The first part of the title tonight comes from Mr. Pippy… The high school Biology teacher. Sandra was in the canteen for a bit today with Junior and I (Deejay went over to visit Faith and Noelle in the other part) when Mr. Pippy came in for some food. He asked us what we had (chili, soup, hot dogs) and he picked chili. Sandra said something about not understanding/liking meat in chili, and that she always has vegetarian chili. Mr. Pippy said that he likes meat and vegetables in his, so he’s a “meatavegetarian.” I looked at Sandra when he said this and asked, “… Isn’t that called an omnivore?” We thought this was especially funny because he’s the Biology teacher. Teehee.

All right, I’ve been pretty down today, so I’ll make a list of what I did.

- Picked up by Junior; went to school.
- Hung out at school.
- Did the canteen duty with Junior and Deejay.
- Got my Euro trip jacket last period.
- Went to the store for some stuff with Junior; met Nikita.
- We travelled across town to the next store.
- Junior and I went for a drive.
- I went home; hung out; ate; half watched the kids with Britt.
- Junior came over before dance, so I hung out with him.
- Talked to Dad (he came down for a few minutes).
- Junior left; I watched tv with Britt; Mom and Thomas got home.
- I got ready for bed.
- Now I’m writing this.

Well. This blog sucks so far. Oh yes, before I forget! This will be my last blog before we leave for Europe on Thursday. We get out of school at 12, have to be at the airport for 3:30 or so, then we leave at 5 so I won’t get a chance to write a blog. I still don’t know if Britt will do this while Junior and I are away… One can only hope.

Oh dear, I’m so sorry but I’m feeling so incredibly crappy right now that I have to stop here. :(  I promise I’ll make up for this terrible post when we get back from Europe with all kinds of pictures and stories! Good night, and I’ll… See… Talk to… Write when we get home!

-Bre :)

... School let out. Don't get me wrong! Today was grand. Some things just... Didn't go quite right and it was all quite upsetting. How about I just start at the beginning?

So, I woke up this morning, got ready for school, got picked up by Junior, and went to school. Nothing major happened. Mom was looking for the picture of the dress that she is going to use as a template for my grad dress, and I helped look for that for a few minutes, so Junior and I were almost late. School itself was all right. I didn't get any homework, so that was nice. I didn't do anything school-related this evening. We had canteen today... That was fun! Nikita, Junior and I were there for lunch. I have no idea where Deejay was.

The only really interesting thing that happened this afternoon was the writing of the "nice lists". Because Scottie was feeling down yesterday, I wrote a list of nice things about him to cheer him up. It seemed to work a bit, so I did the same thing for Russell, Vlad, Nikita, and Junior. I'm going to write one for Ms. Edmunds and Ryan soon. After school, I tutored. Junior came to pick me up and he brought me SIX packs of Skittles (and one pack of Cadbury Mini Eggs) because I was out! I LOVED it.  

Everything got worse when I got home. How about I just put it in a nice little list?

1. Bryton and I put all six packs of Skittles in my little Skittles container. Bryton carried the container over to my desk. The top came off (because that's where he was holding onto it) and all of the Skittles went everywhere. I wasn't mad because my floor was clean. It really really sucked, but it turned out okay.

2. My back has been really bad the past few days. Today, it snowed a lot, so Bryton and I went out to shovel the driveway. How dumb was that? Very. While shovelling, I pulled a muscle in my back. Now I can hardly move. There's a possibility of going to the hospital tomorrow. Yay.

3. While shovelling, I got too warm and put my hat down somewhere near the door. That was fine. Lately, there has been this dog hanging around the house. That DOG came over while I wasn't looking, jumped up, and STOLE MY HAT. MY NAN KNIT ME THAT HAT. Needless to say, I was NOT pleased. I tried to call the dog back but it didn't come over. I ran inside, grabbed the keys, told Mom that I had the truck, and went. Brooke came with me because she knew where the dog would have gone. We didn't find it. It's probably a good thing, too. I wouldn't have cared if I hit it.

