so, i'm twenty-one now.  

i've watched a scary movie in a fort,
hemmed a pair of jeans mostly all by myself, 
went to a ward party with a significant other, 
performed the heimlich maneuver on a choking woman, 
started a fire,
avoided cleaning my room,
had a top-ten embarrassing moment,
sniffled, coughed, sneezed, and more,
changed beds,
sipped the world's best herbal tea,
had the best valentines day in years (at least two),
kissed an unshaven man,
did not embarrassingly lose a game of balderdash (did not win, either - just mediocre),
laughed so hard that i've cried,
learned to be a little bit more assertive,
watched some of this wonderful movie that i have talked about,
learned to care less about unimportant things and more about the important things, 
fell in love with this tv show,
drank some dr. pepper.

oh, how i love being twenty-one

i'm so happy that i haven't even bought my first alcoholic beverage. . .


the luckiest granddaughter

I simply have one thought today
 . . .
I love grandparents.
I love when they hug you.
Ask you questions about your life.
Whistle in the front room.
Serve you ice cream.
Hold your hand.
Kiss your cheek.
Buy you lunch.
Reminisce about old times.
Feed you See's chocolates and pies until you feel sick.
Interview your boyfriends.
Pull your teeth.
Giggle with you.
Listen to your stories.
Think you're the most beautiful, wonderful girl that has ever lived.
And love you no matter what.

I'm the luckiest granddaughter in the whole wide world.

We Own the Sky - M83
Convention (Blood, Bones, & Tissue) - Forest World
Walk Real Slow - Lady & Bird
[I'm just sort of copying you yindselfret.]