Hi! I'm Kelly and every once in a while I write in the Chapmankids blog. I like to write, play with my cats and my dog, and read Agatha Christie mysteries.
Hopefully, with the help of writing on the blog and practicing, my writing won't get too corny. See ya!
We’ve been drawing again! 6B pencils and lots of free time (on my part) resulted in THIS:
Guess who it is!
Now that I see it all scanned, I see all the flaws (My drawing flaws of course. The person in the picture has no flaws.), but it is still my best portrait ever!
Dad and Christian are being lazy, but their portraits will come up soon.
Merry Christmas to all!
The other day I got an e-mail from an old friend that I hadn’t talked to in a while, then another one from another old friend, and one from a new one! All those letters set my mind on my friendships.
I have some good friends. Some I’ve known for half my life, some I’ve known for almost all of it, and some I’ve just recently met. Some friendships took a while to bloom, some I’m still working on, and some have been steady forever. Some are people I’ve known for a long time, but never took the time to become friends with. Some started talking to me, some I started talking to. Many I don’t see or talk to often, many I haven’t seen in years, a few I’ve never seen and a very few I get to see every single day. Many are related to me, many are not. A lot of them were born in the 90’s, a few were born in the 80’s, a few more were born in the 70’s, and a lot were born before then. Most share my worldview, some don’t. A few I can call up and immediately start conversing without any preliminary pleasantries or awkwardness. A very few I can have an conversation about serious things with. Sometimes I forget their birthdays, and sometimes they forget mine, but it’s okay. A few of them are the kind of friends I can stay up late in the dorms and gossip with. A few of them I’ve played pretend battles and Frisbee and capture-the-flag and freeze-tag and water-wars with for years and years and years. Some are grown-up and I’ve never played any of those things with them, but we’re still friends anyway. Most are girls, some are boys. Some I’ve studied the Bible with, many I have nothing in common with, many I’m sure I’ve annoyed, all of them have influenced me in some way or another. A lot of them I need to keep in better touch with, and I take too many of them for granted. I think some of my friends don’t even know that we’re officially pals, but we are. (: I love them all!
Three weeks ago we were at the local B&N and we saw a sign advertising the Giada at Home: Family Recipes from Italy and California
Seriously, how fun would it be to go on a book tour and smile a lot and wear big sunglasses and be doted on by adoring fans? I’m thinking extreeeemely fun.
It was so worth the wait (:
She was such a sweetheart! She was always smiling. Like ALWAYS. And she was really, really pretty 🙂 And the cookbook is amazing. It’s filled with gourmet recipes that are beggggging to be made. I’m very tempted to put together a menu from the book and host one of those fancy schmansy themed dinner parties with a discussion topic for the guests and placecards with scrolled lettering and many courses of small servings of artistically arranged food-that-looks-like-it-came-from-another-planet on mostly empty white plates and classical music and decorative flowers and lots of Italian words. Lots and lots of Italian words.
I turned 16!!
I went to the mall and got a pretty dress. I talked with my family from Mexico and Oregon! I met the Chick-fil-a cow. I decided to have raspberry-blackberry pie instead of cake, because really, when you can have pie, why would you want cake? I also baked a dark chocolate cake (from scratch!) last night, because even though pie is better than cake, cake is still a birthday classic. The first layer kinda crumbled, but Christian and I fixed that with a LOT of dark chocolate frosting. In a few days we’re going to Texas which is awesome, because everything’s bigger in Texas and I’m assuming that includes birthdays.
Mom also made vegetarian pizza. I don’t… dislike vegetarianism quite as much as I used to. It was really, really, really good pizza.
On a related note, all that pie and cake and pizza (even vegetarian pizza) adds up to a lot of calories. But that’s OK because, other than the fact that I have a high metabolism, I’m totally motivated to start training for a triathlon now!! Dad got us a book on training for a triathlon the other day. It looks so fun! And pretty doable!! I really want to go for it 🙂
I’ve been listening to talk radio a lot lately. It’s awesome. It’s not that I haven’t listened to it before, I have. Since the womb practically. I was born in 1994, the same year as the Contract with America and just 7 years after Rush became nationally syndicated. There are old 90’s videos of a wee me saying his very fun to say name. Rush Limbaaaugh. Rolls off the tongue. The little duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuun dun sound byte at the end of his show segments is dear to my ears. I could fall asleep to the sweet, sweet sound of Rush’s liberal lambasting. Yes, talk radio is very familiar to me. So are politics. I have many political memories stowed away in my head…
Note: This post is one in a series on how we prepared our homeschooled children to take various College Level Examination Program tests. The introductory post for this series explains why we take these tests, what parts of the preparation worked for us, and what parts of the preparation did not work.
