Everyone knows death in inevitable. But sometimes it's harder to deal with than other kinds of hardships. Me well, I've gone through my fair share of losses. My grandmother was a great woman, she was kind, gentle, good with words, and well the best woman there was. She made cookies and cakes at Christmas. She was always a good baker, she made my parents wedding cake, she literally could cook anything given a recipe, and some ingredients.
She always knew when I was lying too. One night my parents were gone on vacation to Myrtle Beach, South Carolina, I arrived home at eleven that night. When she asked where I'd been. I of course said the most bogus lie ever. I told her I'd been out with some friends studying while really I was out with my boyfriend. She saw straight through my deceit and said, "Well that's funny because I called your Braydens mother and she said you all were together."
I stared at her, my eyes shot straight to the ground in pity for myself and inside I was filled with guilt. She had seen through my lies and was hoping I'd be truthful, well I wasn't. She then said, "Whitney I forgive you, I know your mom and Darrin don't allow you out ever. You gotta trust me though."
I simply nodded and said sorry like the many times I had before. That moment will always be etched into my mind. That was exactly two weeks before she died. I'll never forget that day. She was driving my cousin back to Washington, Missouri when she suffered a heart attack. They say you know when it's coming like you can feel it before it happens. Well that didn't happen. She clentched her chest in agony as she swirved and hit that tree. She never knew it was coming, it just happened. Doctors told us she didn't suffer long but I know inside they'll never know for sure. I guess I just wish I knew this was coming. I think of all these holidays that pass by. I think of the missing cookies, and the on going laughter. I miss her so much. But I know in my heart God planned this. The bible says that those who believe and accept Jesus and God into there heart go to Heaven. I hope this is true she deserves it. I love her so much and my heart aches when I think of her. But I know she is in a happy place and walking with angels.
I love you Grandma...
Friday, December 9, 2011
Thursday, December 8, 2011
My First Love:)
Everyone describes love as this fairy tale feeling of emotions how it was so perfect, how you both were just in sync. Well lets say my first didn't start off that way. I fell in love and to this day I still feel it. When we talk, laugh, and smile I feel my heart aching a little bit inside morning his lost. But time is said to heal the wounds of love. Brayden and I were a year apart. He was in 8th grade, me in 7th. I was new to this jr high scene. I loved singing , he loved art. I loved NFL and he loved NCAA. I wanted to be a forensic scientist and he wanted to be a architect. We were totally different. But that didn't stop our flowering love. I lived in a country home where hunting was considered holy while in his home hunting, camou, and all things country were considered odd. My mom was a nurse and his a teacher. My dad did construction while his did architecture. We had two totally seperate lives.
I met him through a friend named Draeke. He's been my friend for as long as I can remember. We'd been in the same class for years on end, now was the only time we didn't spend every class period together. He came up to me almost as in a rush to tell me words I'll never forget. He said, "Whitney!!! Brayden likes you!! He told me so in study hall!"
My heart felt as though it had just grown four sizes as the Grinchs did in "How the Grinch Stole Christmas". I quicky uttered, "OH MY GOSH!!!! REALLY?!"
He simply smiled and said yes. I was so happy this guy I saw constantly in the halls, the boy who lived right down the road liked me! Not the blonde, perfect girl Kaylin, not big boobed Kayla, or sexually active Megan, but me! I was so shocked, and excited it was like this light flickered inside my heart telling me he's the one. I simply walked down the hall trying to pretend I was all cool, but inside I wanted to sing and run through the halls. Then came Brayden, exiting 4th hour art with Mrs. Heal. I walked nonshalantly to P.E. As he casually walked past I grabbed his arm and said I needed to talk to him at lunch. His cheeks gained a tone of redness as he nodded ok. I did the horrid running exercises, and rashed to luch as the bell sounded for B lunch period. I went straight to Brayden like a bee attracted to a honey comb. I said calmly, "Hey B." Everyone called him that I still do.
He smiled towards me and said, "Hey Whitney." As slowly his cheeks gained that red flourish of color. I then said pushing the words, "Ok Draeke told me that you like me, and I don't know if you do. But I like you too. We may be total oposites but I like you a lot." I could hear the tension through the air. His facial expression didn't change though he simply grinned even harder and said as though it were breath taking, "I like you too. I think about you constantly. I tried writing you a note but I couldn't figure out how to put my feelings into words. But... Whitney Anne Sarver I want to go out with you, so will you go out with me? Tonight I was planning to go to a movie do you wanna come?"
