Day 42

Confession...I took this picture on Day 40. But I don't care...that much. It was for this challenge anyway. Moving on...

Speaking of loves...I previously mentioned my affection for Charleston. Here I'm going to harp a little on my affection for books. I love them. I'm pretty sure I always have; mom taught me how to read pretty early on. I frequently find myself in the position of reading far more than one book at a time (see right). I'm reading some with other people, some are majorly teaching me things and I don't want to rush through them, and others are for fun/enjoyment (not that the others aren't...but sometimes it's just a little easier to read a fiction book than a theology/discipline heavy non-fiction). I occasionally judge a book by its cover. I'm excited to have me and all my books in one place one day, with them all on a bookcase(s).



Bookcases/Bookshelves. I've been thinking about starting a weekly theme with my photos, and I can see bookshelves being a weekly theme. One of my favorite things to do upon going to people's homes/offices is checking out the bookshelf. One of my favorite bookshelves is David's at Wesley. I like the lines/compartments, that it fits a ton, that it has a good mix of other elements on it so it's not overhwelming, and that it's tall.

Day 41

On Wednesdays we get off of work at 2:00 p.m., before we have to go back in the evening. 2:00 p.m.-5:00 p.m. is usually a magical time for me, errand-running wise. Businesses are open. There usually aren't any lines. It's fantastic.

One necessary errand on Wednesday was getting something done at the Honda-dealership. I had all intentions of spending the 35-45 minutes the transmission fluid change would take to read some things that I was behind on. Then, the latest issue of Charleston magazine caught my eye and captured my attention. Back-story...Charleston is one of, if not my favorite, places in America. I just love it. A lot.

Day 40

For Day 40 I got a pretty good shot that I liked a lot early on in the day, and was planning for that to be my post (and it will make it's appearance on Day 42). I got home from work and was chilling out at home, and my attention was called to the dogs. I have been reluctant to take any pictures of the dogs for this challenge because, honestly, I take a lot of pictures of them. When I was organizing my photos in December for September-December I had more pictures of dogs than humans. But, they're just really funny.

Case in point: Delilah, the little red-headed dog, is the rounder of the two dogs. Petey, the black & white dog, is tiny. There's no fat on the boy. But Delilah makes up for him. Their beds are the same size, and it cracked me up to see the differences in napping style between the two.

Day 39

Per mentioned, on Sunday Mary and I went "Targeting", and this cheerful shower curtain was one of Mary's purchases. It was placed in the guest/my bathroom and because of the layout of the house, whenever the door is open you see it. Cheerful is really the best word to describe the shower curtain. The wise little owls. The cute little squirrels (note, this will probably be one of the very few times you'll ever hear me call a squirrel cute). The fun trees. The color scheme. So fun! And before, I really didn't think shower curtains could be fun.

Day 38

Sunday was a really good day, for the most part. I went to church. I went to Barbs with lots of awesome people. I went to a wedding. I went shopping with Mary. The only hiccup was the huge headache that I had from the moment I woke up until around 4:00 p.m. Since my weekend up until Sunday had had its fair amount of trials, I was determined to fully enjoy one day of it, headache or not. Mid-afternoon, while my head is pounding away I decide to play a fun little game on the FB--word-twist. I. did. AWFUL. And maybe I was a little short on the inside because of the pounding going on in my brain, but I found the games friendly comments after each round of "you're doing a great job" to be disgustingly patronizing. Especially after getting only 9 points in a round, when my opponent got like a million. Or 60. Somewhere around there.

Day 37

I prefer quality over quantity. For example, I'd much rather not have a lot of shoes and instead have one good pair. Case in point: these tennis shoes. I waited and waited for them. I'm glad they were a gift, or else I probably wouldn't have them. I take really good care of them--they are exercise-only shoes, and are never worn other than when going to the gym. If it's raining, I won't wear them from the car to inside--I'll keep them in my bag, and then put them on. They gotta last!



They turned slightly traitorous to me on Saturday. I was in a hurry on Saturday (which should be a clear premonition about where this story is going; whenever I'm in a hurry my coordination suffers) while getting ready for work. I turned around quickly to grab something and the next thing I know I'm sailing to the ground, narrowly missing knocking my head on the dresser as I tumble over my shoes.

Day 36

It's Thursday night. Day 35 of this project. It's about 1:00 a.m. I think to myself, with great delight as I settle into bed, "yes! I'm setting my alarm for 8:00 a.m. I finally get to sleep in!" And I'm very thankful.



Note the time on my phone. That is not 6:42 p.m. It is 6:42 A.M. Almost exactly 10 minutes earlier I received the most ridiculous text messages of my LIFE (ask me for the story, I won't share it on here), that kicked off the WORST day of the year. Correction. More like the worst 12-hour span of the year. I had a lot of fun on Friday night hanging out with a friend. Just those hours leading up to it were, as I've been describing it, a "soap opera." A crazy, ridiculous soap opera.