I never really decide what I'm going to write before I open up blogger.
Once that nice, white empty space is in front of me, I just write whatever comes.
But today, there's nothing. Maybe it's all that water I got in my brain [ears] swimming at 4th of July BBQs yesterday.
So instead of writing a painfully boring post, for both you and I, I will leave you a few thoughts and a few pictures. Nope, still not tired of our wedding photos. If you behave well you might see some honeymoon pictures.
My plan and what happens aren't the same things. I had my plan perfectly lined up for graduation. I was supposed to be done with school forever in 10 months. Instead, thanks to meningitis, I have 17.
Boo. Hiss. Splat.
[that last one was a tomato being thrown right at Meningitis' shnoz].
Did you guys know that I have an awesome friend [yeah we go way back] who has a craft blog? You didn't? Then you probably don't know that she's doing a bomb giveaway!
Check out her blog here.
Also make sure you take a look at all the other things she's done. There's a dang cute pillow cover, refinished furniture, and picture frames. You will like it. Pinky promise.
First honeymoon picture say WHAT! Apparently I believe in packing really ugly clothes and not caring what I look like on vacation. I say apparently like I didn't already know that but I totally did. I only wore make up once. I only wore a semi-cute outfit once. You know what they say, good things in small doses.
Car dancing on our way to Hana!
And in a semi-related note, after my 3 year absence, my toes have once again hit the dancefloor! Today was my first day back in dance. Mordern Jazz saywhat! It's awesome and I love it and I'm so happy I just want to squeeze a teddy bear and write Santa a letter! I can't say how good it feels to be back. And terrible. Holy cow I forgot what hard work it is! Halfway through our warm up/workout the boy next to me [yes, a boy] leans over and says something about how he just died. I forget how I can't feel my legs and think I just died and went to heaven. It was gross though. There was not a undrenched spot on his obvious gray shirt by the end.
Now I just want to say how grateful I am to live in the country of opprotunity. You can be anything you want to here. I love it. I appreciate all who fought and are still fighting for our freedom. It's hard for me to voice my gratitude but trust me, it's there. There really isn't anything like it. Plus, I like living somewhere where you can buy Greek, Mexican, Itallian, American, and Thai all on the same block. I like my food, okay?
this is a good song.
Have a good one guys.
p.s. thanks for still reading my blog despite my ruhdikyolos spelling errors, grammer mistakeses and scatterbrained[SQUIRREL!]-ness. You guys are off the heezey.