I shouted with excitement yes! That's how our love first started and I'll always remember those first words exchanged.
I met him through a friend named Draeke. He's been my friend for as long as I can remember. We'd been in the same class for years on end, now was the only time we didn't spend every class period together. He came up to me almost as in a rush to tell me words I'll never forget. He said, "Whitney!!! Brayden likes you!! He told me so in study hall!"
My heart felt as though it had just grown four sizes as the Grinchs did in "How the Grinch Stole Christmas". I quicky uttered, "OH MY GOSH!!!! REALLY?!"
He simply smiled and said yes. I was so happy this guy I saw constantly in the halls, the boy who lived right down the road liked me! Not the blonde, perfect girl Kaylin, not big boobed Kayla, or sexually active Megan, but me! I was so shocked, and excited it was like this light flickered inside my heart telling me he's the one. I simply walked down the hall trying to pretend I was all cool, but inside I wanted to sing and run through the halls. Then came Brayden, exiting 4th hour art with Mrs. Heal. I walked nonshalantly to P.E. As he casually walked past I grabbed his arm and said I needed to talk to him at lunch. His cheeks gained a tone of redness as he nodded ok. I did the horrid running exercises, and rashed to luch as the bell sounded for B lunch period. I went straight to Brayden like a bee attracted to a honey comb. I said calmly, "Hey B." Everyone called him that I still do.
He smiled towards me and said, "Hey Whitney." As slowly his cheeks gained that red flourish of color. I then said pushing the words, "Ok Draeke told me that you like me, and I don't know if you do. But I like you too. We may be total oposites but I like you a lot." I could hear the tension through the air. His facial expression didn't change though he simply grinned even harder and said as though it were breath taking, "I like you too. I think about you constantly. I tried writing you a note but I couldn't figure out how to put my feelings into words. But... Whitney Anne Sarver I want to go out with you, so will you go out with me? Tonight I was planning to go to a movie do you wanna come?"
I shouted with excitement yes! That's how our love first started and I'll always remember those first words exchanged.
Friday, December 2, 2011
The Days of Pranks
Everyone has had their fair share of laughs and pranks towards one another but it's the one you laugh about for ages that really matters. Well lets just say I've had my fair share of theses and my little darling sister Ami has always been the target. I've done many cruel things to this lovely child as she grew up but this prank will always make me chuckle every now and then.
Everyones heard of the old put someones hand in warm water and they'll "relieve" themselves in their bed, or where ever they are resting in that moment of time. Well this was that prank. My friend Christina and I thought that night would be an absolutly perfect night to try this out. My dad was gone away like most nights, but it was the weekend. So for three whole days (if you include Friday) we were going to be alone with ,two mindless children, my brother and sister Lucas and Ami. They had fallen a sleep around nine like usual but me and Christina had decided to stay up late watching some Jack Ass 2.5, funniest movie ever, and eating some buttery and salty popcorn. She leaned over to me and said, " Omg wouldn't it be so funny to make Ami pee the bed?!"
I laughed a little trying to be quiet to avoid waking the little monsters I call siblings up. I simply shook my head in agreement. Christina then gathered our "weapons" including warm water, a bowl, and a camera. We snuck into my sisters room like ninjas from Japan. We darted through the dark room only lit up by the moons glimmer through the window. We eased her hand into the water, and sure enough a flood of liquid escaped her pants and came revealing itself through the blankets. The smell then came. It will always be etched into my nostrils. It smelled of "too much ammonia" as Mrs. Asaturian would have told me. The scent was rancid but the pictures will always make me die of laughter. I snapped three photos of my helpless sister. Then we dashed away almost as fast as a Oklahoma Twister. We then fell a sleep.
We awoke to the screams of my sister. She cried, "Daddy!!! I am wet!!!" I don't think I've ever woken up and laughed so hard in my life! Eventually a few months down the road we told my dad of our adventure with pranks. He laughed along with us as the prankster we all knew he was. My sister wasn't too happy, but now we all laugh. Well ok she still hates us but oh well. I love her and that's all that matters; she will eventually get over it.
