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Miss Lohan,

I’ve noticed that whenever I watch TV, read a magazine, surf Google news, or listen to the radio, I am constantly reminded of your presence in Hollywood. I imagine that if we went to high school together, you would be that obnoxious girl who was always spreading rumors and trying to break up couples so you could steal people’s boyfriends. This is not a way to get people to like you, my friend. You are only 19 years old. It’s pretty sad when all of the famous people don’t like you and you haven’t even reached the legal drinking age.

Sincerely,

Someone who is tired of hearing about your high school ways

Don’t remind me that I just wrote a fake note to Lindsay Lohan. I know.

Random smiley picture in the car.

El Taco Sucio aka The Dirty Taco Peter loooves the Dirty Taco!

All dressed up and still acting like we’re 6.

Sometimes I’m in the mood to write 9000 entries in a day. Sometimes I have absolutely nothing to say or nothing that I want to take the time to say on here. Just so you know.

Sunday was a windy day, windy enough for flying my new kite from the Dollar Tree. I took it outback and tried to fly it and realized that I would probably not make a good pilot. I couldn’t get the stupid thing to stay in the air longer than 5 seconds. Of course, Peter had to show me how it was done, and of course, he is a flying genius. After I got my kite-flying-butt served, we decided to make our own box kite. You know those fancy kites that are square-ish. We went to the local hardware store and got some dowels, trashbags, tubing, and string. I think the assembly (process) was more productive than the flying of it afterward. I did have a great time watching Peter running around the yard like a nut with a trashbag on some sticks. I’m sure he was just as amused when I ran around.

On a side note, what is up with this crazy weather?

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I wish this picture turned out a little clearer, but I love it.

There’s this new show on MTV called Yo Momma. It’s completely ridiculous. A bunch of Californians get together and make fun of each other’s mommas. I have no idea why, but sometimes I watch it. Out of boredom, I guess. It’s pretty sad that there must be nothing else of worth on and that I turn to some show that makes Yo Momma jokes. I think you should watch it once just to see how goofy the new MTV generation is.

Well, today was one of those Spring Saturdays. You know what I’m talking about… the ones where no matter where you go, you will end up doing someone’s Spring cleaning and/or home improvement. Peter and I spent the first half of the day putting wooden timbers around his flowerbed outfront. After we did that, we cleaned out the Sugar Glider cage and made some adjustments to it. Lily and Lennon had a great time running through the hose while I cleaned the cage.

At the moment, I am entertaining myself on Peter’s laptop while he works on his homework… hence the Yo Momma. I guess I’ll go stalk people on MySpace now.

I always make fun of my younger cousins who have their trendy AIM profiles in some teenage language that no one can actually read. I found this website while I was blog-hopping and thought that any parents/siblings/aunts/uncles/teachers out there could appreciate. HaV3 PhUn!

I drove around the city all afternoon lookng for the correct Post Office so I could pick up some keys–which they .did. .not. let me pick up. I hate that I live in a city where the post offices are on the same street on total opposide ends.

I also found this site that gives you a description of your personality DNA. I thought it was kinda cute. It takes some time, but it’s neat to see the answers.

I keep seeing all of these photographers taking pictures of themselves in the mirror, so I decided to give it a try. I always feel stupid taking pictures of myself. You know what I’m talking about… all those 14 year olds on MySpace who have the downward-angle shot of themselves with their arm reaching outward to hold the camera. To me, this style picture signifies “I have no friends to take my picture.”

This statue is of St. Francis of Assisi, the patron saint of animals. My mom had wanted one of these for a long time and finally got him a few years ago. She had to drive over the Chesapeake Bay Bridge Tunnel to get him, which makes him one expensive man.

This is Daisy. She is a black bear hamster and is about 2 years old. Apparently these hamsters are bred for their calm temperament, but the ironic part about that is Daisy beat the crap out of her sister hamster. Now her sister only has one eye. The two girls remain separated.

Hamster in a shoe