It’s Friday so that means in Draz Land it’s time for BYOC – Bring Your Own Crazy!
We answer just a few questions to get to know each other better and to give our blog brains a break!
Copy to your own blog if you wish and ENJOY!
1. How much makeup do you wear daily, how long does it take you and are you loyal to certain brands?
Mascara and eyeliner...A MUST. If I forget, because I'm little forgetful sometimes, I freak out. Not really, but just a little. And that's about it. If I have a crater on my face, I'll use cover-up and powder, but I don't wear lipstick because it looks weird on me and I rarely wear blush...again, I look like a clown in it. Could be that I don't know what the hell I'm doing when applying all that crap.
I don't have a preference on brand, but I've stayed close to Cover Girl for a number of years. It's the makeup my mom wears, so that's probably why.
2. Repeat question: I’m going to pick a person not knowing your relationship with them (or even if there is one) and you try to describe this person in 5 words/short sentences.
Your oldest paternal aunt
Such a good mother!
Christian
The woman that nicknamed me LauraBelle when I was 2 weeks old.
Caring
Strong willed
3. Tell me about your first real kiss and how old you were.
Holy crap, I have no idea. Actually, no, I take that back. I was 16 and at a New Year's Eve party at some gym in a town next to where my cousin's live, which was sponsored by a church, and you could bring in your own alcohol. Yes, we were all underage. Gotta love small towns that don't give 2 shits about the law. Anyway, a very older guy (he was like 20, I think) and I were dancing and all the sudden he started sucking my lips off. I was like 'ok, this is interesting'. Then he put his tongue in my mouth and I almost peed my pants. First thought was, Eeewwww. Next thought was, well, not so bad. So we continued. We both came off the dance floor with slobber all over our faces. It was a very proud moment for me.
To this day, I still see the guy about twice a year at the football game tailgates, because his family and my extended family are still close. Can you say: Awkward much. Such is my life.
4. If I gave you $1000.00 and told you that you had to give it to a charity – which charity would you choose and why?
I would give it to a charity called KSDS. It's an organization that is located in Washington, KS, and provides Guide Dogs, Service Dogs, and Social Dogs, at no charge, for persons and facilities that need them. (Cat, if you click on the site, they have pictures of the dogs!!) This is the organization that my Mom and Stepdad Mike have been involved in for almost 10 years I think. My parents would take a puppy that was around 8 weeks old and 'train' them till they are about 2 years old. Basic training like sit, stay, etc. They would also take them to places, like the movie theater, on airplanes, to football games, camping, etc. to get them accustomed to different environments. Once the 2 years are up they have to give the pup back to KSDS and the professional trainers will assess the dogs and determine if they would make a good seeing/eye dog, or just a assistant dog, or if they would be good for a nursing home. Then they would extensively train them for what area is best.
My parents have trained, I think, 6 or 7 dogs so far. First question that everyone asks them is, "How can you give up a dog that you've had for TWO years?!" And my dad's response was, "Because people need these dogs more than we do. They go to help people." I'm starting to cry just remembering all my dad's attention to those dogs. My dad had a service dog in training by his side up until his death. And my mom took on a dog after his death....the first girl puppy, named Seranade.
Sorry this is long winded, but it's something very close to my heart, and always will be.
5. Repeat question: Summarize your week in blog land and in real life.
Blog land has been poopy for me for weeks! I just feel like all I'm posting about is my weekend bruise-and-beer-infested-traveling-gypsy-craziness, then the 10 Things Thurs. and finally BYOC. God, I'm such a blogger loser. I promise to do better! I'm not going out of town for while, so I'll have more time to dedicate to all you badass sexy people!! And everyone else is posting amazingly awesomeness! It's been a fabulous week to be a follower!!!
Real life is ok. I'm extremely busy at work. I hate my Devil Machines that I work with, but what's new. I haven't worked out or eaten right this whole week. I have 2, count 'em TWO, photo sessions this weekend for friends! I did clean the house last night, and wow, it was really, really bad. I'm kinda in a poopy mood, but promise to be all sparkles soon!!
Have a FABULOUS Friday y'all!!!
That is an awesome charity. I admire people who train service dogs. Your parents rock.
ReplyDeleteIt's okay to cry when you think about Mike. He was a great man. I'm glad he was a part of your life.
That charity sounds amazing...just like the man who trained them was. Thanks for always doing BYOC...it makes my heart all warm and tingly. You're a great mini-me.
ReplyDeleteVery cool charity! Have a good weekend.
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You've been a great blogger, it's fun to read about things other than exercise and/or weight loss!
ReplyDeleteAnd your parents sound amazing, as does the charity. :)
Awesome, awesome charity...that's so cool your parents supported that!
ReplyDeleteAmazing charity! I'm glad you shared that with us. Go BYOC!
ReplyDeleteSo funny that you still run into your first kiss guy. Last I heard, mine was in jail for dealing drugs! So haven't seen him since jr. high.
ReplyDeleteWhat a great charity!
I love that charity. I have contributed to the Seeing Eyes for the Blind charity. I absolutely love that your parents worked with these amazing dogs for 2 years and then let them go for their purpose. How wonderful. thanks for sharing that. Also - sometimes I think following and commenting is just as awesome and needed as blogging yourself. But I love living vicariously through you!
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