I've officially had writers blog for a week now.
So... happy presidents day.
That is all.

gledhill, mindy

She's adorable.

Her concert was extremely enjoyable even without her voice. That's right. The poor girl was sick. But she was amazing-- as were the decorations and the company. It was a more than lovely early Valentine's celebration. Thank you for the tickets Daddy! You're the greatest!!!!

ps. it's Valentines day TOMORROW! I'm excatic! Valentines Day is my most favorite holiday. Do you have any fun plans????

no more Mr. Nice Guy.

Dear Miss P,

You are not very nice to me and truth be told, I don't appreciate it. I realize substitutes have it rough (especially substitutes in high school) but you don't have to be mean. Sure, maybe you didn't like my attitude but before you call me out on mine, you should take a look at your own instead of asking me, (in front of the whole class) "What is your problem?" Exsqueeeeeeeeeeze me? Yeah. Classy. Let's take this outside!!!! Just kidding... I wish. But now I shall bid you adieu. I don't want to think about your rudeness anymore. So, I shan't. Ha!

Farewell Miss P.
Nice knowin ya.

SB

ps. grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. (I just fel the need to add that in here.)

Remember that one time I was kidnapped...

... on my birthday? By Keke, Mar Par, Jake and Curtis? Well I just found a video from it. Since when was it recorded?!? Well, either way, I found it and it made me smile. I have cute friends:)

2/4

Happy belated birthday Papa.

You are amazing, did you know that?

You are such an incredible example to me.

You have taught me how to dream and pursue that dream.

Enough can't be said about you Paps.

Nothing could ever serve you justice.

I love you Daddy.

We all do. (Mommy, Dano, Keke and I. Oh and Abbey)

And I know of many, many others who do too.

I am so blessed to have you as a Father.

Love always, Sashy

Six things I learned from being pulled over...

6. (pre popo sighting) First off, don't stay too late at your friend's house. Set your alarm or wear a watch on your forehead and bring a hand held mirror so you can constantly look at it but just DON'T LEAVE LATE.
5. (pre popo sighting) Don't speed. Even if no one is on the road with you. Don't do it. Even if it's an accident and you simply don't notice that you're gong X mph over the speed limit.
4. Don't speed up when you see the flashng lights behind you. Yep, I confess. Tht was my first thought. But don't worry, my right mind kicked in and said, "ARE YOU STUPID?!?!" It worked and I slowed down. However it was super, super awkward because I got stuck at a light and the police car was behind me. Don't worry my heart was racing the entire red light. Longest red light ever.
3. Know where your registration is. Specifically. I knew it was in the glove box but I gave Officer R every piece of paper in there before I gave him the right one. Awkward.
2. Pray. And pray hard. When Officer R went back to his car with my license and registration, I prayed. A lot. A ticket right now? No bueno. (However, when is a ticket ever convenient...)
1. Don't cry. Or cry. I can't decide. I held it together until he came back to my car and said, "Have you ever had a ticket before?" Cue the sobs. That's right. They were extremely attrative. As soon as I started crying a wee bit uncontrollably, his facial exression softened a bit and he started to talk to me about deers and such. (Apparently 5-6 deers are hit a week on universtiy ave. Sad huh.) Finally he said, "... so I'll just give you a warning tonight. Can you promise to be more aware of the speed limit?" You bet I can!!!! And the absolute last thing he said before he went to his car... "And Alexandra, next time you get a ticket, try not to cry as much." Okay Officer R. I'll try my darndest not to. But you guys are scary!

However, thank you SO much for your kindness. You were just doing your job and I truly appreciate your service to the city.

PS please don't pull me over anytime again soon. I've been traumatized and can't say I'll get over it anytime soon.... JK but seriously...

PS surprise daddy!

We're Back.

Back in September C and A made letter shaped cookies and a stick figure cookie man:

PS they doorbell ditched them to a girl's house in A's neighborhood because it was her birthday! But... just a few weeks ago I learned it was the wrong house. Whoopsies.

Last night, they made a pizza. (Can you see the C & A. They thought they were clever...)

I ate half of it. It was absolutely scrumptious.