Hmmm...

You may have noticed that I am doing some rearranging with my blog. I think I like this layout the best. Simple. Boring maybe... but simple.
So there

*screaming*

Okay. So imagine me screaming right now. Not a scared scream, not a crying scream, a scream that would be produced from a little girl whose balloon just drifted out of her reach.
That scream.

I think there should be some kind of citizen's arrest for interrupters. Annnnd saying words that are grammatically nonexistent and dumb. (Boughten; a lame excuse for bought or purchased isn't a word) Don't interrupt my really cool story. I'll scream at you.

Cardigan/casual jacket season is here! Yippeeee.

-7 awesomeness for being in bed by 9PM on a SATURDAAY night. Boo.

Mall kiosk employee trying to selling me your Dead Sea Secrets (Yeah, I'm going there) On the off chance you get me to talk to you while I'm pretending I don't see you while having a pretend conversation on my cellular with myself consisting of "No, seriously?" and actually saying the phrase, "Blah blah blah..." we've had this conversation before and NO I don't want your lotion and I don't think it makes my skin glow. I would scream at you but people don't like screamers. It scares them.

I'll come back when I am more positive.

Hairs

I wish my hair could go between these two lengths whenever I wanted.
I miss being able to toss my hair into a ponytail.
Buuut I do love my short hair.
Thanks for reading.

Lotsa pictures

ALLIE AND FRIENDS PICTURES

I took pictures of my cousin Allie and her friends today. Check it out!

Veins

New blog post at my other blog!!
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Earrings, a ring and some words

The first picture-
Black jewel and pearl earrings
FOR GEMMA

The second and third picture-
Three pearl ring.
Size six.

I made other earrings but never took pictures of them. Thus not making it onto my bloggie.

I was deeply thinking yesterday night. (Dangerous pastime, I know.) It was a Friday and I realized that for once in a long time my Friday night wasn't filled to the brim with parties and text messages and carelessness that the weekend used to fill me up with. Why? What am I doing wrong? Is that even wrong? Do friends just not want to hang out with me anymore? Am I boring? Is it because I'm married? Do I smell bad? I think a whole mixture of reason would explain why my weekends are so boring but for now I can tell you that I sure don't smell bad. I checked. New perfume.
I remember when the long weeks would suffocate me into some kind of weird coma and the breath of Friday morning would jolt me back to life for the long awaited weekend. Now all my days blur into one. No weekends, no "I hate Mondays". Just days.

Things I want to do: (Things that will maybe revive my weekends)

• Volunteer at a hospital. I want to be one of the people who hold the newborns. No I'm not baby-hungry. I just like holding cute things.
  
• Sing. I miss singing.
  
• Choreograph dances.
• Teach/ coach swim agian.
• Have some kind of "status". Like how high school kids have a status. ("jock", "cheerleader", "swimmer", "geek")
• Make a fantastic pasta dish.
• Get back in the habit of going to the gym.