The last time I was home, Tim's Mom mentioned that it takes about a month to build a habit. And I want to make a habit out of writing here more often:) It's on the list along with waking up on time, exercising 3x per week, and preparing for bible study BEFORE bible study and not during:P
I'm not sure where this came from originally, but I stumbled on the 30 Day Blog Journal prompt (literally, using StumbleUpon) and thought I'd give it a shot while tying in crafts and photography where they fit.
I'll be starting on October 1. Here is the list of prompts for each of the 30 days.
Day 1 - your favorite song
Day 2 - your favorite movie
Day 3 - your favorite television program
Day 4 - your favorite book
Day 5 - your favorite quote
Day 6 - 20 of my favorite things
Day 7 - a photo that makes you happy
Day 8 - a photo that makes you angry/sad
Day 9 - a photo you took
Day 10 - a photo taken over 10 years ago of you
Day 11 - a photo of you recently
Day 12 - something you are OCD about
Day 13 - a fictional book
Day 14 - a non-fictional book
Day 15 - your dream house
Day 16 - a song that makes you cry (or nearly)
Day 17 - an art piece (drawing, sculpture, painting, etc)
Day 18 - my wedding/future wedding/past wedding
Day 19 - a talent of yours
Day 20 - a hobby of yours
Day 21 - a recipe
Day 22 - a website
Day 23 - a youtube video
Day 24 - where I live
Day 25 - your day, in great detail
Day 26 - your week, in great detail
Day 27 - my worst habit
Day 28 - whats in my handbag/purse
Day 29 - hopes,dreams and plans for the next 365 days
Day 30 - a dream for the future
Tim will be in charge of pestering me when I haven't completed one of my days. Or gotten up on time. Or neglected to exercise at all:P
Wish us luck:)
30 September 2010
11 September 2010
9 Years
Saturday marks the 9 year anniversary of September 11, 2001. It's our generations version of the horrible tragedy which, upon mentioning, causes everyone to start talking about where they were that day.
(In case you were wondering, I was a junior in high school. I was in gym class when the first plane hit, and in Geometry when the second one hit. We did nothing but watch or listen to the news in all of our classes for the rest of the day. I remember journalists turning in stories with people screaming and running while sirens wailed in the background).
One of my favorite memories from being in marching band stems from this. At our very next football game, they dedicated the pre-game show to the victims of the attacks. And after we did our normal pre-game routine, we moved forward to the formation we normally stood in to play the national anthem. And instead of lifting our instruments, we laid them down on the ground in front of us and went to parade rest. The announcer asked the spectators to stand-which they did-and we snapped to attention. And instead of playing the national anthem, we sang it. 50 teenagers belted the Star Spangled Banner whether they could sing well or not (I distinctly remember being positioned next to a tone-deaf colorguard member) at the top of their lungs with all the pride they could muster. And the people in the stands sang and the cheerleaders sang and the football players sang. And in light of recent events, and the fear associated with them, it was one of the most awesome moments I've ever experienced. I marched for 10 years between middle school, high school, and college. And no horn pop, fancy visual effect, loud pop tune, or dance break elicited a better crowd response than a group of kids singing.
I also remember a short time later watching footage of Operation Shock and Awe with Tim, who had two brothers in the military. I remember fearing that Tim's brother, Nate, who had graduated the previous year and headed off to boot camp for the Marines, would be sent overseas to fight. And he was. Twice.
As you go about your day this Saturday, please take a moment to think and remember those that were lost in the attacks on September 11, 2001. Say a prayer for their families and the soldiers that have fought and are still fighting for our freedoms and the freedoms of others.
(In case you were wondering, I was a junior in high school. I was in gym class when the first plane hit, and in Geometry when the second one hit. We did nothing but watch or listen to the news in all of our classes for the rest of the day. I remember journalists turning in stories with people screaming and running while sirens wailed in the background).
One of my favorite memories from being in marching band stems from this. At our very next football game, they dedicated the pre-game show to the victims of the attacks. And after we did our normal pre-game routine, we moved forward to the formation we normally stood in to play the national anthem. And instead of lifting our instruments, we laid them down on the ground in front of us and went to parade rest. The announcer asked the spectators to stand-which they did-and we snapped to attention. And instead of playing the national anthem, we sang it. 50 teenagers belted the Star Spangled Banner whether they could sing well or not (I distinctly remember being positioned next to a tone-deaf colorguard member) at the top of their lungs with all the pride they could muster. And the people in the stands sang and the cheerleaders sang and the football players sang. And in light of recent events, and the fear associated with them, it was one of the most awesome moments I've ever experienced. I marched for 10 years between middle school, high school, and college. And no horn pop, fancy visual effect, loud pop tune, or dance break elicited a better crowd response than a group of kids singing.
