Monday, June 22, 2009

Fathers Day hey hey hey

 Last week i went to the store to get good old Max a fathers day gift. When i got to the store i asked this girl who was working where something was, she said she was not sure where it was but she would look. So she came back and said how she didn't know. "DANG " i said, then i turned to her and said "well what are you getting you dad for fathers day i have no good ideas" she looked at me (with the same look i get from ALOT from people here and said "umm... i have not really though about it" then turned and walked away. 
I ended up getting him this protein shake stuff he likes and sunday after church i got the boys to give it to him with a big pink bow on it! He was was a little surprised... turns out fathers-day is in september in Australia who new? That girl must have though i was a stress case. If she only new that my talent was procrastination. 
And to top it off it was the next sunday that it was fathers-day back home. I still let max keep the lovely gift... he deserved it!! 
OH  and Happy Fathers Day Father!!  

Thursday, June 18, 2009

My almost Friend

Off the top of my head lets talk about friends today.

Back home I have friends i really do. They are funny,lame,odd,beautiful and the best part is that we don't have to try to have fun. Some of my favorite memories come from hanging out in someones kitchen (kitchen how typical) Oh how i miss those days. Now in the land down under its a little harder to just chill with some "home g's" you know?
In my current situation instead of friends I have the girls at the salon. Instead of laughing (and i mean really laughing) i do the "polite grin" man i hate the polite grin. Then to top it off, instead of a kitchen, the comfort place where bonding happens, I have a crowded back room at a salon. The dryer never stops tumbling, rollers fall in your food and there are 8 different perfumes spritzed ever 20min. Cheers
Last Monday i worked at the other salon (there are 2 salons with the same owner and since i am casual i jump around where they need me) So i was working at "Jtwo" I met a new girl ( not new to the salon just new to me) lets call her "red". Me and Red really hit if off you know, we were chatting and getting along great. Other than the fact that she informed me that she was going to get a pack-man tatoo on the bottom of her toes... she seemed really nice, and dare i say normal?
Someone I could chill with? Before i new it we had made plans to go to the show on Saturday night. All week i thought about Zach... naturally we were going t see "17 again" Tina said it was a must see and she knows her acting (i think she should be a movie critic) Anywho I cleared my schedule for Saturday night WHOOT WHOOT.
I worked at "J two" on Saturday, I was glad i had a friend there to talk to. And yes i mean " had" as in past-tense.
When i got to work i looked for my friend Red. She was about 5.7 short brown hair, kind eyes and really smiley! I looked around the salon and could not see her welcome face anywhere. I finally caved and asked one of the girls where she was... She pointed. Accross the room, sitting in a chair, head down... was Red. She had jeans on... they had straps and snaps all over the legs... a tight high neck red tank-top and a fuzzy gray scarf (and not a fashion scarf....more of a winter look) Her hair was now a bright solid purple/red and all fuzzy. Her once kind eyes were now smudged black and her smile was now replaced with a "i feel like i an going to vomit" formation. She sat there with a bag of buns (she said they help with the hang over)

Oh the way we were.. just 5 short days ago. Needless to say i think she had forgotten about "Zach time" And why do I call her Red? Well it's a combination really, her top and her hair... sweet as.. sweet as!!

Saturday, June 13, 2009

The Time I Fell For The SoAp MAN

Sometimes people make mistakes.

Sometimes our senses are just not working.

Sometimes we are merely blinded..... in my case it was a peace of fabric?

I can remember the day well. You know how it is... the salon is crazy.. people coming and going. You book up so fast that you don't have time to stop and see what's right in front of you. Well i decided to slow down "smell the roses" if you will. So i was directed to the men's section where my next client was caped and ready for a hair cut.(I only take 15 min for a men's cut but i was booked out 30, so i could have a quick break) I introduced myself and started up some small talk. Before i new it we were chatting away, talking about travel, shopping, you name it. Other than the fact that he was going bald and had a mullet, i could not stop enjoying out conversation! He sat quite tall in his chair meaning he was tall, and that made me happy. I found that all my bottled up flirtatious energy was leaking out into our conversation. Some of the girls were staring at me, but i could not see why. I was blinded i suppose.

Before i new it my next client was waiting and the 30 min had passed. It felt to soon. Our time ran out so fast... to fast i thought to myself as i took off the cape. And then.... my mind froze. There standing before me was a 5.5 man in a tank top and short short short short (jean cutoffs). I will never understand that clothing choice for a dude. As i rang the hair cut into the computer, he was still talking i tried to focus but my mind was still frozen on his hairy legs and short shorts.

