this month has crept/absolutely flown by. and because i didn't have a job until the very end, I feel like i did nothing. oh wait, because that's correct. i did nothing. hahaha.
this month was spent mostly being completely in love with Natalie, Caleb and Jenna. My two nieces and nephew who live here. I took the CBEST, and kicked it's butt. So know i can be a substitute teacher in California for the REST OF MY LIFE, SUCKAS!
too bad I have to finish 90 credits first. ha. riiiiiiight.
I schemed for a long time about the perfect present for Stephen. I went to six flags with Janelle and her family on her birthday. I re-read the hunger games and legitimately bawled when *spoiler!*
Finnick died. my feelings for Mockingjay are hard to describe. so i won't try.
I also spent some time doing stuff with the YSA group...
I dressed up as pinocchio for a disney themed dance and Mal dressed up as herself because she's too cool for that stuff. don't judge my nose, i was trying to be all wooden.
this picture is blurry but love it, because everyday Natalie and Caleb get ridiculously excited for "Grandpa Jamie" to come home. and here he has them both on his lap and is telling them the story of the time he caught ten squirrels at scout camp when he was fifteen with a trash can and pay day bars and tricked the mean boy into opening the trash can and all the squirrels jumped out and attacked him. My favorite part of that story is that it's real. hahahhaha
We. brake. SOO many cups around here. honestly like every couple weeks someone drops a mug or glass. my mom hates most of our mugs, so i don't know why she's complaining about us breaking all of them. this one was tragic though, Dad's RBA raisin cup.
he looked like he was about to dang cry when i told him that i broke it. he said it was alright, but then he sulked in his room.
Also, I like to drive around Radiator springs. I mean Madera California.
But really, come on, how can you not smile at that face?
Tomorrow i'm excited to show y'all Brandon's birthday present :)
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