Friday, December 17, 2010
Everything is alright as far as my last post goes - ultrasound & business - so don't worry your pretty little heads over it.
Moral of the story: I'm going to listen to Ryan Innes (have you heard?! do yourself a favor www.ryaninnes.com <--you'll thank me) and feel happy & dance around again. No more frustrating, sad, or bothered thoughts. I'm too cute for all that mess. I'm too cute for you.
Love love loves.
P.S. This Sunday we're inviting all ex- or current voice students (children's chorus or otherwise) to come sing for Mom at 5pm. Her health is continuing to decline, so please come sing for her and let's give back a part of the gift she's given to us. For details - email CarolingForRita@gmail.com.
Sunday, December 5, 2010
I'm going to Kaiser today for an ultrasound. Weird, right? I mean, shouldn't I be pregnant before getting an ultrasound? Irony may or may not be throwing things in my face lately. Boo.
I had a nightmare last night about said ultrasound. I was full of dinosaur eggs. Haha.
Extinct-reptile-egg-filled-business aside, it should be a pretty routine ultrasound (I guess??).
According to my doctor, they just need to see a few things that are on my insides - so they're going to go look around with their sweet machinery. Nooo big deal.
...unless they find Barney babies in there...in which case it would be a huge deal...
So why am I still nervous? Maybe I can talk Tucker into coming with me...
I know you're all just DYING to know what happens, so I'll make sure I update you upon returning from Mission Gorge (groooooooossssss drive, right?! ick).
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
I think I was waiting until he stopped pooping on the floor so I could really say he is the world's most perfect freak-alien-dog. But seeing as that hasn't happened yet, he will instead be the world's most perfect freak-alien-dog who poops on the carpet like a very naughty freak-alien. And yaps, nay, squawks, every time I leave the room. And never can figure out how to put his tongue all the way in his mouth. And has defied the laws of nature by somehow finding a way to have a stinkier beard than Tucker.
Although they had a rocky start and still get their feelings hurt sometimes, they are almost best friends. But since neither of them have their manhood and dogs are technically man's best friend... Poor dogs. Only half-men. Ludo still has his stitches in from that awful day. And probably nightmares. And he has to wear this:
It's all very disheartening for the poor pup.
But he is still my favorite and licks my face and growls like a cat purring and only falls off the bed sometimes.
Oohhhhh little lulu!! I love you, you little freak.
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Saturday, September 11, 2010
Well we decided in our brilliant minds that we would continue to grow the iPad fund by wisely investing in a bunch of iPhones from craigslist and then fancy them up with my hacker-loving-abilities and then sell them on eBay for hopefully a little more than we got them. Voilà. iPad for the sick mom.
Except not genius at all.
Kyle found a 3Gs for $275 and we were so excited until we found out he was an hour away in El Cajon. Boo! But worth it. So Kryle haggled him down to $260 and made the drive. (Btw - why do we haggle for like ten dollars? Just for the thrill of it? Or because we like spending money if the amount was our idea instead of theirs? Or we just like to argue with people? Curious.)
Sweet, kind, loving, handsome Kyle then did a not so brilliant, genius, bright, smart thing and handed over the money to the kid even though the phone was in recovery mode. Meaning you have to plug it into iTunes to make it work.
And also meaning we didn't realize it was really a 3G not a 3Gs and we had been ripped off until after he got to Escondido and the kid had probably spent the cash already. Haha. Oops.
We tried to text/call him and say it was an honest mistake and let's just trade back again... No response. We email the link from craigslist... No response. Of course not. Little punk.
By this time (about two hours later) Kyle is truly dejected, and I'm feeling very sad for him. So I bust out my aforementioned hacker skills and find out info about this kid. It takes me a few hours and quite a bit of trickery and online searching, but I find the sneaky thief's first and last name, high school, brother's name, brother's place of employment, and FINALLY, in spite of every privacy precaution possible, his Facebook.
So I quickly change my profile picture from one of me and Kyle to one of just me, and add him as a friend, crossing my fingers that my cute-girl-ness wins over my random-stranger-ness. And it did. He added me within the hour.
He has creepy pictures holding guns and stuff, kind of terrifying. But we fb chatted him, started out nice, ended telling him we would call the police if he didn't meet us for a refund. He blocked me. Kyle left a terrifying legalese-filled voicemail on his phone. He got scared and promptly came back on and said sorry, he'd meet us the next day. I stupidly tried to be nice and say we could leave it jailbroken/unlocked it for him if he wanted. We thought all was well. See you tomorrow.
