more than you know.

Maybe you'll never notice.

Because you are fireworks, and I am pale skies.

And you are trumpets and claxons, while I am a single harp string.

And I have shy eyes and quiet hands,

   and where you are the chorus and the thunder of waves,

      I am only a breeze ruffling the grass in the faint and milky dawn.

but

I love you

more than you know.

From my new obsession.

Breckan.

This boy is hilarious.
He's my 7 year old nephew, and I love him to pieces.
If I'm ever having a horrible day, he knows how to make me smile.


Lately he's had some obsession with pulling his pants up to his armpits. The first time he did it, he told me his name was Steve Urkle. Then a few nights ago, he came up with a pair of Kyle's pajama pants pulled up to his neck. He's the greatest.

He always keeps us laughing.

Cat Part 2.

Warning: If you fall in love easily, I suggest not reading this.


For this to make sense, you might wanna jump back a few months and read this.
The suspicions of both Schnid and Tracy were proven true. Cat was definitely pregnant. 
She birthed six little fuzzy bundles of joy on March 12th. 


These days she doesn't go by Whore Cat. I've renamed her to Mommy Cat. Once all the babies are given away to loving homes, she'll be back to just Cat. I'm sure the pattern will repeat, so sooner or later we'll be back to Whore Cat.


Anyway. This post wasn't meant to highlight her whoreish ways. I'm here to introduce you to my new best friends. {I'm being 100% serious when I say that.. hahah! I hang out with them at least 2 hours a day.}


Let me tell you, I don't know that I have ever loved anything so much in my life. They are the most adorable little things ever. They're so fun to play with. And I love them mucho.




This was the first day we brought them inside. They tried kitty food for the first time as well. They loved it.

This was their first time trying water.

This little baby is my favorite. She's basically the only one I take pictures of. The rest of the cats have normal kitty fur. But one is a little ball of fluff. And I love her pink nose. 

She hides under my legs

Here she is. In all her glory.

Anywho. If anyone cares to come visit and play before they're all gone, you're more than welcome. Or if you want one for your own, you're also more than welcome. 

I hope you love them as much as I do. (:

benski.

Take the worst possible itch you've ever had.
You know the kind.
Where no matter how much you scratch it, it doesn't seem to go away.


Now make it explode.
Arms.
Legs.
Chest.
Back.
Neck.
Chin.
Head.
Feet.
Palms.




You get the picture. That's what my body has felt like the past 3 days. And it is making me go CRAZY! I don't know why I'm so itchy. But it's starting to get reeeaally annoying. The only way to make it go away is to take benadryl. But that puts me straight to sleep. And when I've got mounds of homework to do, sleeping isn't an option. 


It's joyous.






On a lighter note, I now have all my pictures transferred over to my new computer. (Which needs a name. I'm open to suggestions. Clarice is going to be hard to beat.) Having my pictures back means no more sappy/mopey/crybaby posts of how much I hate my life at the moment. So, be expecting a bombardment of posts of things that are enjoyable to read about in the near future. I have a lot to catch up on.


Here's to itching, finishing my homework, and then the peace that will come in those two tiny pink caplets. Yay for benadryl, my new best friend. 

oh, hai.

You eat your french toast in fourths.
I eat my poptarts in fourths.
We were basically meant to be besties.

And there's my cue to insert a cheesy song.

broken hearts hurt but they make you strong.

^true.


Also true: my cramps are so bad that Schnid is drugging me with leftover wisdom teeth pain meds. Midol can't touch these babies. And I'm one second from throwing up because I'm so nauseous. I looooove being a girl. Not.

UTR.

Undefine the relationship. Or redefine. Take your pick. 
Either way you're doing the same thing. Ending. Going in reverse. 


We're like middle school kids. Start at the beginning: you only talk to each other a little bit.. and then hang out a lot.. and then you get butterflies when he holds your hand for the first time. so on.


Now reverse it. That's where we are now. We're at a stand still. And.. I hate it. 


I guess the good thing about it is that it was a mutual decision. Because mission duties are calling. And I'll just be the one holding back. I just want to fast forward 2 years and a few odd months to see where we stand.


But for now, we're happy. And we're doing it because we know it needs to be done.


It's gonna be hard. But definitely worth it.




And guess what?
Ich liebe dich noch immer.

cooking spray in my eye.

Things like this seem to be recurring events in my life. Read here for a simple reminder.


Tonight in bread making I was trying to put the lid back on the bottle of pam cooking spray. And you know what? Those lids are gosh dang hard to put on. I was using all the force my upper body could produce, when I slipped and somehow managed to hit the sprayer, where it shot up into my eye. This caused a chain reaction of smacking my forehead on the cupboard, which reopened a nice little scab on my forehead. So I had a burning eye, a contact that was shriveling up, and blood on my forehead. Not to mention half the class was gawking at me.


Twas splendid.


Scott's reaction when I told him: "You are the epitome of elegance and poise." 


He definitely loves me.

urafool.

I've never been much of a prankster. So naturally I tend to try and avoid this day all together. I pulled no pranks, and had none pulled on me. Instead I decided to share a story with ya'll.


Where: math.
When: senior year.
Who: Arbbey Hafen and myself.


Just like every morning that entire year, I would ask Abbey what the date was.


Me: What's the date today?
Abbey: February first.
Me: Oh my gosh!! It's April fool's day!
Abbey: ...






Yep.