Origins.

I went to Vegas last week for my Godmother's wake. She was a really good person and only fifty-nine. I got to see her a month before she passed away. I am very thankful for that.

She didn't just have a beautiful heart.



My whole family was there, including a bunch of people I don't know and won't remember, and my biological father. If he has done one thing right in his life, it was wearing this shirt.

I snuck this picture on my phone.



This is in one of my brother's best friend's condo in Vegas. His step father took this photo and it is hung above the toilet in the guest bathroom. I actually really enjoy the photograph, it's intriguing.



Vegas would be awesome if it wasn't so horrible. Oh, dehydration.

There is always a reason.

We were looking for something to blow up.

Glynnis turned twenty two on friday. It amazes me how we have maintained such a great and understanding friendship, but we are still so different from one another. Can you guess who's feet are who's? (If you know either of us at all, it shouldn't be too hard).



Also, I think my friends look good, dress well, and are intelligent. Every time I hear people make comments about girls in Reno, it is always negative. "No style, ugly, dumb, white trash, etc." Or maybe I'm just naive and ugly too?

Meerkat Manor.

On August 16th, the original meerkats will be out of the manor for good. A friend of mine is moving in right after us to keep the manor alive. Thanks Penelope.



The original meerkat crew: myself, Glynnis, Mckenna, and Michelle. A recent live-in addition this summer was Jordan. I would also include Aislynn, Jessie, and Susan as part of the family.


This was the night of Audra's birthday. This was the night the apartment was filled with the most girls ever. Don't worry, there was not a single cat fight.