These pictures are of the head-band-raggy thing Uncle Brad brought me back from Guatamala. Isn't it cool? Wanna know a secret??? : ) It's really good for bad-hair days! It covers up the top part that tends to go wild. Pretty cool! I just need a couple more in different colors and nobody (but you guys) will ever know. I had a hard time getting a good picture of it because I don't have enough talent to take pictures of myself.
Hi Steph, I just saw your comment. How are things going? I am in Indiana for school (Indiana University). I don't know if you met them, but I am living with Uncle Brad and Aunt Gail (I think you met them at Betsy's wedding maybe?). It's very crazy, but I love my classes. Now that I have all of the not-so-fun classes finished I can spend more time on my major (music performance (just in case you didn't know)). It's pretty nice. Well, I will have more later, but that's all for now folks. Sweet Dreams!

Well, good luck figuring out what these pictures are of because I can't seem to put the words beside them. I think the top one is me, then my picture board. There are several pictures of Beersheba Springs. I really like the one of the tree (towards the bottom). It looks like it is dancing to me. Pepper is on there in action, and the pictures of my birthday blanket have me wrapped up in them. It is warm and softy and...wonderful because Mom made it for me. The rest are pretty self explanitory.

Bridge at Beersheba Springs
Tennessee








One of the music buildings
(Merrill (sp?) Hall)

Bloomington

Crickets and Toothbrushes

Well. . . I have told everyone (and firmly decided) that I would only use this blog to show pictures of Bloomington, but I have decided to change my mind this once. This is a picture that I took today, and it definately needs an explanation. I moved in on Thursday, and on Thursday night, much to my chagrin), learned of the problem. Crickets. There are SO many. They are everywhere it seems, and mostly in the bathroom. In the DARK. I have thought of this problem pretty much non-stop since Thursday. I have debated about how to approach the situation. I cannot kill a cricket any more than any other bug. In fact, the only bugs that I do kill are flies, and with a guilty conscience for sure. So, my problem will not be solved by simply smooshing the poor little things. I can't really ignore them because they are everywhere. They don't sing and they don't even take up very much space, so. . . I have made my decision. I will leave them alone as long as they leave me alone. In saying this, I must clarify by showing another picture: the toothbrush holder. If those itty-bitty-little-kind-of-gross-but-a-little-cute crickets stay outside of my toothbrush holder, then I will not murder them.

Well, I will have more pictures later but I am finished for now. Adios!