This exam, in terms of preparation, was very similar to the CLEP Western Civilization I exam and the U.S. History exams. You can read more about her preparation methods at that link. She used both note cards and a heavily annotated timeline to help her study. The CLEP Western Civilization II (REA): 1648 to the Present
Results: Kelly took the Western Civilization II test when she was 15. According to the REA preparation book criteria, she would have gotten a grade of a high B in the class. She received college credit for a one semester course for her score on this test.
You know those awkward silences when you’ve said something a bit out of place and no one responds? Or even worse, when you’ve said something that, as far as you know, is prefectly acceptable, but the silence is still there? I don’t know if it’s more prolific with teenagers, but I run into those kinds of situations a lot. Some people have absolutely no problem with them, but for me they’re almost like dying a thousand deaths. Not really that bad, but close. It feels as if I’ve just broken a really big unspoken rule, or like I’ve said something blindingly obvious or inappropriate. The silence makes me want to dig a deep hole and stay there. The longer the silence the deeper the hole.
Being the awkwardee is almost as bad as being the awkwarder. Maybe the awkwarder really did say something innapropriate. It’s hard to know what to do, other than shrug it off or stay quiet in those situations. But when it’s just a case of an oddball thought, a misplaced comment or a naive statement, what does it hurt to put one’s reputation at risk for a second to make the other person feel comfortable? Sometimes I stay silent just because everyone else is or because I’m afraid of what others will think if I speak up. This is wrong. Staying silent is almost always the cruellest thing to do in awkward situations.
Now I don’t often have the problem of being the awkwardee, because since I talk a lot, I’m generally on the awkwarder side. I tend to fill the silences with more talk to try and fix things, but it always makes things more awkward because the more I talk, the more prone I am to saying weird things. Having a lot to say is not really an all-the-time great policy.
Fortunately, there are a few gracious people out there who can make the awkwardness magically disappear with something as simple as a laugh or a few encouraging words. These awkward wizards are generally wonderful people as well as being wonderfully socially capable. From my short experience, they’ve tended to be effortlessly kinder, not quite as sarcastic and more interesting than most. They’re very convenient for we Chapmans to have around, doing double time as friends and foils. I’d love to get to that point someday.
Anyway, I passed my CLEP Western Civ II test! It’s a load off my shoulders, believe me. I feel like a free girl. Now on to Precalc. and Chemistry CLEPs. Oh, and I didn’t get pinched at all yesterday! So it was a pretty awesome day, all in all.
“Veganism is a diet and lifestyle that seeks to exclude the use of animals for food, clothing, or any other purpose.”
Animals are great. I love my cats, and as I’ve said before, I wouldn’t go hunting if my life depended on it. BUT I do have this little problem with ethical vegans. Vegan and vegetarian lifestyles don’t bother me at all if health is the only incentive. But ethical veganism… ger! Ethical veganism can carry all sorts of annoying baggage with it, like fluorescent light bulbs, Obama posters, and PETA membership cards. This anti-veg feeling started in earnest a couple of months ago. Before this experience, I had been fairly apathetic towards veggie-only types. It all started right after I had finished my workout at the Y. I had finished earlier than usual and was waiting on Mom and Christian in the lobby. The Y has tons of magazines in their lobby. They usually have something interesting to read, but on this particular day they had a golfing magazine, a hunting magazine, a Family Circle and a certain vegan lifestyle magazine. Golfing magazine had a golfing green on it’s cover. Hunting magazine had guns and dead animals on it’s cover. Family Circle had a bunch of articles on, I don’t know, losing baby fat and the psychology of your three year old. Vegan magazine had colorful cupcakes on it’s cover. It was very attractive. I opened it. It was pretty inside, too! Until I actually started reading it. Creepy tattoos and vegan punk bands dotted it’s faux-cheerful pages. One article likened eating eggs to stealing money from a rich, sick old man. ‘He won’t know the money’s gone, but it would still be wrong’. Likewise the chicken wouldn’t know the egg was gone but it would still be wrong to ‘steal’ and eat the egg.
