one seems fitting as it's been snowing all day today.

Day 12 - Blogging

I don't remember when I first stumbled across someone's blog.  I don't even remember who that someone might have been.  What I do remember, though, is when and why I decided to start writing my own blog.  

Many, many moons ago, I joined some online writing communities.  Two of them.  The first was a rather small, eclectic group of people.  Although I wouldn't swear to this, I believe they were using Yahoo Groups or something similar.  We had discussion boards that we used to communicate and, if I remember correctly, which is never a guarantee, we had a place to store our Word documents for review. 

I'm not in touch with anyone from that group anymore, but I remember a couple of names.  Eric.  Lola.  (Both were - and likely still are - very talented.)  

Then I found Forward Motion.  Wow.  This site was home to an insane amount of writers, writers for every genre.  I quickly joined.  At one point, I even moderated a board or two for the site owner.  I took classes.  I participated in chat room discussions, Word Wars, and monthly writing challenges.  I made friends and found a wonderful support group for my writing habit.  

I also discovered a wonderful use for blogs.  Some of my fellow writers were using their blogs to post snippets of their work.  Those who weren't comfortable posting snippets were writing up some interesting posts on the joys and challenges of writing.  Reading blogs that seemed to have such a clear-cut purpose and didn't simply drone on in teenage angst was incentive enough to for me to jump on the blogging bandwagon. 

And in the beginning, that's what this blog focused on: my writing.  

Somewhere along the way, though, it became something more.  The focus changed because my life changed.  While I don't consider this a mommy blog, others might and not without reason.  I have kids, so I write about my kids.  They're a huge part of my life.  In fact, I hope when I'm gone, my boys can look at my blog and discover what made their mom tick.

Day 11 - Another Round of Me & My Friends

I'm a picture-taking fool.  Seriously.  I am rarely without my camera, which means I'm usually pretty good about capturing pictures of other people doing things.  I've got the sports, major life events and holidays covered.  

Granted, I don't always have the "good" camera with me.  Sometimes lugging the DSLR around is either not an option or its simply not appealing, which leaves me with my little point-and-shoot that I keep in my purse.  Or my iPhone. 

I've also gotten pretty good about handing my camera off to others so I can have photographic proof that I was there and I did that!  Here are just a few samples of me and my friends doing what we do.  

Me and Chrissy (my baby sister)  with some ConFusion panelists.

80s fest.

Relaxing in the Adults Only Pool at Cedar Point with my BFF, Terri.

Jessica, me, and Danielle at Zoe's wedding. 

Halloween party with Ken & Terri.

Renaissance Festival with Chrissy (my sister)  & Tarah (my cousin).

Me & Chrissy at Sugarland concert.

Jaime and me at the bar celebrating my sister's & cousin's 30 birthdays.
Good times!  There are so many pictures I could share on a post like this.  I guess that's one benefit of being a shutterbug.

Day 10 - Songs for Every Season.

And by seasons, I mean moods.

Today's meme requires a list of songs that I listen to when I'm feeling angry, happy, bored, hyped, or sad.  Oh my.  I listen to a variety of music and my go-to songs vary from month to month, even week to week.

I think the easiest to start with is hyped.  This, in my mind, indicates that I should be dancing and singing along despite the fact that I have absolutely zero singing ability.  Tone deaf, perhaps.

Here's a song that makes me laugh and gets my feet moving...okay, so I laugh because every time I hear it, I remember this video.  (Be warned, what I find funny, you may find offensive.)

When I'm angry, I have one song that tends to get played again and again and again.  Linkin Parks' One Step Closer is the song I play at top volume when I feel enraged or frustrated or just plain ole pissed off.

When I'm feel melancholy or sad, this song can really get me going.  I blame it on the fact that I'm a scrapbooker and photogragher.  This song helps me remember how good things were and makes me wish they could return to those easier, simpler days.  It's a song that makes me wish I really could turn back time and relive those old memories.

It also makes me realize how lucky I am to have those old photographs that show things weren't always so fucked up.

Day 9 - Recent Accomplishments

Hm.  We're supposed to post something we’re proud of that has happened recently, as in the last few days. I'm going to stretch that time limit a bit to include the end of December.  Why?  Because I am damn proud of myself for getting through last semester.  Life got complicated and ugly, it knocked us on our asses, but somehow I pulled myself together enough to get through final presentations and final papers.  Yeah, that's pretty darn satisfying, especially as my GPA stayed right where it was...

I feel like I should mention smaller accomplishments, but truly I can't think of any that occurred this weekend.  I mostly stayed home and vegged. The only notable things I did was take the youngest to basketball practice so I could get some pictures.  Oh, and I paid the vet bill.  Otherwise, my weekend was mostly spent reading and relaxing.  I didn't even attempt to get the laundry caught up, which definitely would have been a huge accomplishment!

