So, where has MY ladybug been?
To be honest, she's been packed up in a box. I recovered her a few weeks ago.
The reunion was beautiful.
Yes. Beatrice is back. The rock who literally rocks has reappeared!
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Guess who's back?
All garden's have ladybugs. Its simply a must.
So, where has MY ladybug been?
To be honest, she's been packed up in a box. I recovered her a few weeks ago.
The reunion was beautiful.
Yes. Beatrice is back. The rock who literally rocks has reappeared!
So, where has MY ladybug been?
To be honest, she's been packed up in a box. I recovered her a few weeks ago.
The reunion was beautiful.
Yes. Beatrice is back. The rock who literally rocks has reappeared!
Cousins are cool
Frankly, I've been dreading this post. I have not posted in so long. Ok, so only 2 days. But Still that's a while. This will be long, so sit tight.
I was so sad I was unable to blog on cousins day. I have 11 cousins on one side and 6 on the other. They are all extremely awesome. But When I talk about my cousins, I generally talk about my 3 amazing cousins. I see them the most and have the most stories and the most fun.
Brooke, Jack and Elise. I'm sure you all know of them. They are so funny. We had a tradition where they would come to our house every Thanksgiving. We decided we'd like to resume that tradition. Brooke for some reason thinks I am obsessed with geography. I'm not. But yesterday I was talking about Justin Beiber, since I'd just seen the movie, and Brooke says "Oh my goodness, you are almost as obsessed with Justin Beiber as you are with geography!" These are both false statements because I am not obsessed with either. I'm no beleiber. The movie disturbed me. Justin Beiber has the strangest fans. And just because I know Tunisia is a country does not make me obsessed. I'm passionate. 
One side of Cousins. Minus 4 kids. We are so cool. If you can name all these people, I will be ecstatic.
This was probably the worst and best day of my life. Kellyn, Katie, Brooke, Elise and I all dressed up in our Grandma's clothes. I have to say that my grandma is actually pretty stylish, but we tried to make really ugly outfits. This is not a tribute to her fashion sense. My grandma was not thrilled. But we had so much fun.
On cousins day, we did "glamor shots". You may have noticed, we did not quite master the glamor.
Don't ask. I honestly don't know what we were doing.
Jackson stole my camera. Tsk, Tsk. I actually love it when people steal my camera. Not permanently of course. Jack took very hilarious blog worthy pictures. He secretly loves this blog.
Its no secret Brooke likes my blog. She posed with my blog in mind. This is the second time this week she has forgotten to use a cup. I obviously don't drink much milk at the cabin.
Elise offered to take a picture of me surrounded by Vera Bradleys. I did not object. I'm pretty sure this picture resembles heaven in some way. Brooke thinks they are for squares. They are not. They are for amazingly cool circles. I will admit to being obsessed with Vera Bradley.
Today I went to the Farmers Market (Beatrice's home!) and got a feather. It's very appropriate as I am actually Indian. There is Cherokee blood in my body. My Indian name is Singing Deer. Some people don't get it, but I think it's really cool.
Sincerely,
I'm embracing my Indian heritage
PS: To clear up any confusion, I mean Indian as in the feather.
I was so sad I was unable to blog on cousins day. I have 11 cousins on one side and 6 on the other. They are all extremely awesome. But When I talk about my cousins, I generally talk about my 3 amazing cousins. I see them the most and have the most stories and the most fun.
Brooke, Jack and Elise. I'm sure you all know of them. They are so funny. We had a tradition where they would come to our house every Thanksgiving. We decided we'd like to resume that tradition. Brooke for some reason thinks I am obsessed with geography. I'm not. But yesterday I was talking about Justin Beiber, since I'd just seen the movie, and Brooke says "Oh my goodness, you are almost as obsessed with Justin Beiber as you are with geography!" These are both false statements because I am not obsessed with either. I'm no beleiber. The movie disturbed me. Justin Beiber has the strangest fans. And just because I know Tunisia is a country does not make me obsessed. I'm passionate. 
One side of Cousins. Minus 4 kids. We are so cool. If you can name all these people, I will be ecstatic.
This was probably the worst and best day of my life. Kellyn, Katie, Brooke, Elise and I all dressed up in our Grandma's clothes. I have to say that my grandma is actually pretty stylish, but we tried to make really ugly outfits. This is not a tribute to her fashion sense. My grandma was not thrilled. But we had so much fun.
On cousins day, we did "glamor shots". You may have noticed, we did not quite master the glamor.
Don't ask. I honestly don't know what we were doing.
Jackson stole my camera. Tsk, Tsk. I actually love it when people steal my camera. Not permanently of course. Jack took very hilarious blog worthy pictures. He secretly loves this blog.
Its no secret Brooke likes my blog. She posed with my blog in mind. This is the second time this week she has forgotten to use a cup. I obviously don't drink much milk at the cabin.
