The suite to High Point, Low Point, as tradition suggests.

Back home, when we did High Point, Low Point, at the supper table, we would go around, and say something that we loved about everyone sitting together too. So;

Momma: I love that you always know exactly what to say, but you never say things just because I need to hear them. I never doubt that you tell me the truth. When everything else confuses me, and has me thrown off my feet, I can find where I stand, watching you fuss over your tomato plants, and washing off lettuce in the kitchen while we blare Michael Bublé.

Daddy: I know I don't get to Skype with you everyday, but I want you to know that you pull off grey in your beard well. By the way? On the days I don't get a chance to Skype with you, I read my reminder to migrate. Thank you for worrying about me, and I took my time admitting it, but you were totally right back in February of my 7th grade year. You're the boy who will always love me most. 

Jules: I can honestly say that I miss you. It never occurred to me how much your hugs meant, but I'm hugging you everyday when I get home, twin. When I'm home, I promise, I'm going to make time to come to your hockey games. I know what you mean when you don't know what to say. I love you too.

Dom: I love that you're still a kid. The kids your age act like they're 20 and it strikes me as really stupid. I'll try not to complain about you making a lot of noise running around the house, or 'accidentally' hitting me with your water gun wars, since I'd take that any day over 10 years olds perching in circles, gossiping over their cell phones. Don't forget. Next summer, we do our list. I can't wait to see you in football gear. Send me pictures!

I love you guys so much. 

Sending I love yous out to you, if you care about me enough to read this, and shout out to my sisters; Ams, Mads, Jubie and Yana, to the lucky two who get to live with my crazy family; Pauli and Park, to my grandparents, both biological and honorary that mean more to me than I can say; Nanny, Pépé, Grammy, Grampy, Nana, my German grandparents, Danine and Al, Pépère and Mémère, to aunts and uncles who I'm not used to not seeing when they pop by; my Guardian Angel, Auntie Patty, Auntie Michelle, Parrain and Uncle Bubby, to their little munchkins who I didn't realize I was this close to; my little man, and my two princesses, and to an assortment of miscellaneous people that mean a lot to me; Marraine, SJA cast and staff, Puppy, Teddy, Cape Breton <3, people I didn't block, Etc! Oh. and I guess people can pet my rat on my behalf :P  

Sorry these blogs are so few and far in between... When I'm home, and not asleep, I'll try to write more frequently, even if they're short! 

Love always,

xoxooooxoxoxooxoxoxoxoox

*O*

High Point, Low Point

HP- I got accepted into vocals as my principal instrument, and she'll have me as a full student! LP- I'm not allowed to wear sandals anymore, I have to wear scarfs over high necked shirts, stay even more out of the sun and drink obscene amounts of water.

HP- The jazz sax teacher is willing to take me on, much to everyone's shock, and even when my classical sax lesson cut into his, so I wouldn't be able to make it, he told me to come later! LP- There was a big misunderstanding for my first classical lesson, involving me not knowing that when teachers say I'll see you next week, they mean I'll see you at our next lesson, so I ended up skipping my first course ever... By Accident. Also, I don't know if I will be continuing with my jazz sax, because when I came back, he saw me, blinked twice, looked down and acted as if I didn't exist... All three times I came back.

HP- My scales are starting to sound less like a series of squeaks on the sax! LP- I'm only halfway through sight reading the first page of a 30 page long book.

HP- The food here is excellent!! LP- They eat at really odd hours, and in odd quantities.

HP- Shopping in France is so open to any and every style, and my cowboy boots are even by fluke up and coming for winter! LP- Everything is sized for the people here, who all watch their girlish figures as if having a curve would condemn them to death, so everything is ultra tiny.

HP- I'm now listening to the music on my Ipod through a Philips sound system that they had laying around! LP- I'm using this one because when I finally found an outlet, and a converter for my docking station, the 220 volts system fried my 120 volt system.

HP- There are now official french documents that pronounce me a delegate, and I have a legal assistant! LP- Among my new responsibilities are serving as mediator between students and teachers, and in certain courses, my role will probably be comparable to Canada's Peacekeeping roles overseas at the moment: If everyone doesn't cool their guns, there could end up being casualties!

HP- I understand what we're doing in all my courses!! LP- Teachers here caught on to how to get the slackers in class to get their rears into gear: You see, it doesn't matter how well I work, and follow in courses, because the teachers plug homework at the end of every course. If you don't get done in class what's assigned, you're going to be compressed into a paper weight, by the weight of the paper, and that wouldn't be too impractical since you'll need one anyway.

