[The Brit's Blog]
My autobiography ( a work in progress)i've gotten all my prom stuph!
2007-03-28
this is my dress... that's obviously not me.
well... i was trying to find the necklace and earrings i got, but they aren't on the stores website. so stuipd. anyway. all of my jewelry is austrian crystals. the earrings are three strands the middle one being the longest. and my necklace.. it's got the strands as well. they go about 3" from the middle on both sides and the strands get shorter as they go.
i'm wearing my mother's tiara because we couldn't find one. oh i have a bracelet too. it's just plain. but it's beautiful. and i got my shoes the same day. they aren't anything special. just lacey flats. but they are what i wanted. yay. i'm so excited. !!!! i hope everything goes well.
"school was 68%WASTE OF MY TIME
2007-03-27
[x] got detention
[x] kissed someone in school
[x] gotten suspended
[x] made a friend
[x] cried in school
[x] wish you could take something back
[x] made new friends
[x] gone to a dance
[x] watched a school football game
[ ] watched a school baseball game
[ ] watched a school volleyball game
[ ] watched a school tennis match
[ ] watched a school softball game
[ ] watched a school basketball game
[x] stood up for someone being made
fun of
[x] argued with a teacher
[x] got kicked out of class
[x] got sent to the office for getting
in trouble
[x] got a 100% on a test
[x] walked to school
[ ] drove to school
[x] got dropped off at school
[x] heard a rumor about yourself
[x] missed school when you weren't
sick
[x] failed a test
[x] failed a class
[x] made up some lame excuse for
homework not being done
[x] the teacher believed your lame
excuse
[ ] crushed on a teacher
[ ] hit on a teacher
[x] hated//disliked a teacher
[ ] involved with a sport
[x] student council
[x] in a club
[ ] got a scholarship
[x] got an award
[x] fallen asleep in school
[x] had your phone go off in class
[x] had your phone taken away (wth =.=)
[x] lied to a teacher
[x] laughed so hard and you cried in
class
[ ] eaten lunch in the bathroom
[x] missed more than a week at once
of school
[x] Excited for summer
[x] taking summer school
Add up your total and times it by 2
then repost
saying:
"school was __%WASTE OF MY TIME
Hot for Teacher
2007-03-23
17 year old vaughn finds himself crushing on his lit teacher. so during class instead of doing his work, he draws dirty pistures and writes dirty things about her. he draws a graphic picture of her giving him oral and writes vulgar things about her. as ms. bella walks by she notices that vaughn isn't doing his work. instead, he's doodling. being the curious woman she is she asks to see his notebook. he refuses at first but then relinquishes the notebook. his face turns red and he looks down. when ms. bella realizes what the picture is of, she scolds vaughn and tells him he needs to stay after class.
what no one knows is that ms. bella secretly is really attracted to her student and has been for quite some time. as she sits at her desks she watches vaughn. looking away when he looks up from his work. like a schoolgirl. while she waits for the bell to ring dismissing school, she gives vaughn seductive looks. she caresses her brest where her shirt is open. she licks her fingers slowly to wet them to turn the pages of her gradebook. all the while she knows vaughn is watching her. the bell finally sounds and ms. bella dismisses the class and tells the students not to forget their homework that is due tomorrow.
vaughn stays in his desk looking down at his paper. ms. bella gets up and walks over to his desks. she pulls the chair from the desk next to him and sits down. she asks why he would draw something like that. he says he doesn't know. she tells him she's been looking over her grade book and he's missing some work. she suggests that maybe she should schedule a parent/teacher conference to discuss his behavior and missing work. he looks down. then ms. bella moves in closer and puts her hand on his knee and slowly runs it up to his crotch as she tells him he has another option. he could earn some extra credit. and she winks at him. she reaches up and lets her hair down. she unbuttons the top button of her shirt. the boy is aroused...
so this is a fantasy for most boys. last night it bacame a reality (sort of) for my fiance, chris. we had a lot of fun with it. it led to great, fun sex. and although i was kinda weird about it at first i'm glad i went along.
