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I know most people wrote this blog between the 29th through the 31st. But of course I don't follow the rules nor do I realize the trend going on. Oh well.



Actually what my biggest problem was, is that I wasn't sure if I would be able to sum my year up. But I thought I would give it a try. So here goes my effort.



January through April is a big blur. I don't really know if anything actually happened or if it didn't. I know I arrived back in Oklahoma in February. Other than… Continue

Before I begin, I want to tell you that I am not trying to throw a guilt trip on you. I don't want you to apologize for anything. I just need to move on, and to do so, I am going to have to get this off my chest.



When I was younger you and I were really close. I used to love to sit down and write you a letter and wait for mine in return. I actually kept your letters for the longest time. But lost them when we moved to Ardmore. But as I realized I didn't have them anymore, I didn't… Continue

I think I may be crazier than I thought. Yeah, I really do.



What was I really thinking when I decided to become a therapist. No, I'm not one yet, still going to college. But what gives me the right to do to people what I need? Family found out what I was going for, and what I want to become, and started asking "are you sure you aren't mistaking everybody telling you that YOU need a therapist?" I used to make jokes about a therapist hiring a therapist for themselves, but how can I be… Continue

Christmas was one of the best things in my life. The day after Christmas I couldn’t wait until the next Christmas. I love Christmas music, even in mid-July. I love the lights, the parties. I was never about getting presents, but I loved giving them.



I can remember way back in the day Christmas Eve curfew was eight o’clock. My mother would tell us to go to bed so Santa would be able to get there on time and not have to skip us because we were awake. I remember covering up in my bed… Continue

Dear Santa,



I have been a good girl.



It really wasn't my fault what happened at Ashton's Christmas party. It was Stephanie who spiked the punch with too much vodka. I can't help it if I drank thirteen glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like pine cones.



I thought it was funny when I put Lesli's underwear on my head and danced the tango on the couch while singing `Amish… Continue