Oh, you Naked Lady on my bicycle, you're so cute

Things I found on the internet about bicycles:


Why should anyone steal a watch when he could steal a bicycle?  ~Flann O'Brien


The bicycle, the bicycle surely, should always be the vehicle of novelists and poets.  ~Christopher Morley


The bicycle is the most civilized conveyance known to man.  Other forms of transport grow daily more nightmarish.  Only the bicycle remains pure in heart.  ~Iris Murdoch, The Red and the Green


The bicycle is a curious vehicle.  Its passenger is its engine.  ~John Howard


It would not be at all strange if history came to the conclusion that the perfection of the bicycle was the greatest incident of the nineteenth century.  ~Author Unknown


The bicycle is just as good company as most husbands and, when it gets old and shabby, a woman can dispose of it and get a new one without shocking the entire community.  ~Ann Strong




I'm madly in love with my bicycle. (psst: it's got a silhouette of a Naked Lady on it)


wow! that is a really hot boy that just ran past my window! who is that? Maddiey, if you read this recently, look outside at the boy by the Taylor's house. the pink shirted one, yup.... well, hello, good lookin'....


I'm going to have a sleepover with my big, married sister (she's not big. the married just slipped between the 'big' and 'sister' and made her fat). I am excited, did you know? 


omy, it's just Kolin. my o my, hasn't he gotten attractive?


I went to Girls Camp. I went on a hike pregnant. Had baby (Bennet) in the grass behind the bathrooms. Abused him by using him as a bat to hit bosom friend (Dani) in the face. Child Protection Services (1st year, Keylee Smith) took him from me. I stole my friends stuff in cabin 1B(Marisa 'n Maddiey), was tied up (Caitlin 'n Dani's doing) to the bed and had to give Caitlin a back rub and a Jedi braid to be free. Mine and Brenna's Baby Bennet had a sudden growth spurt of, like, 20 years and my little sister (Hannah) made out with him (Brenna's hands did the running fingers through Hannah's hair for Bennet).    
 Oh, what fathers'll do to help their son's make out these days!




"He killed his brother because he needed a clean shirt?" "Well, honey, this is Nebraska."

You are Lovable

Where did the mountains go?! ... That's kinda rude of them to just go on vacation like that. I really loved 'em. Well, the purpose of this posty is to tell you all about something that you all might have discovered already. You just didn't know you discovered it... Oh that's cool. Alkay, that's nuts. Isn't it? You probably aren't even aware of this amazing discovery but, hey, that's what I'm here for. To tell you all about the things you've already discovered...on accident. Here, lemme just go ahead and tell you already...Shall I? Okay, I can tell you're just peeing your pants to find out what it is your Self already knows just hasn't told you. I have an automatic crazily large amount of love for some people. People that I hardly know. I classify these people as (dash:)- Just Lovable People. They are so lovable! I get this fuzzy feeling inside when I even think about some of these people. They are all completely unaware that I love them so. hm... Ya sure, I'll give you some examples- Hannah's friend w/ the Justin Bieber background on her phone, the red head who sits by me in seminary... I so know her name..., Aunt Karen, that Griffin kid (I realized in A4 that if I was a boy I'd want to be him), the girl at Mt. Ridge w/ amazing hair, Rian, that girl who the girl on my soccer team (name concealed:) swore at, that kid named Coleton in my old A. Studies class who I decided only pretends to be a bad kid, so on so forth. But these people are so not 'So on' and 'So forth' to me. I have to love them. They are just automatically Just Lovable People to me. Think about it... do you know anyone like that? You just love them but you only have a small clue of who they are. But I feel like I've known who they really are from the first time I saw them... but I might just be wrong:) But you try to see if there is someone like that, please. Please? Thank you... I love you. Ya know what? Haley's perfectly kind and terrifyingly beautiful. She is a perfect little sister. Why am I the way I am to her?

The Day Of LaHve

As it be's the day of love and devotion... I will tell of some things that I love. Some rare and unusual things that almost nobody says they love on Valentines Day... or Thanksgiving. Probably not Christmas either but, as you can see, I am quite rare and unusual. Stuff of Love#1- Brynn Hallsted. Yes, I love me. Men, it would be just alkay if you told me you loved me everyday:) Stuff of Love#2- My Llama Sweater. Probably one of the many loves of my life. Stuff of Love#3- Them Stars Hanging From My Bedroom Ceiling. Ammon, I promise not to change them until you get back. They are rather spectacular if I say so myself. Stuff of Love#4- My Family. Nobody says they love MY family on Valentines day. My family is quite specialer than most:) We're different. Exceptionally different, especially after our new addition. Derek's nuts and he now looks like the guys from Prison Break:) (he went around our house pretending to shoot everyone and knock them out with guns and other such things. It was hilarious!) I hope you all will become his friend. Stuff of Love#5- My Kumquats. No one in the world put those things on their list of things they love... except maybe the other four 'fat' ladies (The Fat 5 is another one of our nicknames- Thanks Dad/Akhey Bro. George for making us feel so skinny:) I have a ridiculous amount of love for these women. Stuff of Love#6- My Bosom Friend, my Were Wolf Buddy, my man friend, my best friend who's not a very sour fruit (but I did spit one in his laundry basket once:) AKHEY- Tyler. He's the bestest Bosom Buddy in the world! Stuff of Love#7- Pretty much everything else and almost everyone else in the world!! (I say almost because I just recently was forced to start disliking someone... Yes, it's quite a new thing but it's debatabley quite an enjoyable pass time)

Yup, someday this'll be me.

I'm meeting a man that I'm going be in love with this summer. He's going to love Anne of Green Gables and he's going to think I am 'uniquely beautiful'. He'll be okay with me being kinda absolutely crazy. Even better, he'll be crazy too.

Once upon a time, a five year old girl liked a boy on her soccer team. She wanted to marry him someday, as a fourteen year old. Then, when she was nineteen, they got married in the Salt Lake Temple and were voted the cutest couple in the minds of me and my Self and I got to read her journal at her luncheon. Amanda, I give you permission to read my journal at my wedding:) I love you, sister. You're a great example to me.