we've been doing a lot of role playing lately. i find very interesting. and tons 'o fun. i love it. and it's something that makes chris and i different from all of our friends. but i thought this was a very interesting one because i wanted to be a high school lit teacher for a long time. and chris did know that. anyways. maybe i'll post another blog today. ;P
Play Fighting
2007-03-22
Yesterday i talked to chris before i got out of school. i asked him if we could go to the mall just to look at prom dresses (so that this weekend i wouldn't have to spend all that time with my father looking) chris said it depended on my mood when he got home. whatever. so i went home took a shower and i was in a great mood. i met him at the door when he got home and give him bunches of kisses. and he sat down and i asked if we were gonna go to the mall. and he said no he was too tired. so i figured he was going to take a nap and maybe we could go later. he didn't. but he wanted to go out to eat. so he was too tired to go to the mall for an hour but we could go to a restaraunt for and hour and a half. w/e. we went home and watched a movie and while we were watching the movie, he started play slapping me. and i wasn't really in the mood for that. so after telling him to stop like 5 times, i grabbed his wrist and held them. so then he kicked me in the head... of course with no intent to harm. but i was really aggrevated with him and got mad. then he stopped for awhile. but then he started slapping me again. soooo aggrevation. and i started hitting back finally. and he didn't get them point when i started hitting hard. and i started punching his leg after i told him to stop again and he still continued. arg. so when i started punching him, he started punching me. not nearly as hard though. but what finally ended the whole thing, was he punched my leg hard enough to make me cry and i flipped out on him and just started hitting whatever part of him i could. but i only did that for about 20 seconds. and he felt so bad. which at first didn't bother me. but when we went to bed and he got up and went to the living room and slept on the couch, then it bothered me. and he didn't tell me goodnight or anything. and this morning i woke him up when i was about to leave for the bus stop, he just said bye. no i love you. no hug, just bye. not even i'll see you later. just bye. sometimes he makes me so incredibly angry. if i could see him right now i'd probably slap the shit out of him. he was so selfish all day yesterday. i asked what was going to have to be done for him to quit acting the way he was. he said he didn't know. whatever. i understand that he was upset that he hurt me. i know he's "punishing himself" we've been through this before. but i don't think he realizes what he's doing to me in the process. oh well. it will work itself out.
dress up
2007-03-21
well... for those concerned, i'm doing much better today. in fact...i'm back to normal.
I talked to my stepmother last night and my cousin is going back into the hospital because he was hit by and SUV while riding his 4-wheeler. i just found out about this last night. i love how i am so informed about my family. my father and the rest of them will be coming up here this weekend. they are giving money to go get my prom dress. prom is the 23rd and i still don't have a dress... so ridiculous. oh well. and chris doesn't have his tux. i may wind up not going. but i really want to go so i hope i do. there's not going to be that many occasions in my life when i'll be able to dress formal and i want to take advantage of every opportunity too. anyway. so this weekend i'm sure will be choatic and fun. well that's all!
My Secret Storm
2007-03-20
this is the first time i've cried this much about what my father did since i told my mother back in 6th grade. over 6 years ago. i was trying to go to sleep. the longer i laid there the more and more vunerable i felt. i don't know why. but feeling vunerable begins to hurt. emotionally, mentally, and physically. and i began to think " why? shy daddy?" and i felt the tears well up and i just... i don't like to cry. i do a good bit but i don't like to. so i tried to blink away the tears and drown the thought. but the question is so loud and so persistant. and the tears just couldn't help but fall. and as they fell my body began to shake and shudder. and i held my comfort(chris) tighter. i needed him to hold me. but he lay there in his dream world. it hurtsso bad. i turned away and curled up because i felt to vunerable. i covered my breasts and pulled my legs in tight. the tears not falling in drops but spilling over like a waterfall. "how could you? why daddy? why?" over and over. i wanted him to hold me while i sobbed but he slept on. i wanted to call my mother.. but it's midnight and she's 30 minutes away and i needed to be held. i felt a surge of anger and wanted to call the bastard and finally confront him. but his wife and children are sleeping and i don't want to wake them. but i need something. i lie there shaking, trying not to cry. thinking of how tumultuous the time was. how paranoid i was. i hated my body. i was always disgusted. now i know why. when i would go clothes shopping with my mother, mom wanted to come in the fitting room with me. i would argue with her because i didn't want her in there. it wasn't that i wanted independence. it was a combination of two things. hearing my step father calling my mother a fucking dyke every night ( when they thought i was asleep) while they fought. and two was because my father couldn't keep his filthy drunken hands of me when i stayed the night with him every other weekend. i remember thinking in a Wal-Mart fitting room"why are they so obsessed with my body" after arguing once again with my mother because she wanted to come in with me. i was 10 or 11 then. i was so torn up inside. not only did i have to deal with adjusting to my everchanging body, but i that running through my head th whole time. no wonder i have a poor self- image and i'm 40 lbs overweight.
now i don't know what to do. my chest feels so tight and all i have are these thoughts doing laps around my head tripping over one another. the tears are all damned up again. but for how long before there is another flood.? it's past 1 am and i woke up @ 6 am yesterday. i have to be on the bus to school in about 5 hrs. and i don't know if i'll get any sleep. and i need him to hold me and he's still far away i his dreamland.