Everyones heard of the old put someones hand in warm water and they'll "relieve" themselves in their bed, or where ever they are resting in that moment of time. Well this was that prank. My friend Christina and I thought that night would be an absolutly perfect night to try this out. My dad was gone away like most nights, but it was the weekend. So for three whole days (if you include Friday) we were going to be alone with ,two mindless children, my brother and sister Lucas and Ami. They had fallen a sleep around nine like usual but me and Christina had decided to stay up late watching some Jack Ass 2.5, funniest movie ever, and eating some buttery and salty popcorn. She leaned over to me and said, " Omg wouldn't it be so funny to make Ami pee the bed?!"
I laughed a little trying to be quiet to avoid waking the little monsters I call siblings up. I simply shook my head in agreement. Christina then gathered our "weapons" including warm water, a bowl, and a camera. We snuck into my sisters room like ninjas from Japan. We darted through the dark room only lit up by the moons glimmer through the window. We eased her hand into the water, and sure enough a flood of liquid escaped her pants and came revealing itself through the blankets. The smell then came. It will always be etched into my nostrils. It smelled of "too much ammonia" as Mrs. Asaturian would have told me. The scent was rancid but the pictures will always make me die of laughter. I snapped three photos of my helpless sister. Then we dashed away almost as fast as a Oklahoma Twister. We then fell a sleep.
We awoke to the screams of my sister. She cried, "Daddy!!! I am wet!!!" I don't think I've ever woken up and laughed so hard in my life! Eventually a few months down the road we told my dad of our adventure with pranks. He laughed along with us as the prankster we all knew he was. My sister wasn't too happy, but now we all laugh. Well ok she still hates us but oh well. I love her and that's all that matters; she will eventually get over it.
Monday, November 21, 2011
My Outrageous Temper
Sometimes you have to blow off steam. I know this first hand from some very unplesant explosions of temper and some very horrible punishments. But letting your temper get the best of you is sometimes a bad thing. When I turned thirteen my mother decided that maybe I was getting a little too old for mixed martial arts. She told me I needed to act more girly like the rest of the girls my age. I didn't take that to well. I flipped! I threw my vase of my dresser, and even chucked my new Harry Potter book straight for her head. She simply caught it and put me in a sleeper hold til I cried "Mercy!" She only surpassed me in weight and pure utter strength considering she was thirty years old while me only thirteen. I was then grabbed and told to stand with two books. I thought oh wow this is stupid. She told me to lift my arms straight out with each book in hand. I did easily. She then instructed me to stand there. I laughed (in my mind) at the simple punishment. Soon five minutes passed and I was aching in my shoulders. then ten minutes went by and I was being tear jerked. After fifteen minutes she told me to drop them and I did on request with little flickers of happiness in my eyes.
She asked, " Did you learn anything from that?"
I said, " Yes I did mother.."
She laughed at my utter pain and weakened arms. I will never blow up again ever. I'm scared to face that pain again. She then told our family again and again at every family meeting how funny it was. I learned anger is so not worth this ever.
She asked, " Did you learn anything from that?"
I said, " Yes I did mother.."
She laughed at my utter pain and weakened arms. I will never blow up again ever. I'm scared to face that pain again. She then told our family again and again at every family meeting how funny it was. I learned anger is so not worth this ever.
Thursday, November 10, 2011
"Whitney This Would Be So Cool!"
Sometimes you think that just because someone is older they always have the coolest ideas, but in most cases there just the absolute stupiest ones. I learned this the hard way. I got stuck with my cousin Hunter for aday he was sixteen then, I was only twelve. At that time my grandmother lived in Festus, Missouri. She lived near farms and acres of land filled with cows, pigs, and well steers, and thgis is how my story got started.
"Hey Whitney! We should go into the steer field," said my cousin with a huge grin. His grin covered half of his face full of white teeth with blue braces and those annoying bands. It always bugged me when he smiled I always thought it was like train tracks and what was even more annoying was when he ate and food got stuck in them but that is for another story to come. I simply answered with a bit of worry in my voice, "Won't we get in trouble? Grandma says were not supposed to go in there especially not now." But back then there was only a few words that could change your mind in a second at that age, and my cousin knew exactly how to push my limits. He simply said, "Come on you chicken!" I got frustrated like usual, ugh how I despised when he called me a chicken. He said before I could utter a response, " Baaawk! Whitneys a chicken!" I only responded with an ok, simply because I was already beginning to get annoyed with his petty efforts of aggravation which were working in his favor sadly. Then I sadly agreed with his idea and we put on our boots and raincoats because to add to the frustration it was raining cats and dogs. We walked out the door and as you reached the welcome mat you were pounded with punches of rain and pushed around with the freezing gusts of wind.
