I’m from California, I’ve almost always lived in California, and I’ve never wanted to live anywhere except California (except Ireland, but who wouldn’t want to live there?). Anyway last year I spent 9 months working in New Jersey. There’s nothing wrong with the East Coast, I just did not like living there. Now that I’m back on the West Coast I’m much happier, especially given the weather the East Coast had the past week.
My freshman year of college there were roughly 50 girls sharing 10 bathroom stalls and 7 showers. This wasn’t a big deal for me. And I don’t know of anyone who ever had to wait for a stall or a shower except for one time. The time when this picture was taken:
Okay, small disclaimer here; this might be a touchy subject, this story does involve the death of a good man, however his wife knows this story and laughed at it. Not only that she said that it helped her to face that terrible time in her life. Anyway here goes. Continue reading
When I was in fourth grade our class had a pet rat. Her name was Snuffles and I volunteered to take her home one weekend. She looked like this…
Magic was not a fan of her presence. Cinnamon didn’t really care. This is a picture of the two of them around that time.
You let WHAT into our house?!
I played soccer for about 14 years. I hesitate to start with that sentence because now you might be picturing me as an excellent player. I was not. I was average but with an above average love of the game. However that didn’t stop me from playing and loving the game for over half of my life. I still love it, I just don’t play it anymore.
So I decided that it was hit time I introduced everyone to our second dog, Booge. It’s pronounced like Boo (like a ghost) with a “j” sound like in juice. My dad was firmly against us getting a third dog (we had Magic and Cyrus at the time) unless it was a Boston terrier named “Spike” or “Pug”. He’d grown up with Bostons with those two names rotating and wanted to continue the tradition.
Booge celebrating 4th of July.
We agreed to getting a Boston Terrier, but refused both names because “Pug” is a breed of dog and just sounded dumb, and the last Spike had been such an awful dog that no one wanted his name to ever be brought up again (this is true, Spike was terrible).
I am a very competitive person. I like to win, and I really don’t care about making a fool of myself if that’s what it takes. In college I was friends with a group of people who felt similarly, and thus our lip syncing career was born.