Sunday, April 29, 2012


Yep, that about describes my writing brain today: zonkered. Tuckered. Knackered. Sleepy. I enjoyed the challenge once again this year - I met new people and found some really intriguing blogs. It never ceases to amaze me how different and dedicated the blogging community is. For now, I'm going to enjoy this beautiful, warm sunshine and say farewell in the same way as Kip from Napolean Dynamite. "Peace out."

Saturday, April 28, 2012

Yay, I did it!

I was so excited to log onto my blog today to discover that I've reached 100 followers.

Woo Hoo!!

That was just the best thing that could have happened in my blog world! Thanks so much to every one who liked what I said enough to click "follow".  I hope you return again and again to see what's going on.

Today, however, not much is going on. We've had a good day though. I conquered grocery shopping with Baby Huck in the ergo and Little Olive giving speeches from the cart. When she's not rambling about the guy over dere who is walking and shopping for food, she's asking "why" about everything:

"Okay, let's go get some eggs!"


"Because we like eggs."


"Because they're good for us."


"Because God made them that way."


"Because He's nice like that."


"Because...He just is."

Friday, April 27, 2012


I play the game WordFeud with an old friend every day. I always await my turn with nervous anticipation. He's been known to fire back a couple 64pt words, despite my username being "TheVictoriousOne". Two letter words are the way to go, I've learned. Qi, Ka, and even Aa have saved me. One game, I landed "xi" on a triple letter word, both vertically and horizontally. I was most proud. But until today, I never knew what "xi" meant. Turns out it's the 14th letter in the Greek alphabet. Cool. Ya learn something new every day. Happy X Day, all my A-Zers!


Mr. Wiggle Bottoms, that is. That's what we've started calling Baby Huck ever since he escaped from his Super Swaddle a few weeks ago.  So crazily active, scooting around on the ground, on his tummy, climbing into our laps and trying to stand himself up.

I was so tired this afternoon after Little Olive fell asleep. I brought Huck into bed and just closed my eyes while he played next to me for a while then started getting more quiet. He would roll onto his stomach, rest his head on the mattress, then pop back up a few moments later. It was time for sleep, Mr. Wiggle Bottoms!

As this became less frequent and with longer intervals inbetween, I opened my eyes to watch him. Behind his pacifier, he would smile though his eyes were closed. Just when I thought he'd dozed off, he'd let out an excited gasp and flip over onto his back, and then quickly settle back into his sleep. He even made me laugh a few times. Not only does he wake up with a beautiful smile, but now he's falling asleep with one. 

I just love that little guy.

Thursday, April 26, 2012


Hubby and I were discussing the importance of perspective last night. About how so much of life depends on your viewpoint - how actually everything is based on this. It's very easy to get stuck in our ways and not want to consider someone else's point of view, because it's against yours. And because it's against yours, it's wrong. And why would you even waste your time considering someone else's side when ours is the right one?

First of all, why wouldn't you want to hear another side? If your side is, in fact, so right, then you would only be enforcing your original belief by hearing their obviously erroneous thoughts.

Secondly, I've said this before, but I'll say it again: understanding doesn't have to equate agreement. I don't have to agree why someone totally loves horror movies. But I could at least hear their side so I could understand it.

Thirdly, how will you ever expect people to be "open-minded" enough to listen to you, if you never listen to them? I think people fear being "open-minded" because it makes them wishy-washy. I disagree. Being open-minded means you are secure enough in your own beliefs to respect others and listen to them. It means understanding that there are different ideas out there. It doesn't mean you have to agree with them. You can stick to your guns and believe you're right. But hey, you might learn a thing or two while you're at it.

I google image searched "vantage point" to get a creative picture in here. First I got this. 

   Heaven help us. But then I found this.

Much better. :)

Tuesday, April 24, 2012


What do you do to unwind? Here's a list of some nice ideas that come to mind for me. I would follow this every night after the fam went to bed if I had a full 10 hours to do it all:
  • Take a warm bubble bath
  • Drink one (or two) of the following: a margarita, a glass of Moscato or White Zinfendel, or an Amaretto Sour
  • Play the piano
  • Sew
  • Read a good, captivating book
  • Go for a walk, then a run
  • Spend some time on Pinterest (I haven't forgotten about you, I swear!)
  • Work on my book (the one living in my head that wants to be down on paper)
  • Paint (why the h. not?)
  • Write in my journal
  • Leave a sweet note somewhere for the hubby
Today my "unwind" was sitting around the table with my mom and aunt. Pizza, wings, and flavored decaf coffee. Little Olive busied herself, and Grandpa held Baby Huck while we all talked. It was a great time. I even had a "lime-a-rita" mixed with some fruity juice. Twas delicious. (I swear I'm not an alcoholic. I'm not.)

