My Boyfriends

This is one of my boyfriends, Chayce Monsen:) He turns 4 today! 

This is Landon Monsen, another one of my favorite boyfriends! He loves to hang out with teenagers. Good thing, because we LOVE to hang out with him.

I never loved babysitting so much until I met the Monsen kids. We have the most "epic battles" and me and my friends all LOVE to battle with them.

In these pictures, Hyrum was playing with them on the tramp. Haha, notice Landon's flailing foot in the air:)

Peace!! {Landon was trying to show me how old Chayce was turning}

Chayce makes the best faces!

Yes, I took a picture while he was crying a few days before. He looked so cute; I just had to.

I would play with these boys over any one of my friends on the weekends! Sorry, guys. Landon and Chayce are like little teenagers. They'll even show up at my friends houses if we're doing chores at my house and can't play:) One time I was teasing Landon, telling him that monsters were real, and he told me, "No! Heavenly Father made no real monsters!!":) When my friends write me notes at school they write, "Dear Blynn" because Chayse can't say Brynn. I love it! It's too bad he's learning how to talk better:) I still need pictures of my best friend, Cambry- their little sister. But she's always the "nap-captain" when the boys come over to play (that's the name of whoever's taking a nap- I think that is so cute!). 

You should be jealous you don't have as cute of boyfriends as I do:)

"It's ficticious!"

I almost disciplined myself and actually attempted to finish my website for photography- the darn internet's too slow to download a thing anyways, Mr. Gibby. So, here I am. Attempting to write a post about something, but it's probably not going to work.

Let me just tell you that I'm having trouble talking to people with out the urge to spin in circles wildly, usually I want to make Marisa screams- those kind seem to fit the best- but, other times, goat noises seem to be acceptable as well. And, let me tell you that it's not easy to stay sitting there in class, mom. It's not easy. If you only knew how often my legs are jumpy and want to run outside; how tempted my skin is to be warmed by sun when I see that open door to the hallway, you'd give me some credit for being in class.
Sure, I'm a little bit tardy-ish. But, Chappy's cute. Some people just don't get how vital it is to talk to blonde, curly haired boys and if you're not feeling awkward for once that week, you have got to take advantage of it. You don't get it, mom, because you're all... out going and weird stuff like that.
You all know my mother. And, mom, I'm sorry if this summer Dani and I get drunk (mentally, mind you). We might sleep over in the church, yes, and Maddiey and I will most likely sneak off on walks for hours and hours and I'll paint things that dad doesn't want me to paint (like the fridge for example...or that table Hyrum traded someone for an egg- best game ever). Mommy, I'm sorry, but I will most likely get a Jedi Braid again and tie sea shells from Florida onto it and I'll most definitely end up having Dani dye a part of my hair white and another little part blue. I'll probably never take off my swim suit and count the 7 Peaks wave pool as a shower, sorry. Hannah and I will probably set up a tent on our lovely grass when you're not around to tell us no. Tyler and I will probably play sleeping bag wars on the trampoline again- actually, maybe not, you got really mad... (nah, we'll probably do it anyways). But I will take over Breton's room the day he leaves on his mission to Chihuahua Mexico and I will sneak out of Hyrum's window well if you try and ground me. Sorry, mom, but these things must be done. And no Tabasco Sauce can stop me! :)

I love you, mom. Because you'll expect all of that. I'm glad you know me. The best thing about me is that I never do the same wrong thing twice.   Unless it's really too much fun to pass up.

Greetings Earthlings, let's take a journey.

I am Brynnie of the hills of cedar, Queen of the land of Strange and an expert in the art of awkwardness. 

            How 'bout Me and You?? Hm?

Everyone! I'm getting married! ... someday. But still, I am getting married! ... at least I hope so. And some man's gonna kiss me! ... well, he better ... No matter! He'll love me :)

"You, my friend, are one of my favorite life forms." says Hannah's new broken Buzz Lightyear toy. 

                              Now I Am Wondering This---> If Cell Phones Didn't Exist, Would We Still Be Friends? 

I'm also wondering if anyone knows how to pee while staying in a tree. If you have any ideas or have also attempted to take the challenge to stay in a tree for 24 hours... please, let me know.

Speaking of pee, I'm going to wet my pants.         It's alright. I went.

Is it just me or does it feel like my new background is gonna come out and grab you?

Dani... does the first song on my playlist make you want to cry too??

ImAgInE tHiS mY fRiEnD---> Imagine you could take a picture of a beautiful shirt, press it against your shirt and ShabaM! It's on you now. Can you imagine that? Here's another example. Imagine you had a picture of a gorgeous woman in your hands. How 'bout that one on the top! She's beautiful. So, you have a picture of... Emily here and you press that picture on you face and... well, magic. Your face is now not your face. It's Emily's. Just don't press her shirt onto your face. tehe... you'd have a shirt face. PAHA!

But Brynnie of the hills of cedar lived happily ever after and she had lived pretty happily before that, so... she lived one happy life. 

Even If She Was Always Awkward. She Kinda Liked It.

THE END.

fakes

I was reading the messages I sent a long time ago and I saw many messages sent to some one named Alicia Kelston. I could remember the name but I couldn't remember anything else about her. I was feeling terrible that I had sent so many messages to this girl and I couldn't even remember her. Then I did remember. It so turns out that I had made up this girl. She's not even real:) I had made an email for her and everything. It felt wonderful to be a hacker and I guessed her/my email password and saw messages sent to me from her! Haha! I even sent her letters! I guess, that's what happens when you don't have friends:) I also made up another girl when I was little named Kadence but that's a very odd story for another time:) I think I'm going to email Alicia Kelston right now:)