COLORADO!
Who would drive a sixteen-hour road trip just to be with her sister for a weekend? I would. Because I am a nice sister and I am just that fun and I love road trips that much. And I needed an excuse to buy this cute blue dress, and what better excuse than a wedding reception?

This is possibly my favorite picture of Poodle, partly because it's a classic Poodle pose and face, and partly because this is what she wore to go BACKPACKING.

Isn't this gorgeous? Seriously, it's something you would see on a postcard. BEAUTIFUL. And Poodle just had to include me putting my hair up.

Another gorgeous picture. My first backpacking trip, and it was fabulous.

10 things I will miss about Ashley

1. Having someone who loves to jump on me and to be jumped on
2. Singing monster ballads, Bon Jovi, and Roger Creager
3. Not being able to find my clothes in the morning (wait, that's a lie!)
4. The notes she writes to me on our etch-a-sketch
5. Tucking her in
6. Telling her about all the awkward/embarrassing moments of my life and thinking they were worth the trouble just because she is so entertained by them
7. Having her scare away boys, friends, and aquaintances because anyone too weak to handle our family isn't worth my time
8. Being asked who is older
9. Being bossed around
10. Salsa dancing

I am so sad!

This blog makeover is dedicated to Mom the Bomb.

The tiles on my blog title are the same ones which I used on the table I built a year ago. When I was showing these tiles to mom, this is what she said about them:

"oh, look, they have a uterus."

Apparently the white designs between the tiles look just like a uterus and the fallopian tubes. You rock, mom.

If I (by some miracle) have to go on a fancy date this summer, I will wear this.





However, the chances of that are about as slim as my chances of spending $438 dollars on those shoes. Still, that's a cute dress. Maybe I should convince one of my friends to get married so I can wear this to their reception.

Sometimes I forget

that there are people in this world who have only my blog to update them on the events in my life. So I apologize that this is a late notice.

I changed my major to Spanish and my minor to International Development. I figured out that the humanities are not for me, because I will never really try at any classes that I can BS that easily. As stated in a quote my Humanities teacher read:

"The key to success in a Humanities class is to say things that no rational person would ever say. Any sane person would say that Moby Dick is a big white wail. Not so for a humanities major- he would say that Moby Dick is fate, masculinity, or the future of America."

Obviously, this was not for me. I rediscovered that I really love Spanish while I was helping someone with a literature paper. I ended up explaining more than needed to be in the essay, inclding the history of the author and the Spanish revolution. And I liked it.

I thought international development would be cool just because I really want to live in a shack for the rest of my life.

I feel like this right now:



I finally have "gumption."

If you haven't seen the Holiday,I don't expect you to get it.