Elise offered to take a picture of me surrounded by Vera Bradleys. I did not object. I'm pretty sure this picture resembles heaven in some way. Brooke thinks they are for squares. They are not. They are for amazingly cool circles. I will admit to being obsessed with Vera Bradley.Today I went to the Farmers Market (Beatrice's home!) and got a feather. It's very appropriate as I am actually Indian. There is Cherokee blood in my body. My Indian name is Singing Deer. Some people don't get it, but I think it's really cool.
Sincerely,
I'm embracing my Indian heritage
PS: To clear up any confusion, I mean Indian as in the feather.
I love a good picnic
I was pleased to see picnic day. I love picnics. I don't go on official picnics very often. But I enjoy my unofficial picnic all the same. I was planning on having a picnic today. I was planing on inviting friends and eating cupcakes and playing Mafia. No such luck. Apparently the weather does not know about my celebrating. There was rain. Rain is bad picnic weather. But to me all a picnic is, is eating outside. And today I did just that. I went to the Farmers Market. I got a super yummy potato and bacon burrito. Potato and Bacon is a match made in heaven. A delightful combination. I also sampled jelly, ice cream and fresh bread. I enjoyed everything. I bought some Rhubarb Raspberry Jam. Another match made in heaven. Then mom and I went shopping at all the cute stores on Main street. I tired on every Vera Bradley purse in that stinkin' store. I decided I need a new one. Right Away. I love bag's you see. Its a weakness of mine.
Another reason I was jazzed about today is that it is International Picnic day. Its so cool to think people in Hong Kong or Paris might be celebrating today too. I would love to picnic on the lawn by the Eiffel Tower. Oh yes. I will do that some day. And maybe on June 18th. I also love watermelon. And every good picnic has watermelon. Everyone knows that. Once I had a picnic with my Grandma and K.J. at the Cabin. We got a mini watermelon and put it in the creek to keep it cold. So cool. So picnicy (no pun intended.)
The best picnic of all times was the one in Emma. Hands down. They went to Box Hill. How cool right? Emma had the cutest dress on. And hat. I'm almost positive they had watermelon. If not, I might overlook it. Any BBC picnic has to be pretty good. The English do it right. Sometimes. They had cake and pickles and probably ham sandwiches. Another picnic essential. They had wine too. But we all know it was grape juice don't we? They had umbrella's and blankets and baskets. It was the best picnic this earth has ever seen.
Today we went to the Library too. It happens to be very near to the Farmers Market.
This is outrageous. These words should be banned. "Young People." My biggest pet peeve. At every good and sane library we are "Young Adults" but oh no. Here we are young people. I dislike that very much. That was so 1970. Please. Its 2011.
I hope you pincniced and I hope you enjoyed your picnic as much as I enjoyed that heavenly potato and bacon burrito. I'm off to jump on the trampoline in the rain. A wonderful Summer tradition.
Sincerely,
Please pass the watermelon
PS: Despite the fact that I hate the phrase young people, I enjoyed my Left Behind book very much. Those books are so cool. I absolutely love them.
PPS: Fans of Beatrice, I looked for more Beatrice's today. But all the lady bugs today were frowny and angry. Something no lady bug should ever be. Next week I'll see if I can't get a happy one. Until then, Beatrice Rocks.
Another reason I was jazzed about today is that it is International Picnic day. Its so cool to think people in Hong Kong or Paris might be celebrating today too. I would love to picnic on the lawn by the Eiffel Tower. Oh yes. I will do that some day. And maybe on June 18th. I also love watermelon. And every good picnic has watermelon. Everyone knows that. Once I had a picnic with my Grandma and K.J. at the Cabin. We got a mini watermelon and put it in the creek to keep it cold. So cool. So picnicy (no pun intended.)
The best picnic of all times was the one in Emma. Hands down. They went to Box Hill. How cool right? Emma had the cutest dress on. And hat. I'm almost positive they had watermelon. If not, I might overlook it. Any BBC picnic has to be pretty good. The English do it right. Sometimes. They had cake and pickles and probably ham sandwiches. Another picnic essential. They had wine too. But we all know it was grape juice don't we? They had umbrella's and blankets and baskets. It was the best picnic this earth has ever seen.
Today we went to the Library too. It happens to be very near to the Farmers Market.
This is outrageous. These words should be banned. "Young People." My biggest pet peeve. At every good and sane library we are "Young Adults" but oh no. Here we are young people. I dislike that very much. That was so 1970. Please. Its 2011.I hope you pincniced and I hope you enjoyed your picnic as much as I enjoyed that heavenly potato and bacon burrito. I'm off to jump on the trampoline in the rain. A wonderful Summer tradition.
Sincerely,
Please pass the watermelon
PS: Despite the fact that I hate the phrase young people, I enjoyed my Left Behind book very much. Those books are so cool. I absolutely love them.
PPS: Fans of Beatrice, I looked for more Beatrice's today. But all the lady bugs today were frowny and angry. Something no lady bug should ever be. Next week I'll see if I can't get a happy one. Until then, Beatrice Rocks.
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