Day 8 - Short term goals for this month and why.

Goal #1:  Exercise at least three times a week. 
Yes, this is a New Years Resolution, but it's also a necessity.  I would love to wear even half of the clothes in my closet.  Right now, I'm restricted to about 1/4 of what I own because I'm too self-conscious to wear the majority of what's in those dresser drawers. 

Toward this goal, I plan on doing the Zumba workout (PS3 style).  I figure if it makes you sweat, it's exercise!

Goal #2:  Figure out the plot and characters for the next book.  
I'm not going to be able to write the book until these things begin to fall into place.  I've found pictures for my heroine and her love interest.  I've got the main location the story takes place in.  What I don't have is the main source of conflict or a clear understanding of how the antagonist from book #1 ties into their story. Details.  It's all in the details!

Goal #3:  Read.  Read.  Read. 
I'm not taking classes this winter and that means I'm going to do my best to make a serious dent in my to-be-read piles (tactile and virtual).   I've already started toward my goal of reading 100 books in 2012.  Here's a list of those books I've already read this month...and it's only the 9th!

Goodread's Challenge

Goal #4:  Scrapbook at least 10 pages this month. 
If all goes well, I'll have two of the ten done tonight.  I worked on a two-page spread over the weekend.  Just need to get my journaling done and find a few embellishments that work with the overall theme and design. 

Goal #5:  Survive the audit at work. 
That's next Tuesday.  We're thinking it should be an easy site visit, but you never know, so wish me luck!

Day 7 - Biggest Impact

These three fellas have definitely, hands-down, had the most impact on my life.  They are my life, or at least the very heart of it.  

Me, the hubby, and our two boys.
First, there's my hubby, Ken.  We've been together for twenty-two years. We started dating when I was a sophomore in high school; he was a senior at a neighboring school district. Six years later we were married.  

There are so many ways that Ken has impacted my life.  He's one of the reasons my Mom and I have the relationship we do today - he told me to give her another chance when I felt my heart couldn't handle any more disappointment.  His love and support have enabled me to pursue my education and my dreams of becoming a writer.  Even when things get tough and I want to quit, he encourages me to keep going and never give up on the things I think are important.  

He's also a damn fine cook and a fantastic father. 

That brings me to my boys.  Talk about an impact!  I'm certain no amount of words can express the many different ways these two have changed my (our) lives.   Let's just say that I completely, 100% understand the Mama Bear and Cubs metaphor.  The desire to protect them from all harm - physical and emotional - can be all-consuming.  Letting them navigate the aches and pains of growing up, of being disappointed and hurt, is one of the most difficult things I've ever had to do.  And I'm not sure I do a very good job of it.  Stepping back enough to let them learn how to handle certain situations is not always easy. Watching them grow and change is a marvel. 

Of course, they impact my life in numerous other ways as well.  They leave their dirty laundry and dishes scattered throughout the house.  They bicker until I think my head will explode.  Their busy sports schedules eat away at the limited hours in our days.  On the flip side of that, though, is the realization that I love watching them do the things they love, even if that means I suddenly know more about football, baseball, and basketball than I ever would have expected.  I hang up their art projects.  I help them with their homework.  I make sure they take baths and brush their teeth.  I worry about the choices they make and the consequences of their decisions.  

Being part of this family has had a huge impact on my life.  It can be stressful and infuriating at times, but it also by far the most rewarding and fulfilling thing I've got going for me. 

Day 6 - My Favorite Superhero

Okay, so I'm behind...I'm going to try to get caught up, but it could take a couple of days with multiple posts. 

Before moving on to the topic of what should have been Day 6's post, I thought I'd give you a brief update on what's going on in my life.  Hey, it's an all-about-me type of month, right?  A little sidetracking into current events shouldn't be problematic.

Most noteworthy, my Yorkie passed away last week.  He was my little fur baby and I miss him terribly.  My house seems strangely quiet and still without him wandering endlessly throughout the rooms.

A Few Days Before the End
He was such a sweetie.

Things had been rough for him, though, these last couple of months.  If you look closely at the picture above, you'll see the results of unexpected blindness and unsteady legs.  He hit his bottom lip so often that it developed a hole (permanent indent?) from where his bottom teeth would get pushed into the tender tissue whenever he'd fall on his face or run into a wall.

He was dreadfully unsteady, especially when he was nearing the end of his energy.  The more tired he got, the more accident prone he would become.  Eventually, just to keep him from really hurting himself, one of us would have to pick him up and try to get him to relax in our arms.

