I'm not going to say much on the matter.
One simple question should suffice.
Does it not annoy the crap out of you when you find the perfect scent of deodorant and you get all comfortable with it and then All of the sudden they go and change it on you?
I'm very upset about this. But I did find a dwindling supply of the old stuff at Superstore tonight so I stocked up. That should last me while my complaint letter makes it to Colgate-palmolive canada headquarters.
1.Cleaning to j biebz. (it's like an angel came by and took me to heaven,cause when I stare in your eyes it couldn't be better.)
2.Serious conversations...when I'm in the mood.
3.having time to nap.
4.watching twilight with friends.
5.hanging out with kids.
7.going to bed at a reasonable hour.
8.the uncertainty of the future.
10. make sweet random cards for people.
12.Having weekends off.
Yesterday I jinxed myself.
I told someone in the morning that I was really happy and nothing could change that.
I spoke too soon...way too soon.
I had to instruct some children on Archery in the afternoon, and while I was stringing one of the huge bows it sprung back and smacked me in the face. It hurt so much that I thought I was going to have a huge egg stucking out of the side of my chin. If that wasn't enough I starting playing with a hangnail and it began bleeding. Of course it didn't stop bleeding for like another hour and a half. On the way back down to the lodge I tripped and stubbed my toe really hard, and later when I was playing games I collided with another girl full force and all of her weight went itno my stomach and left me breathless for 15 seconds, scary stuff. Oh, and I went for a run after that so my body was sore from excercise and my shin splints starting acting up again.
Some days just aren't my day. Hopefully today will end better.
*Reggie with his bd present in his new residence 'the bunkhouse'.
One year later and the babe catcher is still alive.
This is definitely an item to put in the history books, folks.
Hannah actually kept a living thing alive for an extended amount of time!
Now, I know I don't treat Reggie as well as I should.
Heck, I joke about eating him every other day.
But in my heart of hearts I have a deep love for him. Not deep enough that I would cry at his death, though. We haven't gotten there yet...maybe at two years.
Oh, and 600 posts. W00T.
I sure only about 50 of those are decent, but what can you do.