I'm engaged!!!
2007-03-19
well... saturday started off really rocky for chris and i. he had to work so i slept in really late. when he got home i was watching a movie on the couch and he came and sat down beside me and everything was normal and great. then we started bickering over something really stupid. then he started being real mean to me.. so i went back in my room to think.. i went back to the living room and asked him what the deal was.. he said i was being really bitchy so he was getting me back... that pissed me off. because it was so childish. and i told him i wasn't being bitchy and that he had yet to see bitchy. well we had to clean out the truck at his grandparents house( he's selling it) and since he was mad at me he wanted me to stay home. but i wasn't about to stay home alone for the rest of the day. so we got to his grandparents and his parents were there. he apparently told his mother that i was being a bitch because she didn't want to be around me when i finally went inside and she kept giving me dirty looks. but chris decided he wanted me around so i did go inside with everybody. and his grandmother heated some food up for us. his brother was being a total goof and it improved both of our moods. so then we had to leave because my mother's bridal shower was at six. on the way there i told chris i thought we were in too deep... that we needed a restart button. he reminded me that i would soon be moving in with mimi and that we wouldn't see each other as much. he said that would be our restart button. when we got to the church, when i went to get out chris asked me if i remembered telling him when we had first started dating that he could propose without a ring. i did and asked him why...i knew why. and he said that he was just curious. riiight. anyway.. so he stayed at the church and played 9-ball with my little brother. and when he came and ate with us he told me we were going to go to the riverwalk afterward. and that he wanted to go get the guitar while i was with the ladies. so i asked if before we went i could change into something warmer. and he agreed. so while my mother was opening her gifts i whispered to her that i thought chris was going to propose that night. she seemed real excited. i told her not to tell anyone though... she did.. oh well. so when we pulled in the driveway at the house chris said" now when you come back down those stairs...i want you to look......DAMN" i told him i thought i might be able to do that but he had to stay in the car. so i wore a very, very sexy outfit and did my makeup just right... i even wore heels... i never wear heels. i asked him when i got back in the car it i looked "damn"...he said i surpassed "damn" and went to "oh damn." so then we went to the riverwalk and i was so happy. and it really felt like we had just started dating. it was wonderful. and although the weather was a bit cool... it was beautiful. and we walked down to one of the prettiest spots and sat there for a minute. then he told me how much he loved me and how he wanted to spend the rest of his life with me and he got down on one knee and asked me to marry him... he doesn't have a ring yet so he used the ring he had already given me like 8 months ago... but i'm so increadibly happy!!! wish me luck :)
The "M" Word
2007-03-16
I could've died because of you
How much it hurt you never knew
But I was quiet and endured the pain
Now my world doen't look the same
How could you kill your own flesh and blood
I don't think you realize how deep you cut
Over and over, I don't know how many times
So easy to lose count when I close my mind
What was I supposed to do ( My Protector)
I had always adored you
I never dreamed of the betrayal
That you could kill your little girl
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I didn't understand then... I don't understand now... I'm pretty sure I never will. I used to be such a Daddy's girl... but how can I look up to someone who hurt me and betrayed me so horribly...and then when confronted just denies....
After ( a short story)
2007-03-14
I loved him... I really did. He told me he loved me too. It wasn't supposed to be this way. I never meant for this to happen. I still love him. I really do. But he needed to be punished for what he had done to me. He was a wonderful person. He really was. He just made a dreadful mistake. And everyone has to pay for their sins. That's all this was. The settling of a debt. I really did love him. But he lied to me. So he paid. I put him to rest. He can no longer lie. To me or anyone else. Oh, how much I really do love him. And I'll miss him tremendously. Yes, I put him to rest.
