Jordi says our apartment smells like estrogen.

First of all.. an apology for all of these:

Have I mentioned I'm technically challenged? 

I write my NDHBE in five days.

National Dental Hygiene Board Examination.

That is pretty much the biggest test I have ever written, or will ever write.

Yes, this trumps my English 30-1 diploma... by a lot.

Pretty much I'm a tiny bit stressed about it.

So are my roomies. We all handle stress so differently. It's kind of humorous.

 Let's just say our emotions are all running pretty high these days. It will be so nice to get this test over with so we can all be functional human beings again. 

Hmmm while I'm thinking about it... just a brief apology to anyone who has had to deal with me and my unpredictable emotions over the past couple weeks. I promise I'm not always like this.

My sleeping habits are terrible. Terrible.

And they have been for about two weeks now.

I'm so surprised I'm not deathly ill by now. 

But life is so good. The weather has been warming up a tiny bit. Texas is lovely. I have the sweetest roommates. And my best friend is back from the dead. Oh and by dead I just mean Puerto Rico.

And it's like he never even left. Except now he speaks Spanish. It's pretty cool.

I haven't seen him in real life yet because I live in Texas and he lives at home. But that's fine, for now.

Have I ever mentioned how proud I am of him?

I am. 

He's changed like a million percent, but at the same time.. not at all. 

I don't want to make anyone uncomfortable by getting emotional so I'll stop now. =)

I also really need a hair cut. I don't think I have ever neglected my hair so much in my whole life. 

Amber if you ever read this.. please don't judge my split ends. I'll take care of it someday.. promise.

Life is not perfect. 

I don't think life ever really is entirely perfect. 

But it certainly is wonderful, and I'm not sure I have ever been happier. 

And I have a feeling it's just going to get better.

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My Best Friend.

Hmm. Well, I have had a lot of "best friends" through the years. I can't say that in my life I have had just one best friend. I guess I can go through them all... there are a lot. 

Just a side note first here. Just because my "best" friends change every year here.. isn't saying I lost touch with any of the friends previously mentioned or suddenly wasn't friends with them. I just became "closer" with others. You know how life is.. I am just associating the people I remember most with each grade.

My first best friend was Dallin. He lived next door since I was born. He was also my only friend, and I'm pretty sure I was his only friend. His mom used to babysit me. Sometimes I don't think we even liked each other, but we still played every day. The day I got sent to get babysat on the east hill was a little bit heartbreaking. Needless to say, here we are, 19 years later, living next door, and hanging out almost every day. It's certainly been on and off through the years, but he and I certainly go way back.

Breanne Strang was my best friend in kindergarden. We would sit together on the bus and go play at each other's houses. That's about all I can remember.

Nicole Peters, Nicole Parker, and Lauren Smith. Grade one. I loved the Nicole's, and who didn't love Lauren? We were all in the same class, so naturally we were all friends.

Grade two, I wasn't in the same class as anybody I previously new, and I remember being best friends with Kaycee Romeril (Bevans) and Shelise Day Chief. I have a story I wrote in grade two about a squirrel and a monkey named Kaycee and Shelise. Hahaha.

Grade two.. okay yeah I got held back. I was born in Dec 1991.. so I was like beyond the youngest in the grade.. you know, that September deadline.. it happened the year I started school. Anyway. There were kids in the grade below me that were older than me, and I was small anyway, so there you go. Grade two. Tessa Merrill. Enough said.

Grade three. Tessa Merrill. We used to sit together and switch all of our workbooks and do each other's work all morning. I guess its safe to admit to that one now. This year I also became very good friends with Becky Quinton, Karen Low, and Jillian Boyson. Looking back it's funny to see how you become besties with the girls in your class.

Grade four. Malarie Bevans, Stephanie Redford, Jillian Boyson. I don't remember how me and Mal became so tight, but I remember we sat together and we asked Steph to come color with us. Such a tender moment.

Grade five. Karlee Cahoon, Malarie Bevans, Bianca Alcock, Stephanie Redford. I am pretty sure that Steph and I lived at Bianca's house every single weekend of this year, and the next.

Bianca Alcock, Stephanie Redford, Malarie Bevans: grade 6. We just thought we were all so cool you know. But I did love these girls wtih all my heart.

