Forgotten Hidden Haunted Mansion

Right now I should be doing my job. I should be cleaning the backyard, lounge and trash. But I don't want to. I'll do it later or yeah in a minute.

These days, at least once a day, consist of Jennie and I spending some good ole time together. Yesterday she rode on the handlebars of my bike, we played cards together, we sang miley cyrus songs together while I played them on the guitar, we played on the computer together, and we found some pictures she took from about a year ago.

Let us start off with the only happy picture we found. We wanted to make this picture as happy as possible to semi balance out the pictures coming up, thus the extreme fake sky.

Last summer our family took a road trip to South Dakota. Who would have thought behind an Exxon lives this beauty.

Now, can you say "real haunted house"? Real haunted house. Good job. Yes this is a real haunted house.

Ok, I don't really know if it was haunted, but if I was a ghost with an unresolved death, I would definitely hang out here.

Whatever I want

I am beginning to see why people like photo editing. Basically, you can make the picture be whatever you want, related or not to real life. I might go as far as thing photo editing is a type of therapy. At least it has helped me get through some of my toughest times these last couple of days.

Remember the nickelodeon little kid show "Macey?" Macey is a mouse who lives in a weird world with green and purple skies and red and aqua grass. Her friends are alligators, bears, cockroaches and who knows what else. They don't ever say any words in this children's show, all they do is squeak or mumble or blab. I'm pretty sure the point of this show is to brainwash the future of America that it is ok to think outside of the box, or be weird, or have your own brain or something like that.

All I know is that just like the purple skies and red grass in Macey's world, with a little help from photoshop, you can master the same thing and let your creativity flow. Warning: I do not recommend to start speaking is squeaks, mumbles or blabs, I guess most don't consider that creative art yet.

Basically, what I'm getting at is that I took some pictures this last week, edited them, calmed myself, watched Macey the mouse, and then felt fine about life.

This picture is my least favorite and my mothers favorite. I don't know if I am just missing my childhood or something, but I feel like that sign should say "Welcome to Sesame Street."

Sand, sand, glorious sand

Alright- actually I did nothing glorious with the sand. I tried to build a sandcastle, but then I got bored and not very many people wanted to help me and so I just made a really packed down pile of sand. However, some might consider that pretty glorious.

Here are some more stories that most would consider glorious. I ate fruit, sandwiches and cookies under an umbrella on the beach. My sister, my cousins, my brother, and a friend- we all made a pyramid on the beach. Somehow I ended up on the bottom in the middle.

We stood out in the waves and practiced our floating techniques. If you did not know, floating in ocean water is a little bit easier than swimming pool water. We stood in a line and jumped as high as we could while my mother took our picture. Also we fed seagulls. The end.

Girls Camp 2009

Life is a success when camp edgewood (girls camp) is included. Here are a couple great things that happened. I climbed the rock wall while carrying on a conversation with my bay-layer and then I jumped from the zip line with no fear.I went swimming in the lake and a fish that was who knows how big, tried to eat me. Ok, it was probably only a couple inches big and i think it just wanted me to scratch him behind his ears, but still.

Also, we had one of the best planned and executed water balloon ambushes known to man. This included me hiding under a bridge with four water balloons in my hands for about 30 minutes and then attacking the priesthood with no sympathy.

Camp Edgewood is my favorite for a couple of reasons but the main one is Ranger Ro and Patsy that run the camp and their daughter Leslie. Some of the best people ever who will like you if you include them in on a prank and will love you if you send them a picture in the mail.

I decided girls camp is a place for girls.