I came to him cloaked in night. I knocked gently on his window. As though I had a little schoolgirl crush. I quietly tapped on his bedroom window, as not to wake his sleeping mother and father. They need not be punished. They did nothing wrong. They shouldn't be made to watch. Then, he, not knowing my intentions, came to the window. When he saw it was I standing there, he quietly opened his window. He asked me what was wrong. I had never come to his window at midnight. I told him I just needed to see him. I climbed through the window into his room. It was dark. But I knew his room well. Many times I had been in his room. How many good memories in that room. All the wonderful times we had. Too bad he screwed up. It was so good, what we had. But he lied. He had to recompense with his life. Yes, I murdered the fool. Had he never lied to me, I wouldn't have had to. There is a consequence for everything. I still don't understand why he lied to me. All I ever did was give him all of my heart and devote all my time to him. And he betrayed me. That was why I sat there on his bed in the dark. That's why I was carrying a knife, unbeknown to him. He sat down beside me and rubbed his eyes. He looked at me, questioning why I was here. I leaned over and gave him a hug. I held him close. So close I couldn't find where I ended and he began. I love him still so much. I looked into his eyes. A beautiful mixture of green, brown and gold swirled around his pupil. I told him how much I loved him. How much he really meant to me. Then I told him how much I was hurt by his lies. He denied ever lying to me. He said that he loved me. That he would never lie to me. But I know he lied to me. I question whether he ever loved me. If maybe everything he ever said was a lie. As I was looking in those eyes, I could see all the dishonesty held within. I held him at arm length and told him I was sorry. He looked at me puzzled, "Sorry for what?"
"Sorry I have to do this" I answered him. Withdrawing the knife that was in my pants pocket. The look upon his face was one of horror and confusion.
"D-do what?" he stammered when he saw the knife in my hand.
"Everyone must pay for their sins," I told him. I held the point of the knife to his chest above his heart. I traced words across his chest. I traced "love" and "trust" and "revenge". I traced "hate" and "pain". The look of terror on his face was so satisfying.
"W-what are you t-talking about?" his fear showing in his voice.
"I'm talking about the deception uttered from your mouth."
"I never lied to you."
"Yes you did. I found you out. I know your sins. And now is the time for you to pay for them." I gently pushed the point of the knife into his chest and he began to whimper.
"Please don't do this. I love you. I'll never lie to you again. I'm so sorry. Please...forgive me...I love you...I really do...Babe?"
"It will all be okay soon. I promise." I drew the blade down his chest watching the blood pour from the wound I had created. I lifted the knife and repeated this all the way across his chest. Then I leaned toward him and whispered in his ear "go stand in front of the mirror."
He slowly got up and went to the full-length mirror hanging on his door. He saw carved in his chest, "LIAR", and blood pouring from the cuts. I could feel him shaking with fear against me. I was holding the blade to his neck. I pressed it into his skin when he winced and tried to look away. I wanted him to see what he was to me. A liar. A traitor. Someone who was selfish. Someone who would sacrifice the feelings of another for their own convenience. This was all that he had become to me. This was why I had grown to hate him so much. Because he was self-centered.
I wish I hadn't caught him in this lie, then I would not have had to kill him. But, he lied and had to be punished for this sin. As I held the blade to his throat I whispered in his ear everything I had never said but always wanted to. "I love you so much. I want you there all the time. Sometimes, when I'm all alone, I have to look over my shoulder to see if you're there. And every time I look over my shoulder and you aren't there, I want to cry because I miss you. Every time I hear there is a wreck or some other fatal disaster I have to call to make sure you are okay. I don't know what I would do without you in my life. Everything would seem so empty and hollow. Absolutely meaningless without you here. The day I met you was one of the greatest moments of my pathetic life. I always thought you were my prince charming. You were my superman. The man in the moon who would rescue me... my non-existent hero. The one I've searched for my whole life. I love with a love unknown to most. And no matter how hard you look, I can guarantee you will never find another human being who will love you as completely and as deeply as I have." These were the things I was always too scared to say. But now I knew he would take in and consider every one of my words. A wave of emotions swept over me. A mixture of closure, relief, release, and even a little sorrow. For now that I had told him these things that were the hardest for me to say, there wasn't much left for me to do. I turned him around and kissed him sweetly. The last warm kiss from me to him. He gave in. indulging in guilty pleasure. For he