Home Sweet Home

When you’re away from home, what person, thing, or place do you miss the most?

I miss my fiance (duh), and my shower the most.

I miss him even when he is at work only for a few hours. There is something between us that makes us attached at the hip at all times. We have been inseparable for the past 2 years, and still do not like being apart.

As for my shower, Unless I am in a real nice hotel with a real nice shower, that is the one thing I think about most when on my way home. I can’t wait to get home and sit (yes, sit) in the shower and let the water run over my head. It has always been a place where I go when unhappy or frustrated, or when I just need a break from the world. There is something about the water running over my head and hearing nothing but the sound of water covering my ears that calms me. It is where I hide. When I was in high school, I would get in trouble for hiding in there for an hour. My parents water bill was ridiculous, but it helped me get through the hardest of times. Though I may not take hour long showers today, it is still where I like to hide and shut off for a few minutes.


Pat On The Back

I’ve been waiting to answer this post!


Tell someone you’re proud of, just how proud you are.


I know I have said it before, but I probably have never explained it completely.

From the moment I saw you, I was proud to have met you even though I didn’t realize who you were.

From the moment I saw you walk out on stage, I was proud to have even shook your hand.

From the moment I stole your number online, I was proud you wanted to even talk to me.

From the moment we started hanging out, I never wanted to leave your side, and I was proud that you wanted to spend so much time with me.

From the moment you asked me to celebrate 4th of July with your family, I was proud to be the one you wanted to introduce to them.

From the moment you asked me to be your girlfriend, I was so proud to have gained the title.

Every moment we laugh together, or when I am crying on your shoulder, I am proud to have a man who is also my best friend.

From the moment we read the test together, I was proud to be carrying your baby girl, and proud to share her little life with you.

I miss you every day you leave for work, but I am proud of you for doing it for all 3 of us.

I am proud to be your fiancé, and I will be proud to be your wife one day.



I am proud of you for being so strong during the times I feel so weak,

and I am proud to have your arms to hold me when my eyes begin to leak.

I am proud of you for standing up for what you believe is right,

and I am proud of you for the Daddy you’ll be, Baby’s Shiny Armored Knight.



There’s no place like home

If you had the opportunity to live a nomadic life, traveling from place to place, would you do it? Do you need a home base? What makes a place “home” to you?

I have lived a nomadic life already. I have always lived out of my mustang, and the trunk has always served a second purpose as my back up wardrobe. I had a bag for my dirties and a box for my cleans. I did laundry at who ever’s house I was staying at at the time. I didn’t get kicked out anywhere, I didn’t leave with any harsh feelings. I plainly could not stand being in my parents castle, on their hill in the middle of no where anymore. Trying to get out of the house seemed impossible because I would get 20 questions about where I was going and who I was going with. At the age of 20. So I did what I had to, grabbed my important shit, and left. My family still holds a grudge against me for it, but I have seen what that hill does first hand. It makes people miserable and rude. I believe that if I hadn’t left when I did and disappeared for a little while, I wouldn’t have had the experiences that I did. I would be miserable and rude. I have spent 3 weeks back on this hill and I am already miserable, and the rudeness has peeked out a few times already.

Have you ever felt that dark “I want to go home” homesick type of feeling? It is sad, but I feel that feeling when I am actually at home. I don’t think that this feeling will go away until my fiancé and I move out to our own home. Now that I am pregnant, all I want is to be left alone and just take care of my fiancé and baby when it comes. I don’t want to deal with everyone else’s noise, or dishes or messes. I want peace and quiet. I carry every bit of stress with me in my shoulders. Every time the door carelessly slams and wakes me up out of my much needed nap, I get angry. It adds a little more tension every single time.

I do feel like I need a home base now. A place to put my important stuff, and a place to run to and relax.  A place to make my own, where no one can tell me I can’t. A place to take care of and clean MY way, knowing some 14 year old isn’t going to come along and mess it up, move my stuff out of the way of her stuff or eat everything before I even get a chance to try it.

To me, home is where my fiancé is. My father tells me that he wants me to be happy, take care of my future husband, and my baby now, and to stop worrying about everything else. I am going to try my best, because these things are all I want too.

Flip Flop

Think of a topic or issue about which you’ve switched your opinion. Why the change?


I very recently have decided I like classical music. As in Beethoven and Mozart. I don’t know why this change has happened, because I used to think it made me sleepy. Now I listen to it when I am alone in the car. It keeps me calm and keeps me from road raging. I’ve also heard that it is good for baby’s to listen to it. I don’t know if my little one can hear it in my belly, but I like to think He or She is listening to it with me. 😉

Stranger in a Strange Land

What’s your favorite part about visiting a new place — the food? The architecture? The people watching?


My favorite part about visiting a new place is actually none of these… but all three at the same time. My favorite thing to do is to explore on foot. As soon as I get there, put my bags in a safe place, I want to be out the door. Seeking out new views for my eyes to see. I would love to explore most of the world some day.


When you started your blog, did you set any goals? Have you achieved them? Have they changed at all?


Well, I had a goal with these Daily things, to answer a question every day, even if it was a short answer. Of course I got distracted in April and didn’t write a single post. I am working on it.

It was another goal to NOT go back and cheat and write the answers to the post I missed; However, this has changed because I no longer think it is fair to limit myself and MAKE myself skip questions I was dying to write about just because I wasn’t on the computer that day.

I also feel that it would give me more “XP” in my writing skills to write AS MUCH and be as CREATIVE as I can possibly be. 😉

SO! I will go back and answer questions that I have missed, because it will be part of my original goal to finish a whole year of blog posts. Even if I did bend my own rules a little.

Helping Hand

Alright I missed my post yesterday, because I was having extreme writers block and just eventually got too distracted and forgot to write. This morning when I opened my laptop to answer today’s question, yesterday’s answer popped into my head.

And Since this is MY blog. I suppose there is no one here to tell me that I can’t do both posts right now, now IS there?


Tell us about the most surprising helping hand you’ve ever received.


I knew I landed my soulmate when I awoke in pain and confusion to see him cramped up, and passed out on a chair next to me. Ever since my grandmother passed, Hospitals have freaked me out. I watched how some of the nurses were so careless with her fragile limbs. Her skin would bruise and break at the slightest of pressure and they were just “trying to do their jobs.” I always felt that if I went into a hospital and couldn’t take care of my self or comprehend what was happening, that I would be SCREWED without my parents there. I have a multitude of irrational Hospital fears. I don’t like CAT scans or MRIs. Anything big and tube like that I have to be rolled into on a table reminds me of a crematorium and sets off every panic alarm my brain has.

I sat in the hospital for about 3 days because some how I caught E -Coli and ended up with 2 kidney infections. Ridiculous, extremely painful, and embarrassing, I won’t go into detail. This wasn’t the first time that he needed to help me get to the restroom or help me get into the shower or bath, but it surprised me that he had stuck with me only so he could help me again and again. I hadn’t found anyone like that until now. Usually in past relationships, the second ER trip for me was enough for them and they didn’t want to bother anymore. I would get a “ok text me when you get out.”


He would sit through hell with me if I needed a hand to hold.