His Face Fell Off...(or a least, its about to...)

Poor Kitty, I told you it's okay to die. I wont forget you, but I will have to bury you. I am moving on. But I haven't yet parted with the memories...Or other things for that matter, but I am one step closer. I had Christmas. It was lovely! Soon I won't have to do the dishes. Maybe I will get a turn for laundry. One more week with twins...But sadly I might miss them. Thats strange, because I didn't think I would. This computer is slow and my fingers are frozen. I served a mission to McDonalds. What a cute little stinker. She is my pal. I went sledding. It was cold, but my socks did not fall off. Thats why it was fun. I want the orange sled. No its my turn...Sigh, how exhausting, but whatever I can do to help. I am hiring a new family. Sort of. And only a few selected members. I still think about beets. Pickled beets are my favorite. They are the shiz nit. The End

My Productive Afternoon (A Day in Eighth Grade Science)

Once upon a time there was a summer camp. At the summer camp worked a girl named Susie. Susie's job was fairly simple and she had lots of good workers to help her do good at it. Needless to say Susie had lots of free time to sleep, brown nose, and sleep some more. She also spent a lot of time complaining about other staff members.

There was another girl who worked at the camp. Her name was Fido. Fido worked three jobs. She had very limited help from those who worked for her. She had to do almost everything herself. Naturally she had a very difficult time accomplishing all of the things she was assigned. This created a huge amount of tension between her and a few select people that she worked with.

One day, in the middle of the summer, Susie decided she wanted to take a day off of work. So naturally Susie's boss decided Fido needed to fill in. Fido was very reluctant to do so, but she did it anyways. She did a fantastic job. In fact she did so well, that her boss decided to move her there permanently. Then Susie was moved to Fido's old job. She had a very difficult time. She couldn't make anything work. Pretty soon she couldn't deal with the torture anymore. She decided to quit in the middle of the week.

Naturally, everyone that worked with Susie was very upset, so they decided to punish her. They took all of the belongings from Susie's tent and put them into every canoe and rowboat and sailboat they could find. They let the boats off the docks and by the time Susie figured out where her stuff was the boats were all in the middle of the lake. Just as Susie was ready to swim out to her belongings, a terrible storm came up. A huge bolt of lightning came across the sky. It struck right in the middle of the canoe that had all of Susie's non work clothes in it. Darn! How sad :(

Soon the storm cleared up and Susie was able to collect her remain items. This was not an easy task however. Susie was attacked by a swarm of salamanders, a collection of leeches, and a school of albino fish. Once Susie reached the shore she ran to her car, she had had enough and was ready to leave. However, the smell of fish was so strong that she attracted a family of bears. Luckily, she made it to her car before to much damage had been done. After a scratch to the face, she was able to escape.

Susie drove off in such a hurry, that she neglected to note the giant moose that was following her. Susie sped off out of the camp, and was angered when she got stuck behind a bus of senior citizens. The bus was driving so slow so Susie had to slam on the brakes. She was then rear ended by the moose, causing her to spin out of control. She hit the bus and it flew off a cliff and started a forest fire. Luckily, no one on the bus was hurt. Susie's car on the other hand, was broken.

Reluctantly, Susie climbed out of the car and decided to hike the twenty three miles to Kamas. When she got to the Provo River Falls, she realized that she was being followed by a parade of animals. She paused to notice that a chipmunk had been gnawing at her ankles. She ran to a kybo for protection. While running she tripped over a snake and fell into the unmentionable part of the potty. The momentum from her running caused the kybo to tip over and roll down the mountain and all the way into town.

When she got to town, she tried to use her cell phone but it was caked in poo, and it wouldn't work. So she went from house to house begging to use a phone so she could call home. When she finally found someone who would let her use her phone, no one would answer, so no one came to pick her up.
So Susie decided to hike the remaining 124 miles to home.

