Life is insane
And there is nobody to blame
BippidyboppidyBOOM!!!!
I have no summer and I'm moving away
BippidyboppidyBOOM!!!!
My brother just got his call
And the other one isn't home at all
My sister is married
With one baby to carry
BippidyboppidyBOOM!!!
Then theirs the house to leave
With two dozen boxes to heave
I got a new in-law sister
And got four gardening blisters
BippidyboppidyBOOM!!!!
Ohhh, life is insane
And theres nobody to blame
BippidyboppidyBOOM!!!!!
Put my summer together and what do I got?
Bippidy.... Boppidy... BOOM!!!!!
My summer in a song. You are welcome. Soooo, like I've mentioned in half my posts. Wedding, mission, moving, non-existent summer. Friends suddenly want to do things with me, but next Friday I'm moving. I feel so bad for not helping my mother, but I probably won't get to see them again, so it just has to be done.
Today was Sinalyn's birthday, me, Kennidy and Sinalyn went on a nice bike ride and then went to Cravings Bistro in Spanish Fork. I had this ABC sandwich, standing for: Apples, Bacon, and Cheese. It was a grilled cheese sandwich with thinly sliced apples, candied bacon and cheddar cheese. It was amazing! I'd never expect apples and candied bacon put together in a grilled cheese sandwich.
I'll probably never learn my lesson of not wearing gloves when I weed. It's just the fact that when I wear them, I can't grab. They are too bulky for me and my hands sweat easier. I also like the feeling of the cool moist dirt against my hands as I pull them. For some random reason, weeding without gloves relaxes me. It must be the dirt. The playful time of getting dirty with an excuse. Even though my hands get soars and blisters, I still continue to weed with no gloves. Someone better convince me to wear gloves with a good reason why, because I'll still weed whether I have cuts and soars or not.
All my notebooks are packed up. WAAAA!!! I only saved one, hurrah for that, but I can only use that one. If I want to write another story, I can't, if I want to continue to type up a rough draft of another story, I can't, if I want to continue a rough draft, I can't. I just have my newest story notebook, which I can live with for a couple of weeks. But only a couple of weeks. Notebooks comfort me about as much as dirt, if not more. If I am surrounded in notebooks, I will be the happiest girl alive. As long as I have a notebook in hand, my optimism will continue to increase until someone pulls it out of my hands. I don't know how to hate, but when someone steals my notebook, things get a little... scary.
I really could keep on going, but I would just continue on either on random things such as how much I love notebooks and dirt or how depressing my life is right now about moving away from all my close friends. So I don't bore you, I will end now, but be aware, the next blog will have more exciting things about my life to come.
And there is nobody to blame
BippidyboppidyBOOM!!!!
I have no summer and I'm moving away
BippidyboppidyBOOM!!!!
My brother just got his call
And the other one isn't home at all
My sister is married
With one baby to carry
BippidyboppidyBOOM!!!
Then theirs the house to leave
With two dozen boxes to heave
I got a new in-law sister
And got four gardening blisters
BippidyboppidyBOOM!!!!
Ohhh, life is insane
And theres nobody to blame
BippidyboppidyBOOM!!!!!
Put my summer together and what do I got?
Bippidy.... Boppidy... BOOM!!!!!
My summer in a song. You are welcome. Soooo, like I've mentioned in half my posts. Wedding, mission, moving, non-existent summer. Friends suddenly want to do things with me, but next Friday I'm moving. I feel so bad for not helping my mother, but I probably won't get to see them again, so it just has to be done.
Today was Sinalyn's birthday, me, Kennidy and Sinalyn went on a nice bike ride and then went to Cravings Bistro in Spanish Fork. I had this ABC sandwich, standing for: Apples, Bacon, and Cheese. It was a grilled cheese sandwich with thinly sliced apples, candied bacon and cheddar cheese. It was amazing! I'd never expect apples and candied bacon put together in a grilled cheese sandwich.
I'll probably never learn my lesson of not wearing gloves when I weed. It's just the fact that when I wear them, I can't grab. They are too bulky for me and my hands sweat easier. I also like the feeling of the cool moist dirt against my hands as I pull them. For some random reason, weeding without gloves relaxes me. It must be the dirt. The playful time of getting dirty with an excuse. Even though my hands get soars and blisters, I still continue to weed with no gloves. Someone better convince me to wear gloves with a good reason why, because I'll still weed whether I have cuts and soars or not.
All my notebooks are packed up. WAAAA!!! I only saved one, hurrah for that, but I can only use that one. If I want to write another story, I can't, if I want to continue to type up a rough draft of another story, I can't, if I want to continue a rough draft, I can't. I just have my newest story notebook, which I can live with for a couple of weeks. But only a couple of weeks. Notebooks comfort me about as much as dirt, if not more. If I am surrounded in notebooks, I will be the happiest girl alive. As long as I have a notebook in hand, my optimism will continue to increase until someone pulls it out of my hands. I don't know how to hate, but when someone steals my notebook, things get a little... scary.
I really could keep on going, but I would just continue on either on random things such as how much I love notebooks and dirt or how depressing my life is right now about moving away from all my close friends. So I don't bore you, I will end now, but be aware, the next blog will have more exciting things about my life to come.