was kissing me, his soon to be murderer. This was a Judas kiss if there ever was one. I say this because while we were still kissing (what a fatal kiss) I took the knife and stabbed him in the back. He had stabbed me in the back, I was just returning the favor. He pulled back after the first injury and questioned me with his eyes. He could not run because he was in total shock. He just stood there stunned with pain and horror. I embraced him and stabbed him twice more. Three times I stabbed him in the back. Three is the number that represents completeness. I shoved him against the mirror hard enough to crack it. But only a crack. I was still for a moment listening for his parents. I heard no sound so I went back to work. He was doubled over on the floor against the door. I looked at him and sneered. I told him if he had never lied we'd all still be happy and none of this would happen. But he lied and everything must happen. Seeing him there so weak gave me a tremendous rush. I felt the adrenaline coursing through my veins. He looked up at me, his face filled with agony. I knelt down and caressed his face. "I still do love you, " I told him. Then I drove the knife into his heart. He coughed and choked out a few last words. I heard him ask "why?". I answered with only a smile. I heard him say, "I love you," and felt a short, horrible wave of sadness. Sadness for all the great times we had. The whole last summer was so wonderful. Going to the movies and to church. Going up to the lake and going out on the boat. All the fun stuff we did. And now all those things are just memories. There will never be another chance to have all that again. Sadness for all that was lost. Sadness because I would never hear those words from him again. But this wave of sadness was extremely brief and I was once again wallowing in my hatred. Once again I was feeling all the adrenaline running through my veins. I watched him inhale a straggled breath and exhale his last. A satisfaction was manifested somewhere deep within. I looked down and saw him laying there his head lopped to the side, his eyes glassy and his cheeks stained with tears. I felt the knife in my hand and I could smell his blood in the air. I saw his body lying there and suddenly I wanted him back. Remorse flooded my thoughts. I dropped to my knees and took his clammy hand in mine. If someone had walked in at that moment they would have thought I were clinging to it for dear life. I looked at his face. Completely relaxed in an eternal sleep. I looked into his eyes. His beautiful eyes. His eyes that in those last moments held so much confusion and dread. His eyes that were now glazed over with death. I kissed his lips gently. I felt no breathe and realized what I had done exactly. I had stolen away his life over a stupid mistake. I suddenly missed the dishonest fool. I killed someone I loved. I laid my head on his chest in a desperate attempt to find a life-sustaining heartbeat. But that was something I could not find. If someone had stumbled upon us, they would have discovered an odd scene. Here was this seemingly normal girl holding the hand of her dead boyfriend who had been stabbed to death. She was laying her head on his bloodied chest and had a couple of tears sliding down her face. They would have seen a knife in her hand covered on blood. They would have been horrorstruck.
I cried that life-altering night. I felt his body grow cold, yet I still clung to the hope that somehow he was still alive. That next morning his mother came to wake him up for church. She opened the door and discovered the horrific scene. She screamed. It was a very surreal moment. His mother looking at me screaming hysterically. His father rushed to her side and ran to get the phone and call the police. I just laid there, my head on his bloodied silent chest, holding his cold hand, and trembled. I was arrested. Everything has been a blur since then. Even now everything is a blur. The only clear thing to me is the fact that I loved a liar with all of my heart and soul.
My Mistake
2007-03-14
My flesh burns and stings
As my razor slides across my skin
I wasn't supposed to be this
I've died more with each new kiss
Slowly I've formed this habit
Of bad taste and lies
Monday, February 27, 2006
I wrote this when after a year of not cutting, i cut again...it was a year to the day and the timing was a complete coincidence. i had been going through a lot of trouble with my ex and all the other boys that suddenly decided to give me attention but wound up giving me nothing but emptiness, lonliness, and scars. but as of february 26, 2007 it's been one year since i cut and i realized that day (this year)... it's been a very steep uphill battle getting over a 9 year depression... especially since i was depressed since i was 8. but i think i've pretty much conquered it. yay for me!!!!
With My Hands (A poem)
2007-03-14
I want to tear this house apart
Until there's nothing left to break
I want to wrap my hands around your throat
So you can feel my hate
So now can you see?
Destroyed are the things I cherished most
Don't run and hide from me and this
Because this is the life you chose
Feel how much I love to hate you?
Because of all the shit I've been through
It's become a game and nothing more
To nothing but a sorry whore.