I believe the chicken was made for two purposes. To make delicious eggs for my Saturday morning omelet and/or to become an 8-piece bucket at KFC.
It got worse. I found out one of the regular columnists was one of my favorite cartoonists. Their article on vegan weddings made me hope I would never, ever meet anyone special from downtown Portland. The ‘hearty’ recipes had absolutely NO animal byproducts in them. No pork! No beef! No snakeskin or leather or cow’s hooves or CHEESE! The worst part was the magazine’s air of condemnation. Call it guilt if you like, but the entire time I was reading the issue, I felt as if a thousand soybean stained fingers were pointed at me. Thankfully the Y always has a selection. I picked up the hunting magazine.
Betty Blonde is so much fun. I can do whatever I want with it. If I’m feeling a little 80’s, I’ll indulge an 80’s rock star. If I feel that Betty Blonde (the character) has been a little clichéd lately, I can make her repaint speed limit signs. If I feel like drawing buff guys (and I often do. They’re my favorite to draw. Scandalous!) I’ll bring in the Hankster. Betty Blonde is a limitless creative playground for me. But for a limitless playground, it’s really hard to break the limits. Christian and I often argue over whether or not to break the unwritten rules of Betty Blonde’s world. Christian’s world of Betty Blonde has a different set of rules than mine. Characters can do crazier things. While my Betty Blonde will do crazy things, she does crazy things within the laws of physics. For example, in Christian’s graphic novel, Betty Blonde and co. build a gigantic mountain and jump off it to get to China, all while citing pseudo-physics that totally apply to Christian’s Betty Blonde’s world. The same thing might look kind of off in my strip. At the same time, nearly all of my Betty Blonde’s punch lines would never dream of entering Christian’s Betty Blonde world. We’re going to try to achieve the best of both worlds in the strip soon though, because Christian has tons of great ideas.
Right now however, I’m feeling very warm towards men’s and pair’s Olympic figure skating. We’ll see where that goes!
I haven’t been on too many college campuses in my life, so I had few preconceived opinions when we arrived at Campbell to tour the campus. Our guide was an exuberant Italian-American woman from New Jersey whose two homeschooled children were enrolled at Campbell. Oddly enough, we found out that her sister had dated the same celebrity my cousin had worked for. It’s a small world. After the introductory video, we piled into a bright orange golf cart and drove around campus. It was a really cold, really gray, really dreary day, but I could see how beautiful the brick buildings and trees would be in the spring and fall.
I only got to see the auditorium from the outside, but it looked amazing. Our guide told us that anyone could participate in theater. I’m hoping to do that if I have the time since I’ve always wanted to be in a play! The dining hall looked cool. Call me a sheltered homeschooler if you will, but I’m actually looking forward to eating there. Yes, I’ve heard of the horrors of dorm food! After checking out the dining hall we went to the building where I expect to spend most of my time. The Math and Mass Comm. building was relatively new and very nice. The classrooms weren’t huge, proof of the low teacher to student ratio at Campbell.
I’m so excited to start in the fall. Campbell is extremely accommodating to homeschoolers. They will take all of my credits and hopefully will give me a good math degree. Yesterday while looking at the course catalog with Dad, I found out I could get a math major with a good minor in journalism. So that’s the tentative plan right now, and I’m very excited to implement it!
So here in the Chapman household nothing much has been happening (other than the very exciting college, academic, ACT etc. stuff which Dad has already filled you in on.) February is generally very dreary around here. Mundane things excite me more than usual. Like yesterday I used a men’s shampoo and now I smell like how I imagine one of those gray hair dye male models smell. I finally decided what kind of animal my nondescript white amigurumi is going to be. I drew my absolute best Mr. Nobody a couple of days ago. The day decided to be partly sunny today, instead of depressing like most other days in the month. Ah, the little things!
Thank goodness this weekend is shaping up to be exciting though! Some of our best friends are coming up from Charlotte to spend the weekend, we have a couple of secret projects in the works and in a few hours we’re going to tour Campbell! I’m so psyched for that. When we get back, I’ll write a blog post about it.
The ACT this year felt so much better than last year’s. Last year, there were many math and science questions that I didn’t know where to begin with, whereas this year I felt I could understand and ace every single question if I had had more time. Unfortunately I don’t think I paced myself perfectly, but I still feel a lot better about this year’s test, even the essay.