Finally we walked towards the fields of the fierce, hormonal steers. You may be thinking what a stupid idea, which I am not denying but when your with a sixteen year old you think everything they do is just the absolute best! Well I was in that boat of complete lies. We slid under the electric fence keeping our distance from the tasers of wire which held enough electricity in them you'd cook like a polish sausage in a frying pan. We then walked towards the horned beasts, I was completely terrified, my cousin on the other hand wanted to do more than just be in the field. Under his green flannel shirt there was my lady bug t-shirt, and of course it was red. You always hear those tales of bulls chasing red things and objects well it works for steers as well. Hunter then smirked off, " I bet your too chicken to run around with this shirt on!" I responded as I knew what I was talking about, " I am not, your the one whose the chicken!" I felt a touch of power for once, but that soon ended. He then said those words your always scared to hear,"Prove it!" In sghrugged in total and complete fear. But stupidly I agreed. I put the shirt over my raincoat, and ran into the field and to my shock steers run faster than I thought. They kicked and huffed then ran. I think I sprinted like a cheetah coming after her young, I was faster than the wind, maybe even faster than the Olympic runners. My cousin obviously a world in front of me screamed, "RUN!" I ran for my dear life and then came along the fence. I grabbed ahold of it, and made it over. But rain and electricity do noit mix and I shocked myself with a lot of volts of this electricity. And this was my neat story I ended up in the hospital but I was ok, but one thing for sure I will never enter another steer field in red, or listen to my cousin Hunter.
"Hey Whitney! We should go into the steer field," said my cousin with a huge grin. His grin covered half of his face full of white teeth with blue braces and those annoying bands. It always bugged me when he smiled I always thought it was like train tracks and what was even more annoying was when he ate and food got stuck in them but that is for another story to come. I simply answered with a bit of worry in my voice, "Won't we get in trouble? Grandma says were not supposed to go in there especially not now." But back then there was only a few words that could change your mind in a second at that age, and my cousin knew exactly how to push my limits. He simply said, "Come on you chicken!" I got frustrated like usual, ugh how I despised when he called me a chicken. He said before I could utter a response, " Baaawk! Whitneys a chicken!" I only responded with an ok, simply because I was already beginning to get annoyed with his petty efforts of aggravation which were working in his favor sadly. Then I sadly agreed with his idea and we put on our boots and raincoats because to add to the frustration it was raining cats and dogs. We walked out the door and as you reached the welcome mat you were pounded with punches of rain and pushed around with the freezing gusts of wind.
Finally we walked towards the fields of the fierce, hormonal steers. You may be thinking what a stupid idea, which I am not denying but when your with a sixteen year old you think everything they do is just the absolute best! Well I was in that boat of complete lies. We slid under the electric fence keeping our distance from the tasers of wire which held enough electricity in them you'd cook like a polish sausage in a frying pan. We then walked towards the horned beasts, I was completely terrified, my cousin on the other hand wanted to do more than just be in the field. Under his green flannel shirt there was my lady bug t-shirt, and of course it was red. You always hear those tales of bulls chasing red things and objects well it works for steers as well. Hunter then smirked off, " I bet your too chicken to run around with this shirt on!" I responded as I knew what I was talking about, " I am not, your the one whose the chicken!" I felt a touch of power for once, but that soon ended. He then said those words your always scared to hear,"Prove it!" In sghrugged in total and complete fear. But stupidly I agreed. I put the shirt over my raincoat, and ran into the field and to my shock steers run faster than I thought. They kicked and huffed then ran. I think I sprinted like a cheetah coming after her young, I was faster than the wind, maybe even faster than the Olympic runners. My cousin obviously a world in front of me screamed, "RUN!" I ran for my dear life and then came along the fence. I grabbed ahold of it, and made it over. But rain and electricity do noit mix and I shocked myself with a lot of volts of this electricity. And this was my neat story I ended up in the hospital but I was ok, but one thing for sure I will never enter another steer field in red, or listen to my cousin Hunter.
