When I was a little girl, every time I got a new diary, the first entry would be pretty much my life story... Since my life at the time was only about 9 years long, it wasn't very a lengthy story. Not to mention the fact that I was easily distracted by cartoons on TV or a spoonful of peanut butter. But now that I am nearly nineteen years old, I can safely say that my life story has doubled in length, and while it's probably only interesting to me, I think I should remain true to my inner nine year old and begin this diary-like weblog with a little bit about myself...




I am the third child of four. First born is my sister, Cassandra (the one who you think is showing her boob. She's not, I swear, it's just a flesh colored bra..). Then came my brother Nathan (third from the right, not wearing a shirt). Three years after Nathan, I came along. I was a 'foundling,' or so they said. I grewup not looking like anyone in my family. How I ended up with red hair, no one will ever know... But I'm definitely a product of my parents. I am pretty much my mother when it comes to personality, and my dad gave me gift of being left-handed (Btw, the left handed notebooks in the CBX bookstore make me so mad. What's the point? It's only going to confuse us. We've spent our whole lives with the pen marks lining the side of our hand, and living in a right hand world, that a left hand notebook would probably be more of an inconvenience than the stupid ring on the right handers notebook). Six years later my little sister, Harper, joined the picture (she's the one photoshopped into the background).


I have a niece named Hadley...



...and another one named Kalia on the way. She should be here by Wednesday.

At home, we have our own little farm of four horses (Bailey, Beau, Nickel, and Zeke), 3 dogs (Snickers, Mocha, and Bones), and 2 cats (Xena and Andy).

I love photography, John Mayer, traveling, the library, red shoes, hats (although I don't wear them often). mismatching, really really bad jokes, and Mexican food.

Now, I need a shower.