A lot of people ask me what color my eyes are...if I have 2 different color eyes...if my eyes are often irritated...etc. So...here’s the 411 on my peepers. 👀 My eyes are the same color. HOWEVER, the hair around each eye is different. My right eye has white hair & my left eye has apricot hair. This often gives the optical illusion of 2 different colors. My skin is sooooo fair...it’s very pink & totally healthy. Sometimes people mistake it for redness, though. One person even asked if my eyes were ruined or if they actually worked. 🙈🙈 As you can imagine, CNF went all berserk on that comment. As far as color goes, it sometimes depends on the lighting. At their darkest, my eyes appear to be a milk chocolate brown. At their lightest, they look to be a dark green. Mom just looooves it when she catches my eyeballs in nice lighting. I tell her that’s weird because nobody should catch anybody else’s eyeballs in anything!!! #skylieryce#skyliedoodle
Thank goodness this dog rolls with the punches! 🙌🏻
Somehow forgot he had a vet appointment today until 2:45. And guess what time his appointment was? ➡️ 3:00 😂😂 Luckily the new vet is only like 5 minutes down the road, so we pulled ourselves together and made it on time. I may have been frazzled, he may have been super energetic - but we survived. 💁🏼♀️ Oh and he’s officially 46.6 pounds if anyone was wondering 😉
How’s YOUR afternoon going??? Haha!
Day 16: (Long post)
I'm a bit late for the day but I met some old friends after a long time. On my way to meet them, I saw this boy at the traffic signal, selling strawberries. He hung around for a while but I couldn't hear what he said because I was on a call. On my way back, I saw the same guy.
Now every time I see a young kid selling something, my heart drops a little, because I keep imagining my students having to go through some problems in their lives to have to be forced to work for a living before they should.
This boy now had two boxes of strawberries left, and he ran up to me, and asked me to buy them off him. He had to travel back home, he said, and it was already 11. The place he had to travel back to is two hours away from the city, and for that moment I honestly felt there was nothing more important for him than to go back home. I asked him if he went to school and he said he was in 10th grade, his exams two months away. I took the strawberries from him and wished him luck. I hope he's reached home by now.