The End

The Discovery of Stink

A hidden turd and a missing package. The problems will be solved because I am a super sleuth. Thats right a master crime solver. Tinkerbell is not cute, just annoying and skanky. Interviews are bleh. I used my brand new whistle. It was fun. My cat fell off the car...Sad day. No more heater. I like snow. Its cold. I have to finish shopping. Apparently a month is not enough time. Bleh

The Evil Invention of Facebook Doom

I will pretend to be you and tell people we hate each other. What a fun game. It smells like turd. It sucks! I hate turd! I hate you. You beet dater. I am trying to be nice. Its stretching my heart. You lie well. I blackmail well. I feel like Michael. Stop talking...No one likes you. Stein air. Dummy is a nice word. Your mom bought your present from me to you. Ha. Read it on your own time. I cleaned dog poo...there was lots. I like Belle she is the shiz nit. Still smelling the poo. I won at uno. Eat that boy with the desire to have a set of dds. You shoulda been there. I went shopping. the end

A bottle of nothingness

Finally, a long awaited slice of birthday cake, not pie. Fire alarms give me a headache regardless of the time of day. Christmas music becomes more annoying each year losing the fondness and sweet memories that it once help. I suppose that is because Thanksgiving is merely a day to take off work as opposed to actually being thankful. Maybe the lack of gratitude is affecting the economy and its downfall. I suppose I am grasping at straws. I <3 class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Pandora. Its my hero. As well as Ben Kweller. All these years of ignorance. I heard a song about pickles. Whats the difference between manager and director? How about between yams and sweet potatoes? Although thats kind of you to think of me and ask I really have no clue whatsoever. I heart nine year olds so much more than five year olds. Which is sad. I also heart my little sis! She is my favorite. I don't heart your dramatics. You need to get over yourself. Or better yet, find yourself, and stop doing what other people want you to do. I am glad I can think for myself...The evidence proves otherwise for you however....I will miss some people. Others not so much. Why are you bothering me? You did it to yourself. I have moved on and really just want to be left alone. This is lacking the funny....That's tragic. I haven't had any moose to drink lately. I supposed that my sexual predator of a coworker might be able to solve that problem. Happiness is a gun? But the government is confiscating them....To bad. Scooby can say my name! But so can the rest of the gang. To bad they don't have a real mystery machine. You will make a hippie van and I will make a pimp mobile. Then we will ca chigga...lol. I get it. I need some brackets...What to do. What to do. She stole my kitty. What a moron. Sissy is sick...Thank goodness I get a break. I need one. Time to part.

Enlightenment and such

It appears to me that I have been oblivious to the obvious. When you grow up you should settle down. None of this single crap for eighteen year olds. Looks like I missed that memo. Oh well. I am not very upset about this. In most states I would be the normal one, and you would be the freaks. So bleh. Wow. This sounds depressing, when in reality its not. I hate AIG they are dummies, ruining corporate America. Stupid bailout plans. I need a new government. The elitist type. Then I could be happy. I got a new job offer. I wonder how well that will work out. I suppose in the way it is supposed too. Bleh. I just want it to be next year so I can move on with life. No more of this waiting crap. Who does that anyways? I dont like it, or approve of it either. Also thank you dear Fido for that lovely song you enlightened me with at six am this morning and now twelve hours later it is still in my head! I hAtE yOU fOr dOIng thIs tO mE mOrE thAn wOrds cAn ExplAIn. Also to you stupid 13 year olds, get a life. And make sure it doesn't include me. This is why i like fourth graders. Oh and my piano students rock! the end

Sexual Predators and the Myspace dilemma

Stop calling me Carbon County!!! Dar....Yeah doorsteps and conference. I found another bomb shelter. And then the football team stunk. But hockey was fun. I play monopoly. Played rather. Frontier Face is not the great, its just the way Winner is. I don't like my fan club. If you are going to follow me around all day for entertainment I suggest you pay me or at least help me figure out what to do with my glitter whites. Crayola, you let me down this time. Its cold I want to go home. Why did you lie about birthday pie? Last time I checked it was my birthday and I didn't want pie. You don't need lame friends like that, just like I don't need the governor calling me about his promise to help finish Highway 6. Oreo cookies are better than applesauce cookies. And that guy stole a kitty. Also someone out there should change his myspace picture. It scares me. and thats why we arent pals.

Worst Pickup Line Ever...

