day 6: pic of something that makes me happy.

ooooh this is difficult. alot of things make me happy, but lately a subject of happiness has been this:

day 5 the siblings

so I've been slacking on this.....lameo I know-no.
In Decsending order:
Leda 24. married to bryce, three adorable fast paced girls. amazing hairdresser, the only one I trust to cut my hair. Good at talking and always being there for you. doesn't say I love you alot, but you know she does else you'd know she didnt. if that makes sense.
Bethany 22, married to Alex due in May with what I hope to be my first nephew. Bethany is our sensitive sister. For every tear I cry, she cries fifty. She is smart and caring, someone you can rely on for friend. Great listener.
Megan 19, just started school at the DATC doing dental assisting. Does things without being asked, very service oriented. She doesn't complain. Our little spit fire, you'd think her natural hair colour would be red with this little temper. The temper flares due to her sensitivity, which she loathes. hard worker fo sho.
Ben 16, lil musical talent here. plays piano and trumpet and this week is trying out drum line in band. does band and pep and jazz? He's the dark, handsome mysterious type. The chicks dig 'em.
Ammon 14 is becoming a little man. there is even hair growing in his armpits. amazing miracle of puberty! He's mr. giggles, he knows how to put on the charm and get everyone laughing and high fiving.
Samuel aka Wella 11, shortest kid ever. I doubt he'll hit more than 5'1. Complete sweetheart. Doesn't care what other people think, gives good hugs. Very artistic, and has a flair for cake making. and eating.
Jacob, 7. He's on crack he's got so much energy. Love him, he's hilarious. Being the youngest he's bound to be spoilt, but being the youngest he gets picked on plenty to void that. He makes you happy.

day 4: the forefathers

MY parents.
These are the people who loved each other and then created me. They are the best parents ever!
I love how we can talk about anything, and how they are always supportive of my antics and everlong
lists of to-do experiences. They are great for good advice, but never try to force anything. I think
that is what has helped me the most to figure out myself-my parents teaching me right from wrong
in a way that I never felt like I was forced to become or be someone else. They love and serve others
and always have and will be an example to me!

dia 3: 1st love

hmmmm.....my first "love". Jeffery Meibos.
Yes, at the very mature age of four, I had a terrible crush on the teenage boy who lived across the street. I liked to call him Jeffy-Weffy because I thought it was terribly clever and hilarious.
That is all I remember, I got teased by my mom and sisters enough.

day 2 The Meaning

The meaning behind This Blog, actually started with a notebook I carried around in high school. My senior year of high school, I took to carrying around an old school composition notebook. It's red. I think I still have it.
anyway....
it was my creative outlook non-homework related personal space, where I'd doodle, write notes to friends but never pass to the intended reciever, random poems, strings of words or to-do lists.
I named my notebook "The Mad Ramblings of a Teen-Aged Nut job". So since this blog is supposed to be, relatively a electronic version of that high school notebook, and since I'm no longer a teenager, I threw in the "Post-teenaged".
so thats the story, hamlet.