I have recently discovered the joys of vegetables that aren’t peas or lettuce or brocolli. When I was immature and unenlightened, I would go to Subway and order a plain ham and cheddar on wheat with only lettuce and tomato. But ever since I discovered the wonderful tangy taste of mustard (on an airplane, too!), food has slowly revealed to me a side of itself that I’d never seen before. Ham and cheddar is still my favorite. But now I eat ham and cheddar with cucumbers and green peppers and mustard! Portabello mushrooms are no longer rubbery over-sized fungi. They’re steak flavored rubber. Pickles and veggie pizza are growing on me. Those crunchy fat green bean pods that come with the vegetable trays at the grocery store are my current favorite vegetable after I tried them for the first time a few months ago. Still working on olives and raw onions though.
Here’s a few pictures for you Youngin! A coat is covering the pillar, but there is a hallway behind the back wall that you see, and a small areato the side of that where the fire pit originally was. The open area is where the tractor was supposed to go, but we put the fire pit in there and extended the wall on the far right and made it wrap around the big room with the pillar inside it. We had a lot of fun.
Roasting marshmallows in the parlor
Le Maison
Our friend Nathan, in the parlor
And here’s our house before we ruined all the pretty snow!
Well we’ve had an amazing snowy weekend! We ate a lot, almost like Christmas time, and we made the best snowfort of our lives. It was epic. We woke up on Saturday morning all ready to get cold and wet and make snowmen and such, but unfortunately the snow was pure powder with a frozen upper crust. Not prime snowball/snow-fort/snowman making weather. We stayed inside and made churros (Special on that coming up soon) and sulked around. Sunday morning, everything was frozen so we couldn’t make it to meeting. After we had a little Bible study on our own we went outside to explore some more, eventually discovering something amazing. The upper crust of the snow was frozen through but still relatively soft and breakable, so if one just made a small hole in the ground, one could pry up big squares and blocks of solid snow. Way more manageable than last years hand-packed snow blocks. With the help of our neighbor friends, we quickly amassed a ton of blocks and piled them up. The end result was a circle shaped snow fort that went as high as my chest with a pillar in the middle and a hallway leading to another small room and another, larger room beside that. It was kind of S shaped. We had intended for the second, larger room to be a parking spot for our tractor/sled-puller, but the tractor wouldn’t start so we just hauled our fire pit in there and roasted marshmallows. Very awesome.
Does anyone read Pearls Before Swine? It’s my favorite syndicated comic, right after Calvin and Hobbes and FoxTrot and maybe Cul de Sac. Probably before Cul de Sac, but after FoxTrot actually. Anyway, PBS tends to be a bit darkish, but it’s really hilarious sometimes. Really one of the few comic strips that I actually laugh out loud on. I always look forward to Pastis‘s (the author) horrible puns. You can tell when he’s going to do one because his entire set-up sounds so odd, but you never can tell what the pun will be. Yesterday’s was a classic example. It does contain a swear word (from a classic movie), but it’s still funny. Or un-funny. It goes both ways.
He’s definitely one of my major inspirations in the humor department. He’s not always funny, but he is funny more often than most others. I wish I could get Betty Blonde to that point. It’s very difficult for me to not write awkard-ish humor. I think it’s a stage of life thing… adolescent age, adolescent humor. But I know what’s funny! I laugh at funny things! Generally speaking what’s funny in real life isn’t that funny in a comic strip though. I find it very hard to transfer a ‘you had to be there’ joke to comic strip format. Maybe it’s just a matter of practice.