Maybe this is why I've been straining my brain to remember a superhero who could talk to animals.  I don't think Dr. Dolittle counts as a superhero, but when your pet is suffering it would be very helpful to know exactly what's going on.  Guessing is difficult and scary.

So, anyone know of any "superheroes" who could communicate telepathically with animals?  Because that would be my favorite superhero.  That would be the superhero power I wish I could possess.  Maybe if Cash could have told us what he felt or what he needed at any given time during the last month and a half of his life, we could have saved him.  Maybe we could have limited the severity of his stroke and he wouldn't have ended up blind.

Day 5 - A Picture of Someplace I've Been

Chicago, IL
A couple of summers ago we took our two boys on a week long vacation to Chicago. We stayed at the DoubleTree Hotel, just off the Magnificent Mile.  Although we didn't do more than sight see, it was quite fun looking at the wide variety of merchandise displayed in the shop windows.  Moving away from Michigan Avenue, we found some interesting art.

The Eye was new.  In fact, I think it was actually revealed during our stay.  We didn't intentionally seek it out.  In fact, the picture below was taken from the MTA bus we were using to get to the museum of Science and Industry. 

The Eye
That was the only time we took the bus.  We mostly walked to and from our daily excursions, which included the Museum of Natural History and Shedd's Aquarium.

Hubby and I in front of the fountain.

Playing in the water.

Rooftop pool at the DoubleTree. 

Day 4 - My Bad Habit

There are a few things I'd love to change about myself.  For instance, I'd love to not turn into a raving psycho when sleep deprived.  It's not very becoming.  In fact, it's downright embarrassing.  After I've gotten a few solid hours of rest, I often realize I completely overreacted and went from a kind, compassionate person to a raging lunatic in about 0.5 seconds.

The last few weeks have been a true test of character.  I can handle a lot of bullshit when I'm well rested.  And by bullshit I mean stress-inducing incidents.  Sure, I might get angry or aggravated. I might even give in to those emotions and say something I might not have said had I taken a few more minutes to think things over.  Most of the time, though, I like to think that I'm capable of rational thought and reasonable responses. 

Deprive me of my sleep, though, and I turn into a nut job.  It's not pretty and it's often inexcusable.  Reason evaporates and I'm left functioning on a fearful combination of frustration and fury. 

I hesitate to give an actual example because it will totally blow the nice girl persona. 

Oh, what the hell...I'm not that nice.  If you've been around me long enough, you already know this. 

Our little Yorkie's stroke had an unfortunate side-effect. It blinded the little fellow.  We're not sure that he's completely blind, mind you, but his vision is severely reduced.  If he's lucky, he can differentiate between light and dark if there's a stark contrast between the two. This means he has no way to distinguish between day and night.  This has resulted in him getting the two mixed up.  Even when we were home with him over the winter break, he would sleep all day long in the living room and bark throughout the night from within his kennel.  

Stuck in the planter.  An example of where a blind dog can find himself.

He has a very piercing bark. You certainly can't sleep through it. 

As my husband had volunteered to work over our scheduled break, he needed his sleep more than the rest of us.  This often meant that the kids or I would attempt to stay up with the confused little fellow in an effort to keep him quiet.  It was rough.  Really rough.  My boys looked like they hadn't slept in weeks by the time they were getting ready to go back to school.

One particular night, I was exhausted.  Terribly exhausted.  Ready-to-cry exhausted.  

The Poops (his nickname) refused to let me get more than an half-hour of sleep here or there.  This was made worse by the fact that our couch has been broken down to the point of discomfort.  Sleeping on there under the best of circumstances is less than ideal. 

By 4:00 a.m. I was beside myself.  I plucked him up for what felt like the hundredth time, latched his leash to his body harness, and took him out into the frosty winter night for yet another potty break.  So, there I was tired to the point of tears, shivering in my too thin jammies, waiting for the world's most stubborn blind dog to find a spot to relieve himself.  The words that came pouring out of my mouth at this poor, afflicted animal are not fit to repeat.  The least offensive thing I told him was that no one liked him anymore, which isn't true, but that didn't matter, not at the time.  

Knowing I was ready to shake him into a million pieces if he didn't let me get some sleep, I was forced to lock him away in his kennel and let him whine and bark.  Touching him again might have pushed me beyond the boundary of an ornery pre-dawn monologue. Knowing this, I had to let him carry while I stuffed a pillow over my head and prayed the rest of the house would sleep through the noise he was making.  I think that was the same night my hubby finally had had enough and put him in the garage for a couple of hours before he had to get up for work. 

I'm not sure.  It all blends together. 

