Day Nineteen.

Choosing only 5 of my favorite blogs is tough to do. I don't like picking favorites.

I passive aggressively made that clear in this post.

 So, that's that.

Day Eighteen.

I am the cute one, they're just my brothers.

A story from my childhood. This is not going to be descriptive. My mind doesn't work that way.

I was young, maybe six or seven.

One afternoon, I was playing outside with my older brothers, PJ and Matt. I have no idea what we were doing exactly, just that we were along the side of the house, and I somehow ended up rolling around in the grass.

Not like a dog. Or, maybe, entirely like a dog. Like I said, I can't remember what we were doing.

Before I could get up, PJ ran me over with his 10 speed.

Guys, are you laughing right now? Please know that I am laughing while I write this.

But in the that moment, I was paralyzed. I immediately started crying and screaming for my mother. I was too scared to move, and I'm pretty sure neither of my brothers came over to see if I was okay.

Or maybe they did.

The next thing I remember is being in the bath tub, a mere 20 minutes (or maybe two hours) later, with gauze wrapped around my stomach. No, I wasn't bleeding. But you remember how a band-aid would make everything feel better? Apparently, that's how I felt about this gauze.

I was still crying. And thinking that my insides were ruined forever.

I survived (obviously) and since I was the 3rd child, my parents did not feel the need to rush me to the hospital, in fear of something horribly wrong. Had this been PJ (their first born), I assume they would have called 911 and insisted he was seen by a doctor right away.

Being a 3rd child means they wrapped some gauze on me and hoped I would just go to bed.

Or maybe, they were really concerned. I don't remember.

Day Seventeen.

A favorite picture of myself and why I love it.

1. My Giants shirt that I bought before they won the Super Bowl against The Patriots in 2008. I know, I know, I'm officially trading in my Giants gear this year and backing Aaron Rodgers Green Bay 100%, but still. Don't hate me, Erin.

2. Draft Coors Light! Listen. Draft beer is my favorite - I prefer it, and going to a bar that has CL Smooths on tap is a recipe for disaster. Or a lot of fun. Either one.

3. It's kind of hard to see, but #3 is my very first Jessica Simpson purse. I still have her, even though I have not used her in years. People referred to her as Jessica, and I could get up from my bar stool and say, "Please watch Jessica while I pee..." and no one thought twice about it.

4. $6.00 packs of cigarettes, y'all! Guys, I used to smoke. I quit almost five years ago, but in college, I couldn't imagine having a beer without also having a cig. And the fact that they sold them right at the bar? It just doesn't get better than that.

But the main reason why I love this photo? It was taken at my favorite bar that I frequented everyday every weekend when I first turned 21. It closed about 6 months after I started going there, but I'm still close with so many people I met there that I'm indebted to that townie bar forever.

Day Sixteen.

Today I'm supposed to discuss something difficult about my "lot in life" and how I'm overcoming it.

Well, I'll be honest...my life? It's pretty great. I have a good job that I enjoy. I have a nice home. I have a car that gets me where I need to go, all while allowing me to blast "Mirrors" by Justin Timberlake (on repeat). I have a supportive family. I have great friends.

Sure, I can complain about how my hair won't grow. Or how my face seems to love ringworm. Or how Tino Cat can't help but puke all over the house on a daily basis. Or how I have to carry around an extension cord so I can charge my phone while laying in bed/sitting on the couch.

But that's just trivial stuff, you know? Some days the biggest decision I have to make is whether I want to buy Sweet Mint Orbit gum or Peppermint Orbit gum.

So, no complaints here.

Day Fifteen.

Day Fourteen

Aww, thanks John.

Let's see...10 things that make me really happy.

1. Finding an appropriate gift or card to give to someone for their birthday, or any holiday.

2. Having someone remember how to correctly spell - or pronounce - my name. Guys, I get it. My mom threw a curve ball when she spelled my name with an "i" instead of a "y" but my name is not THAT difficult, okay? Thanks.

3. Having a DVR full of good shows to watch, and having all the time in the world (or day) to catch up.

4. A good hair day. Who doesn't love that?

5. Finding a new recipe, trying it, and loving it. Nothing is worse than a kitchen disaster.

6. Being able to sit around and bullshit with friends. Of course, having a beer or two at the same time doesn't hurt, either.

7. Spending an entire day in bed, watching movies or shows, and not feeling guilty about it.

8. Getting mail (hint, hint, hint). And I don't mean gifts, I just mean cards. Having a piece of mail that isn't a bill makes me happy, and I'm sure you can relate.

9. My family. See also: this kid...

10. Blogging. Or, more specifically, you guys. You don't have to read or comment, but I appreciate everyone who does. And knowing that I have concrete plans to meet some of you, makes me so incredibly happy, I could cry.

Or not. Because I don't do that. But I would if I could.

Day Thirteen.

An apology.

Well, I apologize for not blogging yesterday. It was the first day that I missed in this challenge, and I promise (or at least I think) it will be the last. Honestly, I had half a post done, but never finished it.

So, um, I'm sorry?

ALSO.

Today is my cousin Hilary's birthday, so you should all leave a comment telling her how lucky she is to be related to me. Or how unlucky she is. She's a silent stalker, so she'll see what you write. 

We were so stylish.