Indecisive: a photo a day

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Blowing Kisses

Day 21: A favorite photo of myself

I used a childhood photo last year as well. I don't even know you guys, I'm just obsessed with my childhood self. It's crazy to me that the person in that photo is the same person as me. She had thoughts and feelings and a little Minnesota accent, and she is me. It just blows my mind.

I just want to know what aspects of me have always been a part of me. Did I always hate seafood? Did I always have my sense of humor? How much of my personality is purely me and how much did I pick up from those around me?

We have zero home videos and as such I am completely dependent on stories about mini-me to know what I was like. In this picture I am blowing kisses, something I apparently did quite a bit.

Waterfall of love

Day 19: Something I hate to do

Valentines is done. The hearts are done. We never have to speak of them again.

Failure to launch

Day 18: Drink

Our explosion was less than satisfactory. It was more a . . . bubble over.

We will move up to a two liter next time.

Catch Up

Day 14: Heart

Breakfast for Valentine's dinner. It's kind of our thing.

If this pancake doesn't look like a heart I don't know what does.

Day 15: Phone

Screen capture of my lock screen. That there is my Husband. Here is another story about him because he said, and I quote, "You can blog about me if you want."

This is a conversation we had today:

Spencer: "Let's do something fun."

Sadie: "Ok. Mini Golf."

Spencer: "I was thinking the dishes."

Here is another story because he was afraid that one made him sound lame.

Once when we were in Jerusalem I was real sick so I didn't go to class. Spence noticed my absence, inquired after my sickness, and went out to buy me some coke for my stomach and candy for my sanity. He is pretty nice.

Day 16: Something New

New ID card, new hair color, new last name. Boom.

Turquoise

Day 13: Something Blue

A while ago I went shopping with my roommate. She pulled a turquoise shirt off the rack and handed it to me. I kindly handed it back to her with the explanation that I was trying to cut back on the turquoise in my life.

She understood. What if there came a day when I didn't love turquoise?

But then I thought it about it more. A day when I don't love turquoise? No. That day will never come. It has always been my favorite color.

I should have bought the shirt.

As I sit here in regret, please admire my all-turquoise computer.

Have you eaten your rice today?

Day 11: Makes Me Happy

You can set up a feature on your iPhone that automatically changes something you write into something else. I figure it's purpose is to make it easier and faster to say things you say a lot. For example, were I always texting people "running late, be there in 5" it would be convenient to set my phone to change "rlbti" to say the previous statement.

I first discovered this feature while playing with Spencer's phone and I knew I had to have some fun with it. I set his phone to change the word "ok" to say "have you eaten your rice today?"

I was sure he would notice it before sending a text to anyone and presumably would be confused until I confessed.

But it turns out he was sending a text in a hurry and did not notice the change until the recipient inquired after it.

We had a good laugh about it, and this is still one of my favorite Spencer stories.

This guy. This guy in all his Newsie's cap glory. This is what makes me happy.

Sunday, sickness, and soup

So I missed a few days. Let's not dwell on it.

Day 10: Self Portrait

I guess I did not eat enough dirt as a kid. I have the worst immune system in the world.

This is me with my bowl of "get well" soup.

Nutrition at its finest

Day 6: Dinner

Darn it.

Last year my dinner picture was cereal. I tried to convince you that I usually eat more than that. I was going to prove it this time around.

But yesterday was a busy day. A very busy day indeed.

So here you have it. This is me eating my dinner as I sat on the edge of the bed trash talking homework with Spence.

What you see here is part of a peanut butter and honey sandwich.

Love is in the air

Day 5: 10am

If you have walked through the Bookstore lately I hope you have noticed the hearts hanging from the ceiling.

And I hope you have stopped to think, wow, someone has to tie and hang these hearts every day.

And I hope you feel sorry for them.

This is what I was doing this morning at 10:00, hanging the infamous Valentine hearts.

Strangers

Day 4: A Stranger

One year ago I found myself on the night of February the 4th lacking a photo of a stranger.

It's just an awkward thing, ya know?

I was at the grocery store with Spencer and I made him snap a photo of a stranger while I distracted them.

We make such a good team.

This year I found myself in the same situation. I was with Spencer and without a picture.

As I dropped him off to take a test I wished him luck and asked a favor: would he snap a photo of a stranger please?

I know this may be cheating, but as he was the person to take my stranger photo last year so I think it counts.

Here is this year's stranger, a faceless man studying for a late night test. I hope his studies did him well.

Chocolate and Enchiladas

Day 3: Hands

Today was fast Sunday.

I feel as though fast Sunday dinners need to be especially great, seeing as you've gone so long without.

Tonight I decided to try out a honey lime chicken enchilada recipe from Pinterest.

The issue is that the whole process took longer than expected as I forgot to move the chicken from freezer to fridge this morning. This was a bigger set back than I feel like it should have been.

On account of the added time we decided to break our fasts with a drink before the food was done.

These are my husbands hands holding one of his favorite things: chocolate milk.

Sometimes you can't help but judge

Day 2: Words

I know you're not suppose to judge a book by it's cover, but you guys, this is the cover:

via

I asked my sister for a book recommendation and when she pulled this little baby off the shelf I was like, "ok, no."

She proceeded to tell me that it has made it onto all these awesome lists and that it sold so quickly that they had to do a reprinting.