When he left the girls came up to me and asked what we were talking about, for the life of me I could not remember. They then told me that he was the "soap man" (the dude who sells soap at the stand in the mall) A flush of blood filled my cheeks. The soap man blinded me. I don't know if it was the deception of his height of his cheese grin but i was blinded bye love... or was it a cape?

Saturday, June 6, 2009

My youth ... its gone...

April 17th 2009... that was the day. It came to soon ya know... i was just not mentally ready for it. What was "it " you might ask.. "it" was my title. My excuse for a lot of the things i do, my spunk, My teenage years!! I regretfully was forced by time to drop the "teen" and become 20. I'M 20!

The ring is just not there anymore, you know the enthusiasm "teen" brings to a sentence when pronounced... its just not there when you say twenty. My teens, were taken from me.

I have struggled ever since that fateful day to think positively, reminding myself that i am still ME. I can still get away with things like Christmas cards harmless pranks and music videos. After i gave this some serious thought though i came to the conclusion that this is a new leaf. My 20's... they could be amazing, possibly even better then my teen years. Things were looking up. Until i went to work.

My first client, she was shy.... didn't talk much. But after about 15 min she warmed up and started to talk to me. It came up that it was her birthday. I decided right then and there that i was going to style her hair SO CUTE, just to make her day even better ( and not charge her, hey I'm a nice girl). So i mentally decided this and kept our conversation going. Some time passed and she asked me how old i was, i told her to guess (excited to here her answer)
I wish i could un-hear what i heard. My ears burned, my thoughts swelled and I was forced to keep my tear ducts under control. She answered light and breezy " late twenties....29 i would say"
I wanted to take the clippers to her now perfect concave bob. I now regretted spending so much time smoothing out the fuzzy 22 year old curls. Who did she think she was ripping my 20's from me like that? i only just got them. I only just accepted the fact that my 20' s could be great. And she had the nerve to think that "late 20's...29 i think" was not going to hurt.. far out!
But what could i do? I smiled the polite smile and said "oh just a little off, but dont worry, i get it all the time". I lied, I do NOT get it all the time. The fact is that if i did get that all the time i would be in for some SERIOUS BOTOX. I'm only 20.... and i love it?

Sunday, April 5, 2009

The Phone call

I am ever so sorry sorry to everyone for not including one tiny little detail to the saga of my first job here in Aussie land ... the part where i quit my job. Ooopps forgive me, let me continue.
When I finished kissing the kitchen floor and FINALLY took a much needed shower i started to think, what am i going to do??? When Luke dropped me off he said " I will give you a call next week or closer to the weekend and let you know when we are going to start up again." Any normal person, that went through what i just did, would have said something along the lines of "yah i don't think i can do this anymore" or "thanx for the job but i don't think this is going to work." ANYTHING but no what do i say .... well in my head i was screaming "ARE YOU SERIOUS i am a hair stylist, I can't take all the aussie men, the 4% milk, all the bouncing around in a combine cab with you ANYMORE, no more irish stew, no more infested beds and NO more showers that smell like dead animals!" but no my verbal response was "ok thanx". GREAT i didn't know what to do.

I could not stop thinking about it. If i quit i would have to call him and I really didn't want to do that. He would not understand, I was acting like I loved the job. I played the part of a Canadian girl that loves to combine VERY well. I even started to fool myself. I have a problem, all i want to do is please people!

Me Max and Mell talked that night and it was decided that i would quit (like it was a hard choice or something) The next day i called the family to tell them all about it. I could not make the phone call no matter how bad i wanted to i just could not do it. I told Mell she had to take away something of mine if i had not called by the time she got back from the store. I called Jacklyn and tried to make her call him and pretend she was me, how could he tell one Canadian from another? She didn't have any long distance.... but then again i guess it would look a little off when the caller ID said "United States". I just had to do it, what was so hard? its not like he could hurt me threw the phone.