I also remember a short time later watching footage of Operation Shock and Awe with Tim, who had two brothers in the military. I remember fearing that Tim's brother, Nate, who had graduated the previous year and headed off to boot camp for the Marines, would be sent overseas to fight. And he was. Twice.
As you go about your day this Saturday, please take a moment to think and remember those that were lost in the attacks on September 11, 2001. Say a prayer for their families and the soldiers that have fought and are still fighting for our freedoms and the freedoms of others.
08 September 2010
The Infinity Dress
I spend some time after work (almost daily, unfortunately) using StumbleUpon to browse craft sites. And I came upon this post from 2006 on Rostichery on how to make a convertible dress. And I was fascinated. I'm not a huge fan of wearing dresses, and I'm even less into shopping for them. (Mostly because nothing ever fits me right). So making my own infinity dress seems like a really cool idea, especially since I have 2 weddings coming up soon, and it would be great if I could wear the same dress (in a different style) to both:)
If you're interested, there's a post on Knuckle Salad with some clarifications on the process of making your own infinity dress. And a quick Google search turns up many places where you could buy one from $30 at Target to $1195 at Neiman Marcus. So if you're interested in your own infinity dress, happy shopping/sewing!
Jessie
If you're interested, there's a post on Knuckle Salad with some clarifications on the process of making your own infinity dress. And a quick Google search turns up many places where you could buy one from $30 at Target to $1195 at Neiman Marcus. So if you're interested in your own infinity dress, happy shopping/sewing!
Jessie
04 September 2010
My Birthday In Pictures
Celebrating my 25th on the 2nd and the weekend of the 11/12th. :)
Tim forgot to stop at Acme and get a cake, so he used a donut from our fridge. (Don't worry, the real cake comes later...) And, if it's a true Rohrer birthday, there will be re-lighting candles involved.
I guess I could have shared...
I forgot to take my camera with me when we went out, but we trooped up to Plymouth Meeting and had dinner on the patio at California Pizza Kitchen:) We got to watch all the clouds turn shades of pink, orange, and purple while the sun set.
And THIS was our awesome dessert. Chocolate Souffle cake. It was AWESOME.
After dinner, we went into the mall. While Tim was hunting for cards in the Hallmark (mine isn't the only birthday this month), I was making good use of a gift card to Bath & Body Works. They had a buy three, get three free sale going on, so I went to town...I stocked up on Coconut Lime Verbena and found a new scent, Butterfly Flower.
Back at home, I took a nice, long bubble bath:) It was much-needed.
And all was well until 3:30 am when the fire alarm went off. They figured someone pulled the alarm and sent us all back inside because there was no smoke. But we had to wait for the maintenance staff to come shut off the alarms. Oy.
Since we're going to Florida in October as our birthday/anniversary/Christmas gift to each other, Tim got us a set of nerf guns to play with for my birthday:) We had a gun battle in the apartment before having "cake" and going out for dinner:P There were darts everywhere.
Back at home, I took a nice, long bubble bath:) It was much-needed.
And all was well until 3:30 am when the fire alarm went off. They figured someone pulled the alarm and sent us all back inside because there was no smoke. But we had to wait for the maintenance staff to come shut off the alarms. Oy.
02 September 2010
The Worst Vet Visit Ever
Yesterday, after work, I took Jack to the vet for his annual immunizations. I put his harness on him, which put him a little on edge, then stuck him in his crate. He didn't really seem to mind any of this, but was visibly anxious as soon as we stepped outside. Because the outside is big and smells funny. He calmed down once I stuck him in the car and spent the 15 minute trip to the vet's office sniffing the air. No meows or growls or anything. I thought this would be an easy visit since it was just a checkup and he did fine last year. And I was totally WRONG.
He sat in his carrier while we were in the waiting room, looking kind of uninterested. He only stiffened up when the patient before us (a large greyhound) came out and sniffed at his cage. When I walked in the room and plopped him down on the exam table, he started growling. I took him out of the crate and he balled up on the table, looking very much like he was ready to tear out of the room as soon as a door opened. He hissed and growled at the tech, who had to wrap him up in a towel just to weigh him. The tech left the room and Jack calmed down to where he was no longer growling with his ears folded back, but was sitting up on the table, perking his ears toward all the new sounds.