Saving grace.

I decided to give it a go and approximately 15 pages later I'm calling it a keeper.

More to come upon completion.

365 days later

A year ago I decided to do a photo a day in February.

I felt weird about it, but I was curiously drawn to it.

And today, as I was scrolling through pinterest, I came across the photo a day February list. The nostalgia swept over me. Literally. I could feel it.

So I spent a few minutes going through last years pictures and thought how fun it would be to compare this year to the last.

I stopped myself. Between blogging twice a week for class and a photo a day people will lose interest.

But then I thought, oh well. I am married now. Don't blogs turn into housewife journals when you are married?

So. On that note.

Day 1: My View Today

My beautiful turquoise dishes. Just doing my housewife duty.

Photo A Day

And cue August.

Can we talk about this? I'm honestly in a little bit of shock that the summer has been going so fast. But I will not lose hope, there is still a month left!

All of my shock aside, I'm doing the photo-a-day in August challenge.

I won't blog the photos each day, but I'll def be doing a catch up at the end, and in the meantime you can find my photos on Instagram.

Are you doing the challenge? Let's hook up, in a "i want to see your photos" way, not anything creepy. Leave me a comment telling where I can find your photos, or you can fine me @thatsadie and I will follow you as well :)

Green Eyes

Day 25: green

I've been told they're hazel, I've been told they're brown, but I will go to my grave saying they're green.

Head in the clouds

Day 23: my shoes

Everyday I :

-walk home from school

-take the same path

-almost run into this pole.

Seriously. This picture wasn't even staged.

I don't mean to not be paying attention, but just as I pass the JFSB I get a text, or something causes me to look down, and just as I look up to make sure I'm on the right path I find my face about 1.5 feet away from these huge "students crossing" and "10 mph" signs.

Every. Single. Day.

HOW??

I figured it was best to blog about this now so when the collision actually happens you will be able to laugh with me.

20 hours a week

Day 22: where you work

What are those little numbers placed seemingly randomly around the picture? I'm so glad you asked.

1) This is my phone. This is where I clock in and where I call the laundry to find out what happened to our lost table cloths. That happens more often than you may think.

2) Butterflies and ribbon. That is my feeble attempt to decorate my workspace.

3) This is a map of the booths they set up for the farmers market in the parking lot of the football stadium. It even shows which booths have electricity. I'm not sure why it's there, but it's been there since I started so I keep it there out of respect.

4) The binder says "Sadie's Projects." Fitting, as that is what it holds. Every project request I've had and an 8.5x11 print out of the finished product. If it were prettier I'd call it a portfolio.

5) Those are the "Closed for Devotional/Forum" signs that I always forget remember to put out on Tuesday mornings.

6) See those cords? They look pretty innocent, yeah? No. Think again. No matter how many times I move them back, they somehow manage to slide back under my chair and prevent me from moving. It is an ongoing source of frustration.

7) Our resident lint roller. You wouldn't believe how often we need that thing.

8) The mouse. I would call it my mouse, but I cannot. My office has two mice(?): the good one pictured here, and a completely crappy black one with no right click or scroll thing. Why would Apple invent such a useless object? You can't see it here, but to my right is another computer, used by Tyson/Angela, and it currently has the black mouse. Every day when I get to work I switch the crappy black mouse with the nice white one, and, when I leave at noon, Tyson/Angela takes the nice white one and returns the black one to me. We have a system, you see. If one of us finishes our projects for the day we will surrender the good mouse and let the one actually designing take advantage of it. We're civil about it. Like, you don't have bring the good mouse to the bathroom with you so it doesn't disappear when you're gone.

9) My computer. See how well you can see my jacket reflected in the screen? Yeah. I take advantage of that glossiness. My back is to the door, which freaks me out. People come and go so quietly and I hate not knowing what is going on behind me. To prevent this from happening I chose a black wallpaper so I can use my screen as a mirror and see what is going on behind me. Overkill? No. You wouldn't believe the number of times this has saved me a minor heart attack as either Frank or Lester try to scare me.

This is how you would find me on any given day. Cross-legged and slouched. Sorry bout the lack of smile, there was a miscommunication about shutter times and we were too lazy to take another picture.

Proof of my childhood

Day 21: a fave photo of you

We have no home videos.

In fact, I'm fairly certain the only video proof of my childhood comes form my sister-in-law's little sister's birthday party got that? when I was literally drowning in the ball pit at McDonalds.

Not my finest moment.

Or, I don't know, maybe it was my finest moment and as we have no video proof otherwise I'll never really know. Probably better that way.

Now, as a human I have an inborn desire to learn more about my personality. What things are innately a part of me? What things have I picked up from friends along the way? Was I always this spastic or did it come with age?

I imagine home videos would help me answers these questions, but as it is, all I have to go off is pictures.

Problem numero 2: I am the youngest. By a decade. Which basically means that by the time I rolled around my parents had outdone themselves with pictures of their children and only pulled out the camera if there was a stage involved. Even then, I have like two dance recital photos, tops. In fact, it wasn't until I was twelve years old that I saw a baby picture of myself. I know, right? Try to wrap your head around that one.

Anyway, this photo. I love it. I like to think that it shows my childhood personality. What exactly does it show? I am not actually sure, but I love it.