So. Now I'm sitting here, writing this. I can't move, my favourite hat has been stolen by a dog, my Skittles have been all over the floor, and I might have to go to the hospital three days in a row (I have an appointment on Thursday and Friday morning). Am I lucky? I think so. (TT)

Anywho, I think I'll end it he

Waldon here, and I'm going to be honest. I feel really depressed right now so I doubt this is going to be longer than a few paragraphs at most. There's no rational reason to why I feel depressed, in fact, I should be happy. Gunner hurt his other leg a few weeks ago and now he's finally doing better. Within a week or two I should be able to walk him again. I'm ahead in Math for once in my life, and I haven't even been beaten by anybody too much lately. Heck, I've even started a new exercise regime.

It's just nigh on impossible to shake this feeling of apathetic melancholy, if the ken of that can be thought.

I had a regular day, save for a late morning. I made it to Bre's house on time though, so nothing really came of it. We went to school, all that jazz. We worked Canteen today, Bre and I, and instead of Hot Dogs we got to serve chili and soup. That was a welcome change.

After school I had an Ike Riche practice, so I never got to drive Bre home. I think the only times I see Bre during the day is when I pick her up, during lunch and if I drive her home. And none of that is actually being WITH her. That's the same as getting a cab with somebody. It's not really the place to talk too seriously/silly. :P That's why I like the weekend so much. I get to actually hang out with her. Although on the down side of that, nobody else seems to be around to hang out with anymore either. Every time I call anybody, they're not home. :S I've stopped calling. Does anybody else have this problem, or is it just me? xD

I spent the evening watching "The Outlaw Josey Wales". You know I'm feeling off when I watch a movie. Movies are odd for me. I never watch them, I normally don't have the attention span. I'll talk about the movie some other time. I don't really feel like talking too much about it right now, although I'll say that Clint Eastwood is easily my favorite actor. Oh, the title's from that, by the way.

Now, I'm going to go back to talking to Bre. I've got nothing else to say. Good night all!
-Waldon

Waldon here, and tonight's title is the song I'm currently listening to. It may not be inventive or witty, but I like the song... So there. :P

I had a normal day in school, I suppose. I didn't do anything exciting at least. Well, I worked canteen with Bre again, but I do that every Tuesday, so there's really nothing new about that. It was fun though.

After school, Bre came over for a little bit since she didn't have to tutor. It was a fun afternoon. We talked and listened to music. A lot of people wonder how we can just sit and talk without doing anything else. It's one of my most favorite things to do! I love just sitting down with people, Bre especially, and telling stories or listening. I love to listen to things. Although I have trouble telling words apart sometimes. :S There's nothing more relaxing than being somewhere far away from town and just listening. You can hear birds and bugs, maybe dogs or the occasional rodent scampering on. Living life. Doing small-woodland-animal type things. :P Wind in leaves, especially. That's such a relaxing sound.

I just got back from Dance class an hour ago or so. After lifting the girls, we found out that I'm the only one who can lift one girl above my head easily. People asked how, and I said I liked working out. Again, that spawned another question;

Why do you like working out?

I'll answer that here, I suppose. But I'll start off with a statement. There are many, many different reasons that people work out. It's the same reason that people are putting themselves in contests or competitions for some, or it might be the thrill of doing it, heck, some people might even just be doing it for laughs. Others still do it for their health.

I do it for another reason completely. I do it because I was told as a child that as a Type 1 Diabetic diagnosed so young my life is likely going to be very unstable, physically. My body should be weak and frail. I have so many hormone deficiencies and genetic abrasions that it's ridiculous to think about. So I work out and make myself stronger...

Because I need to be stronger. I need to prove to myself, at the very least, that I'm not totally worthless. There's a rush that comes with exercise. A type of hormone called Endorphins are released with working out and they make your body feel very good, alive, fresh... strong. Like you could conquer the world. It's actually addictive, and without it people go through workout withdrawal. I work out to show myself that I can do things. I can achieve something if I try.

When I think back to being younger- not being able to run to the end of my street without collapsing, not even able to climb a tree without hurting my arms, or do a dozen sit ups because everybody was afraid I would break if I was put through too much stress because of my diabetes and assorted other diseases... I get more determined not to let myself fall back to that level. I work out with heavy weights and with extreme pressure to make myself develop physically to a level that nobody will ever be able to compete with, unless you're like myself.

In which case, you know exactly what I'm talking about right now, don't you? I can't explain it any more. It's all mental. You'd need to feel what I feel, or what people that think like me feel, to understand.

Anyway, I don't think I can expand any more on it. I'm not a bodybuilder. I'm not built like Arnold Schwarzenegger, or the Rock. But I'm strong enough. Stronger than most, if what I see around this town holds true.