Well mell had some people from the ward coming over for a dinner thing and i realized i had to call before they arrived or else i would not be able to relax and have a good time. So I called and man was i happy when i got the machine SO HAPPY. I left a message..."hey Luke its me (like i was a old friend or something... and then i added) Angela... if you could just call me back that would be good thanx" I AM RETARDED now it was worse I WAS WAITING FOR HIM TO CALL NOW. You would have though i was on some serious drugs if you saw the way i was shaking and could not sit still.
The sisters in the ward started to arrive and my cell phone rang i took my sweet time getting it and to my darn luck i missed it.... dang?
At last i just relaxed, I could call him in the morning and just get it over with... THE HOUSE PHONE RANG ...i about crapped my skinny jeans. (i swear they are NOT that tight just nice for a long top and or boots) Mell asked me if i could get it ... i knew who it was... i started to panic. All day i was practicing what i was going to say, i made Mell act like she was Luke and i was me over and over again.... i even held my hand up to my face like a phone and talked into it over and over again. I made notes in point form just in case i forgot what to say. But this .... this was out of the blue... i had no words no nice little intro to the news i was about to give him. I had never felt more helpless in my life.... i think.
I pressed TALK
Me "whimper Hello"
LUKE "ah yea Angela, its luke"
ME "oh hey"
............... long pause words... THINK ANGELA THINK
LUKE "Sorry i missed your call i was down stairs"
ME "oh were you...that's nice"
LUKE "Yea....?"
(i could tell it was my turn to say something but i could not form words)
ME "oh ya i called you ... i just wanted to talk to you about work...
LUKE "yea yea what was it?
ME "oh well i just was going to tell you... that....i ... am going to have to help Max and Mell move this week so i don't now if i can work.....?
LUKE " oh yah right oh well when are you moving?
ME " oh i don't know... but... ummm after we move we are going to Brisbane for the weekend...
LUKE "oh .......................... (long long long was my turn to talk again.)
ME "And after that i think i am going to get a job in a salon.....
LUKE (didn't say anything just make a noise like WHAT)
ME "i mean i am a hair stylist...
LUKE "ok?"
ME "i am no good at this field work....."
LUKE "ok......"
ME "Thank you so much for the chance and everything but i am just a baby?"
LUKE " um... ok .... well ... ah..."
ME " Yah...i'm sorry i don't know what else to say except thank you?"
LUKE "i guess i will get you some cash here in the next week "
ME " yah that would be good"
( long pause and at the same time BYE )
I hid my face in a pillow for like 30 seconds i was bright red and didn't know what i just said or if it made any sense. Ifelt so bad SO BAD almost made my self sick bad... and then i started to think WHY DO I FEEL BAD . People quit jobs for allot less.

Anywho from this i have learned, well i don't really know... i guess i leaned not to live in a "farm house" with 5 men ... never to take a shower for granted.... but i think the one thing i really learned was that the OUT BACK is no joke....and not to be taken lightly THIS KIND OF STUFF HAPPENES TO REAL PEOPLE EVERY DAY!
Man alive .....THE END

Thursday, April 2, 2009

To anyone that has ever been Dumped!

If anyone has a good " i got dumped and didn't see it coming" story please respond to this post because i just don't know what to do! I am a open sea of emotion?

I went to Italy 5 years ago for a school trip it was AMAZING! I loved everything about it. The history is to much to take in, everything has a story and you just want to take pictures of everything so that you can remember it all perfectly. The buildings are magnificent. They set you in a trance they are so amazing. The feeling you get walking down the streets of Rome is indescribable. Its just magic pure magic if you have never been go just go. Now on with my story, one afternoon on the trip we had some free time to go around and look at the shops and shop a little. It was fate i bumped into an Italian guy named Vincenzzo (yes that is how you spell it). All i wanted was some gelato but I got a kiss and a 5 year long pen pal. who new right?(don't judge me, I was in a foreign country)
So "Vince" or "Vinny" and I stayed in touch. He would e-mail me every so often and tell me about life. At the end of ever letter he would say
"love your Italian love VINX" and some times he would throw in "your boyfriend"??
I never really though anything of it. Helloooo he lives in Italy. So it went on like this every so often over the years, if anything I just thought it was kinda fun-funny to stay in touch.