HP- My schedule at the Conservatory is finally starting to fill up! LP- the afternoon where I have a block without many courses is the busiest day of the week, so it's a minor miracle to be able to get a practice room.

HP- Practicing is starting to come naturally to me, and my efficiency is getting better, and now I have a stand to practice on! LP- Aurélien brought it up for me when he almost took a fit laughing when he walked in on me using my laptop as a music stand.

HP- The countryside is stunning, and the sunrise every morning is gorgeous! LP- I get to watch it from the beginning to the end, since I'm up at 630, earlier on days I was too tired the night before to take my shower then, and as we make our way along the winding hills, and bumpy roads of the low alps at 70 miles per hour, Aurélien and I often still have to speed walk to get to school before the day starts at 8.

HP- My days are absolutely packed, every minute jammed with music! LP- Some nights, when I go to turn out the light, I don't know how I got there again already, even though it's usually 11 by then.

HP- If I want to progress more quickly in harmony, I've been invited to join more advanced classes if I like! LP- I've never done harmony in my life before, and I'm only following because I crack open my notes every time I'm sitting down.

HP- I'm doing excellently in my french class, I'm getting marks only a point or two below the top of my class!! LP- I'm not used to a really good mark being a 14 out of 20.

HP- There is no doubt, with the things I'm doing, and where I am that I am my mothers daughter! <3 LP- This is why no one was surprised when I lost my wallet last night.

HP- Nothing has changed at home as far as friends at home goes! LP- Nothing has changed at home as far as friends at home goes...

HP- My plans for the future are starting to really take shape, and the paths are starting to become distinct,  I really don't mind that they're all insanely rugged anymore! LP- I have no idea which ones I'll be able to follow after the trail of this year comes to an end. And even so, I don't know which one to choose.

HP- Thursday that's coming marks my first day of assistant teaching! I'm giving a lesson on blues and what it meant to African American peoples! LP- This means that I have to have a Charlie Parker piece presentable to a class full of university prep kids.

HP- My classmates at school are really, really nice, and I'm starting to establish my best friends! LP- One of them is probably going back to Monaco...

HP- I still get a kick out of bisous! LP- Hug withdrawal is starting to get on my nerves.

HP- Aurélien is one of my very favourite people here, even though he fills the teasing quota of my brothers, Mads and Jubie combined! LP- I'm starting to miss my brothers, Mads' and Jubie's signature teasing.

HP- Pépère and I really are so alike it's a little bit unfathomable the chance that was mom calling him, of all the hundreds of numbers on the internet! LP- Mostly every one else is our polar opposites, and it's unsettling sometimes how cold people are.

HP- The week after I've been here for a month has gone by without my having a chance to blink, time is really starting to fly! LP- It's not always easy to keep up. I'm pretty tired.

HP- Plans for Christmas are starting to come together, and it looks like I'm going to be in Paris around christmas time, and hopefully get to see some real snow in Germany too! :) LP- It's going to be my first christmas away from home, and I don't know if I'm going to get to see the Nutcracker yet :(

HP- My girls want me to stay :) I feel loved! My daddy wants me to come home :) I know I'm loved. LP- My decision making skills are shot lol

HP- I could go on like this telling you all about the incredible things I'm living, that I'm learning, that I'm teaching, for days on end. LP- As always in life, they have this side that corresponds.

There! For everyone who asked for the sour with the sweet, my life's High Points and Low Points.
xoxooxoxxoxooxxooxooxxo
*O*

Provence, minus lavender fields

Grey sky, grey sweater, grey day. 

Sitting on the right side of the car as I always do, Pépère, Mémère and I were weaving our way through the maze of small villages, and winding roads that will eventually lead to Province. A jazz singer with a beautiful deep voice serenaded us as I reflected on the coming few years. Should I really be spending my precious moments here trying to arrange what’s to come? A few people have mentioned lately that I’m being wasteful, but if I weren’t this way, I wouldn’t be here at all.

As always when deep in thought, my features had fallen, and my eyebrows were sewn. For fear of being mistaken as sad, I changed windows to appear less sullen, and much to my dismay, the scenery didn’t serve me any favors. 

