I love the Marine Corps. More specifically, I love the Marine Corps Music Program. Some of the most wonderful, memorable experiences of my life are due to my time in the Marine Corps Band. Plus, I met my awesome husband through that time, and have continued to have great life experiences because he is still involved in it. The Marines are a stellar group of human beings, and when you add music to the mix–you really can’t go wrong.
Today, between loads of laundry, I have been researching chickens. Yeah, you read that right. I’ve been thinking about wanting chickens for a few weeks now. I found out that in Oceanside, CA I am allowed six, yes SIX chickens!!! My favorite blog of the week, Little House in the Suburbs, has fun info and other resources, and it seems really easy to keep them! Imagine having eggs of your very own? Just go out and get them each morning? Man… I really want chickens. I want a goat, too, but that’s another story. Of course, I have to wait til we buy a house, because I don’t think my tiny itsy bitsy backyard and stupid gated community can handle chickens, but mark my words… I will have them.
Okay, okay, let’s get the obvious out of the way—world hunger, child abuse, violence in the Middle East, AIDS epidemic in Africa, Justin Bieber… All of those are universal. We ALL want those things to change. Let’s just assume things like that are a given, and no one’s really interested in writing about them in a photo challenge. No, instead, I’m gonna go way selfish on this one. Something I wish I could change:
I hate this tattoo. A lot. I’m actually even embarrassed to post this picture. It was part of the “2008 I’m an idiot” phase. Kanji tattoos are so 1995. I’m not sure what I was thinking exactly. It means strength (and yes, I’m absolutely sure that’s what it means–I have plenty of Japanese friends to confirm), so at least the meaning isn’t stupid. Although, if I had a Kanji tattoo that meant soup, it might actually be kinda funny. But as it stands, this one embarrasses me. Thankfully, my hair is long enough to cover it, but I really worry about putting my hair up and it depends on where I’m going whether I do or not. I don’t know why it bothers me so much. I have several other tattoos that are very large and in visible places, but this one seems so, idk, trashy? I don’t mind the placement, it’s the actual tattoo itself. I want to get a cover-up, but I’m not sure what to get, yet. Ideas?
I got a coverup–free of charge worked out by my dear friend, Timmy. I got it in honor of my mom. She had an eagle on her back, so I got 2 eagle feathers, one for me and one for her. 🙂
I love it.
Day 23 – A picture of your favorite book
I have many. I like to read. Books are my favorite. However, because I needed to choose I took this approach–I thought about the book I go back to over and over again. I thought about the books I’ve read the most number of times, because I just enjoy reading them. They include The Good Earth by Pearl Buck, Two from Galilee by Marjorie Holmes, Things Fall Apart by Chinua Achebe, and our winner:
The Preservationist (or The Flood, as it’s also called) by David Maine. It’s not particularly hard read, but I find it highly entertaining. It’s a spin on Noah and the great flood, from the view of everyone involved–Noah, his wife, his sons, and their wives. The story is anything but typical–it’s bawdy, funny, and very real. It addresses all the feelings each party might have had given the ridiculous situation and explores the characters and their relationships in a very open and honest way. I love Noah as a cranky old man, and characters who didn’t have a voice (or even a name, enter The Wife) get a voice and reaction to the craziness of the world’s goings-on. The book goes from before the building of the ark all the way to trying to rebuild and repopulate the earth. I’m a big fan of historical fiction, and I’ve gotten teased because my usual books are too boring or too big. This one is neither. A fun, slightly crazy twist on a old classic. I highly recommend it.
I wish I could draw better. I come from a family of artists, my grandfather, my mother, my father, my sisters, my brother–I do okay, but I wish it came as easy to me as it does to them. It’s on my list of things to work on.
I used these pictures, because I’m in love with this artist right now. You can also find her Etsy shop at Pinkytoast on Etsy. I’m not sure why I love her stuff so much. Is it the big eyes? The dark twisted cutesiness appealing to my dormant gothy girl? Idk, but I love it. My sketchbook is currently filled with my sad attempts to recreate her fantabulousness.
Really sad attempts. 🙁