Kyle gets a message from shady thief's sister the next morning saying our jailbreaking it is illegal and voided the warranty so we aren't getting our money back.
Kyle's response: (skip this paragraph if you're easily bored)
"Either you or your sister or parents can call me back, but here's the deal. I'm entirely within my rights right now. Searching public records is not illegal, jailbreaking is not illegal and even if it was I just called apple and your warranty is expired anyway- and even if it was a factory restore- which we did- will erase any evidence of one, and calling and complaining about a breached contract is not illegal. We were looking around craigslist yesterday and found that you've had that phone up for a while. It was originally described as a 3G, but later you advertised it as a 3GS, which tells me that you knew exactly what it was. Now larceny is a crime involving the wrongful acquisition of the personal property of another person. Through fraud and misrepresentation you came in the wrongful possession of my $260- which is not protected by the risks generally associated with craigslist. I've never called the Nonemergency police line to report fraud, but like I said I'm a law student, and i'm not above doing it, and I'm curious to see how the process works. My offer still stands, I can be
at the Wal-Mart at 12, if you're there we'll consider it a miscommunication and no harm is done. If not, we'll take the legal route and the protections craigslist offers against scammers. Should I plan on being there or not?"
(oh, please. law school much?)
Ugh. Are you over this story yet? Us, too. Kyle filed police reports today but that's it. The end. We got ripped off by a stupid kid and there isn't anything else we can do. Even though we know exactly who he is. And Kyle learned to not trust people on Craigslist, and check it before you pay. And D-Bag McGee learned at 16 years old that you can lie and steal from people and get away with it. And have your older sister enable you. FAIL.
Well guess what?
HIS NAME IS MARTIN BUT HE SELLS THINGS ONLINE UNDER THE NAME TONY. HIS PHONE NUMBER ON CRAIGSLIST IS (619) 249-9132. HE LIED TO US AND STOLE OUR MONEY.
There. Maybe the next time someone tries to google his name/number after he rips them off, they will have an easier time getting a hold of him. If you are one of those people, email me and I will give you the other info I have.
You're welcome, universe. I hate you, thief/Martin/Tony.
...anyone want an iPhone 3G? Yeah me neither.
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Location:The hospital. Where else?
Friday, September 10, 2010
I do have a couple stories, though. Want to hear them..? Ok. But only because you asked so nicely.
A couple days ago a lady BURST into my office with arms waving and SCREAMED, "I NEED SOMEONE TO COME OUTSIDE WITH ME RIGHT NOW! I NEED A WITNESS!"
I was in the back office and thought to myself,"...wtf?"
"There's a man EXPOSING HIMSELF out here and PEEING on the SIDEWALK!" she screamed.
I have to admit, I laughed. This is my life, people. Mom in the hospital dealing with everything that could go wrong under the sun, boyfriend of a year dumps me for greener pastures at BYU-I right in the middle of it, my dog has the worst gas in American and insists on sleeping with his otherwise cute and inoffensive rear end pointed directly at my face - and now I have to go deal with a random dude who felt like taking a whiz on the sidewalk.
As I walked outside and turned the corner I could see an older man with his pants undone, belt flopping in the breeze, doing a skip/hop/run away from the puddle he left on the ground (I guess the sound of the door startled him and he figured he could make his escape unnoticed by just running off with his pants down...?). I laughed again.
I assured the lady I'd get to the bottom of it, figured out who he was (thanks Margie at the Rec Center [<--where he tried to hide from me!]) and wrote the HOA a very concerned email. I guess this guy has peed several times like this in our VERY nice, private gated community in Rancho Bernardo. I can't believe there haven't been mobs of outraged housewives and their doctor/engineer/accountant businessmen husbands calling for blood over it. I mean...these people raise hell when a lightbulb goes out for crying out loud?? Whatever.
Second story. I'll make this one shorter, I promise. (I always get frustrated when I'm reading some gnarly long blog and there are no pictures. Believe me, I wish I had snapped a shot of the old guy running away for you - but, alas, I was ill prepared.)
