if i had a treehouse i would definitely be sitting in it right now.

norah.

nerd.

"Mr and Mrs Dursley, of number four Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much.”

happy christmas

places.

when i am a billionaire, i will buy all of my friends cars for christmas and i will go on lots of vacations. and these are the places i will go.

lunch.

i like lunch. here are some ways to make it better.

santa. :)

i left my chapstick in the bathroom. but i hear santa downstairs. and how rude of me to go get it when he thinks i am sleeping. so i must wait until he finishes his job, ya know. so what do i do while i wait? blog. please enjoy the following and previous blogs, all of which i dedicate to a fat old man who sees us while were sleeping and knows if we've been naughty or nice and breaks into our house through the chimney and leaves treats in our socks and eats our cookies. i mean, we wait all year for this. (its kinda creepy when you think about it.) so here's to you, santa claus!

i taught him everything he knows

http://www.viddler.com/thechive/videos/567/

woah

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holy cow. this kindof blew my mind. click on the link part of ^^ that.

my original fear of driving stemmed from an unfortunate ability to play mariokart

Stressin

I like to pull the covers over my head for extra warmth.  But I can't breathe under there.  I need a snorkel.  I think we might have one in the garage. But that's unsanitary.  Can you put snorkel's in the dishwasher? Maybe I will just use a straw.  But straws are too skinny.  At 7-11 they sell fat candy straws that you can drink slurpees with.  That would work.  But I would eat it. Yum.

happy thanksgiving.

Please tell me that I am not the only one who finds this ridiculously funny.

Babies

Babies is a funny word. Babies are funny people.

This one's me.

This one is me too.

OH, and this is me.

This one is Brooke.

And this one is me.

Ryan is the baby in the red hat.  Brooke is the one in the blue. (Ryan is asking Brooke if's she's been farming long.)

Oh this one is Ryan too.

And this one is Mallory.



OH, whoops.  I must have gotten this one out of the "babe" folder. not "baby". My bad.



And they said you couldn't buy hapiness.

broccoli.

My mom should write a book.  "One Million ways to Steam Broccoli."  I swear. There is nothing in this world that smells worse than steamed broccoli.  And on this so called diet of my mother's, she can eat like three things.  Broccolli, celery, and broccolli.  So guess what I get stuck eating. for every meal.  OH, you guessed it. broccolli.  That just sounds like it should be a bad word. And of course, as i was so subtly complaining about this current take-over of the dinner table, my dad went on one of those rants old people like to go on to make the younger, smarter, cooler, better looking generation feel guilty for things that are clearly not their fault.  For pete's sake, I wasn't even on the earth yet, but all it is still made certainly clear that my dad, did in fact, walk to school, uphill, both ways, in waist deep snow. (He really did once.  My grandma drove him to the bottom of the hill and dropped him off.  So he had to walk up a hill to school and home from school.  But that's beside the point.  Oh, and just fyi, I do not feel guilty about this whole uphill thing)  Ok, anyway, back to broccolli. So as I turn on my four year old instincts and refuse to eat my broccolli, my dad instinctly says, "When I was a kid, they didn't even have broccoli!"  Or something like that.  maybe it was more like, "I didn't see broccolli until I was 25 years old!"  I responded with something like "OH, you poor children!"  It's a good thing that I am the youngest child and not the oldest.  Because I think my parents have grown to appreciate my sense of humor?  Or not really.  They don't find it very humorous.  AS I walked away from the table, my mom screamed, "CAN I FINISH YOUR BROCCOLLI?! I HAVE TO EAT THREE LARGE HELPINGS A DAY!!" or something like that.  Oh goodness.  All I can smell is broccolli. I need a  personal candle.  Like you know how they have little head lights? they should have one as a candle.  Oh heck all this broccolli is seeping into my brain.

I realize that these pictures do not make any sense.  But neither does my life right now.

Brooke.

I have this friend.  Her name is Brooke. This is for her.

It makes me happy.