Well if it isn't a few days into 2010, eh? Yes, I realize it's nearly half way into the first month, but do not judge, blogging is a time suck sometimes (plus I realized something, I am willingly giving my lurking enemies somewhere out there a whole heap of info. My personal memoirs here, on a virtual platter for them to devour at any time they choose. Not very intelligent on my part). Before I seep my paws into dishing out the events of the past moon cycle, I would like to pose a question: What is with the words they make you type to sign into your account on google? Seriously. My titles namesake is actually inspired from the one I had to decode just today. Thwuangles. Yep, thwuangles. I know it's to protect every hard working mother who's tiny tots may stumble on to their computer whilst they are blogging, and type some embarrassing family story or four-lettered, tongue soaper (april). But honestly, I ALWAYS just guess as to what letters are there. I feel like it's a trick question. You want me to decode that twisted, mangled, mess of letters just to access my own account? I would like to be hired as the cowgirl that comes up with those words. T'would be a pretty fun gig. Soap box. Sorry.
On another note, as my mom would say, I live in a 'dirty city.' The air is yucky. I'm pretty sure you shouldn't be able to chew the air. But, what do I know. Biting the dust, or air, literally.
Barbara and Gavin's Wedding:
My dear little brazilian got hitched. She just so happened to marry the sweetest guy in this earthly realm. The reception was beautiful and I officially agree with everything Brazilian. They eat a lot of good food, dance, and eat a bit more. Pretty sure there's a scripture about it, something about how men are that they might have joy. Congrats Barb and Vin!
Santa Has A Crush On Me
I got some sweet thangs from santa this year, I am absolutely convinced he has a crush on me.
Near Death and Crazy Chaps
I went sledding/snowmobiling with a few H-town hometowners and had a phenom time. Minus Tyson nearly dying when flying off a cliff and snowmobiles being slightly less than pristine the trip was an overall success and I had tons of fun.
Tys thought he could make some good hot cocoa if he just heated up this barrel of snow. Good in theory.
Tyson Gubler, Whitney Spendlove, Axton Hoyt, Gabe Phillips, Me, Annie Marsh, Chancen Hall, and Callin Nay. Cute little pile of punks, eh?
me and whit. You wouldn't believe how happy we were to be on safe ground. No offense boys.