Answer: A theif in the night.

If you couldn't tell my my title, we're playing a little game of Jeopardy.

Answer: A thief in the night.

Question: Who broke into my car.


On Sunday my driver side window broke and is now stuck rolled down. A dirty rotten thief saw that last night and decided to take advantage.

What so I have to say about this? In his face!!! I didn't have anything of value in there. All he got was 2 dollars and a little bit of change. He was kind enough to leave my bobble pig and earphones behind.

But still. I have knowing there are people like that in the world. People who think it's fine to take anything they want.

How do you sleep at night?

Back in high school I had this best friend.

We did everything together. I had half of our classes together, we would mingle during passing period. We saw each other all the time and were fully caught up on each others lives.

Despite that, we felt a need to have a notebook to pass back and forth: write notes, record our time apart, quote movies, and the like.

One time Camille wrote me a note in said book. At the end of her note she wrote,
"Tell me, how do you sleep at night?"

I thought that was a silly question, but answered anyways--thoroughly. I went on and on about relaxing my body, clearing my mind, all kind of nonsense. I even wrote that I never had a problem sleeping at all; I always fell right asleep--it never took me longer than 2 or 3 minutes.

I gave the notebook back, and the next time I saw Camille I was met with laughter. Turns out that wasn't a real question (of course it wasn't) it was was a quote from You've Got Mail.

This clip actually.

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Turns out I'm not fortunate enough to sleep that easily anymore. 2-3 minutes to fall asleep? No, not anymore. I don't lie awake for hours on end, but it takes a while longer now. Last night, it took me 45 minutes to fall asleep.

Maybe I should get some of those UltraDorm pills they talked about on You've Got Mail...

MIA!

I know this picture isn't my best, but it's all I could find.

Why is my tongue so reddish orange? Because I was just finishing my 12th Popsicle; but that's beside the point. This post isn't about my tongue, the time I ate 12 Popsicles, or my random trip to California with people I barely knew... This is about something dear to me that's gone missing.

Do you see the sweater in the picture?
I loved that thing.
No, I didn't always wear the hood like that [in fact, I think that may have been one of the only times I did.]


Look at the bottom right corner. Look how long that sleeve is!
Some of you may think that's no big deal... But here's the thing: I'm 74 inches tall.
Do you know how hard it is to find long sleeves when you're that tall?!
[you probably don't know unless you're close to that enormous height...]


Anyways, that sweater was incredible.
I think that sweater was crafted just for me.
And now, it's gone.
Gone, gone, gone.


When I was young and I would lose something my mom would always ask,
"Where's the last place you remember seeing _____."
So I did that. I asked myself that question.
And you know the last place I saw that glorious sweater?
On my honeymoon.

...gone...
And my life will never be the same.

We call him Connie

I come from a family of 7 children. I LOVE my family and we get along SO well. See, here we are. Can't you just tell that we love each other?

I am the VERY middle child. My brother just younger than me is Connie (the tall one to the left of Tanner in the picture above. Third from the left...) His name isn't really Connie, but since he used to be such a con and ignore my parents' requests to go to bed, staying up hours past his bedtime he earned the nickname Connie. I don't think I've even called him Austin these last 3 years.

Connie is fantastic! He is a great brother and fabulous friend. He's funny, kind, and a friend to all.

Well, a couple months ago Connie turned 19 and got called to serve a mission for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints.

Here he is opening his mission call. He was called to serve in Omaha Nebraska for the next two years. He left this last Wednesday (July 1st).

This is him as a newly set apart missionary. I am SO proud of my little brother. I know he is going to make an amazing missionary!!!

I have also started a blog for him. I'll be posting letters and pictures he sends home. So if you know and/or love my brother feel free to stop by this blog to see what's going on with him and his mission.