Archive for 'seniors'

November 07, 2011
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 Ah, to be young and holding balloons.

I remember those days.

No wait… sorry I was living vicariously through Royia.

I’ve never held balloons before! Silly Me!

But if I did, it might look half as good, er, a quarter as…

No, I need to face it. I will never look that good.

I’ve laid on trees many a time, but I never looked like that.

I kind of hung upside down by my legs in a weird way. Almost like a monkey.

So when you look at that picture with Royia and that sunflower, what draws your eyes?

Ha! trick question!

Its a trick because you probably didn’t even realize that was a sunflower because of how beautiful Royia is.

That’s right, that dark, wilting, lifeless shrub was a sunflower.

Some people just have that effect.

Making flowers look like well….

ugly stuff.

 

 

November 07, 2011
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Vicky Vicky,,, Vicky Vicky…

No that is not four randomly placed names. That is a record being scratched.

Vicky Vicky…

Introducing! DJ Ma Ma Ma MAX!!!!

Scratch Scratch Vicky Scratch!!

(Just go with it)

Birthdays? He plays them.

Parties? He plays them.

Bridges? Ya , he plays them.

Piercing Eyes? He has them.

Scratch!

Endearing Smile? Ya, check that off of your weird list of things as well.

So give him a call if your up Rock out!

DJ MAX! DROP THAT BEAT!!

Bow Bow Chicka Vicky Pow Chicky Vicky Pow!!!

OHHHHHH!!!

 

 

 

 

October 09, 2011
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A – llie

L – oves

L – iving

I – n

E – xistentialism

Is that not the truest thing you have ever read? No?…

Ya I don’t really know what it means. But here is my hypothesis… about that thing I wrote earlier but don’t understand what it means.

About that thing that I wrote…

Allie – That’s her name. I’m about 87% sure.

Loves – What’s not to love about her. Her eyes, Smile? That she loves listening to her favorite records on the porch or in the barn? That she hangs out in old firetrucks or on railroad tracks? Her eyes, Smile?

Living – What’s not to live about her. Her eyes, Smile?

Wait….

I’m changing my hypothesis.

A – llie

I – s

B – eautiful

A – nd

M- ore

B – eautiful

Everyone I would like you to meet Aibamb.

That’s her name. I’m about 0% sure

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September 02, 2011
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Listen, I could probably write something hilariously funny right here. It would be the talk of all the late night shows, plastered on billboards and seen on the jersey shore.

But I’m not going to. Why? Because there is nothing funny to put here.

In fact I can barely even think of anything funny, I can’t even think really.

This girl has my heart.

And my brain.

And my left pinky. I’m not really sure why but she has it.

She is beautiful on the inside and out.

She is talented beyond belief, A master ingrown toenail surgeon.

I HIGHLY…. almost recommend her.

Haley Girl I love you more than a pirate loves his treasure, the sun loves the moon and….. how I once loved my toenail.

I love you and I loved talking to you today!!! :)

I will see you soon!

I love you!

P.S. -  A little side note from your Aunt Julie

Sometimes someone comes into your life that is so special that words cannot describe them and Haley is that person.  I look at you

and my Heart glows with Love for you. Haley you mean the world to me, your laugh, your smile, your incredible  Heart are only a few

things that make you who you are. Please never change for anyone, you are perfect just the way your are!!

You will always be my Haley Girl!!

August 01, 2011
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There are some people out there that you want to be….. and some that you want to throw a pie in their face.

But that is a different story.

Now because I am a super duper not popular guy I understand wanting to be someone else. I actually know quite a few things.

It is quite easy to become someone else. Just:

Create a facebook under their name, steal their pictures, show up at their birthday parties, live at their house, the usual stuff.

But the problem is you can never actually be them.

I can’t be as beautiful as Kelsie.

I can’t have her gorgeous eyes or her hair.

I can’t make kicking my feet out the window look so cool.

I can’t be the future Ms. California.

The moral here is always be yourself.

Kelsie cannot be copied, replicated, or duplicated. She is the only beautiful original.