Saturday, May 11, 2013

 Today I am missing Natalie Q. Harrison* very ridiculously much.  Well actually I miss her everyday but today I have time to blog about it.  I also miss her children. And Russ too, I suppose. (He vetoed my ranch to the garage fridge, so there is a little tension here)  You see, they moved to the far off land of Omaha, Nebraska 4 months ago and became Cornhuskers.  Whatever that is.  And now I have not even seen the happy people since!  They were like my favorite people.  Below you will see some pictures of those lovely guys.

Aren't we just charming. 



 These people were my absolute favorite for lots of reasons.  I babysat Aiden and Bailey for 6 years, which is like basically my whole life almost.  They always made me smile.  Or fall off the couch laughing from their crazy stories.  I haven't eaten one single ramen noodle since they moved.  And I haven't seen a single fridge with more than twelve eggs in it since either.  Which doesn't sound like it would be sad, but it is.

This video was my favorite part of my birthday.  It made me cry, which sounds so dumb.  But it did.  I watch it whenever I have a bad day.  I'm pretty sure that if there was a club for the coolest kids alive, Aiden and Bailey would be the only ones in it.  I hope I can be as cool as them some day.  I also hope I can fold a fitted sheet as good as their mom.
Speaking of whom, (is that a phrase?) Sister Harrison is like my hero.  She is like super mom.  Not only does she take care of the two awesomest kid on the planet, she has the most organized kitchen in the world (because let's be honest, the ladels and the spatulas must be seperated in the drawer. you think I'm kidding but I'm dead serious), and she also manages to eat like 9 egg whites and one whole egg a day.  (Please excuse my run on sentences.  They make no sense whatsoever.  Also, I do not know the exact egg diet, but it is something like that.)  Anyway. I miss her dearly like a lot.

*DISCLAIMER: I do not actually know the middle name of Natalie Harrison, so I made one up.

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

i am singing at the top of my lungs  (not a pleasant sound)  and i still can't hear myself over "oh holy night."  i just don't know how to react to this.
oh my heck. she just turned on her christmas playlist. time for me to invest in some earmuffs.
me and adri are roomies now! she officially lives inside my very house.  in fact and more specifically her door is exactly right next to mine.  which is great! except one thing.  her laptop is louder than mine.  so she always wins the music war.  no matter how loud i play my music her's is always louder.  which is most unfortunate because she listens to country.  i don't know how many more renditions i can take of "red solo cup."  also, at this current moment, both of our doors are wide open.  my eardrums are going to explode and i can still hear rednecks singing about drinking beer in lawn chairs.  i am trying to close my door with my mind.  it's not working out so well.       i really don't hate country music as much as i am making it sound.  i have a new appreciation for how many different ways there are to say beer.

Monday, September 10, 2012

So hello friends. Friend chicken and fried chicken are exactly the same, except one is just missing an n. so.delusional.right.now. #ihateitwhenpeoplehaveentireconversationswiththishashtagmumbojumboandyouhavetosittherefortwentyminutestryingtofigureoutwhattheyaresayingandninetyeightpointtwopercentofthetimeitisentirelypointless
if you really sat there and read that whole thing we are really good friends. i need more sleep. Adios muchachos.


Whoever says that they cannot listen to the same song over and over and over again for every living day they spend in existence has clearly never seen this video. 

I know you guys already know all about these people but I mostly just don't want to go to youtube every time i want to watch this. 
:)

Wednesday, March 7, 2012

That completely dreadful moment when you are eating a lovely chicken dinner and you start identifying all the muscles you are eating.  and you think, "i have to get out of this anatomy class."

Sunday, February 19, 2012

President's Day.

Hello friends of the blog world. I realize there are approximately two of you.  I just wanted to say how much I appreciate the Presidents of the United States from the past and the future.  (Notice I left out present.)  Because of you qualified, (or not so qualified) people over the age of 35 who get special books in the library of Congress, I do not have to go to school tomorrow.  Which means I am free to procrastinate my homework a little more.  Woohoo! Go Mitt 2012. Someday I am going to be the President. and then the whole world would be happy.  And by happy I mean utter chaos.  But everyone would eat good food all the time and no one would be required to eat steamed broccoli.  Which is basically the same thing as happiness.  Also there would be no homework on the weekends and middle school students would be allowed to carry backpacks.  the art of essay writing would be done away with and you would be able to eat as much ice cream as you wanted without getting fat.  everyone would be required to watch ellen everydayy and watch miss bybee dance her heart out and laugh.  there would be world peace. harry potter marathons would be a requirement, and everyone would have to frollick everywhere they would go. the end.

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

i just really like pie and pizza and ice cream and arbys and mcdonalds and mini tacos and chocolate milk.

Sunday, February 5, 2012

courage doesnt always roar. sometimes, courage is the little voice at the end of the day saying, "i will try again tomorrow."
-Mary Anne Radmacher

Wednesday, February 1, 2012