Sunday, April 22, 2012

Tricking Thoughts

I've never realized how much our thoughts control our emotions. Let me give you an example I heard the other day:

You're standing at a bus top, and there are so many people waiting with you. It's cold, crowded, and everyone's silent. You feel a sharp poke on the back of your ankle. You're annoyed but move forward a step so it doesn't happen again. A few moments later, you feel another sharp poke. You clear your throat this time, move a step away, and start to get a little angry. When it happens a third and then a fourth time, you lose it and decide to have a word with that jokester behind you.

Now before you turn around, if someone was to ask you, "Why are you angry?" you'd most likely say, "Because the person behind me keeps poking me in the ankle!'

So you turn around to look in the eyes of that person, and to your surprise, you see that it's an elderly woman, with a walking cane, and she's blind. She's using your foot as a way to keep her balance.

Immediately, your anger disappears. Even though she's continuing to poke your ankle because you've just moved again.

The point here is that the person wasn't making you angry. The fact that she was poking you in the foot wasn't making you angry either. Your thoughts made you angry.

When you turned around to see her, you stopped feeling angry. It's because you had new information, and your thoughts changed.

This blew my mind when I heard it. My whole life I've heard people say, "You control how you feel, no one can make you feel inferior without your consent" yada yada. But this, man...this finally made sense to me. Not to say I'll never feel frustrated, discouraged, lonely, or mad again. But now I understand how it works. 

Saturday, April 21, 2012


I've written about Swagbucks before (read a post of mine here), but I want to again today because it is seriously an awesome way to put extra cash into your pockets. No, you will not actually get paper bills in the mail from using Swagbucks, but you can either earn PayPal deposits or Amazon gift cards (which is what I do), and that way, you do end up having extra money. :)

Since starting last September, I've earned over $165 in Amazon gift cards. It helped a lot around Christmas time, for regular household items, and even for those random, fun things that come up from time to time.

For literally only a few minutes a day, I earn maybe 30-50 Swagbucks per day (sometimes more if they have good deals or a nice code), and I can usually earn one Amazon gift card once a week or so. If you'd like to get started, sign up here ('s my referral link), and then read my post above to learn how to make the most of your time. Then advertise your referral link and earn SBs when your referrals win a search! It's super easy once you get the hang of it...I say go for it.

I have yet to win such a huge amount, but it could happen! :)

Routines and Rewind

I heard a beautiful, bittersweet quote this past winter...

The days are long, but the years are short.

Can you totally relate to that or what? Sometimes I feel like I'm doing the same routine, day in and day out. Women in the grocery store lines will wave their hands and say, "Oh, enjoy every moment with your little angels." But that is not easy. Nobody enjoys every single moment. (Generalized statement has been realized.) But when I don't, I feel like I'm failing at life. If I look back on the day and realize I wasn't treasuring every single, trying moment, I beat up on myself. I should be treasuring everything!! I'm Exceptional! 

Instead what I've started doing (just this past week, so we'll see how long I can keep it up. Cheer for me from the sidelines! Let's go. Go team, go!), is trying to focus every once in a while during the day and pick a moment to actively treasure. It's pretty easy to do when I remember. 

For example, after a diaper change, I'll scoop up Little Huck in my arms and lock eyes. We both smile and eventually laugh or giggle. Then he'll reach out and pull my face toward him - usually to chew on, but I pretend it's a kiss.

It's truly a beautiful moment. I could have just busied him with a toy while I went and washed my hands. But now I have a memory instead.

See how easy?

Little Olive's moments require a little more determination to capture. She's usually strutting around singing/yelling, "HIKK, LMNOP" into anything that looks like a microphone - even a butter knife.

But she can also be extremely affectionate, and once she's in a kissy mood, it's hard to distract her. If I ask for a hug or kiss, she doesn't usually hesitate to come plowing into my arms. (Toddlers are not the most graceful creatures, are they?)

