Mouldy Brothers are the worst!

Is GROSS! Or, I suppose I can't really claim that when in fact people don't really go mouldy (hopefully, cross finger for hygiene) and I am lacking brothers. I do however have two sisters that I have been "blessed" with since birth since I am the "baby" and all.

I must say that being the youngest child has it perks. One of them being that I got to watch my sisters mess up in their teenage years, and was able to avoid all the parent-teen-angst that usually occurs around then. And I guess my "sisters" aren't really all that bad. I mean there is worse out there, right? No, RIGHT? I'm just teasing (shakes head no). They are wonderful. <3

Today I was talking to one such sister on the phone, Slash. She's the almighty oldest who's been wielding bossy attitude and rules for me to follow for as long as I can remember. And it's funny because we have this great conversation and then I get off the phone and hubs asks, "what did she have to say?" (His way of asking how she is doing and whats going on in her life), and I don't really have an answer. I mean, there are parts of the conversation that I am not relaying simply because I don't want to. But I know we talked about more than the do-not-share-with-yours stuff. And I enjoyed the conversation, but...?

Okay, so I am a little weird. When I have a phone conversation with someone I am close to, we kind of just ramble back and forth about completely ridiculous things. For example, Slash and my convo dealt with things like this;

and this;

and the fact that we really don't enjoy thinking about what to make for dinner every night for a family that does not happen to think good food is good food and would rather have frozen chicken fingers than delicious sweet potato tacos that Joy the Baker makes. (Seriously, these things are delish). None of these things, except the dinner part are really relevant to our lives, nor are they things that hubs will find interesting, so I don't relay the information. Is that crazy? Not the relaying part, that makes sense right? But, the phone convos, are me and my close people the only one's that are like this one the phone? I'm not going to change it, b/c I love these conversations, usually they are completely ridiculous and funny, and kinda sad when the mood strikes, but I love them and always feel a little bit closer to the person on the other end when they are done.

I think I talked about connections before? They are important and we all want them is the gist. Sometimes they can happen over things like funny YouTube videos, and that suits me just fine. :)

I suppose decently clean and willing to talk-your-ear-off sisters aren't too bad after all. Probably better than mouldy brothers...but I guess I'll never know. ;)


Mouldy lemon taken from:
http://www.dreamstime.com/stock-photo-mouldy-lemon-image7596290
Picture of J.C.R. and W.F. from "Step Brothers" taken from:
http://www.iwatchstuff.com/mt/mt-search.cgi?tag=step%20brothers&blog_id=1

It'll all be over soon : *(

It's been four year since the final book was released, and in only a couple more months the final movie will be released. I remember being so nervous when the book was finally in my hands - that was it. After reading that last pages there would be no changes, everything would be set, the story told. And what a wonderful story it was. And now, we will get to see it. All of the amazing things we imagined...(side note: it's kind of weird, I can picture the books so well in my head I sometimes feel as if I've already seen it in movie form.) we'll finally get to see it all. And then it will be over.

Once again I am nervous. To me, the movies are never as good as the books. Which, I understand is almost impossible because everyone imagines it differently and wants to see it play out as they imagined it. Can't happen. However, is I was ever slightly disapointed with something in one of the films I always kind of thought, they can make it up to me next time. But this time, there will be no next time. Did I mention I am kind of nervous??

But more than everything, I am just PUMPED. Right up. Not quite to the highest level imaginable, but still quite high up on the scale. Dan, Emma and Rupert, as well as the rest of the cast, have done really well so far and I cannot wait to see them finish it off.

I hope that with the end of the movies, the excitement and joy of Harry Potter does not fizzle out, but continues to entertain and inspire people for many, many years to come. I know I can't wait for the day my kids ask about those books on my self, and I can sit down with them and start the journey all over again. J.K. Rowling is truly an amazing person for giving us such an amazing gift, and I will be thankful to her forever.

*Song is by Hank Green, musician, vlogger, Nerdfighter. DFTBA

I'm Breaking Dishes

 

(Photo from http://www.cartoonstock.com/directory/d/dirty_dishes.asp)

I was originally going to post this a while ago. The current state of my kitchen: clean! Can you believe it?!?! Me neither. I mean, don't get someone who's anal retentive to stop by and examine it or anything. Because really? There is still stuff on the counter, and the table, and the floor needs to be swept and washed. WAIT. I did say it was clean right? Let me go check again...o yea, there's a pizza on the counter.
BUT, the dishes aren't everywhere. The counter is wiped, as is the stove. And not only are the dishes not everywhere, but there are only about 3 in the sink. IKR!?!?!?!?! It's seriously amazing. Should I explain?

I know, this is boring and totally appropriate for under-agers even though you had to click that button to get in. I'll get to all that later.

My kitchen is like my Everest. I could climb and climb forever it seems and still never get to the top. With translated means that I could quite literally climb the mountain of dishes in my kitchen. It feels like I'm always doing them, and doing them, and doing them, and doing them (get it yet?) and they are never done. And not only are they not done, there are MORE! (Are you F*ing kidding me?) Yeah, there are more. Welcome to the life of a stay at home mom. Or a working mom, or single dad, or single guy (they don't really only eat take out, right?) I know, that's what happens, people need to eat, so I need to clean it all up after. And Hubs McHubby keeps trying to convince me to get a dishwasher and I continue to refuse. IKR? I'm crazy. But to be fair we live in a small apartment, which I am hoping doesn't last forever, and I don't see how a small apartment size dish washer will do us any good in a house with more than the 1 child we currently have.

So basically what I am saying is, LADIES, if you are out there, and like the woman in the picture would like more counter space for all the evidence of the good meals your family has eaten to go on, trust me you're not alone. And if you read this and think I am a disgusting slob, well, this is a celebration, (my kitchen is CLEAN, hello?) so I won't kick you out. But if there is a slight mess at the end of the festivities, feel free to show me up ;)

YAY!