On the bright side, we think we've finally figured out how to get some rest despite his mixed up schedule.  We purchased a heating pad that was designed to sit inside his kennel.  It's water resistant and thermostat controlled.  This is important because the only place we've found in our house that allows us to escape his insistent yapping is in our basement, which is not exactly warm.  In fact, it's downright chilly.  The heating pad, though, seems to be just the thing to keep him toasty.  

Now if only we could get him healthy and back to normal.  We may have purchased the heating pad and relocated him to the basement a day or two too late because I think he's running a fever now. So, tonight we're off to the vet once more. 

I may need to get a second job to help pay for the dog's vet bill!

Pictures of Me and My Friends

I think the object here is to post one picture of me with all my friends, but that's simply not possible.  We're never all in one spot at the same time.  Instead, I've decided to post several pictures of me and my friends.  That I have several pictures to post reminds me that I am truly blessed. 

Me, Terri & Angie.  A night out with our hubbies, who were sitting just out of the frame.

Me & Jessica (my cousin) at the family Christmas party.

Me, Tammy and Amie.  Tammy was visiting from out-of-state.

Scrapbooking crew at the bar.  Me, Terri, Laura, Becky, Danielle, and Chrissy.

The BFFs.  My hubby and I are lucky that our best friends happen to be married to each other.  This makes for great double dates!
Me & my sister-in-law, Ronnie.  She's my girl!
Although I see a few of these ladies only once or twice a year if I'm lucky, I love each and every one of them.  

Yes, I am truly blessed. 

Day 2 - My Blog Name

Hm.  I think I have my name right there for the world to see thanks to the integration of Google Plus with Blogger...probably not smart.

My blog title, on the other hand, seems rather self-explanatory.  I'm not sure what to say about it other than I sometimes feel as if I'd like to live in a castle in the clouds, somewhere far from earth and all the responsibilities of being an adult. 

I guess, if I'm attempting for transparency here, that the blog title also represents my wish to live out my dreams.

Day 01 - A Picture and Some Facts

Yep, that's me.  This was early Christmas morning, fresh from bed.  I don't think I've brushed my hair or teeth yet, to be honest.  I was much too excited about opening presents to be bothered with basic hygiene.

I guess that leads nicely into my 15 facts...

Fact #1:
Even though I pull off being an adult with some success, I'm truly a kid at heart.  Christmas morning is a perfect example.  My children would have slept for who knows how long if I hadn't decided it was time to get the day started.  When my dad found out, he laughed and said some things never change.  I assume this was because I was almost always the one waking up my brothers and sisters - rarely did my brother beat me to it. 

Fact #2:
Speaking of siblings, I am the oldest of five.  I have two brothers and two sisters.  The boys are sandwiched between us girls.

My youngest sister is from my Dad's second marriage.  Yep, that means I'm a child of divorce.  My parents split when I was ten years old.  Unlike most divorces back then, though, my Dad ended up with custody of us kids.  This allowed us to stay in our home and, by extension, in our school district.  Although my Fifth Grade teacher may disagree, I really think this gave us some sense of normalcy that year and helped get us through the worst of the drama.

Fact #4:
By staying in our house, I also was lucky enough to grow up next door to my cousins.  They relocated from the next town over a few years after the divorce was final.  My cousin, who is one of my dearest friends, was in Fifth Grade that year and wasn't happy about the move because she'd be leaving her friends behind.  For my own selfish reasons, I was delighted.  Growing up in the middle of the woods could be fun, but it could also be incredibly boring when you'd had enough of your siblings.  I was certain having a playmate my own age and gender nearby was going to be awesome - and I was right. 

I have to say that growing up next door to them made me want the same thing for my kids.  Granted, we don't live next door to any of my siblings, but most of us live in the same small town.  This means that even if we choose to send our kids to different schools (private vs. public), the kids usually end up in the same extracurricular sports.  This is changing, though, as the kids begin having a voice in which sport(s) they want to participate in.    

Fact #5: 
I'm not a soccer mom.  At least, not any more.  The boys were done with soccer when the oldest boy started playing football.  The two seasons overlapped too much for my taste, so we decided to quit soccer and focus on the town's more socially acceptable pastime.  (What?  We may not be Texas, but trust me when I tell you that our teeny, tiny town is all about the football.)

Of course, football isn't the only sport my boys play.  We're getting ready to head into basketball now.  In fact, the oldest has his first practice tonight. Once that season ends, I believe we'll be attending track meets.

Fact #6:
Usually I'm juggling the full-time job and my school schedule during their sports seasons.  It's been a challenge, but I'm finally only six credits away from graduating with my Masters in English Language and Literature.  Of course, I think I may add one more class into the mix, but that's a decision I'm not making today.

