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.