Grade seven.. I don't even remember. This was a big transformation year for me I think. I lost some friends, made some new ones, but I think for the most part, I was the tightest with Steph and Mal. I think this was the first year I really was heartbroken, and it was over the loss of a friendship. I guess thats the beginning of Junior High though.. hahaha

Grade eight. Steph and Mal. Ohhh the good days. Tessa as well. I remember doing a lot of projects with her in Mrs. Baxter's science class.. and Mr. Ralph's social class.

Grade nine. Stephanie Redford, Malarie Bevans, Katelyn Remington,  Michelle Zemp, Karlee Cahoon, Kelson Roe, Braden Moojalsky. I didn't play sports anymore, so didn't get to spend as much time with Malarie as I used to. I did stats for the football team, and Karlee and I became very close, as we both fell in love with boys on the team. The rest just all seemed to happen.

Grade ten. Braden Moojalsky, Kelson Roe, Michelle Karlee Steph Kate. You know. 

Grade eleven. Steph. Karlee. Kate. Michelle. This was a fun year for us. I don't even remember why, but I liked grade eleven. It was different.

Grade twelve. Steph. Karlee. Kate. Michelle. Spring. Jordan. Cody. This was a crazy year. I was tight with the girls as usual, and Spring was certainly my go-to girl about every single problem I encountered, but Jordan was that guy who told me everything, and I told him everything. It was freaky how well he knew me and I knew him considering the limited amount of time we spend together. He was that friend that I could not see for two months, but then we'd hangout and it was like nothing had changed. I was lucky to have him take me to grad after a really complicated, messed up year. Cody came along about halfway through, and although we weren't necessarily best friends to begin with, it certainly ended up that way by the summer. I actually wrote a whole post about him being my best friend right here.  I am going to miss Cody a lot when he leaves in a couple weeks. We've been through a lot and even though I am SO excited for him to be a missionary, it will be a hard goodbye.

Right now, my best friends are probably Cody, Dallin, and Steph. Of course, along with many others, but I spend the most time with them. I love all my friends, and I wouldn't change anything that's happened.

It's sad to think life just sends the best of friends in their separate ways.. and we can't do anything about it. Somedays I miss some of my lost friendships terribly. Somedays the hurt is still there, but overall, I can just smile at the different happinesses each of my many different friends have brought into my life, and know that they are now bringing happinesses into others' lives.

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Day 4

 "Ooh, call him in the middle of the night and tell him everything you had to eat that day.."

Ok. Who can name the quote from the best show ever?

This was the first thing that came to mind alongside todays challenge.

Can't say I've ever done anything like this...?

What I Ate Today

1. tomato soup and cheese bread

2. a cracker.. or three

3. a glass of chocolate milk

4. roast chicken, mashed potatoes, corn, beans, gravy..you know
5. some chocolate chips. jus some though not lots.

Okay that was the biggest waste of a blog post... so I'll post a nice picture or something.

source.

Enough said.

I like this picture for obvious reasons.

Day 2

So here is day 2..a few hours late, I suppose.

 My first love? If you would have asked me when I was twelve, I would have had an answer. If you asked me when I was fifteen, I would have had an answer. If you asked me when I was seventeen, I would have had an answer, and again when I was eighteen. But here I am, age nineteen. My answer?

Let's see. Everyone seems to say love lasts forever yeah? I think love does last forever.

Well I guess that means I still haven't met my first love..

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I'm not really having much luck these days.

Maybe in a couple more years.

As for now, I am just happy to be single.

well. this was inevitable.

Ya. I can't help but start these things. I'm not sure what it is, but they are my favorite ever.

I found this lovely little challenge from this lovely blog. =)

Day 01 – Introduce yourself with pictures and words 

Day 02 – Your first love
 

Day 03 – Your parents
 

Day 04 – What you ate today 
 

Day 05 – Your definition of love
 

Day 06 – Your day Day 

07 – Your best friend

Day 08 – A moment
 

Day 09 – Your beliefs 

Day 10 – What you wore today 
 

Day 11 – Your siblings
 

Day 12 – What’s in your bag
 

Day 13 – This week 

Day 14 – What you wore today

Day 15 – Your dreams 

Day 16 – Your first kiss

Day 17 – Your favorite memory
 

Day 18 – Your favorite birthday

Day 19 – Something you regret
 

Day 20 – This month
 

Day 21 – Another moment

Day 22 – Something that upsets you 

Day 23 – Something that makes you feel better
 

Day 24 – Something that makes you cry

Day 25 – A first 

Day 26 – Your fears

Day 27 – Your favorite place

Day 28 – Something that you miss
 

Day 29 – Your aspirations

Day 30 – One last moment

So I guess it's Day 1.