Well when i first got to Australia he sent me a e mail and in it was a poem.... yes a poem. It was sweet touching... he send me a cheesy poem..... very very "mushy gushy". What??? its how he felt alright (I tend to have this effect on people heheh) I though to myself what could it hurt I can be nice and send him a little love letter. Sooooo I 100% put myself on the line and said things like " i miss you" and "am I ever going to see you again" you know just playing the part of a long lost love. Long distance eh its so hard on a healthy couple.
Anywho, i had forgot about the little love note until..... April 2nd 2009
Dear Angi
I don't want to hurt you I miss you to but I have a new girl friend her name is "bla bla". I hope this does not hurt you...I still want you to e-mail me.... but we are so far away you understand?
love VINX
(something like that)

I though it was some sick joke... maybe it was still April 1st in Italy i though to myself. But no.... it was not a joke!
Do you feel my pain? I was heart broken, all this time we were "in a relationship" and he just walked out on me, just like that! It was almost to much to take. So I did what any heart broken girl would do in a situation like this. Ice cream and chick flicks, I think I am going to recover.
Although it was a shock that I was being dumped by someone that I met once 5 years ago it still hurt you know?

Well I guess All I can do right now is head over to the coast for the weekend and hit the beach don't you feel bad for me??? First Vinx now I have to get a Tan.... ahh my life

Monday, March 23, 2009

after my "shower" and Day 2

 Warning if you did not read my last post you might want to do that before you even think about reading this!! 
 I followed Luke to the end of the hall and was introduced to my room. The foam that was once in the back seat of the truck was now placed over a stained mattress, now acting as my bed. He gave me a blanket (a brown one... one of those ones that have like a eagle or a deer on it) I had brought my own pillow. (thank goodness) 
I did my best to "make my bed." I decided that the best way to do it was to fold the blanket in half and sleep in it like a sleeping bag with hopes that I would not touch the foam with my bare skin.  
Then i had my "shower" and when i got back into my room i decided it was time to change my socks, as i was doing so, i happened to look up.  My attention was drawn to the poster at the head of my bed.  Two hot babes in leather on a motor bike, charming!
 I had to leave my room to find a bin (garbage) so i could dispose of my socks, naturally. While i was out i decided i needed to be social and get to know my fellow workers. 
They were all siting on the couches, so i sat on the corner of the bed that was in the living room. When i sat down i felt something roll down that mattress and pool at my butt (the way sand does when you are at the beach and sit on a towel savy ?) Well it was just like that, but in my case it was mouse poop... i could not breath. I held my breath, stood up, and said no thank you to the 3 beers handed in my direction still holding my breath all the way to my room. When i shut the door, i did my "grossed out dance." It looks something like me jumping around flaling my arms and having a very sick look on my face followed by the quivers. 
     When i got myself together i decided i was going to do my crest white strips, write in my journal and then try to sleep. As i was putting on my white strips a mozzie (i am so all about aussie slang) landed on it and got suck.... because why, i am Angela Bridge and why would that not happen to me. I just turned off the light put my Ipod on and tried to sleep. However, my Ipod died after the first 30 seconds. Sweet dreams angie cat, sweet dreams. 
( Description of the kitchen-the counters were covered in a thick layer of dead bugs, i don't think they had ever been washed. The sink was white now turned brown and i do believe the garbage had been there since the "house" was built) 
    Peter gave me a bang on the door to get up but i was already awake; i had to pee since 5:30 but i didn't want to bump into anyone on the way to the bathroom... and well i didn't want a frog to bite my bum. Breakfast consisted of wheat bix (just like shreded wheat at home) so i put one in my bowl and went for the milk... yah it was like 4% i swear i took one bite and the cream instantly coasted my mouth and i found it hard to swallow. That was nice since i forgot my toothbrush, the good old finger scrub did the trick (tear tear). We ( me, luke,peter) you know the "crew" watched the morning show and then took off to the field. 
   Another long day at the office as tina would say but for me no..... another long day on a combine with luke. for those of you that have not been in a combine i will en-lighten you. 2 seats the driver seat bounces up and down so that you "move with the combine" and the other one you feel like your bum is going to break when you hit bumps. So just me and Luke all day long .... all day.... no time apart... ALL DAY. Luke does not listen the radio so it was just the buzz of the combine that we rocked out to. The one time that he did turn it on; i almost pinched myself again.  i had to look out the window to stop from laughing when he started to dance to the beat. The truck drivers kept trying to talk to me on the 2 way radio, they said they liked my accent... did i feel violated or a little creeped out who me ... no never! 
 When we were done, we headed to town. Now, ask me what i did for St Paddys Day? I went to the pub and watched people get drunk in green sequence... why yes... yes i did. Oh and i also ordered the veggie soup with a roll. (that seemed safe?) So I went outside to call Max and Mel to tell them about my day, and Luke was just going to order for me. When i got back inside he told me that they got me the St Paddys Day special... can you guess... Irish stew.....yum right? Well it smelt like my shower and looked like well...not good. I kept putting salt on it so that i could at least eat the potato. Luke laughed at me and said " my wife really likes pepper too" I HATE PEPPER !!the pepper here is not only did i have irish stew it was really hot from all the pepper i added YUM.
               I feel like this is way to long, but i cant get it all in with just a little post! 
    We got back and i had yet another "shower." ( this time i washed my feet and face and i think i smelt worse after) I went to sleep as fast i could. I got up the next morning to find out that peter was going to finish the field that luke and I had been working on. I have to get tecnical here. The field we had been working on for 2 days was 400 acers. Peter was taking over this one and we were off for a 3 hr drive to start a new field that was 1000 acers do you feel my pain? So now we were going to be gone till friday night. I almost started to cry tears of fear. On our way to this field of death, we stoped at a old family friends house. Cliffie was older and drove a Doge, this was the point of the stop. To see Cliffies truck it was american and very cool, i guess. (Cliffie was a 64 year old chain smoker and welder...and i might add he was a hot old guy !! i'm sorry but its true) The best year of his life was 47... i know this because i asked him why his license plate said "clifi 47" what a cool guy eh. 
     I prayed like i have never prayed before and i kid you not it started raining buckets. Jacklyn asked me how i got home and i told her "threw the mercy of prayer". I could not stop smiling and when i got back (after the 
4 hr drive) i planted my self on the kitchen floor and just was happy to be home. 