It's her "pulsatilla" moods that are harder for me to handle. The weepy, whiny, "Mommy hold me, please", can't-decide-whether-she-wants-peanut-butter-on-a-spoon-or-peanut-butter-swamich moods usually send me through the roof.

I'm proud to say I've remembered a couple times to drop everything that I'm doing, get down at her eye level, and say, "Okay, look at my eyes. Stop whining. What do you need?"

"Ahhhh, I waaaant....peanut butter on a swamich...ahhhh...chocolate milk...hold me-"

"Do you need a hug?"

After a good, long, bear hug, we're both recharged. Seriously, a hug is the best way to get back to a baseline. It helps both of us calm down, focus, and it dissipates any rising frustration or tension.  And now I have a positive moment to remember from the day...a moment that we both stopped trying to be the "winner" and instead just got through it together. 

What are some ways you could capture moments in the busy bustle of life?


Thursday, April 19, 2012

Q is for Qrap

Be honest...when you saw the title, did you try to pronounce it as "qw-rap?"

My husband and I used to play phonetic scrabble before we were was so much fun. Today's letter made me think of all the words we used to spell with the letter Q. Piqture. Smaq. Or we would make "queen" with two n's, and a silent final e. If you want to test your creativity, play phonetic scrabble. 

P is for Pleasant

Whilst attempting to be positive and create a happy atmosphere, people sometimes fall into a dangerous trap of ingenuity. Everything has to be pleasant. Conversations need to be pleasant. Visits need to be pleasant. Dinners need to be pleasant. Holidays need to be pleasant. Long-awaited catch-ups from long-lost friends need to be pleasant. Short, little phone conversations need to be pleasant. And while we try so hard to make sure things stay pleasant, we sometimes lose track of reality. I know I do. And when I bring this idea up to others, they let out this huge, exasperated breath as if they've finally met someone who noticed this too. I have nothing wise to say in this matter, except perhaps we could all just try to be aware. Try not to lose touch with yourself and the emotions of the moment. Because by doing so, we really create unpleasant circumstances. Tension that you could cut with a knife. Mentally exhausting conversations. Nobody wants that, eh? Alright, I'm off.

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

O is for Overprotecting Our Offspring

There's been a lot of talk about the "helicopter" parents of this generation - the ones who involve themselves in every single aspect of their child's life. These parents hover constantly to make sure their children are okay, that they're doing it right, they're all set, that they have enough money, and that they don't need anything.

This kind of parenting is extremely aggravating. Despite what you might be inclined to initially think, it's not because I'm jealous that these kids are waited on hand and foot. It's actually because it's just downright annoying. Not to mention, a little debilitating.

I have a habit of trying to see things from the other side of the fence, so here we go: I understand it's done with the best of intentions. As a parent myself, I want my children to have great, happy, pleasant, healthy lives. I want them to thrive, and I want to protect them from all the nasties of the world. But there's a difference between installing a security system, or putting the scissors up high because it's just plain dangerous to have them at eye level, and then actively making life decisions for your kid or removing all obstacles so they never get upset - or so you don't have to be inconvenienced by their inevitable setbacks. I don't think these parents are necessarily bad people, but I do sense a bit of a control issue going on. Or boredom. You chose.

Let's face it...right now, I know what's best for Little Olive and Huck. They're babies. But as they grow older, they'll have to learn. And that means I'll have to step back and realize I might not always know what is best for them. (All the seasoned moms are laughing now, but I bet you felt this way as a young adult too.) I'll think I know what is best based on MY life and MY experiences. But I'll have to let go to let them learn a lesson, and I pray I have the wisdom to do so when the time comes. There is nothing more condescending than taking over an aspect of a grown child's life - instead of giving them the tools they need to do it themselves. Teach them how, and then go weed your garden.

Even though Little Olive is only 2.5, I try to instill in her the value of hard work and independence. If she can get something for herself, I want her to do that instead of nagging an adult. I want her to know she is capable and strong. I won't let her play the damsel in distress whenever something isn't quite right.
This, tattooed on my forehead, in flashing ink.

As she grows older (and this goes for Little Huck as well), I'm going to continue teaching them to first try something themselves. And to give it an honest, decent effort. None of this "Well, this sounds hard so I'll just ask someone else to do it because I can't possibly think of a way to do it myself." There's nothing more annoying than being on speed dial for a person playing the victim at every possible chance.