It says use a picture to introduce yourself. I didn't really want to put a picture of myself up, but I liked this one. She looks happy, and I'm happy, so I figured it was suiting enough.

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Well. I'm Simply Jane. I think there are a lot of people that believe they know me. People I have interacted with over the past few years, people who read my blog, people who are friends with me on facebook, people who have heard of things I've done or ways I have acted, or people who are friends with my friends. Maybe you do know me, but I really think it is more likely that you don't. There haven't been very many people that I truly believe have known who I am, and the person I want to be. There are one or two for sure, but I think it ends about there. Here are some things I think maybe people don't know about me.

1. I hate confrontation. I have been called a pushover. I won't deny that. I hate hurting people or causing unnecessary problems and when I accidently do, I believe it is the worst feeling. I think this has lead me to be trampled on and used a few too many times in my life.

2. I'm very opinionated, but rarely actually voice my opinions. While hanging out with people, I would much rather let someone else decide what movie to watch, where to eat, or what to do, because I'd rather be the one who is unhappy with the decision than dealing with the complaints of those I am with. 

3. I'm an observer. I seriously have no problem sitting out on a game and watching everyone else participate. I enjoy it. This goes with cards, video games, sports.. basically anything.

4. When I was eight, I told my dad I was going to be opening a homeless shelter when I was older.

5. I didn't used to think this about myself, but I've come to the realization of how much I love animals. I will cry if I hear about animals being tortured or see an animal in pain.

6. The first impression I get from everyone, is that they don't like me. Perhaps I am just seriously lacking in confidence, but honestly, I just assume people don't. I'm not sure why. It's really kind of embarrassing, but maybe it's easier that way. 

7. I am really good at putting two and two together. I don't know how, but honestly I can judge situations, read peoples faces or actions, or assume results from things so accurately it is almost scary. 

8. I hate my handwriting. I have the hardest time writing letters because I think it is atrocious and I don't want anyone to see. 

9. I have become way too talented at acting like I don't care about things that hurt me. If someone tells me something that makes me want to die, I am very good at not letting my true feelings show. I don't think it's really healthy actually. I just really don't like others to know when I am hurt. Putting on a happy face makes it so much easier.

10. I think I gossip too much. I really wish I didn't. I try not to, and I am working on it, but it is a fact of life and something I struggle with. However; I am fully capable of keeping a secret if necessary, or if it is for someone I love.

Well, I guess everyone knows me a little bit better, but I'm pretty sure I still remain a mystery to 99.9999% of the population. Probably more.

seriously?

Sometimes, I like to just turn my phone off, lock the door to my room, and be by myself.
I have these thick, dark brown curtains, you see. Perfect for all day naps.  But, I can't do that. Because if I turn my phone off, people will freak out or something, because apparently there is a problem with turning my phone off.

Sometimes the distractions of the outside world make me crazy.
Having to run errands, the beeping of the snow plow early in the morning, line ups in grocery stores.. its all madness. I have no problem laying on the floor of my bedroom with music blasting, and doing absolutely nothing.

Sometimes I wish texting didn't exist.
Having a cell phone is so great sometimes. It makes you 100% accessible, all the time... which presents a problem. What if I don't want to be available all the time? Everyone says, "just don't text back," I know. But you know what happens then? Another text, and a duplicate, and a phone call, and another text. Seriously people. I'm contemplating breaking my phone in half.

Sometimes I feel like my personal space has been invaded.
Everyone seems to think they know everything. People I once trusted have spread my inner most pains and  happinesses until they have become stories used for entertainment. Seriously. I have to stop telling things to people.

Sometimes people don't understand these things about me... which is fine. Some people are different. Some people want to be social all day every day and constantly want to be talking with someone or spreading the latest gossip or running or playing or chatting or being on the phone. It's really not a big deal. That's just not me. Sure, there are days when I just feel like being a social butterfly, but sometimes I just like chilling by myself. It's really not a huge deal. Just accept it.

Sometimes people think something is wrong with me, and I hate that, because there isn't anything wrong. They keep asking whats going on with me over and over and over until I want to scream, because nothing was wrong, I just wanted to be alone, and now, something is wrong, because some people just won't  let me have that.