So, I'm done for the night. Good night everybody. :)
-Waldon

Now, I think that is a legitimate question. I didn’t know the answer so I was free to ask it. Mom and Thomas were talking about something and it just popped into my head. Is “I think I love you” an opinion? Or is it just a statement? I don’t really know. Sometimes, when you’re stating an opinion, you start off with “I think,” correct? When you say “I think I love you,” that really is more of a statement, isn’t it? But in saying that, you sound unsure of yourself. I suppose loving someone isn’t really an opinion? It just sounds like one.

Soooooooooo… I’ve had writer’s block for several days now. Between that paragraph (^) and this one, there was about fifteen minutes of silence. It really sucked. I’ve been having so much trouble writing it’s absolutely ridiculous. My speech was due today, as I might have mentioned before. If I didn’t, well, my speech was due today. I didn’t have to present, thank goodness! That would have been awful because I’m still not feeling great. Oh well. It doesn’t matter anyway.

Did anything exciting happen today? Well… Junior did better on his Math test than I did on mine. That was quite the blow to my pride, I tell you. We had to work the canteen today at lunch. Deejay, Nikita, Junior, and I all went there. It was hot dog day again. I can’t STAND those things. They’re absolutely repulsive. I know I used to eat them, but if I were to eat one now, I’d throw up. Anywho. Everything went well. We ended up making WAY too many hot dogs. The price was reduced from 1.50$ to 1$ shortly before the choir kids showed up. This sold a few of them. We tried to pawn off several hot dogs at a time (like 6 to a person) just to get rid of them all. In the end, Junior went out into the cafeteria to give out the remaining 25 or so for free. THAT was when people wanted them. Ick. They’re just so disgusting. I can’t believe we got hot dog day at the canteen. Pizza day? I can handle. Hot dog day? Ugh.

After school, I had to stay in to tutor someone new. Today was our second day. I quite like him! He seems like a really nice young man. When we were done around 4:30, I sat out in the lobby and waited for Junior. I thought it was only fair, considering the circumstances. He was done a little while later, and he, Sam and I all left. On the way to drop Sam off we played an alphabet game. I started with the letter “A” and said a word that began with this letter. Junior was next, and Sam went third. We continued playing this game until we arrived in Sam’s driveway. As Sam was getting out of the truck, Junior finished with “Z.” I can’t remember the word, though… Then Junior dropped me off at home.

He had dance tonight, so I haven’t been talking to him too much. I was talking to him earlier before I had to go to the store, and now I’m talking to him again. Exciting stuff, oui? Other than that, I haven’t been doing much at all. I pigged out on Skittles because they were just sitting there. In total, I think I ate about a full big pack of them. Gosh, I really need a life. :(

Oh yes! Before I end this, I’d just like to thank my Mom for occasionally reading our blog. Love you, Mom! :)    Good night!

-Bre :)

Waldon here, and I'm really too tired to make much sense tonight. Or write a long blog for that matter. But I'll try, I promise.

Over the past 2 days I've been reading the Siddartha. It's the story of the Buddha (sort of). I've never been so relaxed by a book before, nor have I ever been able to so easily understand the reasoning behind what the character is wondering.

Seriously though. I'm really tired. I'm not going to be able to post too much more before I fall asleep. >.< I woke up about 4 hours early this morning after my insulin pump came disconnected and pulled off my body. Normally, that's unpleasant all on it's own. But today it pulled out just far enough while I was sleeping for the tube to come out and start jabbing me. It's a horrible feeling to have a lifeline come out. Contrary to logic, after having my tube loosened and free, my blood sugar level was low. O.o So I had something to eat ( I can't even remember what) and went back to bed.

Not that it did much good. I ended up just dozing for about 4 hours. >.<

So, Then I sat around all morning because Bre didn't want to hang out. I picked her up, we then went to school and did all that good stuff. Except for lunch. That was kind of crappy. Bre was working canteen and I didn't know. So I spent about 15 minutes looking for her because nobody bothered telling me, then spent the rest of lunch tooling around trying to find somebody to hang out with.

I'm really tired. Like... REALLY TIRED. So, good night all!
-Waldon

Waldon here, and can you guess what that question is? :P

"Is there anybody you'd like to punch in the face?"

