I was destined to be a lazy kid.

There is one thing I like about the cold. That feeling you get when you crawl into bed. I guess I just don't have adequate winter clothing, because that is the warmest moment of my day. In the morning it will come back to get you, especially you have something to do that day, and getting out of bed seems like the end of the world. I love being bundled up. I don't like the cold, but being wrapped in blankets is the most amazing feeling, so I guess it's worth it. 

There is something about fall.

I'm also very fond of spring. The mild temperatures and feeling of coming change are exciting.

I like the beautiful colors and watching the leaves gracefully find a new home on the ground. It makes me think of cider and apple festivals and pumpkin picking and the Cleveland County Fair. The fair is one of the most celebrated occasion of the year in my book. When I was a kid, we would go every year. I would eat funnel cake or cotton candy and immediately regret it when I got on any ride. We would walk through the show hall and see all the things that won prizes and go look at all the animals. Sometimes my parents would play a game of 'who knows the most people here.' My dad usually won since he is from Cleveland County.

I, also, absolutely love halloween. My best friend and I usually carve a pumpkin, make caramel apples, hand out candy to trick-or-treaters, and watch old scary movies.  Halloween doesn't rank as high in my heart as Xmas does, but I'd have to say it's a close second.

I love fall.

Glimpse at my future.

Oh yeah, I'm going to be a teacher.

I guess I'm a little frightening. 

I actually told my friend to make this picture so she would be more motivated to do her homework. However, it doesn't work unless you set it as the background of your computer.

I wish I could finish this story.

Here' s a little piece of my writing:            

            In a large empty room with two doors on either side, there was a bulletin board that jutted out awkwardly on the south wall that had no door. It was littered with papers new and old cluttered together yearning for a moment of attention. The air in the room was stale and it hung limp as if it had never been graced with the presence of life.

            The door on the east wall flew open, which caused the abandoned papers to lift in anticipation. A young woman of normal stature and plain features marched into the room carrying a menacing scowl and an ill will for the person behind the opposite door.

            “I can’t believe this!”

            She snatched a stray paper from the board and continued to storm through the stale room. She turned the door knob of the opposite door only to find it locked.

I have about 21 pages of this, but I've become uninspired despite my desire to finish it.  

Schockingly

I used to love this picture and would use it all the time. Oddly enough, I still like it. I look very shocked.

"The Brave Cowboy" Dale Brittain

I just thought everyone would enjoy a nice song from my daddy.

Have a wonderful day,
Anne

Oh the things I could do....

I'm exhausted. I'm hungry. And my brain is fried from all this knowledge my professors keep trying to shove in there. I want it to be summer very badly right now, and I've only been in class three and a half weeks. Yes, I am pathetic.

I just spent the last two days trying to make my blog look all spiffy. It was hard, but I used a whole bunch of layouts and tricks from Cutest Blog on the Block, which is a super fine website.

Oh, I have some hilarious pictures of my mother and I, that I thought I would share, because I truly am a giving person.

Something attracted us to the bling teeth.
It might have been my father pointing them out.
I maintain that my mother is a bad influence on me.