Hello :)

Just a few minutes ago I had this idea that hit me and I HAD to blog it...now I've forgotten what that idea was. But I do have a few thoughts...

It has come to my knowledge that I am a bit of a creeper. I will sometimes get on other peoples blogs and read them and they have no idea I'm doing it...and I just never subscribe 'cause I worry they'll be weirded out by the fact that I'm following them for some strange reason (the reason would be that they either have a very interesting life, typically not, they take really pretty pictures and post them or they are just funny or uplifting in their posts) but anyways it just hit me that that's a little bit strange. And then I wondered who's being a creeper reading my blog secretly??? Oh, and unless you really are a creeper, I probably wont think you're a creeper and besides, you probably don't exist anyhow :)

Also, my milk jug question has not been answered. You should answer it.

Yes, YOU.

(This is where *you* go answer my milk jog question...seriously.)

I am thinking summer, now. Endurance riding, now. SUNSHINE, no school, freedom....can't wait :)

Oh yeah! I figured something out. If you want flowers (this wasn't preplanned just heads up) but don't want to be a girlfriendzilla (haha kinda like a frienemy...thank you silly word maker-uper people) by telling your boy the grey skies are killing you and you NEED flowers, I have the solution for you!!!

Clean the kitchen while your parents are out, but don't stop there. Steal your Momma's sugarland cd and turn it up nice and noisy and clean the floors. Then get grossed out by how icky the baseboards are. When the floor dries, begin washing the base boards. Then the cabinets. Then open the cabinet to clean the cabinet door and see how gross that is inside, and dump the contents of the cabinet on the floor and clean that too. After listening to the cd 5 times in a row realize that you need something new and switch to radio. Keep cleaning until they get home... trust me, the fridge needs it too. When they do get home and see how much you've done the obvious question will be, "So why did you decide to do this?" (HINT: Do not tell them you read about it and wanted flowers, that makes you look spoiled and conceded.) Tell them it was gross and you just needed it clean. Continue cleaning. Later, once you have secured your spot as favorite child of the day, say, "Tomorrow can we get flowers?" (TIP: Ask your dad, he's already used to buying flowers for your mom; your mom is not used to buying flowers.) When they say yes clean for a few more minutes and wrap it up. TADA! Now you have buku brownie points, favorite child privileges AND flowers.

Genius, is it not?