Tribute to Glitzy

Love takes courage, everyone. Happy Weekend.

Selfiez

                                      
                                      

Doesn't get better than this folks.

You've Got Weed (among other famous Weed titles)

1.Weed Wars
2.Space Weed
3.Wuthering Weed
4.To Kill A Weed
5.Weed Kill a Mockingird
6.Where the Red Weed Grows
7.Of Weed and Men
8.Weed Bud
9.It's A Wonderful Weed
10.Children of the Weed
11.Escape from Weed Mountain
12.The Chronicles of Weed
13.The Weed of Narnia
14.High School Weed
15.Once Upon a Weed
16.Old Weed
17.Lord of the Weed
18.The Sound of Weed or The Weed of Music
19.Weed Balls (This was Wendy's contribution, cheeky, huh)
20.The Lion Weed
21.Because of Weed Dixie
22.Two Weeds Notice
23.Weed Pray Love
24.The Weed Games/The Hunger Weed
25.Finding Weed
26.The National Weed
27.Weed of the Caribbean
28.The Dark Weed Rises
29.Legally Weed
30.The Devil Wears Weed
31.Pretty Weed
32.My Best Friend's Weed
33.Dirty Weeding
34.Free Weed
35.Meet the Weeds
36.The Weed Ranger
37.When Harry Met Sally
38.The Jungle Weed
39.Weedless in Seattle
40.Saving Private Weed
41.O Weed, Where Art Thou
42.The Man from Weedy River
43.Arsenic and Old Weed
44.Monty Python and the Holy Weed
45.The Princess Weed
46.Romancing the Weed
47.The Weed in the Stone
48.Weed of the Lost Arc
49.The Weed of the Mohicans
50.Dances with Weeds

bread

" I figured Taylor would come to our rescue. Because of that, I'm going to each bread." -Mom

Jessa cooks better.

Oh hey guys, Taylor is a good cook. In fact, today, she burned garlic (It's more complicated to cook than it sounds. Oh wait... maybe not....), dumped out her nasty grease BEFORE realizing she had more squash to fry, and last but not least, cooked her chicken in italian salad dressing. Typical college student. And then had the NERVE to hack my Facebook!! What a freak.
I'm emotionally scarred, and I could sue.
Or just humiliate you in cyberspace. Oh wait, no one reads this crap....  yet.....

Peace from me, Abs.

GRAB YOUR TORCH AND PITCHFORK...Abby is a witch!

I'm just taking this opportunity to explain my undying love for Abigail Wood Holdsworth. I realize that by writing out the whole name, it sounds much like I am confessing a much different sort of love. But I mean it in a completely non-lesbian way. (one should never have to explain such things.) Anyway...
I just creeped on her other blog [which I hope you (if you exists outside of the world of Abby and I) will explore], and my little heart just swelled up, much in the same manner as a frightened puffer-fish. Only my heart was full with pride and love, but a puffer is just full of gas... The point of this being, in the time that I have known this girl (really I should say young lady), I have become so so attached. In knowing Abby, I have experienced something that I just haven't experienced in any of my prior relationships (if you are squeamish and have an aversion to mushy gushy crap, now is the time to stop. even if you don't... it's about to get rough). I have felt what it feels like to honestly adore someone, in a way that is true and unselfish. I don't know what it is like to have a child, but I'm seriously comparing this to the stuff that parents talk about.
So, readers beware, she might be a witch, because I didn't know anyone could make me love them that much (especially not a high school girl), and yet she did... Which leads me to believe, Abby has cast a hex or something on me. So that was the whole point of this one... To warn you against the dangers of knowing Abbs.

breathing and fear

Sometimes I hear myself breathing and I am scared.

Taylor: MY REVENGE

hahahahah lil' taylor. what a cute lil' kid
to be continued.......

Me again.

Hey guys, me again.

Well, I hope that you are all doing as well as I am. Which is pretty good. (^Obviously)
Taylor, call me. No really, hmu.

Poop.

I can do whatever I want! WOOOOO! The blog still exists, and no doubt, Abby is not checking up on it, so I can write about anything I darn well please. It's not as if  I couldn't in the first place, because it's not as if anyone is ever going to read this, but still. It's fun. I mean, I titled the post poop. The summer passed by with some eventful happenings that I will go to no length to describe, except to say that they occurred. Summer has since come to an end, and another school year has begun. Abigail and I are both juniors this year, so basically this is a hectic time for both of us. Tomorrow is Wednesday, which means wild and wonderful and weird and wacky and wawesome, because Wednesday night dinners are to begin again (at least I hope so). Last year, Wednesdays were basically the highlight of my week. So this year it will be even more highighty, because this year, school sucks even more! Hooray! (I still feel like I am having a party all by myself, because no one is reading over this).

We Made Salad.

We are proud of ourselves.

Here is a picture.

Lollygaggin'

I'm pretty disappointed in myself. I must say, I had high hopes for this blog. I mean, I had planned on an abundance of witty entries existing by now. But, obvi, life got in the way. SOoooooOooo. Time to squeeze a whole bunch of things that I had wanted to say into one! I'm leaving tomorrow for a week, and when I get back Abby will be gone for Work Crew :o( It's not exactly the end of the world, but it's pretty much the end of an era because our living together is over. I'm officially disowning Abby after we don't live together (I was only friends with her in the first place so that her parents would offer me a place to live for the summer). Anyway, onto making up for lost blogging time.

CHRIS HEMSWORTH. nuff said. But not really, because I'm going to say much more about that robustly pulchritudinous man. I'm going to say that I could never ogle over someone so much as Chris Hemsworth. He has the most beautiful (Abby says breathtaking) head of hair. Chris wears suits. Chris rides in cars. Chris goes to the beach. Chris does manly things, like slam Ironman through trees. Chris is Thor. I'm overly obsessed. It's a slight problem.

We take him on adventures.





What he said about this: "Your ancestors called it magic." 



It's just love.

Fare thee well, Earthlings,

Taylor

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Pilot

Why are pilots called pilots? We think it's a little dumb stupid. Navigating an opening for the rest of the season? That doesn't even sound right. Well... whatever a pilot is/should be, this is where it all begins.

Don't expect anything spectacular, because our only plan is to ramble on, for the sole purpose of entertaining ourselves. You're reading our rainy day plan. This is probably going to be a pathetic mix of cooking, crafting, and celebrating other such small accomplishments (like getting dressed ^_^). 

So fasten your seatbelts, and keep your arms and legs inside the vehicle at all times, it's bound to be a bumpy ride.
I think that's about it.
                     TTFN! (heheheh)             Adios, fellow cucarachas.
                            Taylor                         Abby