Day Thirty:A Picture of Your Breakfast

So I have a confession to make. I didn't read this prompt until 9:38pm, so this isn't an actual picture of my actual breakfast. I stole it from google images. Shame shame.

Now that that's out of the way, you are probably wondering why I am eating fries for breakfast? It's simple. I slept until noon, and no matter how much you freak out on McDonald's...they won't serve you breakfast after 10:30.

Since I am stealing images, I figured I'd steal a clip too. This is hilarious, and very much how I felt when I realized I couldn't get a McGriddle this afternoon. ENJOY!!!!

Day Twenty Nine:A Picture of Something That Always Makes You Smile

So once upon a time in high school, a friend and I got these balloons. In all honesty, I cannot remember why we got them. I only know that they were GINORMOUSLY HUGE, and that the day we brought them to school it was cloudy. They stuck out like shiny yellow smiley faces on a cloudy day.

Oh wait...they were shiny yellow smiley faces on a cloudy day! LOL

Anyways, they were fun and no matter how many years it's been, every time I run across this picture in my photo box it makes me smile.

Day Twenty Eight:A Picture of The Shirt You Wore Today

Let me just start by saying that the reason my hair looks like this is because the Badmitton game was INTENSE!!! Lots of diving, rolling (in Tyler's case) and lots of falling down and eating grass (in mine).

Tyler was whooping all over me while I was running around in flip flops and work clothes, so I changed into my sneakers and my lucky number 19 shirt. I figured since he was running around in a 45 Jersey, it was the least I could do.

And for the record, I whooped his little 9 year old butt in the second game...ROFL!!!

Day Twenty Seven:A Picture of Your Favorite Night

I love New Year's Eve. It's the one time of year I get to pretend like we all have a fresh slate, and get to start over. Plus, there's fireworks...and who in their right mind doesn't LOVE fireworks???

New Year's these days involve staying at home and trying my hardest to stay awake till midnight. LOL.

Once upon a time they involved all types of craziness, like the year we decided to go to Vegas at three in the afternoon, while we were in Yucca Valley. (Trust me on this one...DON'T EVER go to Vegas for New Year's unless you planned WAY in advance and have a room on the strip booked). Then there was the Rawhide fiasco, but I'm gonna blame that one on Pete's Marguaritas. Those are fierce, and unless you are an alcoholic, you want to stick to one or two, or you wind up looking like this...

Day Twenty Six:A Picture of Something That Means A Lot To You

Our most basic instinct is not for survival but for family.  Most of us would give our own life for the survival of a family member, yet we lead our daily life too often as if we take our family for granted.  ~Paul Pearshall

Need I say anything more?

Day Twenty Five:A Picture of You From A Year Ago

Looks a little blurry and crazy, huh? That's why it's a great picture...it captures where I was this time last year. Off track, and certainly out of focus.

Stuck in between two worlds. Where I was, and where I wanted to be. And trying to come to terms with the fact that neither was somewhere I belonged.

It's been a long year, full of tears, sorrow, self pity, self hatred, friendships coming and going, and finally a lot of prayers, healing, forgiveness, and finally above all else some peace.

***As a side note...I am a quarter of the way through this challenge, and have not been late once...except for today. But technically, in my head, it is still the 25th. Regardless of what the clock says. If the store closes later, and I get home later, then I post later...my challenge...my rules. LOL

Day Twenty Four:A Picture of Your Favorite Purchase Ever.

Yeah, so I have no idea what my favorite purchase ever was. Or if I even still have the item. My house is a random, crazy mix of eclectic things displayed all over. I don't buy stuff just to have stuff...I buy it because it's cool, interesting, inspires me, or just makes me feel good. This little guy is one of those things.

When I was very little, my Mom used to tell me that she loved me more than the man in the moon. Being so very small, and the moon being so very big...well, at the time I thought that must mean an awful lot. So twenty some odd years later, when I ran across this crazy looking, cantaloupe sized "Man in the Moon" at a thrift store I snapped him up quick. I remember laughing about it, because I was having a very serious "I need my Mommy" day, and there he was.

He sits on the entertainment center, and no matter how long I have had him...every time I see him I smile. :)