We should have joined...we are just that crazy.

My mom had given me tickets to the Shrine Circus for my birthday, so we went last weekend. Above are the pictures I took while we were there enjoying ourselves. Thanks Mom!

A Sarcastic Thank You...

Dear Person Who Has My Cell Phone.....

I hope you are loving your newly found blackberry as much as I did.
Thank you for being an honest member of society, and contacting me through the friend who I kept having text you, as you have my phone.
Thank you also for allowing me this opportunity to utilize the insurance on my phone to get it replaced. Heavens know that I pay into this program, I should be getting my moneys worth. Never mind the $100 that I have to pay to get my bb replaced...(you may say it is cheap for a blackberry, but I may have to argue seeing as I already HAD a blackberry.)
Please enjoy the games that were loaded onto my blackberry, and good luck beating my brick breaker score of 16,110 at level 29. I worked hard for that...so please appreciate it and don't clear it and reset the score.
As you get acquainted with all of my friends and family that are in my phoneboook, please let them know that I will soon get a replacement. It will just take a little time since the economic strain is hurting everyones pocketbook...tell the to email me if they need me. It might be a few weeks.
Also, as you have my phone. Please talk to Shayda every day for me. Make sure she is happy, and ask her about her day, let her vent, and tell her over and over that you love her....also let her know I love her.
Please take care of my phone, use it like a blackberry should be used....and please pray that the phone my insurance ends up sending me isn't a crappy refurbished one.

Thank you for not returning my phone...

Layla

A Letter And A Tongue Tragedy

Dear Candy Makers,

Could we all come together, and create/invent/perfect the art of candy making sans air pockets. My tongue would appreciate you, and I would probably buy more blow pops. If my request is overlooked, I guarantee that I have witnesses to my disastrous run-in with air pockets, it is documented with a picture (please see attached), and I have already had medical counsel.

My Aunt is a part of the Pre-paid legal, and I will sign up......consider your self warned.


Thank you for your time.


Layla

The Actual Story:


Sitting tonight with some friends, we were discussing a few religious topics (it was a bible study, then a doctrine exchange) I was sucking on a piece of candy...

when it got to a point of an air pocket, we all know what happens when you are sucking a blow pop and you come to the air pocket....

ouchie....

but because I had a heavy tongue on the candy....as the air pocket presented itself.....

it slid roughly against my tongue, causing it to cut, and start bleeding....it bled so much that I had to suck on two wet paper towels before it would quit pouring out....

Everyone laughed and asked me how it felt to be a lizard...and could I make both parts of my tongue twitch in separate directions....ha ha.

It hurt...

I went to CVS to grab some toilet paper, and I asked the pharmacist if i should put ambesol on it to help with the pain.

All the man did was laugh at me and called me silly (in his own pharmaceutical way) and told me that the tongue is the fastest healing part of the body and by the end of the night, it should just feel like a little cut...and by tomorrow it should be gone.

I didn't believe him...until I was trying to take the picture of it, and now you can barely see it....though I still feel it...and am sucking on sonic ice...


Jerks.

My Columbus Day Sick....

Julie, and her two girls came over today, to cheer me up with a yummy sandwhich from Dino's. (If you are in Arlington, you must try it.....to die for.) And for the afternoon, we sat around playing hair shop...and I was the beautician.... but I got all my tricks and knowledge from www.shedoeshair.blogspot.com

This is Jasmine, she is 5, and very very very cute for her age...she saw me doing Alyssa's hair, and begged Julie to let her me do her hair....

Alyssa's hair wasn't too fancy, she wasn't into it today, she just wanted two piggy ears, with a side split (meaning the part was caddycornered"


This is Shayla, Jason's neice. She is 8, and very tender headed, she is the one that kept saying "Jasmine, your hair is just not cute, it is 'da bomb"






And this is Alyssa a few days ago....another style I found at http://www.shedoeshair.blogspot.com/

Memory of Shayda.

When ordering taco bell, shayda would ask for mild sauce, but instead of saying mild with the "I" sound she would say it with an ill sound, so she would be asking for mill-d sauce. She was a cute kid.

Babysitting

These twins are the cutest. I have been babysitting them since March. Olivia and Jasmine have an older sister, but the sister and their mom are out bowling.
They are snugglers. I love it!

Scrapbook Sun/Mon 2002

This is Thanksgiving 2002. We were at my Aunt-in-law (My Aunt Denice's sister Darcel, we call each other in-law, ha ha ha.) house, and my Uncle David was a budding photographer. He snapped our little sister pictures by the pool.

Oh how we love each other!

Scrapbook Sun/Mon 1988

I don't know if you can tell, but the base page is pink.

I did not like this year of my life. I did not like what I looked liked (which is evident in the class picture, where I had stuck a thumbtack in the picture, while it hung on my childhood bulletin board). But I especially did not like the teacher. She actually told me she didn't like me because I was poor. And I always thought she looked eternally pregnant. Not a good year. And I looked pretty goofy. 3rd grade sucked, but 4th was a great make up grade!

Scrapbook Sun/Mon 1986

This was the year right before we moved to the Gainsville/Denton area...Love the glasses! Thanks Mom and Baba! ha ha.

Scrapbook Sun/Mon 1984

This is me at the age of 4. And if you ask my grandma, this is her favorite picture of me ever... She loves it. And I must say, so do I.

Scrapbook Sun/Mon 1981

This was our first family picture. I swear I am the cutest little baby in the world. Someone try to prove me wrong, I dare you!

What is he?

My dog always sits with HIS legs crossed. weirdo.