tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39656508979459086962012-02-16T00:10:24.543-08:00lorrinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10247932069155454675noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965650897945908696.post-63620603380194932742009-08-20T11:15:00.000-07:002009-08-20T11:20:01.975-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmfNrp1aO1Y/So2S-WrvCyI/AAAAAAAAAB4/NWMz-2tN7pk/s1600-h/lorrin+and+lacy.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmfNrp1aO1Y/So2S-WrvCyI/AAAAAAAAAB4/NWMz-2tN7pk/s200/lorrin+and+lacy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372111530461432610" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmfNrp1aO1Y/So2TDZVgstI/AAAAAAAAACA/LynA5lDYklc/s1600-h/ishylo.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmfNrp1aO1Y/So2TDZVgstI/AAAAAAAAACA/LynA5lDYklc/s200/ishylo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372111617072870098" border="0" /></a><br />these are my two best friends. well...two of them that i have anyways.<br />kristen is just there in the head where i am in the head. she understands everything funny. making people laugh is what we do. but she's also the best best friend i ever had. ever since katie kisners birthday party years and years ago. she's pretty much da bomb diggidy<br />lacy is just amazing. we get it all. everything no one else seems to. that says it all. amazing.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965650897945908696-6362060338019493274?l=whereisyohead.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lorrinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10247932069155454675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965650897945908696.post-14094532967948158002009-08-18T11:52:00.001-07:002009-08-18T12:08:16.936-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VmfNrp1aO1Y/Sor6b0Cm6kI/AAAAAAAAAA4/teyl_l2bX0U/s1600-h/kristen.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VmfNrp1aO1Y/Sor6b0Cm6kI/AAAAAAAAAA4/teyl_l2bX0U/s320/kristen.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371380861325732418" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmfNrp1aO1Y/Sor4pD1TJwI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1i-N54wMvAk/s1600-h/walk.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmfNrp1aO1Y/Sor4pD1TJwI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1i-N54wMvAk/s320/walk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371378889879922434" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Everytime we leave our house, i feel like we end up somewher</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">e </span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">beautiful. We </span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">brought lacy's new piece with us. No name yet, but i'm sure one will come to us pretty soon.</span></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">I wish everyone <span style="font-style: italic;">experienced</span> our town the way we do. It makes you never want to leave. But if you must, you must never forget. I doubt that is even possible...to forget it all. I believe the scenery washes over you, and from then on becomes a part of you. A part of you that you can always go back and find....thank god.</span></span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmfNrp1aO1Y/Sor6t_bNAJI/AAAAAAAAABA/xgnpzscXv9E/s1600-h/bones.jpeg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmfNrp1aO1Y/Sor6t_bNAJI/AAAAAAAAABA/xgnpzscXv9E/s320/bones.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371381173619327122" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">i used to worship the night...literally? no. </span>figuratively? you bet. I've slowed down, but maybe it's time to speed back up. I should start soaking up more moon...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VmfNrp1aO1Y/Sor7yrJkNWI/AAAAAAAAABI/X9wzXDWCHKg/s1600-h/bob.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VmfNrp1aO1Y/Sor7yrJkNWI/AAAAAAAAABI/X9wzXDWCHKg/s400/bob.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371382353587615074" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VmfNrp1aO1Y/Sor77-naHQI/AAAAAAAAABQ/tuD3Wf6dzpQ/s1600-h/flame.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VmfNrp1aO1Y/Sor77-naHQI/AAAAAAAAABQ/tuD3Wf6dzpQ/s200/flame.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371382513431878914" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965650897945908696-1409453296794815800?l=whereisyohead.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lorrinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10247932069155454675noreply@blogger.com0