Fact #7:
I'm not making that decision today because I'm not taking classes this semester.  I decided a break was in order because I'm still not certain how I managed to pull off the last class I was in.  Life kind of fell apart in the fall.  I'm still working on pulling the pieces back together.

Fact #8:
One of those pieces comes in a furry, four-legged package.  If you've been following the blog at all, you already know that my Yorkie had a stroke in late November.  Although he's no longer on death's door, he's still not himself.  The fact is he may never be his pre-stroke self again, especially if he never regains his eyesight.

Fact #9:
Taking a blind dog - who also happens to have his days and nights screwed up - camping is already cause for concern.  Our camper is not sound proof.  A yappy dog at three in the morning is not going to make us any friends at the campground. In fact, it may get us kicked out.

Fact #10:
Other than that small, scary fact, we're looking forward to doing lots of camping this summer. Our youngest was adamant about not playing baseball this year, so we'll have the time and opportunity to make the most of the warm weather months.  Although we'll miss our baseball family, we're excited by the freedom to be found in a sports-free schedule!

Not to mention, without a hectic school and sports schedule to navigate, I am should be able to do my three favorite things: read, play video games, and scrapbook.  

Fact #11:
I am a voracious reader.  Voracious and eclectic.  I will read almost anything.  The reading material of choice is usually determined by mood.  Sometimes I feel like indulging in a steamy historical romance, sometimes I prefer some hard science in my science fiction.  Then there are days where only dragons and magic will do.  Just as there are days when a classic seems just the thing.  Reading the same type of book, one after another, holds absolutely no appeal.  I require variety! 

Fact #12: 
I love my Kindle, but I will always have a place on my bookshelves for paperbacks and discounted hardcovers.  Mainly because paperbacks are less of a risk when relaxing in a tub full of suds.  The idea of the Kindle dropping into the bathtub by accident is terrifying!

Fact #13:
In addition to reading as much as I can in the coming school-free months, I am also going to get back to my writing.  In fact, I start today!  This is only because a workable idea came to me last night. It still needs some work to make it, well, work, but there's some solid details I can work with now.

Fact #14: 
I'm self-published under a pseudonym because I'm hoping to reserve my legal name for the more traditional publishing route.  At least, this was the thought at the time I decided to self-publish.  Now that I've actually tried that route, I'm beginning to wonder just how hard I will pursue the traditional path.

Fact #15:
As if reading and writing aren't enough to keep me busy, I also plan on spending the next few months indulging in video games and scrapbooking.  My hubby got me a Silhouette for Christmas, which is beyond awesome.  I'm still learning the ins and outs, but believe me when I say that it will make scrapbooking even more fun than it already was.

There...that's my fifteen!  I guess it wasn't so bad.

A Little Late to the Game, But I Want to Play

I've been a terrible blogger.  Random, rare updates have become the norm.  I'd like to change this.  So, while I know the challenge officially started on January 1st, I want to jump on the January blog challenge.  Here's the list of daily writing prompts I will be attempting: 

Day 01- A recent picture of you and 15 interesting facts about yourself.

Day 02- The meaning behind your blog name.

Day 03- A picture of you and your friends.

Day 04- A habit that you wish you didn’t have.

Day 05- A picture of somewhere you’ve been to.

Day 06- Favorite super hero and why.

Day 07- A picture of someone/something that has the biggest impact on you.

Day 08- Short term goals for this month and why.

Day 09- Something you’re proud of in the past few days.

Day 10- Songs you listen to when you are Happy, Sad, Bored, Hyped, Mad.

Day 11- Another picture of you and your friends.

Day 12- How you found out about blogging and why you made one.

Day 13- A letter to someone who has hurt you recently.

Day 14- A picture of you and your family.

Day 15- Put your iPod on shuffle: First 10 songs that play.

Day 16- Another picture of yourself.

Day 17- Someone you would want to switch lives with for one day and why.

Day 18- Plans/dreams/goals you have.

Day 19- Nicknames you have; why do you have them.

Day 20- Someone you see yourself marrying/being with in the future.

Day 21- A picture of something that makes you happy.

Day 22- What makes you different from everyone else.

Day 23- Something you crave a lot.

Day 24- A letter to your parents.

Day 25- What I would find in your bag.

Day 26- What you think about your friends.

Day 27- Why are you doing this 30 day challenge.

Day 28- A picture of you last year and now, how have you changed since then?

Day 29- Your favorite song.
Day 30- In this past month, what have you learned. 

As today is January 3rd, I am going to be doing the first three posts today.  Wish me luck!