Photobucket.com is a necessity for me. It seems anytime someone takes a picture, they don't zoom in to what the subject, and I end up getting a picture of some strangers taking a whiz on the side of the building, while Steve and tiny blurbs in the corner of the shot.Not only that, but I'm... Continue Reading →
This is my favorite road in the world. It leads to Grandpa's house. Grandpa lived in a large farm house that originated as one story. They added stories as the family grew, until it was a towering three stories tall full of eight kids. My mom is the oldest. We didn't live nearby, like the... Continue Reading →
As it stands right now, on my side of our family, there is just one niece. I get to see her at least every December. Two years ago, it was at Chad and Keri's weddding in North Dakota. It was freezing cold and Saryn cried when I tried to hold her. Last year, we went... Continue Reading →
So my mom was extremely productive while (why do I feel that this should be "whilst"?) she was here. She told me that bath towels were not correct for towel-drying hands. You should use hand towels. I fought this until I had no fight left in me. I know it's not the correct use for... Continue Reading →
This Halloween was the first time I've been able to hand out candy. Truthfully, I trick-or-treated much older than most kids do, and one of my final years, I was wishing I had stayed home to hand out candy. Until, of course, I got four pounds of candy for myself and that thought quickly vanished.... Continue Reading →
Today, my sister rented her first apartment all by herself, no roommates. And I'm very proud of her. I remember that day for me: when I finally got my own place. It was bare - no furniture at all for a few weeks before I went and opened a line of credit at Furniture Row.... Continue Reading →
There's an old men's tale that women grow up to be just like their moms. Guys would claim, "don't get married to a girl until you've seen what her mom looks like; she'll look just like that in 20 years." In this respect, I attracted a few guys. Well, maybe it was just my mom... Continue Reading →
So nice to feel like a part of my family's lives again. To know little idiosyncrasies about each other again. Like Chad laughing at how frazzled I get when Sonic the Hedgehog goes underwater and I have to find a giant bubble to prevent drowning. Like mom knowing what kind of hard-to-find soup I like... Continue Reading →
It's odd having my own house. Sometimes, I look around and can't believe it's our's. Not our parents, but our's. We're old enough to own a home. We're old enough to have kids. I am becoming more and more like my parents, and less and less like a child each year. It's hard to imagine... Continue Reading →
Here is what I remember from the first five years of my life: My dad's awesome hairstyle. It's hard to forget since he still has the same one to this day. My mom perpetually telling me to scrub my face. I broke out in a rash anytime I ate tomatoes. I still get a small... Continue Reading →
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