"But ah'm not afraid of dyin'. Cause I know that when I get to heaven there are gonna be these wonderful trees, and ah'm gonna climb them. But you know what? Instead of leaves and flowers, those trees are gonna have fried eggs, and delicious Virginia ham, and big heaping bowls of biscuits and sausage gravy. And one day, Sammy, you're gonna meet me there, and we're gonna climb those breakfast trees together, and it's gonna be delicious and we're gonna be happy until the end of time."


I can post pictures now! Look at my nieces and nephews and say "Awwwww."

Four (adorable) reasons my parents aren't on my ass to have children (yet):
Courtesy of my younger brothers. The uber-adorable one with the face tatoo(?) is Chloe, she's John's daughter. Next, clockwise, we have Melanie (Cameron's by marriage, maybe?), Caleb(Cameron's by accident, ooh, did I say that?), and finally we have Isaac (Heather's, not actually related, but calls John dad, so close enough, right?). Isn't family great?
Can't wait until the other four of us have kids, then we'll have our very own circus.

Oh, and I can do bullets now too. I swear, I'm not trying to be Holly. Really. Promise.
Okay, maybe just a little.

  • Sam knows how much I love robots, that's why he drew this picture of me.
  • Sewell and I watched Season 1 of The Office last night. Fuuuunnnny. Cock.
  • Oh, and I was finally honored to meet the illustrious, yet elusive, Joan of Lore. Good times!