It was as though an artist had taken only grey based paints, and worked away at the mountainous piece only on days when their mood suited the dismal color scheme. Lonely little houses sprinkled the hills between damp towns, and despite very little distinction in silhouettes, the storm clouds blooms were unfortunately well defined. We had passed pastures, filled with trudging horses, and in one almost uplifting case, a shepherd with his two black sheep dogs, leading waves of sheep over a foot deep ledge, just enough to create a snuggly texture. But, the Napoleon route continued, and so did we, leaving the soggy sheep behind. 

The CD was about to go on loop, so we stopped before a new segment of the road was to lead us around yet another bend. After examining a church from the 11 century, inconspicuously tucked into the back pocket of a township, we made a mad dash from our cover under a weeping willow to the car. 

Dreams of sunny lavender fields like a beacon of hope in my mind, I braced myself for the car sickness that always catches up to me after a brief stop, and had my breath taken away.

Nine mountains were strung along in a chain somewhere into a shy sun. That depressed artist must have been inspired, since he didn’t take the time to switch paint pallet, but he painted his soul onto a moving canvas. The most flawless example of grey scale I’ve ever seen stretched before my eyes, ranging from almost black closest to us, to nearing white under the rays that were putting up a desperate struggle to escape the misty cloud bank. A watercolor masterpiece, each individual hill had it’s own character, distinct juts and cone. I was braced for my stomach to churn, not the tears that hide behind one’s eyes lids. 

Mouth already agape, a cry to draw my Mémère’s attention to the gallery we were about to pass was drowned out by an exclamation from Pépère. Tearing myself away from the view to catch my breath, I was ready to take in more hidden ruins, wildlife or a witty sign that anyone without the eyes of a hawk would never see, only to have the wind knocked out of me.

It’s not easy on the eyes to go from a black and white TV to technicolor. It’s true when they say that once you change perspective, things only get better. If my mountain chain was in grey tone water color, the rainbow that splayed from the canyon on my right was in rich acrylic. Not in a photograph, not in a dream have I ever seen a rainbow like this. Each arc was so vivid, each color so distinct, it was as if they were the inspiration for the pure pigment that tints paint, and yet they blended together like powder pastels. 

The sun blazed, and my heart absolutely soared. That rainbow was a melody accompanied by a harmonizing line, semi transparent, but in notes just as pure. 

That corner turned seemingly on it’s own, and five minutes of more corners rolled by without my daring to move. The farther we drew away from my perception of the origin, the wider the rainbow stretched it’s wings. 

Suddenly, the lonely little houses were Villas that had landed far from Cansas and the world seemed dry, but sprinkled with dew. 

When we came to a stopping point, it was dissolving into a cliff, and in a simple, perfect silence, we sat, until it had left to change someone else’s outlook on the moment, on the day, on their life. 

This is why I write. The photos we didn’t take would never have captured the moment anyways, and in time, however it turned out the colors would have faded. Memories are the same, and when we try to correct them, they tend to be exaggerated, or innacurate. On the rare occasion when I get the words right, I can go back, and live it over and over again, never fading, never forgetting. The idea behind this blog was to do the same for all of you, but to make you see it when you read it. Live it with me? 

xoxooxoxxoxxoxoxoxx

*O*

My Nice

France is....
Fig trees with leaves and fruit alike tumbling from the branches; Pomegranate trees bursting into globes of bloom
Young men who open doors, and carry your saxophone; Young men who think it's weird to want to stop and call the number on a lost dog's collar
Fine wines; Insane amounts of Fanta juice
Little girls giddy with joy, spinning around in circles at the circus; The animals that prance around the circus ring, and bear the weight of the scars
Advanced programs that encourage the dreams of youth; The youth that don't recognize how much that means
European standards; Community specialties
to the right of Spain; to the left of Italy
The reason day planners have the hour divided into two sections; Two week breaks after every seven
Striking against a proposed raise in retirement age to 62; Where the age of majority is 16
Stereotyped for smokers and rightly so; Stereotyped for bread and cheese even more rightly so
Uber mini skirts and multi hundred dollar heels; vintage dresses and Miss Sixty shoes
Cimiez, Renault, Peugeot and a smattering of German and American imports; Where a Canadian import has an adorable accent
Mass amounts of paper work; A very gentle easing back into work schedule
26 degrees in the early evening; A people who shudder at the thought of 0 degrees
Jazz jams and guitar music wafting freely; operas and choir spectacles nightly
Swimming, running, volley ball and gymnastics in Gym; getting a workout walking to wherever you need to be
Eating Croq Messieus or quiche for supper; being offered the same maple syrup I use at home with my tea
Mountains; Oceans
Everything imaginable.
This place is incredible.
I am so lucky.
I won't be writing until sunday night, because Pépère and Mémère and I are leaving right after I finish school for Province. I'll write about the adventure as soon as I can. There will be photos! :)
All my love,
xoxooxoxooxoxoxoxox
*O*