No in five years I will probably have a full time job that doesn't involve thirteen year old boys stalking me. And in five years when you are almost nineteen i will be almost twenty five. Its not happening kid. Never. Now please just leave me alone so I can live my life happily and in peace. Now that that's over, I am suspicious of your motivations...Hmm...Katie I haven't talked to you in months but I think I just made the biggest mistake of my life so lets be friends. I burnt my finger. I am cleaning out my kitty's eye infection. I am going to the circus with a salad. Basically. Not really. Pink cotton candy is better Seth. And no, I will not bring you a birthday cake. Sorry but I am mean. And I need a q'ing job so I can go to Italy. That's code for I am in debt and can't go on my mission until I am out of it. Maybe I should've accepted Rob's proposal and taken his credit card...Why do I think of these things after the fact. Oh well. I can always try my support the poor method. Thirteen and fifteen. Actually its sixteen. Thats weird. Very very very weird. Happy, but weird. I dunno if I am ready for this. Well some things I am ready for but can I really face evil in the form of a human being. That was mean, fetch. Practice makes perfect I suppose. Why are you being nice to me? My entire life you are a meanie head and you choose now to be kind. She really did change you. That's good and yet another reason for me to be nice to her. I think I like her more then you. Winter camp with my sister could be a super funny experience. I suppose if there are some other people I will for sure be all over that one...In the woods...Not really. Well maybe. Wait, Chester might be there. Bad news...Never mind...The End.

Pink or Blue...

BYU contains scout masters from Springville that mock me and pretzels that are way to salty. That's a weird way to start. But its true. And P.S troop 639 thanks for making me the center of attention....The grass was cushy. I was proud of us. It was hot. It is to hot for survival in the valley. I miss the mountains. Except there is snow there....again....Six weeks without...I am going to the circus. I hope that I can be protected from the bears. That's why I am bringing mace. And a shotgun. You learn how to kill bears at camp school. I won that battle. And I will win the next one too. There is a stupid head coming. I hate stupid heads. But in reality I think I like having something to hate. Maybe...That probably only makes sense to me. Oh well. Most things do. This weekend will be the weekend of doom. That is all I am going to say about that. I am going to the circus...YAH!!!

The Greastest Voyage in the History of Plastic!!!

So...It was good. It was worth it. Because of a pickles and salami sandwich with a side of beets, radishes, and a stupid head. I got engaged. He gave me the credit card. I ran away. Techno is not my style, neither is cinnamon sugar. Not to mention the Wilderness Cabin. I suppose its a good thing I never slept in there. I rolled into a hole and got stuck. So he licked the tire, she kissed the potty, and I hugged/kissed the bear. It was precious. My name is not Pick. My breathing is to relaxed for such a monstrosity. Not to mention the fact that my drool has tapered off quite a bit in the last decade. My sweetest downfall is doctor pepper, which is for sure why my boss gave me some...Enchanted makes me cry. So do people who throw away my targets and destroy all proof of a bulls eye. Those same people also mess with the sites to make me feel bad about my aim. I hope he sits on a rock and remains forgotten about. Seff is a fast driver. Fido is too. I am confused. I cant count. I got twenty dollars. I write the best hate letters known to the history of man. Exhibit A. You smell and look like the inside of a kybo that hasn't been pumped since 2002. Exhibit B. There comes a time in every relationship when the man screws up. That time is now. Exhibit C. You are bread and butter pickles. The whore of all pickles!...And that makes me the winner. Yah Bomb Shelter!!!! Yah Cows!!!! Yah Horses!!! Yah Slide!!! When I am in the car I close my eyes so I don't have to look at the spedometer. The cow in Evanston was doing it for the first time. Precious. Chinese makes my life. So do people who ask do you know anything about screws? I Heart My Life. The End

lost in the memory of woods....

The ten foot drifts have gone and the nights are hot. My time is spent day dreaming of Beets, while others ponder radishes. Good thing I think radishes are gross. I love beets. Both kinds. Projects are good time wasters. Sometimes. I should cross stitch. Like an old lady. I go to UHAB. But I want to take my Sydney. She is a pony. But she doesn't realize that. Its week five of eight. Then its time to face reality. Darn. My iPod burnt a hole into itself. The saddest day of my life. Oh well. Two years everyday. Thats some pretty good life. I finally figured the best way to excel at inventory with excel. In the woods...Literally. I think about the woods to much. Do you know what scouts do in the woods? I do...I like to read poetry from smelly 11 year old boys. The End.

Bless your soul? How does that work?