I'm witnessing a huge "entitlement" generation. Kids have no concept of the fact that they might not actually deserve every little thing they want or ask for. Parents, however, feed into this lifestyle by giving in. "Oh my gosh, do you really NEED an iPad? Do you know how expensive they are?" they ask, sarcastically. But then a month later, the little 12 year old is opening a brand new one on Christmas morning.

"Oh sure, I'LL run your errands for you," they complain. But then there they are, driving to CVS for that deal they saw in the paper.

"When I was your age, I bought my first car," as they hand over a new set of keys.

Parents, we have to stay strong! Being a parent (because I know, I'm such an expert, but bear with me because I speak no lies) means respecting yourself and your child enough to be loving and firm - and to be a teacher. Not to be enabling, or a doormat, or a self-rolling red carpet.

Maybe I'm writing tonight so I can look back on this in 15 years after an argument with Little Olive, after she storms upstairs, and just realize where I was coming from at one point in my life. Maybe I'm not so much as trying to prove a point or educate others (again, remember my Exceptional Parent credentials), but instead just trying to remind the current and future Me.

Or maybe I just felt like writing a long blog post for the letter O. The world will never know...

N is for Nursing Tops (how to make your own)

Today's post is mostly for women...nursing moms, to be exact.

I'd like to tell you how I make every top/shirt/sweater of mine "nursing" accessible! There are usually two main concerns when a mother breastfeeds: 1) coverage up top and 2) coverage around the belly. I've seen moms nurse with blankets, covers, or use their arms to hide that post baby belly. Read on, and you might not have to do that anymore!

Be covered, be comfy, be confident
First order of business: I do not use nursing bras, nursing cami's, or even expensive "nursing shirts" with slits that open sideways. These are all quite cumbersome, in my humble opinion. I use regular bras; whenever I find them on clearance at Target, I'll grab a couple. I then make a small cut with scissors and slide out the underwire. Nursing moms have to be careful about underwire - it can really mess with the milk ducts and cause blockage or infection. You might be asking, "But how do you nurse with a regular bra?" It's just lift up instead of snapping an extra layer down. All my nursing clothes work on the "lifting up" approach rather than unsnapping, unfolding, pulling down, etc.

First way to make any top a nursing top - Use a Belly Band:
Find an old, knit tank top, a size smaller than usual, and cut off the top. Wear it around your torso. Make sure it's snug and close-fitting. Wear your regular bra, and then whatever shirt, sweater, or tank of your choice. When it comes time to nurse, simply lift your normal shirt, and you have access to the boob while your tummy is covered. Super cool. :)

Second way to make any top a nursing top - Make a Nursing Tank:
Since layering is in style right now, this idea is awesome. What you'll need: tank tops, chalk, and scissors. I usually stock up on clearance tanks at the end of summer. You will be cutting these, so you can also use your old tanks for this project.
To begin: put the tank top on, and draw one line under each breast. Take off the tank top and cut the lines, making two slits. Don't make one big one - make two (trust me). When it comes time to nurse, simply lift your normal shirt, and you have access to the boob.

These ideas provide so much coverage, you'll be comfortable and confident needing a blanket or nursing cover. :)

Saturday, April 14, 2012

M is for Makeshift Memories

Our Little Huck turned the big ol' six months yesterday. I went for the laid back approach to capturing this special occasion. Natural lighting, a white bed sheet, and our living room. :) I edited them a bit after to hide the wrinkles. These are unedited...but enjoy.

There he is yelling about something.

Friday, April 13, 2012

L is for Lies

I try not to become emotional on my blog or open up too much about problems I face. Mostly because I want everyone to view me as the Exceptional Parent who never loses her cool and never involves herself in highschool drama. For the most part, I succeed. But I'm secure enough to admit my insecurities, and unfortunately (oh, ya got me), I don't always have it together 100% of the time.

So tonight I'll just say one the individuals who think they're so cool that they can lie and get away with it:

You're not as sly as you think. But I am thoroughly enjoying observing your behavior that stems from the fact that you think I'm dumb. We'll see how long you can keep that up.


(Happier post tomorrow...promise.)

Thursday, April 12, 2012

K is for Katniss
Short blog today. Just to say that Katniss is probably the worst name of any girl character I've ever read about or seen.

