WICKED!

WOOT!

Is all I have to say...

This Is Your Birthday Song...

NATE!

this is my bro Nater

he is really greater

he has never been a traitor

or eaten by an alligator



so on this day of his birth

I want to tell the whole earth

that he is of much worth

and he makes me full of mirth



Love you Nate! Have a super-de-duper-de-day!

Run With Me!

Come run with me! It will be a way fun time!

(And lets be honest, I probably will not be running. Walking is lovely as well.)

My dearest mommy is a 14 year breast cancer survivor, and she is awesome so you should come have a run (or a walk) with us!

Join Catherine's Crew here and help us raise some money to find a cure!

YAY!

3:00 a.m. Spider Fights

I drank a lot of water last night before I headed off to bed and the result of that was a 3:00 a.m. trip to the potty. I don't know about anyone else, but when I am up at 3:00 a.m. I am generally not the most coherent person on the planet. Tragic.

I was doing my business when one of these

caught my eye scurrying under the door to the bathroom.

STRAIGHT. AT. ME.

The sucker didn't even hesitate as it hurried directly toward my perfectly polished pink toes. (What a great alliteration. I know!)

I wigged. I couldn't even move for a second until I realized that if I didn't, I was going to have a nasty-asty bite from a sick spider.

I fumbled with the toilet paper roll and just as Mr. Spider reached my toes, and got him. Ew. I almost died.

Needless to say I had a hard time going back to sleep.

How was your night?

One Of These Things Is Not Like The Other

It is all rainy and tragic outside today so I decided I would forego a pair of cute flats I don't wear socks with and put on my precious little tennis shoes. With tennis shoes though you have to have socks. I got into my sock draw and pulled out 11 black socks before I found a match!

ELEVEN!

Who even owns that many pairs of black socks? I do. But obviously I don't own matches.

What a waste of tragic time.

P.S. If any of these socks look like they might belong to you, or even match any of your socks, let me know. I'd be more than happy to hand them over. :)

Poppy!

This is my daddy.

(Pictured here with my sis Lauren.)

He is a pretty wicked specimen. We call him lots of things but his name is really Ray. His full name is really C. Ray and today Lauren's roommate Jessica and I were talking to him about his name. I was telling Jessica that sometimes he gets mail that says Ray C. instead of C. Ray.

He then said,"Yep. Either I'm Sea Ray, the boat, or Ray-cey a man of questionable morals."

LOL!

He is the funniest man I have ever met. I heart him. Lots.