I leave on Monday. Normally this would not be a big deal. Unfortunatley for Katie, the road is in actuality a river. So hiking with my junk is the only option. I am literally celebrating Christmas next month. It is a winter wonderland (lame). There was a wedding. And my eyeballs burned. Stupid plants. And grass. And flowers. And pollen. Gay. Anyways. Jammin out is apparently the one thing they have in common. Or rather showing off...Sometimes it gets obnoxious. Oh well. Eila found her blankie. I can speak Finnish. I hate movies about Barbies. And care bears. I can sing Disney songs. With my singing chair. I still have to pack. I have to clean. I have to write some letters. I can make cards. I can send them too :) Some say this will make their cabasa hurt. Others say this is amusement. I say this is real life. And I do not want to share a cabin with everyone. And their belongings. And I am not going to have nearly enough time to count and organize. Thanks for over planning my life without my say. I really appreciate that. And that is exactly why I fully intend on skipping the majority of your time wasting activities. Well they are not time wasting, but rather not my priority. And then if my area is not together I blame you. The end on that story. Piano is funny. He is better than I expected. And she is amazing. But the middle is interesting. I don't think it holds his interest to well. He got 100 tickets and now he gets a game cube. Moving that to Saturday. Car pools really save on gas. Thats why we split it four possibly five ways. I hope its comfortable for them. I never drive to anywhere with anyone. To bad he couldn't find his own house. He got lost. And the other one had no idea how to get there so I had to drive all around Salt Lake. I hope my Buick Electra doesn't magically change into a Buick Park Avenue. IDIOT. I hate Jiffy Lube. There is nothing Jiffy about it. Which reminds me, I need to buy an air filter. Mine is disgusting. Bleh. Twenty minutes til bedtime. I hope it works....I like bananas, coconuts, and grapes....I do not like wolverines or five dollar knives. I despise those who enjoy the police. And disobedience to safety regulations. (That is code for all male homosapiens falling between the ages of 11-14.) I also despise songs written about sticky moose. I hate to break it to you, but moose do NOT DRINK JUICE! Even if their name just so happens to be Fred. And yet I am assigned to teach that class. And customer service. Two things that I feel very highly unqualified for. I will have to make up some notes in the mysterious blue staff notebook. I wonder what secrets it contains. Actually no I don't wonder. Caitlin already told me all about it. Okay. That is the End. There is no more.

More tales of the well I don't know what.....

Today. Its June. I am terrified for scout camp. Not because of bears or mountain lions, or even the "wolverines" How about a nice dose of snow? TO much snow. The road isn't even open. Next week there is a wedding. I am going. I get to hold flowers. Yippee. I am kinda excited. I really can't wait for work. Woot! Woot! Just not cold. I went to the movies at midnight, and I felt as if I were in a class from the crazy lady (the second crazy lady, not to be confused with the original) because of aliens. Aliens. Duh. And then I ruined the movie for a number of people whom of which I am convinced hate my guts. OH well. I like me. And thats all that matters. I went to Disneyland. It was amazing. Just like every time. Oh and the beaches I went to were fabulous. I saw dolphins and seals and jelly fish! And crabs, the spiders of the ocean. Oh and Logan order a PB&J for lunch. Then I came home and threw a super dooper shower for my soon to be sister-in-law. I am sure it was awkward for her, but I knew everyone there.....Lets see. My time is filled by coloring signs that will probably not even get used, because I will come up with a better "Disneyland" idea. I still need an employee so if you need a job....This is kinda making sense. What the heck is wrong with me? I will tell you what. Piano lessons. I love them. Teaching that is. I am gonna bribe some people. Thats kinda bad. I have to place my order on Amazon.com for the September 2 release! WOOT! WOOT! Now that will be exciting. No news on the 21 department so please don't pester me about it. THE END

Yup. So I did It!

After two years of "hard work" I have graduated. Not a big deal. I am just glad to be done. Now its on to "Study Abroad." I really didn't enjoy the ceremonies. Flags that made no sense. Blisters on my feet. Oh and blood. Lots of that. Then stupid people want to throw you in a fountain. Idiots. But they did get the quarter. To bad I was late for check out. Flat tire stuff blows up in your face only when cell phones die because someone packed your phone charger. They don't listen. I move home. I am bored. I need something to do. At least I am pro. I really wish people would stop. I wanna work there again. Sorta. Why did you quit? Idiots. I dont have to cook anymore. I wanna hang out in the primary. The End

Some Spin on the "Spin"