I mean, really. Is that a question you just ask people? xD But to answer, yes. There is. In fact, there are several people. But if I am allowed to continue on this train of thought, I would not punch them. Punching people has only solved one of my problems and that was when both my problems and I were too young to work it out between ourselves. Punching people will not get me a grad date that means anything to me, nor will it fix my degenerate body or heal my wounded self-confidence. So, I'll say this to people now. Violence doesn't solve many problems and those problems can almost always be reached with a compromise for everybody. Just let things go. It's easier to just let past grievances stay forgotten or forgiven and accepted, than it is to bring them up needlessly. Although, that's easier said than done, I'll admit.

Anyways, onto the blog before I get myself into another long angry rant with no real purpose, eh?

This morning was a bit of an odd morning. I woke up late, and I had some odd dream about my dad... But I can't remember it, I wish I could. It would have made an excellent filler for the blog. :P After I had myself all readied and stuff, I found out that Bre is too sick to go to school today. I drove down anyway. I needed to pick some stuff up at her house, and I like seeing her in the morning.

First period I had math, and then art and then history. I spent all three periods reading or watching movies. It was ridiculous. I finished my book though. That's a plus. :P

Lunchtime was... weird. I was working the canteen, and things just became surreal. I think there was a gas leak or something. Hot Dog fumes? I was dancing and singing, I was even making stupid similes and funny voices. I scared off the neighboring canteen's customers. Maybe it was because Bre wasn't around. Withdrawal? I was kind of lonely. xD

After lunch was the same as the previous periods. I don't think I did any real work all day. I've got Nutrition first tomorrow, so I guess I'll have a repeat of today.

After supper I went to Dance class. My partner wasn't there, so I was just a spectator all night. Nothing really exciting. Now here I am, waiting/hoping for Bre to text back before I go to sleep. Good night all!
-Waldon

Ah, oui. Hot dogs. How I hate them. Naturally, every Tuesday, in the canteen, that’s exactly what we have to make. Hot dogs. Subs and sandwiches? I can sell that. Soup and chili? Love the stuff. Now, hot dogs, on the other hand, I can’t stand. There’s just something about eating them that just grosses me out. The fact that I don’t know what is put in them is a scary one. Beef and/or pork and/or chicken and/or platypus. Nope, that’s not going to fly with me. I like knowing what I eat! Like berries! Love them! Anywho… That isn’t my story. I was going to explain the title.

Today, at the canteen, we served hot dogs. As usual, the junior high students were a bunch of savages and crowded the canteen window. We’re lucky that many of them are polite. Not all, mind you, but many. Maybe not even half… But many. At one point during lunch, Deejay had to put more hot dogs on because we had run out and would need more. Ms. Edmunds came up in that time and asked if she could buy a couple and have them delivered to her in the junior high wing where she was on duty. We laughed, and I agreed to go down with them when they were ready. Five minutes later, I brought them down to her. She was so pumped! I absolutely loved it. Ms. Edmunds is amazing. Today in Religion class, we were talking about a crazy elite school in Halifax, Nova Scotia that had an incredible curriculum (shall I say?). Their art program was great, they put a great deal of focus on academics, and every morning, they meditate before they start their day. Now, this DOES have something to do with Religion. It is the Shambhala School (something to do with Buddhism, but, unfortunately, I can’t remember what!). Look it up on Google. The tuition is a decent price, too, for what students get from their time there.

I haven’t really done much today. Religion, Pre-Cal, Math, Canteen, French, Chemistry. I did my homework after school… I had supper at Nan and Pop’s… I picked Mom up from work… Aaahhh… I made really crappy cookies about an hour and a half ago. Jeepers, they’re bad. I used too much butter. That’s actually a funny thought because I had run out of butter and I hadn’t used enough, so I had to run to the store. Went to the store, got the butter, came home, used too much. Gosh. Not my night. Oh well. I’m sure SOMEONE will like them?

ACK! I forgot an important part of my day! GASP. Okay. While looking around for flour, I cut myself on the saran wrap cutter. We have one on the underside of the cabinet, so when I reached in to get the jar of flour, my hand grazed the sharp edge and cut me. It hurt SO bad! I should have put some Polysporin on it… Oh well. I’ll survive… I hope. (O-o)

Before I fall asleep on my keyboard, I’m going to bed.  Oh, p.s. This is usually posted after 5 pm Atlantic time, or 4 hours before London, England (ex. 5pm here, 9pm in London). Just throwing that out there. Good night!