Side note: if you are into photography and have Twitter you should check out PetaPixel they post lots of amazing pictures by lots of amazing photographers, and tips etc. Good day :)

Adulthood

I remember when I was younger and my older sister was just starting out on her own (with her b/f and new baby) and my dad used to quote this song to her all the time. I understood that he was telling her that she had wanted this for so long, now she has it, and he kinda thought it was funny and took the opportunity to tease her (as he does to all 3 of his children at every available opportunity).

But I never thought about it further than that. Now, I am "an adult", technically. I'm 22 years old, married and a mom. It's funny how you spend a whole lot of time waiting and wishing for things to happen, and when they do it's just never as good as you thought. Don't get me wrong, it's not bad, I love my husband and my baby so much it hurts! But, when your picturing how awesome these things will be when they finally happen, that's just it. You're thinking about how awesome it will be. You're not thinking about the reality of it, your wishing for it.

I've recently realized that I am never satisfied. (I originally wrote "with time" at the end of that sentence and then realized that wasn't the case) When I am out, all I want to do is be at home, when I'm at home, I feel like I haven't been out of the house in weeks. I feel like I never have time to get all of the house work done, and then when I have the time to do it, I don't want to do house work, I want to relax, or catch up on homework or, or, or....I feel like I always want to do something and then when I'm doing it, all I can think about is how I'd rather be doing something else.

Now not everything. I mean, when I'm reading fanfiction, I'm glad that's what I'm doing, and I'm most likely not thinking about anything else. Or spending time with my family, (they're the best btw, I don't care how awesome yours is ;). Things like that, I'm definitely there, not somewhere else or wishing I was somewhere else. Just when it comes it the day-to-day things that I'd rather not be doing but need to be done just the same.

And I was just wondering. Is it just me? I am a huge procrastinator, really, is that where this comes from? Or is it the way everyone feels? I was just thinking about this today and wondered, am I the only one that thinks of a million and one things that I could probably do before I finish the ever growing pile of dishes in my sink? Dishes...don't even get me started. o . O

Bow♥

Eww Spiders!

 

Oh My!

So, I know many people are afriad of spiders. They can bite and some are poisonous...I know, it's not completely insane. And it's not as if I want to take one as my pet and snuggle him every night by any means. But sometimes some people (you know who you are, although you probably stopped reading this as soon as you saw the pic b/c it creeped you out) go much furthure than I when it comes to the fear, and the amazing effort you will put in to GETTING AWAY. :) 

An old roommate of mine was  is completely terrified of them. I tryied to show her this picture once and she freaked out and got all squirmy and wouldn't look. 

I rather like the picture the colour in it makes me smile, as do the memories that go with it. My sister and I were picking tomatoes for dinner in my parents garden. (We were no longer children, and my parents have since moved) The garden itself was by no means "pretty". Garden magazines would never consider it for a cover shot. It was over grown and the lines between plants couldn't be seen. But there was so much life, colour and it supplied us with delicious food that summer. And that's what I think about when I see this picture. That's what this scary looking, very large spider brings me. And I cannot squirm away from it, when I really want to embrace it. What it brings anyway...

Poetry...really?

So this is my first post with a poem. I am not really that into writing poetry and don't feel that I am really that good at it. But sometimes (when I'm upset or pissed usually) lines kind of come to me...and float around in my brain until I jot them down...so try not to be too cruel ;) Do you write? Is it when a certain mood strikes, or can you just sit down when you want to and the words come out? Okay, here we go... 

                 Side note: please don't steal my stuff. I'm never going to do anything with it, but that's just unfair and so not cool...

Use me

Use me and abuse me,

The way you see fit

I wait for you to move me and shape me

Into the positions you want me

Anticipation, expectation when the time is near,

Want it,

To reject it,

But that’s not the role I fill

I lye in waiting until the moment you take it

However you choose

Waiting for the day I will refuse it

When will you be the one to loose?

(EM)

Scanty Oblivion

First Post
~ So I have no idea how this works, or if this will be successful or not. But I suppose it should be as it is mostly going to act as a form of release (?) for me while remaining unknown. Recently I have come to the understanding of the amazing freedom it is to be able to put things out into the world, to people you don't actually know me. Which just shows me that my fear of judgment is much greater than I ever realized.  
Anyways! I take pictures a lot. I am by NO means a profesional, nor do I have any more experience than you, most likely. But I really enjoy it, and would like to think I do get a good one every now and then. I will post some of them, how ever random they may be. 
I may also post poetry from time to time. I usually write when I am upset about things, so it tends to be dark, just FYI. 
I think thats pretty much it, although I may rant, but I will try to kept them short ~ most likely not sweet. And will include from time to time random musings on life, family, love, fan fiction (probs Twilight, I've tried HP but it doesn't really work for me). 
OH! The name ~
Scanty: limited or less than sufficient in degree, quantity, or extent

Oblivion: the fact or condition of forgetting or having forgotten; especially : the condition of being oblivious

              : the condition or state of being forgotten or unknown 

(Definitions from Merriam Webster.com)

I am a stay at home mom/student and therefore often feel that I never have enough time to myself ever(.) as there is always a child, husband or paper that needs attention. I am also very forgetful, and enjoy being unknown here on the web. Won't get into it more now, but that's basically where the name comes from. I go by Bowlove on Twitter, Youtube (although I don't make any vids just watch them) and FF.net. I go by Ell on ADF. :) 

Oh, and I use smiley faces :) and lol, WAY too much. The over-use police are coming, but I am sneaky and have gotten away so far, much to your disappointment ;) 

I hate winter, but sometimes it's pretty ♥

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