30 Day Closing

The day has come. My 30 days are now up and my challenge to write a memory every day is over. Honestly, I'm kind of disappointed with myself. I didn't manage my time as wisely as I would have liked, nor did I make myself write every day of the challenge. Regardless, when I did write, I loved it! I want to walk away from this with a positive attitude. I plan to keep writing and take into account some of the suggestions from other writers I have gathered in my research. I hope ya'll have enjoyed my memories thus far. If I can get into the habit like I want to, I will continue to share some of my memories throughout the rest of the semester. Thank you all for following me (:

Papaw Tim

Well my friends, my 30-day challenge is coming to an end. My last post for this project will be done tomorrow. For my last memory blog (for this project at least) I am leaving you with a serious one. For no particular reason, I've been thinking a lot about my papaw Tim. I hope you enjoy this memory, for it's one that I will always hold dear. 

In November of 2006, my grandpa Tim passed away from lung cancer. Honestly, when I look back, I didn’t know him nearly as well as I thought I did. This fact still occasionally upsets me. Everyone that knew him spoke so highly of him. I remember at his viewing and funeral, hearing so many stories of a grandpa that I never knew. The important thing is, I know that he was a great man. The memories I do have of him are common ones, but good ones. One of my last happy memories happened about a month or two before he got really sick. He was going through chemotherapy at the time, so when he was home he was typically sleeping. Well, my mom, grandma, and I were just getting back from shopping. I have a thing for stuffed animals, and had found a small lion that I had to have, so of course my grandma got it for me. When we got back, grandpa was napping in his recliner, so as a joke, I tucked my new lion under his arm. Grandpa probably slept with him for a couple of hours before he woke up and realized it! He laughed about it. It was great to hear him laugh because it had become a rarity for him. Still to this day, I sleep with that silly lion. His mane is matted, there are stains here and there on his fur, but I wont give him up because of the connection I make between him and my grandpa.

 For Halloween last year, I dressed up as papaw Tim. (He was a farmer, if you can't tell:)

Twas and Threes

  I loved fifth grade year. My class had several of my close friends in it, and my teacher, Mrs. Moody, wasn’t moody at all. (And she loved to collect turtles...yeah, she was that cool.) Whenever we were assigned something to read during class, we were usually allowed to get into small groups or pairs to read it aloud together. One of my good friends at the time, Grace Havlin, was my partner. She began to read first. Then after a short time it was my turn. I was a pretty good reader, but Grace was a book fanatic so she could read much faster than me. I decided that I would try to read at her same pace, but it didn’t work out so well. I had been reading for a bit, when I came to the sentence, “the sheep were flocked in two and threes.” This sentence seems pretty easy, I know, but I was so caught up in trying to read fast that I pronounced “twos” as “twas”. Grace looked at me and asked, “What are twas?!?” I had no idea! We were so dumbfounded that we almost asked the teacher before we realized that the world was twos! If I remember correctly, we didn’t read any more of our assignment because we laughed so hard and for so long. This incident is still an inside joke between the two of us and it makes us laugh every time. 

                           A ridiculous picture of Grace and I

Buddy

Post 8: Buddy

I had wanted a puppy for the longest time. I can’t even begin to tell you how many occasions I tried to convince my parents to get me one. Well, it was getting close to Easter time, 2008, when my parents (without telling me) started looking for cheap beagle puppies. They had apparently been looking for sometime but hadn’t come upon any up to this point. Well, when they finally did, the puppy in their add was in Bedford, Indiana, about three or four hours away from where we live. They decided that they wanted to check this little fella out, so when I got home from school they told me the plan, (which I was so very excited about), and we headed to Bedford. It felt like the longest trip because I couldn’t wait to get there. When we finally did, we were taken by surprise. We came to a fairly run down little home with a barn. There was a crate sitting out, in which I figured my puppy was in. A man, who looked like a grumpy lumber jack, came out to meet us. He wasn’t mean, but wasn’t really the friendliest either. It was obvious that my puppy didn’t like him. Poor Buddy (that’s what I ended up naming him) just shook in the back of the crate and wouldn’t come out. After multiple failed attempts to get Buddy to come, the man went back inside to grab a pig’s ear. (ewww…I know) Finally, Buddy came to the front of the cage. He was adorable; slightly bigger than I had anticipated, but adorable. He was breaking my heart. He looked so sad and timid and really didn’t want to be touched. My parents kept asking if I wanted him, and I really couldn’t decide. I didn’t want a puppy that was afraid of me!! But, I just couldn’t say no to his sad little eyes, so we paid $50 for him and got on our way. He slept in a cardboard box at my feet for most of the trip, but got sick at one point. Honestly, I didn’t care; I was just overly excited that I had a puppy!

            He turned out to be a sweetheart. He was timid and frustrated me when I couldn’t get him to come, but he was my little Buddy. Sadly, about a year after I got him, I came home from my first day of school to news that a car had hit him. I bawled…no joke. Actually, my whole family cried. I still have his dog tag that I wear on a chain occasionally. I miss him, but I am blessed to have 2 new beagle pups, Rocky and Adrian.

Post 7: The Red Truck

Day (Post) 7: The Red Truck

Well guys, before I share my memory, I want to apologize for this huge gap in between posts. My life has been terribly busy and I've been beating myself up for not posting. This memory is my of my brother Michael and I's favorites, so I hope you enjoy!

Michael (my oldest brother) always had “the greatest ideas,” and being the awesome baby sister that I am, I typically went along with them. Let’s see, I was probably between the ages of six and nine. Mike and I had driven his red truck over to my grandma Bonnie’s house, about half a mile down the road, to pick something up for my mom, I believe. When we headed back and pulled into our driveway (which is about half a mile long itself) Mike had this bright idea to have me “drive the truck” up the lane so that we could freak my mom out. I, for once, thought that this was brilliant and agreed to go along with it! To make it believable, he held me on his lap, strapped us in, but then leaned over on the seat. This way, he could still control the peddles, but wouldn’t be able to be seen when my mom looked out the window. We were coming up to the house, so I started honking the horn repeatedly until my mom showed up at the door. When I saw her, I started waving and had the biggest grin on my face. She was so shocked!! She looked like she might pass out, or as Michael would say, “poop her pants!” She started to come outside when Mike sat up in the seat! It was such an epic moment. We might have gotten into a tiny bit of trouble, but it was all worth it. (:

                  This is a little outdated, but Mike is in the middle (:

Day 6: weasels.com

Today it's back to memories! I'm pretty proud of this one (: I can still remember how excited I was once this project was done! Hope you enjoy and get at least a decent laugh out of it.


When I was in the fifth grad, I considered the internet a big deal. At home, I typically wasn’t even on the computer unless I was playing a game. Well, my fifth grade teacher assigned a project that involved researching an animal of our choice and making a poster over it to present to the class. I liked weasels at the time, (not really sure why), so I decided to do my project on weasels. When I got home that night, I was so excited!! I was going to have permission to use the internet!! After dinner, I asked if I was allowed and my parents said sure. They asked if I needed any help, but I assured them that I didn’t. Ha! Yeah right… Having very little experience, I got on our dial-up and typed in www.weasels.com. And guess what?! It was an actual website but for a baseball team, not actual weasels!! (you can check out the link to the website that now exists)My family thought that weasels.com was the funniest thing they’d ever heard!! I ignored them and ended up asking for help. My weasel poster was a huge success, but I have yet to forget my weasel mistake