Monday, July 27, 2009

14 days

I know. I know. I have been neglectful.

But, bear with me as I (hopefully) wind down my school years. I shouldn't even be doing this.

I promise, I'll be back.

Friday, July 17, 2009

i can still smell it

MRSA + HIV + C. Diff = Do not touch me until I have scrubbed with a Brillo pad

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Dear precious family,

I am so homesick I can barely stand it.

I miss people singing at the top of their lungs, huge, garden dinners, picking blueberries, and tripping over Jack. I miss Dad kissing Mom in the kitchen as we all pretend not to watch. I miss sharing my bedroom with my little sister, my opinion being asked by my brothers, and seeing Alisa and Jeff on Sundays. I've missed knowing my way around in the kitchen and talking with Mom. I miss Dad coming up the stairs in the evening, home for the night.

I cannot wait to see you all tomorrow.

Love, Amy

Friday, July 10, 2009

He's not a thriller

Can I just say that I really don't care HOW Michael Jackson died?
I mean, why is it such a "big" news story that he was possibly, maybe, kind of addicted to who knows what? Anyone surprised over this needs to pull their head out the sand.