My diary is dead. It was boring to write in, every entry felt really contrived and formulaic. Instead of a diary I now keep a book of lists and plans and drawings and thoughts and ideas and stories and scribblings that I write in whenever I feel like. It’s a lot easier to keep than a diary, and a lot more fun. I write in it more consistently then I ever did in my run-of-the-mill diary. Anyway, in that book of lists and things, I have a list titled in dramatic balloon text:
It’s basically a list of all the songs that we can remember growing up listening to. They’re not all that good but most of them have some sort of story, or at least a memory to go along with them. The entire Shrek soundtrack is in there. It reminds us of the early 2000’s and going to government school. Evil Ways by Santana is in there because Christian sang that over and over again last summer. A LOT of Enya is in there because we’ve listened to that from the womb. ‘Only Time’ is special because (oddly enough) it reminds me of laying on the floor and reading Tintin comic books. Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen and Do Wah Diddy are two of our favorite sing-alongs. Matchmaker from Fiddler on the Roof : my 15th birthday and my friend Jenna. In the Hall of the Mountain King by Edvard Grieg : running around the house. Lady Gaga makes us feel ‘culturally aware’ and reminds us of swimteam with the middle schoolers. Certain songs remind us of certain people. Pocketful of Sunshine, for example. I associate that with our trip to Kitty Hawk with our friends the Larsons a couple of years ago. Complicated by Avril Lavigne. I thought I was way cool for liking that song back in the third grade. Hello Seattle by Owl City reminds me of my east coast AND west coast friends. Wee Sing America has many many memories attached to it. The Beach Boys remind me of Dad. So do Leonard Cohen and Percy Sledge. Rod Stewart and Pandora remind me of Mom. Pavarotti reminds me of Grandpa. Tainted Love by Soft Cell. Hey There Delilah. The House of the Rising Sun (of COURSE!!!) ALL of Celtic Woman’s songs remind me of the eighth grade and moving to NC. Ottmar Liebert (classical guitar) reminds us of living in Texas. American Pie. Clair de Lune. Led Zeppelin. Amazing Grace. Christmas music is a category unto itself. Everything we’ve ever heard is in there! Excepting hymns.
Hymns have stories too though. Since I was twelve I’ve associated a certain hymn with each convention that I’ve been to. Boring ’02 (an exception) was #87, Saginaw ’06 was #98, Demorest ’08 was #200, Denton ’09 was probably #102… Saginaw ’09 was definitely #409. #108 will always be associated with going to union meeting at a certain family’s house. #117 reminds me of when I was 4. #77 reminds me of Christian. #75 reminds me of Hawaii (naturally). #158 makes me sad. I could go on and on.
But I won’t because I need to go look out the window and watch for snow! So excited!!
Every once in a while, when a girl gets a little nostalgic, her thoughts turn to the green valleys of Oregon. I’ve been feeling a little nostalgic lately, thus my thoughts have been close to my home state. And since I think lists are the number one best way to relieve stress, I made a couple of them concerning Oregon.
Sadly enough, I’m not an Oregon native. I actually only lived there for around 12 years. Since I left when I was 13, I don’t know Oregon culture as deeply as Oregonians like my Dad, and since I’ve been gone for two years I tend to generalize things. But I do know some basics.
Oregon, in my mind, is divided into two main camps: Loggers and hippies. I think the rest of the country thinks ‘hippie/environmentalist’ when they think Oregon, but most of the people I know are loggers. I’m told there’s also a hybrid called a logger-hippie, but you can’t be both. If you claim to be both, then you’re definitely a hippie. Each camp has many subdivisions and many traits. Here are a few examples.
You may be an Oregon ‘logger’ if:
You’re a farm kid
You’re in Portland/Eugene/Corvallis but not of it
You’re a transplant from some state in the Bible belt
You live in Klamath Falls
You live anywhere in Eastern Oregon besides Bend
You’re a rabid member of the NRA
You’ve ever cut down a tree
You maybe an Oregon ‘hippie’ if
You’re a rabid environmentalist
You’re in Portland/Eugene/Corvallis and proud of it
You’re a vegan
You’re a non-mainstream-sports junky
You’re a California transplant
You sport a gray man-ponytail or astrologically themed jewelery
You’ve ever hugged a tree
Of course this is highly stratified and generalized. I’d like to call myself a logger but I’ve never cut down a tree or shot a gun or lived in Klamath Falls (although that would be way cool). I’m a bit of a hypocrite actually. Gun rights are awesome! But I would never kill an animal for fun. In Oregon we recycled all the time. And I think I hugged a tree once. Actually our family is more of a small town family than anything. Not pure enough for either camp, we’re stuck in a muddy little purgatory.
Thank goodness we’re in North Carolina now though! I don’t have to figure out what camp we’re in here because I still don’t get it.
What are you?
I updated the Betty Blonde About page with a few short bios. I’m hoping to make it better and more detailed later (maybe with some illustrations?) but this’ll do for now. Christian’s been thinking about putting up a wiki for it soon too.
About:
Betty Blonde is a Monday-Friday web comic created by my brother (Christian Chapman) and me (Kelly Chapman). It’s pretty random because the characters were developed when we were 9 or 10, so here’s a quick guide to help you out.