Then the vet and another tech came in. Jack hunched down, folded his ears back, and started hissing at them. I warned them that he does bite and reminded them that he still has his front claws. I kept ahold of the back of his harness, which the vet told me to stop doing in case he decided he wanted to bite someone. They wrapped him back up in the towel, but Jack was having none of it. He became a ball of claws and teeth, and actually started tearing through the towel. My cat went from growls and hisses to THE BEAST FROM THE EAST so fast it wasn't funny. So they got a blanket, scooped him up, and took him into a different room. Ever see one of those cartoons with a yowling cat inside a bag? I was totally mortified. And worried that Jack would maul someone's arm.
I heard him yowl twice (once for each shot), then they brought him back and we stuffed him back in his crate and tossed the towel over it. The vet told me there was no way they could examine him in that state and gave me a list of things to look out for. I told them how he is at home...Generally calm unless we startle him or someone new comes over to visit. I also mentioned the random late-night attacks. They were impressed when I mentioned that I could actually get him to hold still so I could clip his nails. They talked to me about play aggression and status-related aggression, which cats develop when they are separated from their mother too early. They gave me some information on how to handle this behavior, but told me that the prognosis for his behavior improving without a daily dose of something like Prozac was grim. (I mentioned that, at this point, one of us needed a prescription for Prozac.) They told me it would cost about a dollar per day to medicate him and that he would have to be switched to wet food to do so. I told them I would talk over it with Tim and give them a call if we decided we needed the prescription. The vet wished me luck, I paid the bill, and I took my still-growling and very angry ball of fur out the back door.
And as soon as we'd left the office, he turned around a couple of times in his crate, settled down, and looked up at me as if to say, "We're going home now, right?" Which reminded me very much of a little kid whose tantrum got him exactly what he wanted.
Stupid cat.
He sat in his carrier while we were in the waiting room, looking kind of uninterested. He only stiffened up when the patient before us (a large greyhound) came out and sniffed at his cage. When I walked in the room and plopped him down on the exam table, he started growling. I took him out of the crate and he balled up on the table, looking very much like he was ready to tear out of the room as soon as a door opened. He hissed and growled at the tech, who had to wrap him up in a towel just to weigh him. The tech left the room and Jack calmed down to where he was no longer growling with his ears folded back, but was sitting up on the table, perking his ears toward all the new sounds.
Then the vet and another tech came in. Jack hunched down, folded his ears back, and started hissing at them. I warned them that he does bite and reminded them that he still has his front claws. I kept ahold of the back of his harness, which the vet told me to stop doing in case he decided he wanted to bite someone. They wrapped him back up in the towel, but Jack was having none of it. He became a ball of claws and teeth, and actually started tearing through the towel. My cat went from growls and hisses to THE BEAST FROM THE EAST so fast it wasn't funny. So they got a blanket, scooped him up, and took him into a different room. Ever see one of those cartoons with a yowling cat inside a bag? I was totally mortified. And worried that Jack would maul someone's arm.
I heard him yowl twice (once for each shot), then they brought him back and we stuffed him back in his crate and tossed the towel over it. The vet told me there was no way they could examine him in that state and gave me a list of things to look out for. I told them how he is at home...Generally calm unless we startle him or someone new comes over to visit. I also mentioned the random late-night attacks. They were impressed when I mentioned that I could actually get him to hold still so I could clip his nails. They talked to me about play aggression and status-related aggression, which cats develop when they are separated from their mother too early. They gave me some information on how to handle this behavior, but told me that the prognosis for his behavior improving without a daily dose of something like Prozac was grim. (I mentioned that, at this point, one of us needed a prescription for Prozac.) They told me it would cost about a dollar per day to medicate him and that he would have to be switched to wet food to do so. I told them I would talk over it with Tim and give them a call if we decided we needed the prescription. The vet wished me luck, I paid the bill, and I took my still-growling and very angry ball of fur out the back door.
And as soon as we'd left the office, he turned around a couple of times in his crate, settled down, and looked up at me as if to say, "We're going home now, right?" Which reminded me very much of a little kid whose tantrum got him exactly what he wanted.
Stupid cat.
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