Monday, October 31, 2011
Blogging: So Many Words, So Little Time
Hello Everyone,
Honestly there are so many things I did good, and lot of things I did very wrong. I needed to spend more time on the assginment, and probably more time working on it at home, but I did get a decent grade. I have to say I'm happy with a B considering I had an A+ in this class for my first quarter grade. For my goals I'll spend more time at home, and spend less time gabbing in the computer lab and more time facing the screen and my key board. Honestly I hate blogging I don't find it entertaining or fun, I think it's kind of lame. I mean honestly how many people are with their friends and are like, dude oh my gosh let's get on Blogger!!! I will answer this for you, none. To me it's just like doing a research paper for Mrs. Asaturian, and don't even get me started on that, it's boring, time-wasting, and lame. I mean that may sound harsh and unreasonable but it's my opinion. I mean what else do you expect, me to say I love it for brownie points for the teacher grading my every blog? I think not my friend.
Honestly there are so many things I did good, and lot of things I did very wrong. I needed to spend more time on the assginment, and probably more time working on it at home, but I did get a decent grade. I have to say I'm happy with a B considering I had an A+ in this class for my first quarter grade. For my goals I'll spend more time at home, and spend less time gabbing in the computer lab and more time facing the screen and my key board. Honestly I hate blogging I don't find it entertaining or fun, I think it's kind of lame. I mean honestly how many people are with their friends and are like, dude oh my gosh let's get on Blogger!!! I will answer this for you, none. To me it's just like doing a research paper for Mrs. Asaturian, and don't even get me started on that, it's boring, time-wasting, and lame. I mean that may sound harsh and unreasonable but it's my opinion. I mean what else do you expect, me to say I love it for brownie points for the teacher grading my every blog? I think not my friend.
Thursday, October 6, 2011
Friday, September 23, 2011
Literary Terms:)
Hello Everyone,
Nows the time to discuss some language arts mumbo jumbo with you all. One big thing in the book earlier that I read was foreshadowing. It was a main thing in the book "Flash Burnout". In that book it caused a major conflict. It was when Blake took well.... risque pictures of Marissa. He never erased them so it was fore seeable that his girlfriend Shannon would see them. This caused the major issue between them. Another term is verbal irony. In the book I just mentioned Blake was seriously so sarcastic it made me sick hehe. But I'm a sarxcastic person inside so I had to admire his work of words. Next would be setting. In the last book of the Hazelwood Trilogy the setting was very much described and very detailed and distinct. You thought you were really there when you were reading along. Next..... Ummm would probably have to be dramatic irony. In the book, "Flash Burnout" you could tell what was going to happen between Blake and Marissa even though Blake had no idea that this "love" between them would happen. Lastly would have to be theme. In the book I'm reading now it has a powerful theme "Don't Give Up." These words are very motivating and persistant through out the story.
Well that's it Guys!:)
Sincerly Your Fellow Blogger,
Whitney Anne Sarver
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Nows the time to discuss some language arts mumbo jumbo with you all. One big thing in the book earlier that I read was foreshadowing. It was a main thing in the book "Flash Burnout". In that book it caused a major conflict. It was when Blake took well.... risque pictures of Marissa. He never erased them so it was fore seeable that his girlfriend Shannon would see them. This caused the major issue between them. Another term is verbal irony. In the book I just mentioned Blake was seriously so sarcastic it made me sick hehe. But I'm a sarxcastic person inside so I had to admire his work of words. Next would be setting. In the last book of the Hazelwood Trilogy the setting was very much described and very detailed and distinct. You thought you were really there when you were reading along. Next..... Ummm would probably have to be dramatic irony. In the book, "Flash Burnout" you could tell what was going to happen between Blake and Marissa even though Blake had no idea that this "love" between them would happen. Lastly would have to be theme. In the book I'm reading now it has a powerful theme "Don't Give Up." These words are very motivating and persistant through out the story.
Well that's it Guys!:)
Sincerly Your Fellow Blogger,
Whitney Anne Sarver
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Friday, September 9, 2011
Where Are You Now?