If you were around last year for the A-Z, I wrote about my favorite K names for today's post. Katniss wouldn't make my list even this year.


Sounds like "cat hiss"...and I thought she hated cats.

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

J is for Jesus and Little Olive

As a disclaimer, I have never told my toddler that Jesus was sad with her behavior. I'm not sure where she gets the idea...but every single time she sits on the potty, something inside her brain triggers the Jesus conversations.

Little Olive started it off today by saying, "Jesus is so, so sad." She closes her eyes as she says the "so's".

"Why is Jesus sad?" I ask.

"Petuz..." she thinks for a moment. "Petuz Jesus is so, so sad and went up into the sky, and it was so, so bad!"

"Jesus went up into the sky?"

"Yeah...Jesus went up into the sky! (arms fly up overhead at this exclamation) And then, and then, Jesus just...just hit me!" she shows me.

"What! Jesus did not hit you."

"Yeah, Jesus hit me so, so bad! And I was so sad...and Jesus was so sad at Little Huck."

"He was?"

"Yeah, he said, 'No hittin your baby sister!'" She places her head in her hands, as if she is going through such turmoil over this. I'm dying trying to keep a straight face. In a mothering way, I tried to explain that Jesus will go up into the sky in a few weeks, and that Jesus never hits anyone. I said Jesus hugs everyone because He loves them. She listened pretty well but started another so, so bad story about something with her younger brother. What I would give to be in the mind of Little Olive sometimes.

I is for Independent Voter

I've been watching a lot of documentaries lately...they're actually the reason I considered closing my blog a few weeks ago. I was shaken to the core, scared, paranoid, and I lost trust in 90% of what I had originally believed. But I kept wanting to learn more. I wondered, What else is there to know? My concerned hubby finally told me, "You need to start watching happy things." I responded, "No, you need to start watching these things." And to his credit, he sat down with me and watched too. It would be an understatement to say he understands my mindset now.

Over the past couple years, the whole Left/Right political game has become increasingly more irritating to me. It seemed so hard to believe. Was one side really so horrible while the other side was really so wonderful? I highly doubted it.

Now I am realizing that neither side is supportable...and they are intensely FAR from great. So very much, that I can't consider affiliating myself with either. Now that I know certain things, I can't unknow them. I wouldn't say either side is necessarily evil, but there is definitely evil under the surface.

That is why I consider myself an Independent. The month of March was a huge turning point for me in my adult life. I'm no longer as scared, but I am aware. I find the Republican/Democrat bickering completely immature and naive. I am beginning to roll my eyes at political postings on social media that play into the left/right lie. "The GOP does this and they don't care about poor people or women." "Obama does this and that and doesn't keep his promises and continues the wars." "Obama is awesome and I stand by my president because he creates JOBS." "Romney is the lesser of two evils, let's rally behind him."


There is so much more going on than the Yahoo! headlines tell us. There is so much more at stake in our country than whether or not Romney uses the same big words that Obama has used many times before. For pete's sakes. Is that really what our issues are? Vocabulary and setting one class against the other?

Wherever people have gone for their source of information, whether it be CNN, Fox News, NPR, or the Huffington Post, challenge yourself for three seconds to look elsewhere and dig deeper than what's being dropped in your lap. Stop believing everyone you hear just because they have a (D) or an (R) after their name.

And just for the record, Steven Colbert would pick Ron Paul. Juuuust saying.

Monday, April 09, 2012

H is for Hunger Games

I feel like I'm cheating a bit today...because I'm totally directing you to someone else's post. Ever since I read and saw the "Hunger Games", I've been thinking about the story line so much. I was going to type up my thoughts about it, until I saw this post from my friend, Christina. She pretty much says exactly what I feel. Like...exactly. One complaint I have heard from four different adults about this series is, "There's such a complete disregard of life" - I'm like, Hello? Isn't that exactly what abortion is? Christina nails it; these books don't promote or glorify the killing. It actually does the exact opposite. So go go and read her post!