Friday, March 20, 2009

Do one thing a day that scares you...not 500!

My brother Max thought he would be a good older brother and find me a job, luck fell upon us and one of his patients just so happened to be a farmer that was looking for some people to drive his combines. My brother told him about me and poof I got the job. So Luke (my boss) came to pick me up at 6:00 am March 15th. Now I must add, when I was told about the job they said that we would be doing some over night jobs, but they pay for everything food, hotel the works, so I agreed. Little did I know that my first job was 3 days long. When I got in his truck that fateful day and he pointed to the foam in the back seat and said "thats your bed" I almost started crying on the spot. I asked him if we were picking up anyone else, he said no, and we had 3 hours to go till we got to the field. So off we went just me and my good old buddy Luke. About 15 min into the drive BOOM we hit a kangaroo..... on my side!!! You would have thought that the hit would have been a good conversation starter but other than some foul language on his part, you would have thought it never happened. No more that 10 min later BANG we hit a wild turkey that smashed in the front window (on his side) and once again nothing. Other than the glass flying threw the car and some VERY foul language on his part again NOTHING it didn't even come up in conversation. I was trying to control myself from laughing at him so  I looked out my window and pinched my leg so hard to stop from laughing! (later i looked and there was a bruise)  We continued driving but he had to lean over to look through the passenger side of the truck... it was not awkward or uncomfortable..... not one bit! 
We made a stop at one of his friends houses to get something while we were there I pulled out my cell phone to see if I could get some service. There I was in a pink shirt, shorts, a big flower bag, pink cell phone and my big white sun glasses with about 5 Australian farmers. After I came to the sad reality that I was not going to get service I went over to the truck where they were all talking..... it was silent for a moment and one of them said "wow you just fit right in here don't you" 
At last we got to the farm where we would be picking up the combine to take to the field. While we were there a man (about 6.1, 300 pounds, big old hat and a THICK accent) said we could sleep in the farm house. I turned to look at it but all i could see was a shed. After unpacking all the stuff out of the truck into the "farm house" we headed down to the field to get started. Luke said to me "Ang you hop in the truck and i will direct you on the 2 way radio" So i got in the truck that was pulling a trailer, stick shift, smashed in window AND I have never driven on the other side of the road before. READY SET JUMP! 
I don't know how I managed but after stalling only 4 times, accidentally leaving the park break on and driving on the wrong side of the high way twice, I lived.
 This day just did not want to end. But when we were done at the field we headed into town where we should have a beer at the local pub and just "relax" I really fit in with my pink shirt and coke with a straw (picture it) 
The climax of this tragic tail was when we got back to the "farm house"  Peter (Lukes old man about 5.5 skinny 3 maybe 4 front teeth) pulled a towel out of his backpack and handed it to me "Here Ang you can go take a shower" I almost started crying I held it together until I got into the bathroom. The Tub was covered in dead flies and a cockroach was crawling around the drain, the sink had a spider-web covering half of t, and I swear I heard a frog in the toilet. Luke had told me there was soap in the shower and when I saw it that was the end; I started dry heaving and ran to my "room" to get my camera. I was crying/laughing!! The soap was about 10 bars all used and stuck together with bugs and crap covering the dish. You pick up one and you pick up all. I could not force myself to shower so I just turned the tap on with a square of TP and ran the water for 10 min standing outside the shower trying not to breath in the smell of the water. ( it smelt like cow poop) So there I was in what I thought was the closest thing you could get to a "beef sauna" wishing I could tap my heals and GO HOME .... but sadly I am not Dorthy. 
To be Continued....