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Seriously. Since when was saying no to a hangout such a crime? 

the twenty second and twenty third.

Day 14-Some pictures you love
with the addition of my own personal captions.

 A best friend can make the November air seem not quite so cold.. =)

(dedicated to Michelle for November 22.. in genie pants)

Christmas tights? Yes please.

Wishy washy wishes are a thing of the past, you could say.

Pale skin can be beautiful too.

Day 15-Pictures of your Dream house


Heck if I know what my dream house is. I'm eighteen. 


Possibilities:

You know. The typical, dream mansion?

Maybe a little bit closer to the ocean..

Perhaps up on a mountain.. making everybody look like ants.. from way up there.. =)

Maybe my child hood dream of owning a doll house could come true?

How about a cute little house with the fairies?

or perhaps a cute cottage in the woods.

Ya. I still have no idea.

11, 12, 13

I've kind of fallen behind on this challenge. I really wish that meant my social life was so fabulous that I've been too busy to post.

Unfortunately, that isn't the case.

Oh well.

Day 11-Favorite tv shows

Gossip Girl

because who else dresses as wonderfully as Blair Waldorf?

and because he's Chuck Bass..

Grey's Anatomy

because every episode makes me cry.

and because Derek Shepherd is a perfect character..

Gilmore Girls

because it's so hilarious even though you don't expect it to be.

and because Paul Anka (the dog)..

Friends

because you can see an episode a million times and it's just as funny

and because Phoebe Buffet.

Pretty Little Liars

because everyone has their secrets

and because it reminds me of the summer

90210

because sometimes I see snapshots of Hollywood and it reminds me of how hot California is

and because it keeps me up to date with clothing trend changes.

The OC

because it was the first TV series I ever really got into

and because Seth Cohen and his curly hair.

... you get the picture. 

TV shows have kind of been an escape for me over the past few years of my life. Judge me all you want. My pathetic and embarrassing addiction is under control.

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Day 12-What you believe

I believe in miracles.

I believe that things will work out the way they are supposed to in the end.

I believe that working hard has good results.

I believe that every person needs occasional alone time.

I believe in love.

I believe that unconditional love is the key to successful friendships and relationships.

I believe in forgiveness.

I believe in God. 

To find out more about my religious beliefs, click here, or of course, just ask me. =)

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Day 13-Goals

Although my short term goals have all changed drastically in the past few months as life has taken some unexpected twists and turns, my long term goals have never changed.

Get married in the temple.

Raise a beautiful family.

Be soooo happy.

As for the rest.. we'll have to see. 

Day 10-Something you're afraid of

Oh this should be interesting. I am going to write a couple stories about my worst fear.

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Story #1.

I was in Chem 20 (although Chemistry is certainly a fear of mine, this isn't the fear I am referring to) in Mr. Wolsey's classroom, except our teacher was Mrs. Meeks. I sat in the front right corner of the classroom, one desk in front of Ryan. Class was just passing by like it usually did, me hating on chemistry and wishing I could be in a different class. Mrs. Meeks was at the front of the class writing notes on the whiteboard. It was a relatively dull class from my perspective. I hate chemistry. Suddenly, Mrs. Meeks lets out a little gasp and puts her hand on her chest. She is looking in the front, right corner of the classroom towards the book shelves. "There's a mouse," she simply stated.

I'm not sure how the next three milliseconds went, but I know by the fourth millisecond I was standing right on top of Ryan's binder. To this day, I don't remember how I got there. I'm convinced I flew, or some saving angel picked me up and carried me there. The entire class froze and slowly all eyes were on me. I hadn't breathed yet, my eyes were watering, and I had the shakes. I'm grateful that no one laughed, because if you ask me this is not a laughing matter.

"Do you need to take a walk.." asked Mrs. Meeks. I jumped off of the desk and walked into the hallway until I got control of my breath.

And no. I didn't even see the mouse, but I could sense it lurking on the other side of the bookshelf only feet away from me with its beady little eyes, and that was enough.

