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Did you know that authentic is an adjective. I know, it's amazing. And it means this:

"Not false or copied; genuine; real." 

After an amazing weekend on the team with Awake and Arise (www.awakeandarise.com) I am wanting to be authentic more than ever before. I think that life so easily demands that we give this up if we are not conscious and committed to being real. I have a tendency to be a professional hider from time to time... just being "great" and "fine" and smiling my way through whatever is really going on in my life. And it's not always just this. Sometimes I really am GREAT and don't share that either. 

And that part about being real. What does that mean? Am I real? Who am I? All good questions that I am journaling about right now and I hope the bottom takes a long time to get to! I would hate "who I am" to be narrowed down to a simple statement on a page. I think each person has more depth inside of them than they are prepared for and thus is life. The pursuit of becoming. And being. And I know I can't wait for each of you to become more of who you are. Because I like that. 

And put your seatbelts on because I'm going to do the same and I don't know what I look like yet but the more honest I get, the more I like it! 

And that was Bonnie reporting from the deeper end of the pool! 

Pounding head ache that I paid for

This is a picture of me with a head ache. 

Okay, maybe it's not but I feel like this guy right now. And here's the best part. Wait. Just wait. I paid for it. With money. I am on my first day of a 9-day cleanse. And I'm cleansing and my head is aching. And part of the rules is no pain medications. 

So, as you can imagine, Luke is just loving me right now! Because I am SUCH a wonderful person to be around! I AM! Yes, I am. 

North of the Border

I am about to leave for Canada. My baby (I want to emphasize this... BABY) brother just finished his last final ever. At about 3pm. Well, that is, if he decides to quit after a Bachelor degree. So the Luke and I are going up to Canada to hang with my brothers and help him forget all the stuff he just learned for the past 4 years. So have a good weekend! 

My Doggy Dog. Deeter

This is my doggy, Deeter. I know, he's very handsome. I think he knows it too because I tell him that everyday! I really do. And I know it's cheesy. I think that makes it more fun! And I know you're wondering why I like this funny looking creature so much. Well, it's the same reason that parents love their "awkward stage" kids or their "attitude in a teenage body" kids. Once upon a time, Deeter was a baby puppy doggy.

ANGELIC. I could eat his face. Not really but you know... 

He looks like a toy. A fake dog. But I assure you, the pee puddles were real.

Okay... I know, it's a little bit centerfold-ish. But he used to lay like this in his bed all the time. And I didn't put his toys there. He did. He really liked organizing for a small portion of his life. Now he is more into the 'all over the house' look. Or the 'under the couch and I'm going to whine until I get my toy' thing. And that bed... he ate it. Well, I guess he ripped it to shreds and I threw it away. Same with his little weiner dog friend there. He's probably under a million pounds of landfill right about now. Poor unstuffed animal. 

Here's a few more of Deeter in his adult life:

Pondering the deeper meaning of life.

Bad photo, I know but he's dancing in circles for a treat.

Enjoying my hub baking in the kitchen... plenty on the floor! 

He's still pretty cute but it's definitely this that makes my heart melt into a giant puddle of mushy love... Sigh.

Life Insurance...

My husband likes to do this.

And this.

And we have life insurance. Of course, we don't plan on ever having to use it because he has my voice running through his head every time he goes for a ride. It goes something like this... "Remember, it's not cute to have a brain dead husband."  I am sure he is thinking of that in each of these photos. That's why he landed. Because he wants to be a cute husband. And that means brains intact. 

I mean... look who is waiting for him at home! With glowing green eyes!

First blog ever

I have given in. 

I know some of you think blogging is lame (but obviously you're reading mine so I know you secretly like blogging) and others of you have your own blogs. I decided last night while watching 'Australia' that I would write a blog. Nullah, the most scrumptious little boy ever said something about dreaming and I liked it and decided I wanted to ramble on about stuff.

'Life in the Pool' is kind of a funny title for me because I don't swim overly well, I don't own a pool and don't plan to anytime soon. But here's why I picked it... A few of my friends and I have this joke about life being like a pool and that most of us like to hang out in the shallow end MOST of the time! And then maybe venture over to the deep end once in awhile. So that's what my blog will be about. Shallow stuff and deep stuff from time to time. 

The end.

Bon.