Characters:
Secondary Characters:
If you have any questions, comments, or suggestions, don’t hesitate to email us at bettyblonde@chapmankids.net
You know what I’ve noticed? Messy buns are particularly hard to master. If I concentrate too hard while making them, I run the risk of ending up with one of three looks: ‘Neat and tidy bun that was supposed to be messy’ or ‘messy bun with too much thought put into it’ or just ‘mess’ This is why I prefer making neat and tidy buns. I like how they look and they’re much more simple to make than messy buns. Unfortunately, by wearing a neat and tidy bun every Sunday I run the risk of developing a premature signature bun. I am too young for this! Signature buns are for settled matrons and gossipy old maids. I am most certainly not at this advanced (though coveted and highly respected) stage of life.
Besides, my Sunday bun is more of a chignon than anything, and chignons do not signature buns make. No, signature buns have some sort of flair. For some women this means piling their hair on top of their heads a-la-Marge-Simpson, or poofing up the front part a-la-pompadour, or pulling it tightly back and wrapping it around their heads like a hot dog a-la-someone-I-know. Ah, the varieties!! Though I’m ashamed to admit it, I used to draw the backs of women’s heads during Gospel meeting, meticulously shading every tuck in the French rolls, every misplaced hair in the doughnuts, every twist in the sky-highs! Yes, a signature bun is the culmination of a life well lived. It tells people who you are, what you were, it screams your personality to the world. When people see your hair, they not only see your hair, they see YOU in your hair! This is why I am unprepared for one. As much as I and nearly every other girl I know long for a signature, it is unattainable as of yet.
But let’s pray it stays that way for another 40 years, OK?
Dad’s got homeschool pretty much covered, but not the rest of our lives, so here’s our 2009 in summary!
January:
It snows a lot… everyone’s toes are cold and we make tamales and go go-karting at Pigeon Forge with friends and 25 Random Things on Facebook is big.
February:
I take the ACT. That’s it. February is always such an uneventful month.
March
Amigurumis are made, we go to Georgia to visit good friends and go to the World of Coke, and we see FIDDLER ON THE ROOF(!!!) I turn 15.
April
Aunt Julia comes to visit and we do awesome things like make bread and play card games and go to garden nurseries!
May
Swimteam starts up again, the whole family gets temporarily fired up about the garden, we all cook a lot and go to the history museum, and we go to a paintball get together in the Charlotte area.
June
Christian and I laugh it up with the swimteam buddies, Christian owns his events, I do something weird to my arm in mine, and we all enjoy summertime.
July
Tio Jorge, Tia Mary, Jorgito, Valeria and Brandon all come down for a visit, we celebrate the fourth of July with the Mathises (early fireworks!!) Dad and Christian complete the cat tower, my friend Danielle stays with us for a weekend, Betty Blonde turns 1, Betty Blonde T-shirt is released.
August
We go to OREGON!! There, we are greeted at Portland’s green-and-purple carpeted airport by awesome friends. We stay with Grandma and Grandpa, visit old friends and wonderful cousins, and best of all, go to Boring for a work day and to Saginaw for convention. It went by too quickly! School starts up again. 8th grade for Christian, 10th grade for me.
September
Conventions continue… we go to Denton and Shelby and see our Southern friends. Christian turns 14.
October
We go to another get together in the Charlotte area (different people), carve pumpkins, play soccer with friends and sing hymns. Christian and I have a Halloween party + ice skating. I am the Cat in the Hat. Christian is a newspaper vending machine.
November
MEXICO! We go to Thanksgiving dinner, my quincenera, a wedding, and lots of carne asadas! We get to see all our beautiful little cousins and all our beautiful older cousins. We are lucky to have seen both sets of cousins in one year!
December
We start the annual Christmas puzzle, Jenna and I do a lot of baking, Dad works hard, Mom works hard, we have a lovely Christmas, and we ring in the New Year with our now traditional call to the Joyces.
Today is BUSY and I’m a little lazy, so I’m just gonna put up some overdue Christmas photos and catch up on the blog later. 🙂
Sugar cookies that Jenna and I made
Tons of chocolate covered pretzels and a cookie bag. Please ignore the mayonnaise and artichoke hearts.
Jenna and I before going Christmas shopping. If you can’t tell, Jenna’s the fashionable one, and I’m the candy cane. You should have seen my knee socks… o_O
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