Hello Everyone!:)
Just started reading this new book and sooooo exciting!:) Loving it so far and it's very scary/mysterious for all you mystery and crime lovers. It's written by Msry Higgins Clark and she has been awarded many awards for her novels. I personally love her work I've now officially have read all her books:) But check this book out it's quite interesting and has lots of lies, love, crime, and drama.
Sincerly Your Fellow Blogger,
Whitney Anne Sarver:)
Just started reading this new book and sooooo exciting!:) Loving it so far and it's very scary/mysterious for all you mystery and crime lovers. It's written by Msry Higgins Clark and she has been awarded many awards for her novels. I personally love her work I've now officially have read all her books:) But check this book out it's quite interesting and has lots of lies, love, crime, and drama.
Sincerly Your Fellow Blogger,
Whitney Anne Sarver:)
Friday, September 2, 2011
This is where Blakes Father works:)
Flash Burnout.... This was my starting book this year:)
This is the Cover:) This book was amazing!!!:)
Darkness Before Dawn
Hey Guys,
Hello everyone I just finished the Hazelwood Trilogy! I had read the books in like 7th grade but I never knew there was a third one! Ahhh the excitement!:) It was quite emotional to be honest it's about Andy's(Andy is dead now) girlfriend Keisha. She has been heartbroken and is still grieving over the lost of her love Andy. But her senior year is in store for her and she's gonna make something of herself someday. But she then meets Jonathan who is sexy, sweet, romantic but in the end is dreadful. But read it and you'lll find out about love, happiness, and tear-urging, emotional withdrawing moments.
Sincerly Yours Truely,
Whitney Anne Sarver
Hello everyone I just finished the Hazelwood Trilogy! I had read the books in like 7th grade but I never knew there was a third one! Ahhh the excitement!:) It was quite emotional to be honest it's about Andy's(Andy is dead now) girlfriend Keisha. She has been heartbroken and is still grieving over the lost of her love Andy. But her senior year is in store for her and she's gonna make something of herself someday. But she then meets Jonathan who is sexy, sweet, romantic but in the end is dreadful. But read it and you'lll find out about love, happiness, and tear-urging, emotional withdrawing moments.
Sincerly Yours Truely,
Whitney Anne Sarver
Friday, August 26, 2011
Flash Burnout
Hey Everyone,
I'm going to tell you about this book I just recently read it's quite lovely actually. It's about this boy named Blake who has a girlfriend named Shannon(and no this is not all the books about!) and he loves photography so he's in a photo class with his best female friend Marissa. They have a assignment due and Blakes brings in a collage of photos. When Marissa looks at his photos she looks at the pure horror the grotesque photo of her meth-addicted mother laying on the sidewalk. She then tries to find her long lost mother. So the journey begins. It has drama, emotions, love, sex, and excitement, with some tears all in one. It may sound like a girly book but it is told from a male perspective so yes men you may read this book. Hope you enjoy it:)
Sincerly The Blogger,
Whitney Anne Sarver
I'm going to tell you about this book I just recently read it's quite lovely actually. It's about this boy named Blake who has a girlfriend named Shannon(and no this is not all the books about!) and he loves photography so he's in a photo class with his best female friend Marissa. They have a assignment due and Blakes brings in a collage of photos. When Marissa looks at his photos she looks at the pure horror the grotesque photo of her meth-addicted mother laying on the sidewalk. She then tries to find her long lost mother. So the journey begins. It has drama, emotions, love, sex, and excitement, with some tears all in one. It may sound like a girly book but it is told from a male perspective so yes men you may read this book. Hope you enjoy it:)
Sincerly The Blogger,
Whitney Anne Sarver
About Me:)
Hello Everyone,
My names Whitney Anne Sarver I'm originally from Carterville, Illinois and I love singing! I also would love to grow up and be a criminal forensic scientist. I'm really good at softball and I'm ok with volleyball. I want to go to Mizzou for college and I really also enjoy to draw even though I extremely suck at it. But that's all there really is about me!:)
Sincerly,
Your Fellow Blogger Whitney
My names Whitney Anne Sarver I'm originally from Carterville, Illinois and I love singing! I also would love to grow up and be a criminal forensic scientist. I'm really good at softball and I'm ok with volleyball. I want to go to Mizzou for college and I really also enjoy to draw even though I extremely suck at it. But that's all there really is about me!:)
Sincerly,
Your Fellow Blogger Whitney
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