Come Out, Come Out Whoever You Are

I just KNOW there are people reading this entry. You probably check in here and there to see what's new with Olivia. You read, then you move on. Come on people, I know who some of you are....Jody? Lindsey? Sarah? - I would love to show this to Olivia someday and she would love to hear your comments.....so come on! LEAVE EM!!! funny? sarcastic? whatever....just write something!!!

Seriously, is there any need?

I think not!!

It Appears That I'm It

Tagged by Nita, ...passing on the favor to the 3 at the bottom.The rules are simple when you're tagged.Choose 5 items from the list to write about.Tag 3 other individuals when you're done.

If I could be a scientist...

If I could be a farmer...

If I could be a doctor...

If I could be a painter...

If I could be a gardener...I would know immediately when gardening season came around exactly what I wanted to plant instead of going from market to market, trying to pick out what flowers or shrubs I want. And it would look fabulous! Absolutely fabulous!!!

If I could be a missionary... I would devote my time to feeding and clothing children in third world countries.

If I could be an athlete...I would be a gymnast. Not only are they extremely bendy and stuff, they have nice lean muscles.

If I could be a lawyer...

If I could be an innkeeper...I would have a nice old victorian home in the mountains that had the most breathtaking view that there would never be any vacancy.

If I could be a professor...

If I could be a writer...I would write books for children about bullies, abuse, etc. in a way that is fun and educational for children to read.

If I could be a llama rider...

If I could be a bonnie pirate...

If I could be an astronaut...

If I could be a world famous blogger...

If I could be a justice on any one court in the world...

If I could be married to any current famous political figure...

Okay now Liesl, Marita and Beth....you're it!!

Baby's First Haircut

...well, not a baby anymore. I can't believe how a few snips of the scissors and you don't look like a baby anymore. I had this cute little rhinestone barrett in your hair when I took you to the hairdressers to hold back those crazy long bangs of yours. Gosh, you sat stiller than a deer with it's head caught in headlights. You watched every single move she made. You were such a good girl. I picked up your hair from the floor and put it in an envelope. It took no more than five minutes I think. We walked out of the salon, I went down the hall a bit and took that barrett out and tried to get enough bangs to get that barrett back in. I got it in.....but it just looks different now. I can't even explain. I think I could cry. I wish I could turn the clock back 10 hours because I'm not so sure I was ready for this.

Before the tramautic (for me) haircut:



The new, older Olivia:

Walkin' and Whinin'

What? Do walking and whining go hand-in-hand? You're walking....you're really walking. It's so bloody cute to see your wobbly legs coming towards me, arms outstretched.....whining!! WHAT? whining? What the heck is that about? You're not a whiny baby? How come this started. There's no escape, wherever I am, you're walking towards me....whining. I'm not sure what you want. Actually, you want everything now. Now that you seem to be a little taller because you aren't crawling on the floor, you "see" more. You want everything you can see. Now I get it....I gotta put stuff out of eye-sight!!!