Tasha's booboo

we went bicking the other night and Tasha crashed, I rode Dad's back home with her on it while Dad rode mine  toeing Tasha's behind.

This is the big  booboo.

 This is her sad I got hurt face

 This is the bandaged booboo

And Dad taking her up the stairs. Now she is fine, but I thought this was a cute picture.

spaghettigrass

The other day I was bringing a bunch of food over from the Kuna house and I had two boxes of spaghetti. They were opened and when we turned they fell over so when we opened the door a bunch fell out. This is how Nate and Tasha picked them up. I would almost say it is poetic.

Fashion clash

Christian Siriano for his spring/summer 2011 collection was going with a look that kind pulled cultures together, but this particular out fit made me think of Japan. Can you say Sesshomaru?

grrrness to electronic reading

I don't mind reading a few pages on the computer and saving trees is fine and dandy, but when you have 20 pages of reading to take a 12 question quiz I have some issues with that. I mean at least make it like 20 questions so you can average a question a page. And please make it worth my wild to become prematurely blind. An introduction to a subject shouldn't take that many pages. When you walk up to people to tell them about you don't spend the first five minuets of the conversation telling them that you know that they don't want to talk to you and they may not understand why, but when you finally get to your interesting points in the conversation that it will be well worth it. Perhaps I am just a product of my IM, texting generation that abbreviates everything to get to the point. Or I am the reason they want this class so that I can understand why that introduction was necessary because I am not affective (feeling) learner and am all about cognitive learning. I much rather have a book, you can write on them and it is easier to see how much of it you are getting done. So I guess that rant was really just that, a rant and I will just be printing my reading from now on.

camera

Can't find my camera, I really miss it. It does things like take these kinds of pictures for me. *cyber sigh*

The fans

The book

Finals can do things to you

So why am I wearing a pink dress, jean jacket pirate hat and have a pink flamingo (for most of the time I kind of dropped him while climbing up)? Because it was clean checks and we had time to kill and this was all in the DI pile and I had nothing better to do. Soooo yeah I dressed up as a pretty pink pirate and climbed a tree...yeah...that is what finals can do to you.

Strength

I don't like people telling me that I am strong. I tell people that my mom passed away and they see how happy I am and they call me strong. They complement me on my strengths and my faith. Makes me feel like a hypocrite. I am not any stronger then they are they just haven't gotten a chances to have it tested. I am not that strong and my happiness is actually kind of bad sometimes because I use it as a shield to hide from my actual feelings. That is what I learned when my mom died, that I didn't accept negative emotions. Though I do find it a compliment that people can't tell that my Mom died, but really what do you expect me to be like? Some sad emotionally desturbed little girl who wear all black and whenever I get the chances cry is small dark corners by myself. I don't know I just know that it is my petpive to be called strong because I am not strong, at least not by myself, I am only strong because of my family and my faith. And for people to say that I-me-myself alone is strong just makes me get that itchy feeling that I deceiving people. But let me tell you don't tell them that you are not that strong because then they start calling you humble and that just makes me want to scream!!!!

bugs, worms and other things.

Um...well I should be studying for one of the two test that I have but I really really really don't want to. I would rather wait and wait and wait and never do it. I just don't know what to do with myself. I am like a... what am I like. Probably like a fly in the winter. I move real slow everywhere, but I do some how make it places. There must be a really bad frost right now because I am just vegetating in my chair in the corner watching my roommates talk to each other. I am so weird. I don't know what I am going to do with myself. Probably something productive, maybe, maybe not. YUCK!! I don't know what to do with myself and now I am repeating what I said earlier. I feel like one of those poor sad dehydrated worms on our side walks that are slowly being trodden down into the concrete. Poor little things. Well that is enough of that, I will get back to my work.