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In case you ever come across my blog, you should totally check out a blog of a great friend of mine, my sister at heart.
melodicrelations.wordpress.com
Help her out with her project with school, and give her comments!
Today I was thinking about something. I wish I had a closer relationship with God. I wish I was more of a Catholic, closer with my religious roots, I suppose. I’m proud of telling people that I’m an Irish Catholic, but not because I’m a practicing Catholic, but instead because of the typical reaction to that. Just like people react to Italian Catholics, or what they think when they hear that. Yes, I was baptized Catholic, raised going to Catholic churches, Catholic schools. Hell, I even chose to go to a Catholic college. (Two actually) But I will be totally honest. Church bores me. Catholics depress me, because we as a whole don’t so much live our faith as we mourn it. (Not to say that every Catholic does this. I can think of one special one that lives her faith everyday. I wish I could be like that.) One of my major issues, is that I’m just too damn stubborn to change the way that I live because of a religion, no matter which one it is. I figure that I live a decent life, so I’m not going to end up in Hell, for the most part. Sure, I’ve said some messed up things, but for the most part, I’m a good person, because let’s face it. No one is perfect. I konw that being a Catholic isn’t really something you can be taught, trust me, after over 12 years of Catholic schools, no one can teach you how to have faith in something. You either do or you don’t. Now, I’m not saying I have no faith in God. But I just sometimes feel like I’m not in the right religion I guess. Or maybe the wrong sect of that religion. I don’t know. I mean, I see other people with such a strong sense of faith, and I envy that. I wish I had the power in my heart (or should I say soul?) to give the hard things in my life over to God, and pray. Not just when I’m desperate for help, or guidance, but just to have that relationship with something bigger than me, to reach out and talk, even though I won’t always get a direct answer, but have complete faith that I’m being listened to. I’ve always been attracted to books, shows, film about different religions, wondered what each one is like. Maybe trying to find out which one is for me. Another I don’t know is popping in my head. I guess I’m going to need someone to talk to on this one.
Well, my husband left yesterday morning for training, and I’m by myself. But we got to do something pretty cool before he left. He took me to the aquarium, something that I really like doing. So here are some pictures of our drive there, and some cool stuff we saw.


Some fishing boats on the way, and an albino tree frog.
Same story, different day. Two new photos!

Can you believe how tall Carolina Pines really are? Yeah, I’m 5′7″ and they go so high. Andre the Giant would be completely dwarfed by them.

Yeah, I would be jealous too. He’s amazing.
Well, before I put in my photo from yesterday and today (sorry I got lazy) let me just regal you guys with some thoughts.
There are a lot of things that I would like to do. (learn how to ride a motorcycle, fire a gun, stuff like that) And even if these aren’t things I do on a regular basis, I just want to be able to say “hey, I’ve done that.” I feel like sometimes I miss out on a lot of cool stuff because my husband and I always butt heads when he’s trying to teach me something, or because I’m just too nervous about him teaching me something. I guess because I’m afraid of being bad at it, of him getting frustrated with teaching me, whatever–stupid things like that. I psych myself out a lot when it comes to doing things that I KNOW he’s going to be good at. It’s stupid, I know. I can’t really explain why I do this, or what makes me feel so weird about when he’s teaching me something. I got the same type of feeling when he came to martial arts with me a few times after his deployment, and we had to spar each other. I knew that he would be better at it than me, I mean damn, he gets trained in fighting and killing people for goodness sake, so if he weren’t better than me at sparring, I would be scared.
I just want to experience things I guess. Experience more things. I might not like all of them, but I just want to be able to say that I did it. I just don’t want to regret not doing something, because I’m scared. I don’t mean like I’m going to go jump out of an airplane or something like that, but things that I could easily do.
Anyway, without further ado (or complaints) here are the two photos, one from yesterday, and one from today.

It’s probably best that you don’t ask about that.

Exercising with Turbo last night.
I actually remembered to take the camera to work today, and this is what came of it. This is what happens when we’re slow during lunch, really bored, and someone happens to have a camera. True, not a photo of something that is totally moving, but it was funny. So enjoy looking at Nick with coffee.

I won’t lie, I completely forgot my camera all day today. (not that I had much at work to take pictures of, but I still forgot it.) So since I actually made a real dinner at the stove for once, I thought I would take a picture of my culinary deliciousness, even if you can’t tell it’s tasty, I will let you know, it really was.
So here is my chicken and spinach salad with chopped apples and balsamic vinaigrette.

Nothing too special today. Just my furbaby. Cause he’s cute, and I love him.

I’ve decided to start that project I’m sure some of you have heard about. Doing a year in photographs. It always sounded like fun, so I decided that I will do one this year, and use my blog as the upload point, because well, I never really use it for anything else.
Yep, I know, I’m a few days behind. But what of it? The whole point is to start documenting my year BEFORE my husband deploys again, so that whilst he is away, I have something to occupy me, and some sort of creation of my own to keep up on. Then by the end of the year, I will probably compile all of my photos into an album.
But, I’m getting ahead of myself. I just have to keep up on the project. Which in itself, may prove difficult enough for me.
So here it is, photo number one. Bear with me, I’m not the most creative of photographers. But I’m willing to give it a shot.
I took this photo because recently I began reading Pride and Prejudice (again, for the 3rd time) and yet again, can’t put it down for the life of me. So this is my recognition to Jane Austen I suppose.

I have this plastered everywhere, because I just love the way it came out. I wrote it the night before my husband left for training in Virginia for 3 weeks. It’s just one line, but I couldn’t sleep that night, and this is what I did while I was writing. I was just giving him a kiss on his shoulder, and went to sleep.
“So I plant a kiss upon thy shoulder love, and bid thee sweet goodnight.”