So finals. They suck! I am scared. I still think headphones are the greatest invention ever, not only do they allow you to listen to your iPod, but are wonderful for blocking out unwanted sounds of various roommates doing obnoxious things. I am throwing a bridal shower. You should come. I really don't like chicken sandwiches. So why do I eat them? My dad drives the orthopedic mobile. According to Logan, "It's the kind of car people buy when they realize they shouldn't be allowed to drive." Good times, good laughs. You are his best friend? Well yes, and I am his daughter? Leatherheads was upsetting. But the Jones was not. Wind. Wind. Wind. Can I use you as a reference? I have to go somewhere....I don't wanna work at Macey's. Actually I just don't want to work. Well no, I want to work, but only one job. To bad it only lasts eight weeks. I can't wait :)...bye bye ghetto van! No more! Its almost time for a real bed. And I will float. Stop telling people about that! DAH! I have a chair. It has speakers. The speakers have a plug. The plug is for my iPod. My iPod is for me. It is awesome! I want that cabin. I hate mosquito nets. Still dreaming of them. (Thanks Reid and Carrie <3) IDIOTS.....I am glad you can be so "mature" and "undramatic" at least I was honest ;).... Some people are Darwinists. That means I am better than you, your trailer, your sixteen tie dye Mickey Mouse shirts, your 23 broken down cars, and we can't forget your stupid dog with poo up to its ankles. I heart gravity. And Italia! I am going there. In October. Hopefully. Disneyland party bus is comin! Woot! Woot! And I like giant bubbles

No news is weird news

Graduation is in 25 days! Woo Hoo. I am super glad. I am moving home in two weeks. I can't wait to get away. To much drama here for me lately. Oh well. They are making a forth High School Musical...Ew...Camp stuff means new pens. And I have the evidence :) Mission stuff is going well, I think. Morgan is very helpful but I don't think she is going to know that for about two more months. Go mail! I studied for an astronomy test. That was weird. I am planning a bridal shower. Thats going interestingly...Hello Kitty is on my kite. And I blow giant sword bubbles. And I watch movies that you hate. Go figure. Meh

Props and Plums....

A camping scare and a desire to have the purple peeps. Of all the people, she did that? I really hate astronomy. She likes judge judy. I love enchanted. Started the papers. 39 days till graduation. Its gonna be a party. Apparently I have to buy a dress. Boo. I got a tuition scholarship to Weber. That helps me uh...not at all...Hello Kitty is my kite. I really don't want you to come see me, I was just trying to be nice. I am skipping the next meeting and I blame you. But really its finals. I am in a rock band. I play the drums. Chim-Chim-Cheree....Or something to that point. Where is your justification? His singing makes me weak... :) ... I spilled the root beer. I also called you from class, but ssh dont tell the teacher. I would get into big trouble. I dont wanna do school anymore...The end...

No Name Papers

I am now employed. By the BSA. Its a grand sing song sort of event :). And yes I am a complete dork about it. Two more classes and its spring break! I am so excited. I mean honestly its the happiest thing. Staff meeting on Tuesday. That will be interesting. Graduation in 52 days. I can believe its already coming. I am gonna miss my friends so much, but its part of growing up I guess. American Idol ruined the Beatles. What else are they gonna ruin? Tiffany is getting married on Friday. It's going to be fun to see her. Its really weird when so many of your friends get married. Its fun though. I finished all of my homework really early today. I don't know what got into me, but for some reason I am caught up. Weird, I know. Some people are really starting to get creepy. Like know stuff that I never told them sorta stuff. I dont know what I am gonna do about that one. Oh and for Caitlin's purposes my birthday is Friday.

Reen-A-Tard? No Clue...

Pretty much its March. I have made it halfway through the semester! WooHoo! Sorta...I am super dooper excited to get graduated already. I feel like the past two years have gone by super slow. But this semester is just flying by. Its kinda bittersweet. I am totally excited to move on with my life. But at the same time I have more growing up to do. Darn. I am gonna miss my life here. Its so amazing and I have truly become happy. I am starting to fret about things. Because thats what I do. I am a worry wart. Argh! Not a good thing either. I have a lot of preparation to do before October rolls around. Its a lot of stress. Sometimes I think I am not good enough for it, or that I don't have the right attitude. Thats why I am so glad I have my Meg to talk to :). She is so encouraging and great. She doesn't even know it either. (Well I guess she does now) In nine months I am going to be in a completely new and exciting situation. I am so excited about the opportunity, but at the same time, the thought of leaving my life for so long is a little frightening. I know without a doubt that I am supposed to be preparing for this, but at the same time, YIKES! And in other news....I, Katie Bullough, have done astronomy homework! I am turning redneck. Its horrible. I caught myself listening to country music and not minding...Starting to talk weird too...And I hang out with guys that drive hideous trucks that guzzle up the gas, and they wear plaid shirts and cowboy hats. Yikes...Never saw that one coming. Thanks, Dad. Oh by the way Ray's burgers are over rated...Oh I officially blow at Rock Band/Guitar Hero...The end...