I broke a drawer in the kitchen. I actually kind of ripped it to shreds, but I'm pretty sure I blacked out before it happened so the details are a bit hazy. I was upset (understatement) and when I shut the drawer politely the first time it bounced back open at me. After screaming at it for at least a straight minute (haha I swear I don't usually do that), I slammed it shut to show it who's boss. It had the GALL to bounce back open again. (Physics, you say??? YOU DIDN'T SEE THE LOOK IT WAS GIVING ME). So I slammed it again and again - this time I had no intention of shutting it, but punishing it - and when I regained my senses it was in several pieces in my hands. Then I cried for about an hour.
By the way, does anyone want to set me up with their brothers after reading this...? Thought so.
Anyways. I called Dad, bawling my eyes out (which luckily won me the sympathy card instead of a huge lecture). Fast forward to yesterday. I've been trying to fix it, but I'm absolutely unable. No glue was doing to undo the damage I did to that drawer. Especially since the only kind I readily have available to me at the house is a glue stick or glitter Elmer's glue. I even tried to petition my maintenance supervisor at work to fix it for me - BUT he's been out for a week with bronchitis and now walking pneumonia...so...boo.
I finally went to Home Depot, fully expecting to walk around for at least an hour trying to find someone to listen to my story and take pity on me. I wasn't above flirting at that point, people. That's how desperate the situation was. After walking around for 30 minutes asking every person I could find for help (even people who didn't work there but who looked like they might've murdered an innocent drawer or two in their lifetimes) I finally came upon Antonio.
Antonio took the drawer, went straight back to the lumber department, identified the wood, cut the wood, took out the screws from the shredded mess I handed him and put everything back together. In 15 minutes. And it cost me $2.00. And I almost started crying for joy. ANTONIO! You SAVED me!! This guy went out of his way to help someone when he really didn't have to. He could've just showed me where the wood was and left me there. BUT he didn't.
I tried to tell him how grateful I was, but he just looked at me like I was starting to freak him out. I wanted to tell him how stressed out I've been and how I don't have a boy in my life to ask for help anymore and how my mom's in the hospital and I broke the drawer because I was having a break down and how I'm going to pray for his health and success every night for the rest of my life because he was so nice to me when he didn't have to be. And now I'm sitting here crying again as I'm typing all of this because I feel so grateful that there are people out there who are willing to help.
So, that's all. Those are my two stories for today. Maybe I'll blog again and tell you about me chasing Ludo down the street with wearing pajamas that were absolutely unfit for public consumption, or my new love 26, or how we all almost died last night from gas inhalation. Sound good? Maybe if you're lucky I will.
And now I'm going to be late for work because I'm sitting on the couch in my pajamas blogging with my gassy dog (who is trying to cuddle me to death) instead of getting ready for work. Meh. I have five minutes. Ready? Go.
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Hospital cleaner smell
The weird techno-music brooke listens to
Plastic hospital pillows
Nurses who roll their eyes
The elevator that's long enough for a gurney
The cafeteria guy who knows my name
Going through the ER entrance and seeing all of the sad people
Everyone in the hospital who doesn't have a visitor
That nurse who wouldn't let us take up the flowers
Walking past the ICU to get to her room
All of the happy people going up to the maternity ward. I'm terrible.
The CNA's who wake her up in the middle of the night to take her vitals
The green button on the PCA
Dog poop on the carpet
My dad's bird
Books that have to ruin things by saying the F word
Kyle's Listerine toothpaste
Tucker's sad face when I leave
That guy who killed Chelsea and Amber
That guy who shot the Bishop in Visalia
Cars with no air conditioning
When my favorite pants get a hole
Not having my own place
Paying for Gas
I'm actually having to think in between each of these. I thought I would be able to just spout off a million things and get it off of my chest and feel better.
Really, all I needed was the first one. That's it.
And the guy who killed Chelsea and Amber. I hate him.
...keep reading below for a not-so-negative-and-crabby post. Well actually I guess it is kind of negative. Keep browsing to your next blog for a not-so-negative-and-crabby post.
The good news is that I've been so busy/crazy/whirl-windy (Kyle loves when I add random y's onto words... not.) that I haven't really had time to feel sorry for myself. Lots of time to feel sorry for my sweet lovely mother, though. She is one strong lady. But don't tell her that, she might yell at you. Aunt Trudi can attest to that.
The other good news is that I am totally 100% crazy in love with my lover-man Kyle. He has seen me with the ugliest non-made-up face and non-brushed-non-washed-hair and even non-brushed-teeth (f'reals) and he still checks me out when he thinks I'm not looking. Seriously? This boy must be crazy. Or maybe he just likes me, too.