Saturday, April 07, 2012

G is for Good-bye, acquaintances

I do so love my little FB account. But tonight I am cutting back on friends. I'll be starting with 335, and who knows what the final number will be. Family is safe. You're all stuck with me by blood or marriage whether you like it or not. :)

There are a few things I'd like to say to anyone who finds themselves removed and have come here looking for a darn good reason as to WHY I would dare to do such a thing:

1) This does not mean I hate you. I promise!
2) This does not mean we cannot still say "hello" (or even ::gasp:: talk!) if we see each other.
3) It is probably because we never talk or have not talked in years. Not even online.
4) It may be from a negative experience in the past.
5) I wanted to make my FB account more simple and close between my friends and family.
6) I'm not here to win a popularity contest or silently stalk people. That is just creepy.
7) If you would like to argue your case, I'd actually LOVE to hear it! I'm easily swayed. Seriously.

Friday, April 06, 2012

F is for Friday. Good Friday, that is.

From The Passion of the Christ
This scheduled post will be short today in "quiet" reverence of the Holy Day.  I'll be spending the day saying little prayers for every one who comes to mind, and I'll be sure to offer one or two up to everyone who reads this blog today. :)

Have a beautiful Good Friday, and know that Jesus died so that you could have a pretty rocking time in heaven.

Thursday, April 05, 2012

E is for Easter Dress

I finished Little Olive's Easter dress today! She helped me pick out the material a few days ago, and she's been impatiently waiting for me to sew it up. I've heard, "Mommy, tan I wear dat?" probably 36 times.

My vision of the dress wasn't exactly how it turned out in the end, but I'm quite pleased with it! Little Olive is too. She's wearing it around the house as we speak, so I was able to snag a couple quick photos.

I'm spending the rest of the day getting ready for the weekend. I still have to run a few errands to pick up food and stuff. For baskets this year, we're going to keep it simple: just candy. I'm not a huge fan of junk food, but at the same time, I'm not about to turn Easter into another Christmas and have the kids receive toys. Besides, candy is a nice way to say, We've fasted throughout Lent; now let's celebrate! Our baskets will probably hold a little chocolate bunny, some jelly beans, and maybe some other fruity-spring candy. Ooh, that just reminded me to pick up some Jelly Belly's. We love those.

Wednesday, April 04, 2012

D is for Daddy's 1/4 Life Crisis (with pictures!)

There he goes
My handsome stallion of a husband bought a scooter this past weekend. (A what?) A's faster than a moped but slower than a motorcycle. He walked into the house with sunglasses on yesterday, visibly strutting. He thinks he's so cool now.

Back-up a bit...

My hubby has always wanted to go down to one car. But with his jobs and everything, it has been very convenient, if not verging on necessary, for us to have two. He always said, "If I got a teaching job at the college down the street, we're going to be a one car family." Well, we all know how scarce teaching jobs are. But -- they are around!

He landed one at a local high school - literally just down the road. So he has plans to sell his car, and has already bought his new mode of transportation. He found some great insurance rates for it, and we are going to save a load on that and gas (the tank only holds one gallon!) in place of a car. It's an enormous change...but I'm terrified. Bikers are not respected or protected on the road. My husband is a very safe driver, but it doesn't mean much with the crazy lunatics out on the road. I'm making him buy solid, well-made gear - like a helmet. Ain't no way he's skimping on stuff like that.

Even though I have mixed feelings about the whole thing, I still want a ride on it. Come on, you know it sounds fun.

Tuesday, April 03, 2012

C is for Cats...hilarious comparison

For anyone who has had both a dog and a pet, I hope you chuckle as much as I did. 

B is for Big Spender

 For those of you just stopping by for the A-Z challenge, you'll see soon that I'm always up for a great deal. I get daily e-mails from Groupon, LivingSocial, and Birch Creek Mom. I think it's important to try to spend less, pay off debts, and live more simply. Whenever we go shopping or out to eat, we always check to see if we have any coupons or discounts. Some people might not need to, but necessity shouldn't be the only reason for frugality. It can be a test to one's character and lifestyle to cut back and slow down.

Maybe you could give it a try!

Seeing deals on the above-mentioned websites makes me realize I don't always have to spend the full-price on items and can wait for a good deal to come around. What's your take on this?

Sunday, April 01, 2012

A is for April Fools

Since I'm not necessarily the most creative person in the world, I resorted to this. This is the April Fools I played on fb. (Teehee.) That would've been close to a case of Irish Twins. A couple of my friends stole it for their own profile and it's been fun seeing everyone's reactions for them. There is still time for you to do it also! :P