Drunk
2007-03-13
Friday night Chris said something to me about his friend he works with, Darren, wanted us to come up to the lake with him this weekend. well then Chris found out he had to work Saturday, so I assumed that meant we weren't going. So I just had a lazy day and I almost decided to not even get dressed. But thankfully I did because Chris came in the door around 4:30 and said that Darren and his g/f were sitting in the driveway and Jeina had to use the bathroom. now we've both been really lazy about cleaning the past week so the house was a wreck. and the bathroom was trashed... ugh. so i quickly went and picked all the clothes in the bathroom and emptied the wastebasket. i went back into the bedroom and called Chris to come back there. I told him he drives me absolutely crazy because he springs stuph like that on me at the worst times. but it all worked out fine. we went to the same campground chris and i went to last time. only this time the ranger was a total dick to us. he got copies of chris and darren's driver's licenses. he also asked if we had anything in our cooler... yeah drinks and food that needed to be kept cold. we did have smirnoff but he had no reason to suspect... so we got to the campground and darren's uncle called and asked if we wanted to come stay over at his campground on the other side of the lake. so we left the other campgroud and went there. we had a lot of fun.. it was only like the 4th time I've drank and the other three times sucked... the first time i threw up like 15 min after getting a buzz. and the 2cd time i got a little tipsy but it only lasted a very short time and the 3rd time it didn't really do anything, even though i drank 5 jack daniel's lemonades. oh well. anyway. so i drank 4 smirnoffs had a shot of taquila and drank two cups of a mix of taquila and fruit punch. everyone else mostly drank beer, but i won't. i think beer is disgusting. a taste i definitly have not acquired and most likely will not. so anyway... i was pretty sure i was going to have a hangover... but much to my delight i didn't. everyone was surprised. considering how much i drank that night and how little i drink, they assumed i'd be hungover....yay for me i wasn't. so anyway... i had alot of fun this weekend needless to say. : )
My Mother
2007-03-09
well, yesterday when i went home i fell asleep on the couch in the living room. my mother decided to come over to get something, and when she walked in the door, and it startled me from my sleep. she didn't say hello. no she started yelling at me telling me that the house needed to be cleaned up. the house is kind of messy and all but she has no room to talk because before they all moved out and chris moved in, that house was always trashed. it's been cleaner since they moved out than ever when they still lived there. So I've actually been doing a pretty good job. but everyone has lazy days. anyway. so then she leaves doesn't say goodbye... just walks out and leaves the door open. (wastes our electricity) so i was kinda ticked off from all this. but then chris came home and i was in a better mood. it was nice outside so i suggested we go walking. we did and it was really nice. then when we got back to the house we realized we were out of drinks so we went to the store. when we went to the store i called my mom and asked about something. the conversation went well until she said that she loved me and bye and then reminded me that i needed to clean up the house. so i got smart and said it bothered me when she constantly said that and besides i'm not an idiot i know the house needs to be cleaned. and then she got pissy and said that if i was going to catch an attitude with her about it this living arrangement would come to an end. i know she wouldn't do that because my boyfriend paid the rent for the past two months for her and it would be really wrong. but after she said that i just said that i was at the store and i needed to get off the phone and immeadiatly hung up. my mother just makes me feel so defensive. and i love my mom but....i hate her at the same time. she drives me stark raving mad!!!Mimi's house
2007-03-08
Well, yesterday I left school early. My grandmother,Mimi, picked me up and i went to her house for awhile. She sat me down and said "I'm 67, and I have to face reality, I'm not going to last forever. Now when I go I want to know that my things will go to someone who will care about them and take care of them. So I want you to make a list of about 10 to 12 things that you would really like to have." So I started making a list. I put that I wanted her collection of National Geographic. It's was her fathers. And I said that I wanted her house. It's a large farmhouse with 6 big rooms. kitchen and the other five rooms could be whatever. so yeah. I also said I would like to have an antique quilt, her sewing machine, her game table, and a cedar chest. but althugh Mimi is 67 she functions more like 57 and i'm pretty sure that she will be a great grandma before her time comes.
Camping
2007-03-08
well last friday was 10 months for me and chris and to celebrate we decided to go camping. it was the first time he and i had ever gone and we had a lot of fun. we had a really good campfire and i roasted hot dogs for the first time. i found out that chris has never had a smore and he refused to eat one. loser. anyway... well the weather was chilly and really windy because we were right on the lake. .... but the whole thing was really great.Mud Bogging
2007-03-02
well, because of websense i couldn't post blogs on myspace...so i've been looking for something else... i found it. yay!!anyway, so yesterday Chris, my boyfriend, and I went mud bogging. It was the first time I've ever been mud bogging. It was really fun. Unfortunatley it was raining still and the wind sheild wipers on the truck don't work. We're finding out there's alot to be desired of this truck. it's an '86 Toyota with 33" mud tires. It is 4-wheel drive, so that's good. definitely a mud truck. Anyway... well I have classwork I need to get done, so I'll finish here.
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