Thursday, March 5, 2009

I think I'm gonna like it here! (you have to sing it just like off Annie)

To eat list

Meat Pie! This was the first thing that i had in Australia Peta and Jason were really really good about getting me to try all the food aussies love. It was really good but i don't understand why they put mushed up peas on the top? I also tried a cherry ripe a caramel koala, ginger beer, fish and chips WITH  chicken salt and last but defiantly not least tim tams and a tim tam slam!! 

Down Under

Hello family and friends i have been trying to get to a computer to do some updating so here i am. I have done so many things since I have been here. I will start at the beginning. To start how about the plane. My seat was in the side but in the middle: I sat between a girl and a auzzie guy. We were talking getting along great when i asked the question "how long have you been away from home?" he looked at me all confused like and said "I'm english"... there was a very long uncomfortable silence and then the drink cart came around....i was a little embarrassed to say the least. But it was ok i popped 2 tylenol pm's and was out for the next 10hr's. When i first landed I was wandering around the airport i must have looked like a lost puppy because an aussie lady asked me where i was off to. I told her and then she told me where to go but i could not really understand her and i just said thank you so much and then stood their. She put her hands on her hips looked me down like I was stupid and said "what the hell are you doing still standin here gate 8" I felt so stupid i ran to gate  8 AHAHA!! When i got to the air port in Brisbane Peta picked me up, she lives in Brisbane and is the nicest person ever. She made me feel right at home in a very big different place.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

So long

To whom it may concern: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE POSTER!!
I am leaving Raymond in about 20 min and I just had to make time to let you all know that I LOVE it and am going to miss you all!! AUSTRALIA HERE I COME

Sunday, February 15, 2009

oh paper boy

Now I have always though that blogs are for people with kids…peter is that to me or at least he thinks I am his mom. Paying for stuff, picking him up, taking him lunch, this kid just can't function without me!! Haha
But it has become a little tradition for me to drive him on his paper route. What a pain…except that I am actually going to miss it or him one of the two.

Such good help i have

In my first post I asked if anyone knew how to pack for a trip like this.
Just my luck no one responded…so I got peter to help me as you can see he is really good at it! NOT.
I have made around 20 lists and can’t find one. I have been washing my clothes and then ironing them all (apparently if you iron them you can fit a lot more in your bag so that is what I have been doing) This morning mom walked into the kitchen and started one of her laughing fits when she saw me ironing my underwear…what? I need the space.

The day of LOVE

Grayden and Claudia have really out done themselves this Valentines day. But just the same happy Valentines day to me. Thank you so much I will always know what time it is even though I will be so far away from you. Love you mom and dad!

Oh how i love Alberta

Can you say BEAUTIFUL!

I have been saying how I want it to snow so
So bad before I leave but all it was doing was melting away then one morning
I work up to this. I was so happy. I am in love with Alberta it will always be home sweet home!

My 10 favorite things about home.

1. Waterton
2. going to the grandparents on Sunday
3.good old family pranks
4.videos with the cousins home evening?? Siblings you understand
6.when mom changes the curtains for every season
7.when dad puts the head phones on to play the piano and sings…?
8.aunts uncles and cousins naturally
10.the back yard in the summer time

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Can i do anything normal?

Hello people that blog...I am new at this so let me just explain something to you, I cant spell, I am really bad at telling story's (if its not in person) and I am retarded when it comes to computers...and I have decided to make a blog to document my trip to AUSTRALIA!!
I move Feb 17Th. That was not a spelling mistake yes I meant move not just a trip I am moving across
the world how do you pack for that?
I have promised my sisters that I will keep them up to speed while I am there and Jacklyn said this is the way to do it