How could I let a single phone call make me feel like the new awkward weird kid on the first day of high school in a new town all over again?
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Friday, August 15, 2008
Taylor, Dentists, moving home, Mt Baldy, new shoes and other things that wont fit in this title because it is already WAAAAAAAAAY too long.
Hello my lovlies. It's been so long, and it does not shame me to admit that I have missed you more than words or even song can express.
To begin this blog post of epic proportions, I would just like to mention for your reading pleasure that I have recently moved home. You know, back to my parents house. I can justify this by telling you that I am currently living in their basement, and I have my own T.V. complete with satellite which is in my name AND I pay for it, which makes it ok that I am 26 and live in my parents basement. Ask anyone. Ok, only ask my 40 year old cousin that still lives with his Mom and she still makes his bed. He'll tell you it's ok.
Actually, I don't have a 40 year old cousin that still lives with his Mom. That's me desperately grasping at straws to make myself feel better about me and my Moms basement. My justifications are out of control, and as someone religious (and self righteous I might add) once said, "YOU CAN JUSTIFY YOURSELF STRAIGHT TO HELL!". I say, whatever gets you through the night eh? Heh heh *wink wink, elbow nudge elbow nudge*. I'll quit now, and move on.
So, for your viewing pleasure, I have put together a slide of some pictures I've taken recently. Mostly just stuff around here and a few hikes I've been on since I moved home. I also threw in a random shoe picture, because they are new and cute and I love shoes.
Much love!
~B
To begin this blog post of epic proportions, I would just like to mention for your reading pleasure that I have recently moved home. You know, back to my parents house. I can justify this by telling you that I am currently living in their basement, and I have my own T.V. complete with satellite which is in my name AND I pay for it, which makes it ok that I am 26 and live in my parents basement. Ask anyone. Ok, only ask my 40 year old cousin that still lives with his Mom and she still makes his bed. He'll tell you it's ok.
Actually, I don't have a 40 year old cousin that still lives with his Mom. That's me desperately grasping at straws to make myself feel better about me and my Moms basement. My justifications are out of control, and as someone religious (and self righteous I might add) once said, "YOU CAN JUSTIFY YOURSELF STRAIGHT TO HELL!". I say, whatever gets you through the night eh? Heh heh *wink wink, elbow nudge elbow nudge*. I'll quit now, and move on.
So, for your viewing pleasure, I have put together a slide of some pictures I've taken recently. Mostly just stuff around here and a few hikes I've been on since I moved home. I also threw in a random shoe picture, because they are new and cute and I love shoes.
Much love!
~B
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