Friday, June 25, 2010
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Wow. Horrible sentence. In a lot of ways. But so very true.
Maybe I am feeling this way because I finally got a job and I'm currently answering phones all day and all night. Okay actually only like 6 hours a day. But now that I'm all productive and responsible it gives me a lot of time to think silly things in my brain instead of just saying them out loud. So they get locked up inside and then I just need somewhere to purge.
Today I am feeling extra silly because I got very little sleep, mainly due to the fact that Kyle and I lined up at the Apple store at an obscenely early hour for the iPhone 4. (I had to turn my headlights on when I drove there. That's how early it was. Oh and about halfway over there I tried to remember waking up and putting on my clothes and getting in the car but I honestly couldn't remember doing those things. Yep.)
We made lots of friends. The lady right in front of us had bright pink hair and told us about all of the times she has camped out for things. Disneyland passes, Chik-fil-a, Wii, you name it. Everyone was jealous I brought Jack in the Box for Kyle. We all laughed and shivered and became lifelong buddies. (A lifetime probably equals about 3 hours in this instance.)
So we waited and waited. And waited. But don't worry, we sure didn't get the phones. They ran out 8 people in front of us.
Oh and don't worry, only about 10 people cut in line ahead of us when they moved the line. No big deal.
I wish I got a video of Kyle's depressed Charlie Brown walk when we were leaving. If I had an iPhone 4 it would be in HD. So. That would be cool, wouldn't it?
Also, I just pushed the Insert button on my keyboard accidentally instead of Backspace. And apparently the person using this keyboard before me had some kind of sticky-substanced finger problem, which is now my problem.
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Friday, April 23, 2010
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Monday, April 19, 2010
Case in point:
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Thursday, April 8, 2010
(Ooh Thursday nights...you are so good to me...)
Or maybe watch this Casey play his guitar and sing me a love song:
And if we're really lucky, sweet little Archie will come sing us a song, too. Don't you just want to squeeze him!? And listen to him sing EFY songs?!
Only on poopy days, I promise.
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Monday, April 5, 2010
Thursday, April 1, 2010
While there, a goose honked at him from the water. Tucker was immediately offended and rushed into the water and started swimming after it!The thing that makes this picture delightful to me is that Tucker does not like water. AT ALL. He will frequently howl in the bathtub and look at you as if to ask..."What did I do to deserve this?? Why do you HATE ME?!" Haha. Him and his little stinky beard.
Moral of the story: geese must be shown who's boss. Or maybe its that things we dislike seem less unsavory if we just focus on the ultimate goal. Or maybe its that small, bearded dogs who hate water hate geese more than said water.
Either way, I love this picture. He looks truly bedraggled.
Have a happy conference/Easter weekend, friends!
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
(Sidenote: Calee and I talked about the possiblity of blogging this, and I asked if I should be worried about people getting a complex about it. She said no but I should be worried about looking like a B. ....Hm. My mind didn't even go there. Don't judge, people. It's all in good fun. Fun = mocking your habits that you're unaware of. Didn't you know that?)
Oh my goodness. I wanted to post a funny video right here to show what I'm talking about, but it just proved my flipping point for me. I put "literally" into youtube hoping for a silly snl or madtv skit about the ridiculous overuse of the word - and there came up about a MILLION listings. How many of them used the word correctly? Not many.
Which brings me to my next point.
I CAN'T HANDLE WHEN PEOPLE SAY LITERALLY WHEN THEY OBVIOUSLY DON'T MEAN LITERALLY. I just really can't. It makes me twitch. I told Calee about it a month or so ago and she just rolled her eyes and told me I was elitest and that it doesn't happen that often. But now that she's aware of it?? We hear it all the time together and she laughs at me while I fall into convulsions on the floor because my brain can't take it anymore. Literally. (See what I'm saying? It's annoying right?)
Some recent ones I've heard -
On the news: We are literally moving heaven and earth down here to find out...
Oh really? Literally moving heaven and earth? Wow. That must be some pretty intense equipment down there.
In an email: She was literally on cloud 9 after...
I sent this one to Calee and her response was, "Maybe she was standing atop a Cloud9 shuttle after the lesson? Literally."
Oh, Calee. You are a B, too.
Calee in the car (this one was a joke but still annoying): I was literally dancing up a storm.