finally updating this because I'm told people are concerned I've been kidnapped

Dear readers,
I am alive!! I promise!
Jamming out to Charlie Parker, and pondering, jaw agape, how on earth I'm going to be able to play one of his pieces.
Sorry that the letters in the title aren't capitalized; they don't in French, and I've been warned points have to be docked if I don't cut that habit. So I'm working on it.
Well, shall we try to go backwards? Ready for an expresso version of the past week that I've been slacking off my blog?
19th. Woke up at Adélie's. Had milk bread for breakfast: YUMM. Was dropped off at the Arlette Gruss Circus, currently preforming at the Acropolis in Nice, and sang with my choir in the circus' first ever sunday mass. Ate Italian pizza at the reception, because it's so close, that you can order delivery. Onto an incredible 5 course meal at another set of friends of the Ailhauds. Sang with their two daughters, and braided their hair. Smiled at the idea of spending a weekend with them and drowning in chick flicks, and drowning the girls in mini braids. Almost got carsick, because the roads here are worse than the ones on the ride up Smokey. Sardine pizza for supper. Cleaned my room. Remembered I had to do a music page. Didn't understand the music assignment. Did a french assignment instead. Crashed for sleep.
18th.  Woke up at Adélie's. Watched a movie and ate breakfast. Went horseback riding. I rode a smaller horse with a friends saddle, and rigging (yes, I know that's a sailing term, not at all equestrian, but I can't think of the right word). It was only when I switched horses for a while, that I realized the reason I had been failing so miserably was because the girl who's tack (found the word!!) I was using was a head shorter than I. Yipee! The farm is beautiful, uneven, old style, with about 25 horses, all gorgeous beasts. There are stray dogs around every corner, and the fig trees on the ridge of the river bear fruits half the size of my fist! By the time we got home, and had watched two more movies (my movie pick for the week is Yesterday's Children. It's wonderful. Rent it :) we were out cold.
17th. Up at 630 as always. Friday morning starts with two hours of English, so I sat and translated a biography of Charlie Parker in preparation for a presentation (purple penguins prepare to present. Please pass along that tongue twister to someone at the play?) I'm going to give to the university prep kids in two weeks or so. I give a brief biography, go over some pronunciation and spelling in music, and then I play for them. Hello screeching horror music! No, not a mock cue, my attempt at a jazz solo. Waited at the conservatory for Adélie, met the bass player who's family decided they couldn't host me because the spare bed was in his room. Fair enough judgement I'd say. Arrived at her beautiful house, with grape vines in the front yard.
16th. Up at 630. Classes; math went well. It's a medical miracle!! After 16 years, the left side of my brain has come out of it's coma! Science class, we were let out half hour early, and we're all fairly convinced it's because our teacher can't put up with us for two hour doses. Oops. Conservatory with Pépère! For hours. I have to say though, I think I'm starting to recognize his students, since they come to his class to ask questions when they know he's not teaching. He has the patience of a saint. <3 My harmony class at the Conservatory is HARD. Home. Movie with Aurélien :)
15th. ihatewednsdaysssss.... The theory that once you get over the Wednesday bump of your week is only too extreme in my case. We've left the house by 706 (yes, that specific minute), and Thierry and I got home from choir at around 11. LONG DAY. I don't know how you silly people with jobs manage it! :P In all fairness though, the choir is amazing :) I really enjoy singing with them :) I have to remember to pack my sheet music the night before when I pack my school bag though, because I don't go back to the house during the day. It's really strange to say bye to Isabelle as we're driving off to school and saying see you tomorrow! Insert conservatory work with Pépère anywhere there is a few hour gap.
