The game is afoot.

Devin informed me today (via e-mail) that he plans to claim the Brown Couch upon his return from Mexico. He says that he has spent the last two years honing his social skills and suppressing his wanting. He will suppress no longer. He believes that this will ensure him the Brown Couch.

He is mistaken.

I will triumph over him. I will be named conqueror. I will sit upon the throne that is the Brown Couch.

But so that you may voice your opinion I have created a poll. Please vote.

She loves you.

I made postcards.

Wonder of wonders.

I accidentally washed my "dry clean only" skirt today. It seems okay. So I guess that means I win.

Robb should be super proud of me, I have been doing my laundry on such a regular basis.

All is love.

"I have already loved you once today." -Melissa

She don't care what her momma says, no, she's gonna have my baby.

Sometimes I get rather bored and do things like take pictures of myself pretending to be pregnant. Well, technically I didn't take these. Meagan did. So this is probably only humorous to us. And just weird to everyone else.


Rest assured, I am not pregnant. Nor do I ever plan to be.

Oddly, I have been having dreams about babies. Not me having babies, but finding babies and then having to take care of them. Babies and llamas. I am still searching for the meaning.

I'm not afraid of the facts. I love facts.

My favorite boy Matty came for a petite visit this weekend. We had an absolutely marvelous time. Or at least I did.

How Matty and I became besties is still somewhat of a mystery to me, but there are a million reasons that we have stayed friends. Those reasons include, but are not limited to, the following:

-He always smells really good

-He loves to shop and buys things like "Avatar" tee shirts.

-He makes me laugh.

-He likes the music that I love and lets me make him mixes.

-He is the perfect pupil. He now makes postcards and friendship bracelets. And he even wears the bracelet that I made for him.

-He is a talented thrift-er.

-He gives me cat things. Is "Dancing with Cats" now my favorite book? Yes. Yes it is.

-He allows me to tell really long, incredibly pointless stories. As well as drill him with useless facts.

-He sometimes goes by the name "Matty-cat".

What's not to love?

Cowgirl king of the rodeo.

In August I went to a rodeo. I went to a rodeo and fell in love. And I wanted boots something awful. Cowgirl boots.

For my birthday my parents got me boots. Well actually they told me that I could look for the perfect boot and when I found it they would buy it.

I have found it.

Black, simple, not too tall, not too short.

Perfect. Let the good times roll, let the good times roll.