She then laughed and pictured herself dancing and a storm being created. However if you were literally dancing up a storm, you would be moving vertically while boogying into the storm's abyss. That is literally dancing up a storm.
I can't even give you more examples because I am getting so cranky right now thinking about it. I've decided I'm going to start saying "metaphorically" or "figuratively" all the time. Just so people realize there are other adverbs out there that can be used in a more appropriate manner. Or hey, maybe you just don't say an adverb? Weird.
I'm going to go eat some chocolate or something to help with my frustration.
P.s. Who honestly doesn't like chocolate? I owe somebody brownies and asked if I could make these divine chocolate cupcakes instead with my mom's mouth-watering frosting. The answer? "Eh. I don't really like chocolate. Only milky ways and three musketeers and brownies. I don't know, I guess when I'm craving something sweet I want like a really good orange or something."
... WOW, really??? I can't even process that statement. It's like the Brian Regan sketch where he's reading the pop tart label and it tells him to place it vertically into the toaster and his brain explodes from the difficulty of it. That's how I felt. There must have been some kind of brainwashing involved during childhood; it's the only explanation I can think of. It's a sick, sick world we live in, people. Go hug your chocolate.
Monday, March 22, 2010
Examples from lately?
I had a really heartbreaking conversation with someone really close to me last week. We looked at each other with tears and he put his hand on my cheek. I immediately felt understanding and kindness in the midst of a difficult situation.
At Nikki's house this weekend, I was jumping on the trampoline with the two sweetest little girls you will ever meet. Ryah bear got a little spooked at a particularly big jump, and her scared face was the cutest thing I've ever seen. In her moment of pure terror, she reached her hand out to me and I reached right back and saved her from falling on her face. She squeezed my hand hard and looked up at me to laugh once she realized everything was okay. I thought I would burst right then from how sweet and tender the little moment was.
I went to visit a friend at school and felt a little bit awkward since it was his element and not mine. I was surrounded by lots of strange faces and felt a little worried about what was going to happen. He reached down for my hand to lead me through the people, and I felt safe and secure and even a little silly for being so nervous.
Driving in the car tonight, there was a little silent moment that normally wouldn't be a big deal, but with my insecure and stressed brain right now everything gets blown out of proportion. I was starting to feel worried when he reached his hand across the seat and rubbed my knee for a minute. All of my stupid, misplaced worry went right out the window and I felt security and peace again.
See what I mean? It's cool. And it makes me think a lot about Jesus Christ and His pierced hands, and how they are the ultimate source of comfort and love.
I looked up "hands" on lds.org tonight and found this gem - it is so so fitting with my life right now. I love it.
The Lord Thy God Will Hold Thy Hand
The Savior's figurative and literal hands are where I need to place my trust. I have no reason to worry or stress, because ultimately He is in control. I have so many more experiences where I have felt total comfort, love, and protection from Him - just like those stories above. (Okay not just like. But you know what I'm saying.)
How grateful I am during stressful times like this to know that I am a part of a plan. A plan created by someone much more powerful and wise than myself - thank heavens. My plans definitely have not been the best ones so far. I know He is guiding me, slowly but surely, with His loving, broken, gentle hands.
I hope you read the article. It's a good one.
Friday, March 19, 2010
I don't really have anything to say other than that. Send me a nice text, will ya? I could use it.
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Mr. Roboto (Styx) <--I recommend putting this one on repeat. DDR.
Come Sail Away (Styx)
Walking on the Sun (Smashmouth) *Don't judge!*
Don't Stop Me Now (Queen)
Fat Bottomed Girls (Queen) <-- might want to close the office for this one. worth it.
Big Girl, You are Beautiful (Mika) <--while the office is closed.
Every Little Thing She Does is Magic (Police)
Billie Jean (MJ)
Can't Touch This (MC Hammer)
Paradise City (Guns N' Roses)
Holding Out for a Hero (Frou Frou)
Cold As Ice (Foreigner)
Friday I'm in Love (The Cure)
Hungy Like the Wolf (Duran Duran)
Add anything from your Sin Bandera collection and you're golden. Is this list cheesy? Yes. Is it completely appropriate for the office environment? It depends, I guess, on what industry you're in and who your co-workers are.
My co-worker just walked in on me doing the robot to Mr. Roboto. He told me Styx jumped the shark on that song. I told him I'd light him on fire if he ever bad mouthed Styx again.