14th. Ialsohatetuesdays... Just the morning though. Acrobatics. And not because it's juvenile like I thought. Because unfortunately, the program is fairly advanced. Day one we were having cartwheels critiqued. Yup. Cartwheels. After running around the schools courtyard 4 times (with the dancers, much to the glee of certain gendered students with open classroom doors), we went inside. And ran more. And I will never giggle at my brother every again when he complains about burpies. Ever. Running around, then having to drop to our stomach, and being eaten alive if we don't get up fast enough? Not nearly as bad as the ab workouts our drill sergeant- I meant gym teacher - doles out. I can honestly say that my legs hurt trying to put on yee ol' cowboy boots the next morning. In all fairness, my teacher is nice. She's patient with me and my lack of coordination, and flexibility, and athletic ability. Her sense of humor has a way of lightening any situation, like "you've never done a reversed tuck roll before? Where are you from?! ... Canada...." :P Conservatory. Homework, getting ahead by re writing a full page of math formulas. Turns out studying pays off after all!
And that's as far back as my goldfish memory serves.
Today, the cafeteria platter I indulged in contained a cheese pastry as an entrée, chicken in an alfresco sauce for a main course, fresh buns, strawberry yogurt, and a Nestle vanilla waffle cone. Can you say spoiled?
It's September 20th. That means that I have been away from home for one month today. My hands just froze there, because half of my heart wanted to say that I haven't even been in France for a month yet, and other half of me is freaking out, assuring me I'm not even done packing yet, how could I possibly have been gone a month? I have one month, and then a few weeks off. By then, I think I'll be used to the rhythm of things here, but for now, but my schedule still isn't set, my courses aren't official, I still forget some of my classmates names every once in a while. People's miniskirts and high heels, pomegranate trees, and the disorganization of certain organizations takes me off guard. Everyone is fairly nice, even thought in all honesty, I don't think many of them really understand what an incredible gift they have to be here, caught somewhere between the sun, the mountains and the ocean.
At home, when little kids say that we want to do music and acting when we grow up, it's expected that that dream wears off by the time we're 12. Here, they have a chance to manifest that dream, into a reality. In a world where paradise is the norm, they take it for granted. It makes me sad. It makes me value home, because I know I like it here so much since this is a vacation. This is a chapter, and excerpt of my life, that's going to help form who I will be. Where I'll go from here, I don't know. What I'll do, I'm not sure, and when, even less. But this is opening my eyes to a full hallway of unlocked doors. I don't know which one is the right one. That's a little scary.
But I like the structure of these generic frames, that lead to the end of my life. I like the structure, since without structure, there's nothing to rebel against, nothing to change, nothing to morph into something extraordinary. I'm realizing now more than ever that my life has that potential.
Some people write love stories, others run radio stations.
Some people ask younger students to jam sessions, and some people take on the incredible challenge or raising children, while others fly around a set of provinces making sure everything sets just right.
Some people build businesses from the ground up, and go to work in shiny glass buildings.
Some people smile every time they see eagles, or give their all to their hockey team and there are still more people who are still looking for something, searching to be found.
"If this is it? For me baby, then that's just fine. I'm not looking anymore. For what could make me happy baby? This is more than fine I'm not looking anymore."
Ever wondered what birds do between when they disappear over the horizon, seemingly forever?
I'll try to keep you better up to date.
Don't forget. Birds that migrate south always come back home to the north. Key word 'Home'.
I know this was long. Sorry. I'll be back soon. I promise.
Love always,
xoxooxoxoxxoxxoxoxoxo
*O*

