Day 24 – May 1
Listening to: I Like It
Thought for the day: Waiting to hear Obama speak at TEN FREAKING THIRTY PM. WTH OBAMAAAAAAAAAA????

Happy May!!! I am on the home stretch to completing my 365 project. It is finally my birthday month. TWENTY FOUR MORE DAYS and the project will be complete. More about my 365 experience closer to the day, but for now I had to celebrate reaching the month of May with a picture of mini me. Here I sit on my 6th birthday with all of my birthday loot. You are looking at three bathing suits, a beach towel with two giraffes kissing, a pair of panties, a purse, a Barbie, a Barbie book, and 2 bracelets. I was a modesty monster at that young age and am a bit surprised that I allowed myself to be photographed with panties.

The next 3 weeks hold a plethora of photo potential for me. I'm looking forward to closing out this project with some very meaningful moments! Bring it on May! I have Keenex!

Day 25 - April 30
Listening to: Every Breath You Take
Thought for the day: There's nothing like playing dress up with your best friend.

At approximately 11:30 a.m. Monday morning Christian called me. She had decided she wanted to go to the prom. The deadline to buy tickets was 12:30 p.m (prom is May 7). So, I jumped in my car and drove to her school and bought her a ticket. Prom was less than 2 weeks away and she had no dress. I knew from experience this was NOT good. I knew the selection would be sad with it being so late. Last night we set out to find a dress. The only sizes left seemed to be 1 or 2. phhhhhhhht. Christian has……..well how do I say this delicately………….MASSIVE BOOBAGE!!! I blame all of the antibiotic-laced chicken I ate when I was preggos with her. Anyway, last night was an epic prom dress hunt FAIL. PANIC!!!

Today we went to a consignment shop. BINGO! The third dress she tried on not only worked but was EXACTLY what she had described to me she wanted………………… and her boobs fit!!! HAAAAAAAAAAALLELEUJAH!!! I felt like a little girl walking into the little consignment shop crammed FULL with used wedding, cocktail, and prom dresses. I wanted to try something on too, but didn’t.

Day 26 - April 29
Listening to: Let This Groove
Thought for the day: What is good for the goose is good for the Nashville Predators.

This is your typical Canadian goose. He/she is a loner and has been lurking in this one spot along my lunch-time walking route all week. Today I asked him/her if he/she was a Nashville Predator’s fan and he/she didn’t respond……….not even a hiss. No hiss? Geese always hiss. Is it possible that this Canadian goose is a Nashville Predator's fan? Maybe hanging in this one spot is his/her form of a growing a Nashville Predator playoff beard. I suspect, however, this he/she goose is a momma guarding an egg. I just pray no one decides to mow before the playoffs are over!

Day 27 - April 28
Listening to: The Governor’s Cup March
Thought for the day: The torch is passed. The tradition continues.

You are looking at a photo of the McGavock High School Wind Ensemble (featuring several alumni) performing the Governor’s Cup March, a piece composed by Dave Sartor to honor the accomplishments of Kenton J. Hull (first band director at McGavock). Dave, a former member of the band, was also the conductor. GUESS WHERE I WAS TONIGHT? :-)

When I’m really tired, my brain sends the smart cells to camp out in the baggage under my eyes. My brain then sends words to my mouth that contain inaccuracies. For instance, one time I asked a coworker what color his GOLDEN retriever was. Tonight, I told Dave I was including him in my 367 project. I’ve added two days to the year. I’m really tired.

Despite my brain malfunction, my brain failed to sabotage my enjoyment of this performance. The emotions on stage were tangible and it came across in the performance. Mr. Hull would have been proud indeed.

Day 28 - April 27
Listening to: Where You Lead
Thought for the day: It’s always good when the sun is present at sunset.

Squirrel is to dog as bad weather is to Kris. I have been so distracted today. There are two things that afflict me with severe adult attention deficit disorder: snow and tornadoes (there were 25 tornado warnings at one point today - SQUIRREL!!!!). The cherry on the ADD pie? I am a royal wedding watcher, so right now I am an eye for detail disaster.

Today was NOT the day to be distracted and leave my umbrella in the car when I got to work, but I did. Thankfully, a coworker in shining armor came to my rescue. I got to walk down the aisle to the work exit gate dry (featured photo). I felt like royalty.

Thanks Russ!

Day 29 - April 26
Listening to: Solsbury Hill
Thought for the day: If ovarian cancer is found (and treated) before the cancer has spread outside the ovary, the 5-year survival rate is 93%. GET CHECKED!

This is my official female peep PSA for my 365 project. Don't put off your annual girly exam!!! If you're as lucky as me, you will have a view like the one I had today during my exam. Yes, you are looking at men on the ceiling in my OBGYN's exam room. Do I really need to type more? I'm trying to be discreet for my gentleman readers. I've been going to the same OBGYN for the past 15 years. When I first started going, the men smiling down at me while I heard "scoot to the edge" were JKF jr. and George Clooney. Times have changed. I can only identify one of the men amongst today's ceiling fantasy men, Keith Urban. How can you not laugh at this? It calms the nerves for sure.

Day 30 - April 25
Listening to: Owner of Lonely Heart
Thought for the day: “The past is a foreign country; they do things differently there.” ~Leslie Poles Hartley

I walk up and down this sidewalk close to 30 times a week. The photo is not circa 2011 as you can see from the date underneath it. It is a street that I live near as it appeared in 1925. If you live in the Village, this photo was taken looking east down 14th Street beside Rachel’s Walk. The building on the man’s right was one of the YMCAs. Houses now stand its place.

I think of this picture often when I reach the section of the sidewalk where the man appears. I wonder where he was going and why he appeared to be dressed in a suit. I wish I could rewind this sidewalk like an old-school videotape and replay the movement and watch lives moving by. If a photo was taken of me on the sidewalk this morning and viewed 76 years from now, the viewer would be pondering why the bed headed woman wearing the mismatched clothing looked so trailer-trash chic.