-Bre :)

Waldon here and I love the title song. One of my nurses when I was having a prolonged stay at the hospital a few years back sang it during her rounds once. It cheered me up. I don't think there's a problem with my editor tonight, I can copy and paste at least. But that is no consolation to me when the post I had for last night doesn't have any importance now anyway since I'm too lazy to go back and change the tense of every verb to the past. Yeah, I'm lazy, but hopefully people who read this know me well enough to know that I'm not a total lost case. I'm not entirely incorrigible. :P

So I've had this twitch in my left eyelid for the past 3 days now. I think it was three days. I'm not sure when it started exactly. I'm fairly certain it was the day after my eye appointment though. Which reminds me, thank you so much Bre for driving me to and from there. I'd have been in a tough spot without somebody to guide me around. It's annoying. I can be doing anything when all of a sudden my left eye gets all blurry because my eyelid is doing jumping jacks. I mean, why? Why did my eye just up and decide to get an attitude? It's exasperating.

Today was just another regular school day, really. We worked in the canteen at lunch (Bre and I) with a couple other people. That was fun, although I've worked there for over 3 years now and I still haven't found out exactly what our hot dogs are made of. It looks like meat, it tastes kind of like meat, but I've eaten a lot of stuff, and I can tell there's very little real meat in that wiener. It's a mystery that I'm not entirely sure I want to solve.

After school I was planning to stay in for either Art Club or our Eurotrip meeting, but neither actually happened. So I drove my friend home, after which Bre and I went to our local arts and office supply store and picked some stuff up. I got some new inking pens, but I haven't thought of anything to try them out with yet. Anybody got any suggestions?

After supper I took my incredibly lazy dog for a walk. I love Gunner and I love walking at night. I spent the whole walk looking at the half moon and watching the clouds around it. It's fascinating. Every night you can be sure that the moon will be there following the same schedule it's been doing ever since it first entered Earths orbit. It seems like no matter how well we try to organize and schedule our lives, the randomness and diversity  of the wild nature has already beat us to it. Even though it's all changing every day, it changes for the same reasons that happen randomly. Flowers growing in a field? There IS nutrient, soil, water and sunlight/energy. Fish living in a stream? There IS food, warmth and security. We think that we can classify everything we do and call it a real neat order, but nature and wild beauty has been doing it for so long that it even takes every random event and puts it in it's place and resumes it's course. We have a lot to learn.

After the walk I had dance class, nothing new really happened at it, but I was told that I looked like a part of the clergy. Wait, that's a lie, something DID happen. Please forgive me, I don't try to lie. It just happens. :P

When I first got to my dance class, I was locked outdoors. Somebody had closed the one way locking doors. Wonderful. So, I stood around for a few minutes knocking. The people in the office next to the door ignored me. Off I went, around to the other side of the building to see if there was somebody near one of THOSE doors, no luck. By now I had been standing around the building for about 20 minutes or more. I should mention something, I was dressed in almost all black wearing ripped jeans. The Anglican Cross I had on my chest, you couldn't see. I wasn't a reassuring sight I assume. So when a young girl, maybe 10 years old, walks out into the hallway I knock on the door, she tries to ignore me, notices for certain. . .

And runs away.

Here I am, cold and alone outside of a building that's supposedly closed, dressed like a robber. Great, right? I go back to the main door and knock some more. Soon, the principal of the school comes out from his tutoring session because he actually hears me knocking this time and lets me in. Thank god he knows me. Otherwise I'd have probably been pretty far up that creek. Well, farther up that creek than previously. Dance class soon happens, nothing else really important during the night to report. I was texting Bre the whole time, so I wasn't rightfully alone, but I still felt a little uncomfortable waiting outdoors.

Anyway, I think I'm done for the night, so good night everybody.
-Waldon

SPOILER ALERT: Long ol' blog tonight, b'ys.

Yeah, that’s right. I’m just that awesome. Before I came downstairs to write this, I got myself a cup of coffee using Mom’s Tassimo machine. That thing amazes me! It’s so much faster than boiling the kettle and mixing your coffee yourself. Although, I do quite enjoy making my own instant coffee. It always comes out stronger than I had originally anticipated… Oh well! So, I got my coffee and came downstairs. When I sat down in front of my computer, lo and behold! There lay some Skittles that were screaming to be ingested. How could I refuse their last wish? I just had to eat them. Now here I sit, talking on MSN with Junior and Russell, eating Skittles and drinking coffee. This is amazing.