Repeat is a beautiful thing.
P.S. I've got a secret that I've been hiding. It's under my skin.
Those of you who have dogs know that when you go to a dog park or dog beach or some other dog gathering (like there are a lot of them?), you make friends with really random people. Usually you know all of the dogs' names and none of the people's names. Like "Oh! Molly's mom told me the cutest story the other day..."
It's weird. And I'm one of those people.
Today was no different. I met another Tucker and his mom, and we had a good laugh over the dogs getting confused at who was being called when. Then a boy starts asking me about Tuck (who wouldn't? He is seriously so adorable) and starts telling me about his puppy. We get through all of the normal dog questions and to the point where we normally would just sit and laugh at how cute our pets are, when things took a turn for the worse.
"So, uh, do you go to school around here?"
Oh jeez. Good line. I'm actually here with that cute boy surfing out there and totally uninterested in talking with you about anything other than your dog. Oh wait, I'm still inside my head at this point. Guess I better answer your question.
"Nope, I'm actually done with school."
I enjoyed his look of disbelief for a short moment, because it still to this day makes me a little tingly inside that I'm done with my BA. That tingly feeling immediately vanished with his next comment.
"Wait...you're already done with high school?!"
"Uh. College, actually."
We stopped talking.
Yep. Really happened.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Very, very silly indeed.
p.s. The people at Google have an incredibly sneaky operating procedure in place for anyone looking to buy the Nexus One. It goes a little something like this: Make it virtually impossible for anyone to get it at the discounted rate, frustrate them with long hold waits, underinformed customer service representatives, and conflicting policies. With any luck, anyone trying to purchase it will just get irritated enough to purchase it at the retail rate! Weee!
Not me, though. I take frustration like a champ. BRING IT.
Well, kind of. I'll let you know on Friday.
Monday, March 15, 2010
Oh well, too bad.
Maybe just a little taste:
Yesterday I'm leaving church with Calee. As we're walking, we see Hot Girl run into Hot Boy's arms for a little parking lot rendezvous. Hot Boy happens to be the same boy I was out with the night before.
It was like a slow motion scene of awkwardness.
Cherry on top? He sees us, looking over her shoulder as she's clinging to him like a flippin wetsuit. A side-wave, and a half-hearted "hey guys" to the two of us completes the picture.
.... kill me.
Where do I sign up for a mission, again?
Friday, March 12, 2010
I would like to make a promise that I will do everything I can to achieve once more my sassy blogging status. Are you excited? Do you love it? Did you say, "Billy, I love you?" Movie trivia.
P.S. Last week the fam sat around having a nice little convo about whatever, and the conversation turned to perfumes. Nikki, apparently, wears the new Ed Hardy fragrance. (Go ahead. Judge. I know I did.) Sam asked me what I wear while I was busy stuffing my face with crackers and mustard and slices of ham (mmmmm!!!!!!!). Instead of swallowing and trying to speak like a normal person, I rushed to say "Viva la Juicy" with my mouth full. To my chagrin, however, "Viva la Juicy" is NOT what came out.
I informed everyone within hearing distance that I wear "Viva la Douchey"! Haha!! And when I rushed to correct myself and say it properly?? ...Yeah, I said it again, only the second time MUCH louder. I think I kind of screamed it, actually. Awesome. Just thought I'd share.
Have a good weekend :)
will be taking my camera phone pictures from now on
...well, starting next week...
I'll fill you all in as soon as I get my hands on my new Nexus One!! WOOO!!
loves - Calee
Monday, March 8, 2010
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Either way, I never get mail down here. Mainly because I didn't change my address and I'm sure there are a lot of annoyed girls living in my old apartment where all of my (and all of my ex-roommates') stuff shows up. Ha ha. It is a long tradition of no one who ever lived there changing their address when they move. We used to get stuff from people who had lived there as long as ten years before us.
It's part of the secret code. The girls living there now have my permission to not change their address when they move out in April. You're welcome, girls.
Because of this, I was very surprised when my dad threw two huge envelopes on my lap. I'm actually not sure if they qualify as envelopes or packages. Packvelopes of goodness.
The first was very exciting, and something I've been meaning to tell you guys but just haven't gotten around to. I think the Scarlet Fever had something to do with that.
Excuse the poor quality photo. My excitement made me shake a little bit and so it's fuzzy:
Ohhh what a silly day. I wonder what the mailman will bring tomorrow?