(Something) Very, very important (to me.)

A friend is part of a very important project, and he's looking for ways to get a message out.
This is his video, just click it.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I0JDybag7Cg
And this is for those of you who have watched someone they loved waste away because of it, and form of it. Think of all the things you are to someone: mother, best friend, niece, daughter, wife, granddaughter, everything to someone. These women are all those things to someone else.
If you could save any of the people I listed above in your life, would you give 5 dollars to get it started?
If you don't want to risk the regret, go for it. If you think about it, the minimum donation is what you spend on a bag of popcorn at the movies... Without the pop.
Please donate. Please don't talk yourself out of it if you have the means because it involves credit card on the internet: most of you use them for other things. Why not use it to save lives?
http://nocc.kintera.org/faf/donorReg/donorPledge.asp?ievent=429029&l...is=0&kntae429029=D8F4826BE3204EB183583D7754A6A6D8&supId=30286462...3
Thats all. I'll get back to my life later.
Thank you so much.
xoxoxooxoxoxoxoxox
*O*

OneThousandHits

Dear readers;
You guys have a problem. I figured out the other day how to check my blog stats, and as of the moment I started writing this, my blog has been viewed one THOUSAND times.
Some nights I wake up, and forget where I am, only seeing the blaring red numbers of an alarm clock. That's when I know I'm far from home, because I hate clocks. But come morning, I always know what's going on, that the numbers 630 in sequence means it's time to get out of bed, it's time to put on the clothes I always leave out the night before, time to go downstairs and eat chocolate flavoured cereal, and run back up to grab whatever I forget before we motor off. We get through the construction traffic of a new bridge that will be there until February, past the little village and up the winding detour that runs longer, but takes less time because there are no traffic jams. Into the city of Nice, Thierry drives past where he works and drops us off on a little cobblestone side street, and Aurélien and I walk together to the lycée.
Walk in the ancient building, see the clock-tower and seek out classmates. Proceed to classes. Break! Gummy time. Yes tiny little ballerinas, you are going to ingest calories too. Back to class. Buzzer means lunch, so we scurry to get in line. As of next week, were really going to have to book it, or else we'll be late to the Conservatory on Tuesdays to Thursdays. Those days, we drive home the same route, in the same car, at different times, and I can fill the gaps in between to walk along the streets, admire shops, and sculptures. Mondays and Fridays, I get done what I need to, and within reason, enjoy a little moment, before I pick a bus. My school is right across from the central bus station, and I'm starting to get my bearings.
I won't lie. You all know I'm nervous about my courses, and sometimes I cringe a little to practice because of how behind I am, I fear sounding silly, but the way I'm having to think it about it, is at least they'll know I'm diligent.
My first english class was today. Everyone swore to me I was going to hate it. They lied. She's wonderful! Who thought that I'd come across an Irish woman who's been living in France for 30 years? I'm only too happy to be in her class, and be excused from note taking :P Who knows? Maybe she will have me in with her older students to help out somedays, and I'm told there might be an english play!
My body is definitely not settled yet, getting up super early is hitting me pretty hard, and I wake up a lot of times through the night, but I'm always so tired it's easy to fall back asleep!
As far as mentally goes, I definitely still have to think a lot to put my words in french, especially after I've been quiet for a while, because the lyrics, or the thoughts are in english. Not a huge fan of my science class, and math is math, but my teacher is really good. She's very patient with my questions, and suggests different ways to practice memory work. So that's really helpful for someone who only works well with one side of her brain!
We did an analysis of a short story today in French, and I got the punch line right! Naturally, it's not actually called the punch line, but I can't translate it, so, sorry :P
I can't tell you how strange it is to think that you're just settling after lunch now, and by the time I'm getting ready for bed, you'll probably be setting your tables.
My friends have been asking if I'm not getting lonely. I have my music, just like I said I would, I have my pictures, just like I said I would, and I want you guys to know that when I'm trying to fall asleep at night, I go to sleep thinking of you just like I said I would. I think of you a lot. But I'm not lonely. Too busy for that! Besides, my Freddy is coming for me tomorrow! :) I'll be waking up to jazz again soon :)
I'm looking forward to being back in Chris kitchen, and see her patchworks. It's only when I write these that I realize how settled I actually am.
School is standard, choir is Wednesdays,  I already have an hour where my conservatory classes are, and I know how much work I have to do. I think it's just about putting the hours in to get it done now.
It rained here today. It's loud when the rain hits the tile roofs, and the whitewash deck.
I have my cell phone, with a super basic plan, a super tiny model, and I'm having to reteach myself to text, but there's something really solid about having that in hand. Don't worry, I'm well taken care of, Aurélien makes sure he has his arm out in front of me a little every time we cross the street. I don't think he even notices, but it makes me smile. And don't worry guys, he teases me almost as you all do combined! He joked to his friends yesterday at lunch when yet again, I didn't understand a remark, and they were all flabbergasted that I didn't make him stop teasing. He laughed and pointed out that most people just left when they didn't want to put up with him anymore, but I had to stick around :P
I miss my twin and my little bubby. But aside from that I'm good.
I love you guys :) I promise I'll get my act together and start posting pics again soon :P
Oh.
And get a life :P I'm okay. Thanks for the thousand views silly back home people who I love to peices :)
I'm sure, I'll talk to you again soon.
xoxooxoxooxoxoxoxoxoxo
*O*