 Story #2

Our house has never had a problem with mice. In my whole life, we have ever only had a mouse twice, maybe three times. One in six years? I like those odds. Anyway, the most recent time we had a mouse residing with us was about two years ago. It was up in our kitchen, so my dad set a trap in the corner. I demanded he set one in my bedroom just to be sure, so he did that as well. What a good dad. Anyway, that night, I had trouble sleeping. I dozed in and out and all I could think about was the sound of the mouse trap going off behind my nightstand. Okay, let me rewind. Just because we don't have mice inside of our house often, doesn't mean they don't enjoy nesting just outside of our house. My bedroom has an two outside walls. The one on the north side of my bedroom is by our back yard. The walls of my bedroom have been a home to birds, bees, and mice. My dad doesn't believe me, but I know they are there because I can hear them scratching the wall. The same wall that is inches from my head. So creepy. Sometimes I even hit the wall to try and scare them away. I'm pathetic, I know. Anyway, this particular night I could hear something on the outside of my house near the floor. Of course, I lose all logic when there is a mouse living among my family. It was two, maybe three in the morning and I was near tears because I had convinced myself that there was a mouse inside my bedroom, rather then outside. Suddenly, I hear the trap go off. I was hyperventilating. I didn't want to move because I didn't want to accidentally run my hand over such a demon little creature. What if the mouse just touched the trap and the rodent was still running around my room? I thought about getting up to go sleep in a different room, perhaps in a different house, but the thought of accidentally stepping on the mouse was too much for me to handle. I couldn't turn on the light because if I actually saw the mouse I'm pretty sure my heart would have stopped entirely. My mind raced. I grabbed my cell phone and started calling my house. Of course, if anyone has tried to call my house, you know that no one EVER answers the phone, especially during the night. I called my dad's cell phone and finally he answered. I'm pretty sure he thought I was getting raped or something because of the pure terror in my voice. He came downstairs and checked the trap in my room. It hadn't even gone off. WHAT THE HECK. I heard it loud and clear. He went upstairs and checked the mouse trap in the kitchen. Sure enough, our creepy little fiend was smooshed like he should be. I asked my dad how loud a mouse trap was when it went off, and he said it was certainly not loud enough for me to hear from downstairs in my bedroom at the opposite end of the house. I guess I have super-sensitive-mouse detecting ears. I still shudder when I think of that night.

So there you have it. Something I am afraid of: MICE. I know its ridiculous and they are harmless and all that crap, and to be honest, I think they are kind of cute. But when there is a mouse near by, I lose all of my logic.

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HA. I hope they all die.

simple as it should be.

Day 9- Put your iPod on shuffle, first 10 songs

1. My First Kiss - 3OH!3

2. Someone Else's Life - Joshua Radin

3. 1 2 3 4 - Plain White T's

4. Just Want You to Know - Backstreet Boys

5. Last Christmas - Glee Cast

6. Boy Inside the Man - Tom Cochrane & Red Rider

7. Love Like Crazy - Lee Brice

8. Simple as it Should be - Tristan Prettyman

9. Fell Right Into You - Jessie Farrell

10. Nobody Knows Me At All - The Weepies

Hmm. Well, a lot of people say that you can tell a lot about a person by the music on their iPod. For me, this statement is so incredibly true, but I hope you won't read too much into why I said this. Have you ever played the game in the car where you just shuffle through songs and say the first person/event that a song reminds you of? I can honestly say that most of these things immediately took me back to a certain day or time period in my life.


Sydnee - Remember listening to the Weepies in the summer of 09?
Michelle - Please. Just remember 1 2 3 4? Hahahahaha
Karlee and Michelle. That song, Fell Right Into You. Does it perhaps take you back to a little excursion we took into Lethbridge, this exact time last year? Oh dear..


Anyway. I think this post is a perfect opportunity to write about something I've been meaning to since the day I started this blog.

