Let Me Tell You About My Hair

Strange topic for a post, but hey, when have I ever been normal?

Motivational Speaker

I just love Chris Farley. I remember when he died thinking that it was quite sad. But I wasn't allowed to watch any of his movies growing up (which I'm completely okay with because I turned out weird enough as it is) so at the time I didn't understand how much talent and genius had left this world. So sad. Having now seen almost every movie he was in as well as having enjoyed the "Saturday Night Live: Best of Chris Farley" a few times, I can honestly tell you that he was one of my favorite actors. So hilarious.

Those Were the Days

I am originally from California. Please don't hold it against me.

I was born in Victorville over 27 years ago (still kinda weird).

My Grandpa

My dad's dad passed away on October 29th, 2010. The next day, my brother, sister-in-law, and I drove to Phoenix and then Washington to be with my parents at the funeral. That trip will have its own post on another day.

Terrified

Okay I realize it's been about two months since I've posted anything and that is just pathetic. I am sorry. I have been down a path of self-discovery these past few days which has ended with this: I am terrified to write.
If you don't know me, that might not seem like a big deal.
If you know of me, that might not seem like a big deal.

Dear Chevy Cheyenne,

Dear Chevy Cheyenne,

How I miss you.  You belonged to me for such a short period of my life, but you meant so much.  Remember how I would lay down across your wonderful bench seat and nap anywhere and everywhere?  And the springs in the driver’s part were broken by me? Do you remember me as a wee little tike, age 2, time to get out, walking across to the edge, simply kicking my feet out and landing on my bum? So when I drove you at age 21, I had to sit on a pillow just so I would be able to see?  Good times.