Like Junior, I too LOVE my coffee. However, I don’t drink it as often as Junior does – or rather, did. I am so very proud of him because he has cut down on his caffeine intake considerably since Christmas. He’s been doing really well with not drinking so much *coughSIXcough* coffee lately. Hopefully he keeps it up and his sleeping schedule becomes a little more regular. Oh yeah! I love coffee. I drink it black so that I can get all the taste of the coffee. I could NEVER taint it with such horrid substances as milk or sugar. Blech. The thought alone repulses me. Unfortunately, half of my coffee is gone and I don’t really want to get up and go upstairs to make another cup so I’ll have to make this bit last. With my coffee, I am eating Skittles. It’s kind of a frightening experience though! Mixed in with the Skittles are M&Ms. Every now and again I eat what I think is a Skittle… Which turns out to be an M&M. It’s kind of funny. It’s like drinking apple juice when you think you’re drinking orange juice –you have to wonder why your juice tastes funny. I did that before. Don’t judge me.  Oh, as for the French metal, it’s awesome. Because I’m in French Immersion, I can understand pretty much all of what they’re saying in their songs. The band is called Extério and I do believe they’re Québecois? Britt brought home one of their CDs last year (L’Album Monstre - 1ère Partie : Le Complot) and told me to listen to it. I didn’t think I would like it, but I loved it! It is now on my iPod and I listen to it frequently.

So, today was the first day back to school after Christmas for us. Junior picked me up this morning and we went to school. (OHMIGOSH, that was an M&M). First period this morning I had English with Mr. Crane. It was the best possible way to begin term two. We began watching Bram Stoker’s Dracula, starring Gary Oldman (woot!), Anthony Hopkins (woot!) and Keanu Reeves (… meh). Mr. Crane told us that he didn’t mind showing the movie to us, but he had to warn us about blood and nudity. He couldn’t expose us to “full frontal nudity” despite our age and maturity so he had to cover the screen using a magazine and give us a “tasteful” play-by-play of what was going on. It. Was. Hilarious. I go to English just to listen to all of the fun things that he has to say. Anywho. He covered the screen and told us what was happening. “Oh, no. That was gross. You really shouldn’t be watching this anyway. *screws up face* Ugh, nope. Not at all.” Hehehe. Mr. Crane, you’re amazing.

History was next and I was so glad to see Ms. Shortt again! I love her so much (^^). She’s always there when I need her! Religion was… Well, religious. Ms. Edmunds seemed really tired today. To be honest, everyone did. Ohmy. I think I went through an entire Religion class without threatening Scottie to stab him. Go me! I’m getting better, haha. Scottie and I have an awesome friendship. “Argh, you’re a pain.” “You SUCK.” “No, YOU suck!” “I love you! *smile*” “*Giggle* I love you too.” I love going to Religion class.

Today was also a canteen day! I met up with Junior, Nikita, and Deejay, and we all proceeded to the canteen. The snacks side of the canteen was closed because there was simply NO FOOD AT ALL in there. That was okay. So, we had a very slow day. There were about forty people each half of lunch? Maybe? Partway through the first half, we almost ran out of change so I had to run to the office in search of change. IT TURNS OUT that there’s no change there either. Only 5$ bills. We had to give people dimes. Other than that, we had a pretty good day in there. Slow, but okay.

Double Math with Mr. Lawrence was this afternoon. I had forgotten my calculator at home so Junior gave me his. IT WAS DEAD. I just had to laugh. Pre-cal and Math were okay too. Just okay though.

After school, Junior brought me home. What a sweetheart! He has such an amazing truck. It’s a ’92 Chevrolet with the most comfortable seats I have ever sat in. He has a cord to plug in his iPod so, naturally, we have some pretty awesome music going while we’re driving around together. It just suits Junior to the t. I’ll have to take a picture of him and his truck someday and post it.

OH GOSH. I’ve almost written a thousand words of nothing. Whoever is reading this must be bored to tears. I apologize!! Jeepers, who would want to read about what I did during a day? Haha, I’m done for now I suppose. I think I’ll get Junior to write a poem dedicated to coffee… But that’s for another day.

-          Bre :)