Simple as it Should Be - Tristan Prettyman

,

I don't think I ever mentioned that this is the song that actually inspired the title for my blog. I kinda have a habit in life of getting worked up about insignificant things. I forget what is most important in life, and often find myself dwelling too much in the "now". I know that its important to be able to find a happy medium between learning from the past, loving the moment, but living for the future, and it's also very difficult. I started this blog last May. That point in my life, everything was sort of changing. I had just broken up with a boyfriend and was sort of getting back together with a previous one, I was moving out of my house for my summer job, graduation was coming, dance was ending, and most of all... my English diploma was creeping up on me much too fast and I still hadn't figure out how to nail my C/A essays...(haha). Basically, I was stressed. There was a lot going on, or so it seemed at the time..
I often go through this cycle in life. Perhaps other people do as well. Everything seems to be going well. Life is relatively easy and fun and problems seem to be solving themselves. Of course, life isn't easy so someone will drop a bomb on you, figuratively speaking of course.. (actually, I suppose literally for some people so I should be grateful that the bombs in my life are only figurative bombs..) Anyway, suddenly this, bomb, that happens takes over your life. You stress about it, and you think about it, and you get headaches because of it. Then something even worse comes along. Basically, everything is falling apart, and life is hard. It seems like nothing is ever going to start getting better, but then it does... it gets way better. Suddenly you are realizing that life really isn't that terrible... Then it starts over.
For me, right before things start getting better I always realize that I am forgetting something huge. Everything is going to work out as long as I am being the person I want to be and living the way I know I am supposed to, and the way I want to. Everything in life doesn't need to be so complicated, but I certainly seem to make things that way, or assume things are that way even if they aren't. Sure, things are going to go wrong.. but I live in a great town in a great country. I am so lucky to be able to have the things I do. I often forget truly what matters most, and that is being a great person, and being the person I know I can be. The things that tear away at my mind and the problems that seem to be so incredibly life-altering at this point in my life, probably aren't actually going to make that big of a difference in the long run. A break-up doesn't mean I'm going to end up alone for the rest of my life, and just because someone thinks poorly of me because of a miscommunication doesn't mean that life is over and my reputation is permanently damaged. Honestly, some day I will be married and have a family of my own and I won't even remember the little things that were said about me, or just how hard a break up was. Life is going to turn out right. I am Simply Jane, and whenever I remember that life can be simple, I always feel so much better.


That probably made no sense, so excuse my ridiculous inability to create a sense of togetherness in this post. I guess it doesn't matter, because I feel better now that I have given Tristan Prettyman her proper credit. Thank you Tristan Prettyman for reminding me to keep life Simple as it Should be, and for helping me discover the perfect title for my blog.

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S.L.M.J.M.

Day 8-A place you've traveled to

A place? A? I love to travel. 

I've been to 9/10 Provinces. I've been to Eastern USA.. so like. Maine, Massachusetts, and New York, and some other states over there that I can't remember. I've been to Florida and California both a few times. I've been to Montana, Idaho, Utah, Nevada, and Arizona. I guess I've landed in a few other states before, but I won't really count that. I've travelled to the Bahamas, and to Mexico, and I've been to Germany and Austria. I absolutely love to travel! If I could, I would spend all of my money and the rest of my life travelling. =)

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So I have this friend. I'm sure you have all heard of her, because I mention her often. Michelle. =)

She and I have a lot of things in common. Sometimes it scares me how much we are alike. We are both a little bit conniving and like things to go our way. Luckily. "our" way, is the same way. 

Meet: Simply Little Miss Janelle Micheen.

We both love all things Disney.

We even both know the secret...

We both love to dance. 

photo by Trisha.

We took this picture in grade 9.

And totally by accident, this one two years later.

Weird right?

We document everything.

Like riding the Tower of Terror

and getting smooshed by watertfalls

and wearing 3D glasses

and jumping to our deaths...

or bridge jumping

and riding away on Rosie

Photo by Trisha

and getting attacked by Pacman Ghosts.

Photo by Trisha

Okay enough of that. Hmm. 

OF COURSE.

We both love Rafe..

Photo unavailable... so here is another one I like instead. =)

We both love/hate cats..

To see just how much.. click here for  more cat photos.

We cheered together.

We travel together.

to Europe & Florida.

We even both have bad posture.

We like to exercise together too.

Just kidding. Just dress up for dances.

She even found a way to be sure that we graduated together. =)

Photos by Trisha

Michelle is witty. She is so smart and an excellent writer. I miss her terribly and just can't wait to see her. =)

what a weird day.

Day 7-Favorite movies

Titanic. 

Pearl Harbour

How to Lose a Guy in Ten Days

The Notebook

Sweet Home Alabama

Despicable Me

Little Women

Life is Beautiful

Gone with the Wind

I love all sorts of movies, except movies I can't follow. That drives me nuts. My mind isn't really focused on movies right now, so I don't really feel like getting into that.

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I just wrote the worlds longest blog post, then deleted it all. This is all I have for today.

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They say it’s easy to forget your troubles when the weather’s warm. But all it takes it’s one fall breeze to blow reality right back in your face.
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Oh. and PS. I had the time of my life, fighting dragons with you.

♥