I just couldn't do it...

I couldn't do two consecutive months of daily posting. And thus I am missing out on the annual "Thirty Thankfuls/ 30 Days of Thanks/ Thirty Days of Thanksgiving" blogging themes always going around this year.

I thought I might at least participate on Facebook, but I haven't. Since I deleted the FB app from my phone, I'm on there much much less. I don't even upload photos hardly. But no one in my family has complained about a lack of Sophia coverage, so I guess it's okay.

I spent a week and one day without my phone recently. The first couple days were hard. You see, while I was away visiting family, someone (cough cough Hali) picked up my phone (we have the same one but different cases) and took it with them.

By the time it was realized, they were about 45 minutes away. Neither of us wanted to drive to them to get it, so we agreed that when everyone got back to their home cities, it would be mailed to me. Unfortunately overnighting was cost prohibitive, so it came Priority. It was mailed Monday, but we left Wednesday morning to go out of town again, and before the mail ran. We did not come home til Sunday.

The only real inconvenience was that I didn't get a text from my boss telling me not to come in Monday. So that was a wasted trip to work. And then I did think about some "what ifs" since we don't have a landline. Guess I would have had to run across the street to the neighbors in an emergency. But that's all passed now.

We were gone more than home the last two weeks. We went to Macon for John's sister's wedding and then to Alabama (north of Brewton) for our annual church camp. And this weekend Sophia and I are going to Baton Rouge for my sister's wedding shower. Sophia has been a real trooper. She's slept in a lot of unfamiliar places. But I take her sound machine and mobile for stability.

So with all that combined, I have been pretty unplugged from technology. Once I get my photos uploaded I'll do a post on our travels.

For now, I'm helping John with his eBay business. We are finally fully staffed at work again, and so my hours have been a little cut lately. Feast and famine. So I need to help out with the business so we can maximize it's potential.

John had an interview at Starbucks today. He is supposed to hear a decision by Friday. It would only be part time for now. His plan is to return to school this spring. He would like to get into the radiography program in June, but from what we read online that would take a miracle. It would likely be June of 2015. If that's the case he will at least finish his general AA for now.

Changes all around these days. Should be for the good!

31 Days of John Moments: Day 31 {The End}

Linkup at The Nester blog

This has been 30 days of growth for me. It's pretty tough to blog every.single.night. It's even tougher to blog on the same subject every single night. Next year I think my topic will be a little more broad.

But, it has been god to flex my writing muscles and it has been good to focus on the positive. To search it out. I've recalled some sweet memories and more than once I have smiled as I wrote a post.

I'd like to thank the inspiration for this month's blog posts, my husband John. It was a big moment with him when we said "I Do" that has led me to this place in time.

I said goodbye to this month with a smile, and look forward to taking in many more John Moments as the years pass.

31 Days of John Moments: Day 30

Linkup at The Nester blog

Today I'm going to share a funny- the moments John hurts himself.

I think I've mentioned before that I have this sick problem of laughing when people get hurt, particularly falling. Now if the injury is truly serious, I don't laugh. But if it's minor and due to being uncoordinated or just dumb (un)luck, then I'm liable to bust a gut.

I can especially remember an injury when we were dating. We were at the church parking lot, headed to my car. John somehow managed to connect his toe to a parking beam. He banged it pretty bad. He was even bleeding a little (tiny) bit. But oh my, you would have thought it was amputated. I think he even got a little woozy at the sight of it.

I was about to choke from trying to stifle my laugh. It was a futile effort anyway. I just started laighing hysterically. I'm not sure if that's how John first learned about my sadistic tendency. I think it might have been. He was taken aback, but was a good sport about it.

Now, a few times since then, when he has hurt himself, if it's really painful he'll grunt out "don't laugh" as he's hyperventilating. A few times I've really had to work hard not to.

And he also jokes around that if he needs to get a laugh out of me, he just needs to hurt himself. For a chuckle, just trip, for a belly laugh, draw blood. Often when he makes one of his corny jokes and I don't laugh, he'll say, "Oh I'm sorry, I know I didn't hurt myself so it wasn't funny. I'm not gonna hurt myself though, I wouldn't want you to pee your pants." It's pretty funny.

And I smiled writing this whole post.

Hi my name is Sarah and I laugh when people get hurt.