Happines, Gum, and Other Adventures

So that is Megan. She is pretty much my bestest friend ever! She is great at everything. Except motivating me for class. We do a lot of things together. Mudding. Couching. Studying. Eating. Stuff like that. She is a good listener too! Once she made me mad. So I gave her a black eye...With make-up. Life has been pretty good lately. Amy and Megan have been here for me to talk to, and its been really nice. They give good advice. I am graduating in 66 thats
right 66 days! And I am more than excited. Camp training starts pretty soon. Caitlin and I are gonna die waiting though. I have decided that I am going to take a break from school in the fall. I know what you are thinking. What? Don't stop! You'll never go back. But I have got something better in mind. I have done a lot of praying and thinking and I know what I need to do. So I will be taking an 18 month "break" if you will. I am nervous. But I know its what I have to do. So I am gonna do it. All my life I never dreamed of doing such a thing, and then my cousin Morgan decided to. And I toyed with the idea for awhile. Then I decided it wasn't right for me right now. So I started applying to schools and such. And nothing felt right. And I was getting frustrated. Then one day. Bam! It hit me. So we will see in a few months what comes of it. School is going great! I am doing good in most of my classes. Even though I missed a whole week of class because I was sick. Once I get caught up in Lit I will be doing amazing! I have made some amazing friends this year, and its made a big difference in how happy I am. Its so great. I am just so happy. Honestly, I have never been at a better place. I know that a month ago I felt like my life was falling apart. But I picked it back up and pushed forward! Now here I am. And I am so grateful I have those in my life who are willing to help me through anything, even if they don't realize they did it!

Hot Plasma...Hot Dog

I am graduating in ten weeks. Then I am going to Italy for eighteen months to do some "work." I am going to buy a piano. And a canolli. I have a bff Jill. She answers to Megan. I had a reunion with some high school pals. That was exciting. They are all growed up. I am not. I lack a motivation to complete the semester. I made it to astronomy but I wrote a blog instead of paying attention. I got thirty bucks for not doing drugs. I am on codine though. Oh well. I want a cookie. Cookie. Cookie. Cookie. I don't like outer space. I am not moving to Phoenix. That would blow. Never use tissues with Vic's on them. Your eyes will sting. I think that I am done. PS I put this picture up because I like my cousins. Even if Morgan is going to Spain tomorrow

There's a Tree In the Meadow?

So I know that camp ended forever ago. But I am a slow poke and am just barely getting it put up. It was pretty much the most amazing experience of my life. I have never done anything like it, and I hope I can continue to do it. Working at a boy scout camp was the last thing I expected to do. But then one day out of nowhere I decided to go. And so I applied for the position and I got on. Then I decided I didn't want anything to do with it, and I was going to spend my entire summer being miserable. But you know me, I had the job so I stuck with it. And turns out I was wrong. The memories, the friends, the experiences. I have never felt so secluded yet so relaxed. Its hard to explain really. There is no electricity. No internet. No cell phones. I guess I learned that those aren't the important things in life. Its all about relationships. Relationships with friends, with family, with strangers. I have to admit, I am not one for being dirty. I love to shower everyday. But there. Its basically impossible to stay clean. And it doesn't even matter. The bears were no fun to deal with and neither were the scout masters. But I think of the people I worked with. I was so lucky to have people that didn't judge me for this or for that. You are accepted for what you are and that is that. It is something I recommend to anyone. Even if they think its a terrible idea. Cause guess what! I thought it was gonna suck too. And now look what happened. I made so many good friends! And I learned so much about myself. Pretty much amazing!

Facepaint and Fun

So we are pretty much amazing right? We match. Megan, Katie, and Kamber all have the same hair to. Its like we are in the third grade again. And we called each other before school to make sure we wore the same thing....Anyways. Go basketball. I love this picture especially cause Becca is squatting down. And she is still taller than Amy. Loves for my girls....

My Toes Are NUMB

In the hours of cold, the hours of waiting, the peace and the calm, the inviting spirit. An amazing experience. None other could match. No mourning, no pain. Simply joy and celebration. Entertaining conversations and a pink scarf to match. Leave us with memories. A decades worth. And then some. Mexicans and Jesus. Horchata and orange soda. What kid could eat that? What adult for that matter? I am sorry we are late. Its not all my fault. Five hours later. Six and then seven. Sleep with an electric blanket. It all becomes worth it. Thanks for the memories, thanks for the light, the life, and the joy. And we are left to say....Good times....Good times