"Cause im a gypse"

Ok so I'm not really a gypse but I do like that song. A lot. Today I decided that I think it would be fun to backpack around for awhile in Europe or some other far off place. Although I'll probably be over it in an hour or so.

Just a heads up this post will most likely just be me complaining.

Tolerance. My mom says I have low tolerance levels. Which in a away is true. But I like to think that I am extremely tolerant to a point. I also like to think that it takes me a long time to get to the point of being intolerant. But when I'm past the point good luck because I'll be annoyed with you forever at pretty much every little thing you do. It usually requires a very long break for me to get over it... usually.

We'll I'm past the point. I'm frequently finding myself more and more annoyed with this danged town.I need a serious break from school and some of the people in it. I know your probably reading this and thinking "wow she's a huge brat." Eh that's fair i guess. Because yeah I am kinda a brat but really I can not tell you how annoying it is to hear a song that you don't even like to begin with blasting from your roommates computer on REPEAT ALL DAY. yeah ALL DAY! Or when the girls are super fake. Its pretty much the most retarded thing. Basically my list could easily go on and on and on but I wont bore you with it.


Before I moved to thatcher I had this romantic notion of how perfect it would be to live in a little bit of a smaller town. Get away from all the hustle and bustle. Well after this year I can honestly say I'm a city girl. I like having more than just walmart to shop at and I like living somewhere where the spead limit isn't 35mph everywhere you go. Not to mention the fact that all of the stores close at 9:00. kinda annoying. Just saying.

5 weeks and I'm outta this town.

SNOW!!!!!

Sunday Raegan was sick so I volunteered to stay home from church to tend to her haha. Basically we watched movies all day and it was grand. During our movie marathon it started to snow! It didn't stick but it was still fun.

Garrett Hedlund with Leighton Meester 'Give In To Me' - Country Strong Clip

I know I have been terrible about blogging lately.I have a few different things I'm going to post soon! Until then here is my new favorite song. It's from the movie Country Strong.



P.S. Garett Hedlund is pretty good lookin' if you can get past his scraggly facial hair.

SICK NAST!!!!

Sometimes our Fridge looks like this:



And we have to use these:







Because we dont know what some of this is:





We really arn't sure on this one...



So we did what anyone would do. We took everything and threw it into the canal.





Then we went to Duncan for the day.

[For the record we don't usually grow speciman in our fridge.]

Dear Stinky Feet

Last night was elimination round of the IBF… aka the INSTITUTE BASKETBALL FINALS. Kind of a big deal.We went to support our favorite Duncan boys. Upon entering the building the most offensive smell filled our noses…the putrescent smell of feet. Yeah you know the one I’m talking about.

But this was not your average case of smelly feet. In order to recreate this smell you would have to capture all of the odors and juices that the human body naturally creats put it in a jar and let if ferment for a hundred years and then release it into unpolluted air. It was that Bad.

As Jacie,Hannah, and I walked in the door all three of us let out an audible gasp, unfortunately the gasp drew many unwanted looks our way. As we began to power walk down the hall I held my breath. Part of me feared that if the smell was inhaled it would reach my lungs and cause them to shrivel up.

Unfortunately my power walk wasn’t fast enough the fumes made my eyes begin to water. As soon as we made it down the hall and around the corner I felt like I couldn’t breathe the clean air in fast enough.

Do people just not know when their feet stink? Because I think I do. Like for example after softball tournaments I just knew it was in everyone’s best interest if I A) kept my cleats on for the car ride home or B) Wiped them down dang good with baby wipes followed by a clean pair of socks until I could actually wash away the damage.

So anyways moral of the story… if you feet stink, wash them. If you are unable to wash your feet at the time then please do us all a favor and keep your shoes on.

Oh and our Duncan boys (and Bryan) kicked the Thatcher boys booty!

One day

I dream of:

Hey good lookin'

I stopped by Jacobs house tonight and visited with his family. It was good to see them again. While I was there I was able to get pictures from his farewell and mission! Whoooo woooooo!I'm excited! Here's a few. Enjoy.