I miss.....

my sante fe
car rides with dad
cooking
laying in bed with mom
lake joy gang gatherings
walking around the lake
eating the smith's food
knowledge bowl
jazz, angel, star
baths
duvall fitness
mom's barbeque sauce
movies with missy
duvall safeway
dates with carrie franks
ixtapa
janice's cooking
driving my boys to school

Earthquake!!!

It was a 5.6. I honestly thought it was the floor above me having a lot of fun. I had hung a picture of my daddy and me earlier that day, and thought, wow if there is an earth quake this will probably fall down. It didn't:) no one was hurt but the building shook pretty hard. All the people from California were like "hey washington was that your first earthquake?" I laughed and explained to them that their cool little fault line runs all the way up into Washington and I've been in numerous earthquakes.
Funny story: a kid in a dorm next to ours wanted to play a prank on his roomie and so he filled up over a hundred dixie cups with water and covered every horizontal surface in their room so that his roomie would be forced to pour every cup out to be able to get in. Before his roomie could see his surprise....earthquake. All the dixie cups spilled and now their whole room is wet. Unfortunate:)

Frustration

I want a degree in Sociology. All of the classes required to major in this adds up to 130 credits. I would love to take 130 credits and leave happily with my degree. But no. To graduate you need 175 credits. I understand why, they want to give students the chance to decide what they want to do by taking random classes. They want to make sure that you get to take classes that you want, even outside your major. What if I don't want to? What if I want to just get my degree and go. I love it here, I love the experience. But I doubt I'm going to love my entire senior year; taking classes that have nothing to do with nothing, knowing I could be done. I know it will be nice to learn about random things, to maybe find a speciality in Soc, but I can definately see my self being upset that I am forced to pay for an additional unecessary year. Maybe I'm just in a negative Nancy mood. I have no clue what I'm going to think when I'm a senior. Best to not worry about it now:)

World.. meet mikey

My wish list.

All I want for my birthday/Christmas is for everyone I know to read this book. Literally that is what I want my loved ones to do. You don't need to be a Buddhist or even know about Buddhism to understand the beautiful message Satish Kumar portrays in The Buddha and the Terrorist. To read this book is to understand how I view the world. How I try to live my life. To read this book is to read me. It is so short, only 116 pages with huge print and small pages. The words are simple but the message behind them is life altering. PLEASE read this book. Honestly I don't ever want anything for my birthday or Christmas, but this year I'm asking for a few hours out of your life. If you read it, let me know what you thought. Call me, email me, write me, text me, I don't care just let me know.

Body Worlds

Body Worlds was in Seattle for a long time, but I was never able to go. Once I found out it was in San Jose (The city right next to Santa Clara) I knew I had to go. My friends had seen it and told me it was really interesting, and when the school offered a "go to body worlds for free" day my choice was made. I don't know what I was thinking. I Morgan Wilhelm cry when I see road kill, I cry druing the news when I hear a horrbile story, I'm the biggest baby when it comes to death. So I'm not sure what I expected my reaction to be when I was looking at actual dead bodies. We went and I was ok untill the fetal part. Not ok. It reminded me of this time I was in a seafood restaurant with my dad and there were crab and starfish hung as decoration all around the wall. My dad said something like "imagine if aliens came, we were the food, and our dead bodies became the decoration." i still completely support the Body Worlds exhibit, it has taught so many so much and all the bodies were donated willingly. But It's not for everyone. It wasn't for me.

Girls soccer game at STANFORD!!

Wicked awesome picture.. with some wicked awesome broncos
There were not enough seats... Wren and Suze's lives were put on the line.
It was quite dull....
I am an artist.
Thats my hat and it's friends.

Its late

Im tired. stay with me. sometimes... homeworks not fun. other times... its a little fun. right now... is one of those times... its not. so im tired. and whispering. and listening to music with claps. thats annoying. who needs drugs when you have sleep deprivation? not me. thats who. good night. its not even that late. my brain has thought a lot lately. its tired. good night.

Yeah...there are beaches in California

Jeremy mentally preparing for the waves... how tranquil:)
The view from my rock
My rock
wet suit stud
messing with the animal life

Coach Mo

Captain Jimbo is an amazing QB. I taught him everything he knows.
McCoys tired.
Standing tall Mikey.
Gettin their head in the game.

A little explination: I'm Coach Mo.( I hold the access cards and cell phones of the team while they play) i have a whistle and a manly insulting voice...so i do a pretty good job as coach:)

In and Out Burger

Susan(inandout virgin), Kelsey, Me (inandout virgin)
This is Mikey trying to be short with me... he's tall
My friends...We're cool I swear.
See... I told you...
Did i mention my mom was with us.... yup