I am single, and I have a lot of single friends. I have a particular single friend named Carrie. She just wrote an AMAZING (in my humble opinion) blog post about being single. I think a lot of people who read my blog need to go to her blog and read her post on, "What Not to Say to Single People."
Please go here.
Some of you probably won't read it, and some of you may. To those who take the time, I say, thank you.
Monday, August 27, 2012
Saturday, August 18, 2012
West Yellowstone and a Cowboy Hat
I love my parents. I love my Daddy, and I love my Mommy.
These parental folk of mine are what is known as "tight wads." There is nothing wrong with that. Absolutely nothing wrong with that at all. They are hardworking middle class folk who know how to budget, and are true savers. Everyone should take a lesson from them.
I recently took a week long trip with my family and extended family to Yellowstone//Jackson Hole//Tetons. It was a very enjoyable trip. We had a lot of fun, and I would go again in a heartbeat. However, the timing was not so great for me with work and money. (Sheesh - is it ever for anyone?) I usually don't buy much when I travel, except for the necessities, and FOOD. I don't see the need to buy anything, therefore I take lots, and lots of pictures and count those as my souvenirs. I feel I have become like this because my parents are very much this way. As a child I don't remember ever having the chance to buy anything on a trip. It's cool now, I am older and can see that most little souvenirs are basically junk, collect dust, and later get given to good will. (I'm hoping my sister will soon see this - she is big on buying souvenirs when traveling...to each their own I suppose.)
I imagine we don't always want to turn out like are parents, but in the way of spending//budgeting I hope I can truly turn out like mine. A classic example of their tight wadness is what I would like to share today.
As our family trip was coming close to an end we spent one of our last days in Yellowstone National Park. After leaving the massive park we had to drive through the small touristy town of West Yellowstone. The few streets were lined with many shops offering loads of souvenirs, clothing, and one store in particular - cowboy hats. My Mommy dearest was pooped from the park and found a bench to read as my Daddy, Sis, and I perused the shops. Each shop looked the same, and they were all starting to blend. I was quickly done with perusing through each shop as they all ended up having the same thing in each one. We were beat and tired by this point, and we still had about a two hour drive back to our cabin. As we were getting ready to leave the small town my Daddy wanted to go back to a particular store to buy him a cowboy hat. The rest of us just wanted to get on the road. I happened to be driving at this time and kept asking my Dad what he wanted to do. We are driving the few streets as the talk back forth went a little like this,
Libby: "Dad! Do you want me to go back to the store?"
Heff (aka Daddy): "I don't know, Ellen (that would be my Mommy) can I get the hat?"
Ellen: "Do whatever you want I just want to go back to the cabin and we still have two hours to drive!"
Libby: "Dad - SERIOUSLY what do you want to do?"
Heff: "Okay, go back to the store. Oh wait what is this store? They have belts and cowboy hats. Let me run in there real quick."
Libby//Ellen: BIG SIGH! (As the car is stopped at now a different store.)
Heff: "Well that store was too expensive. Let's just drive to the store I originally found the hat in."
Ellen: "So, how are you going to pay for this?"
Heff: "I guess I will use my piggy bank money." (Dad pulls out a huge Ziploc bag with lots of quarters.)
Libby: She sees//hears the Ziploc bag and starts laughing so hard that she wets herself...just a tiny bit...she does have a little bit of self control.
Ellen: Starts to laugh because Libby is laughing so hard she is wetting herself and gasping for air like a walrus.
Heff: Suddenly becomes very embarrassed about his Ziploc bag of quarters, and says, "Never mind, I don't want the hat. This is going to look funny with me counting out quarters."
Ellen: "Oh stop it. You want the hat, so you should get it."
Heff: "But, I don't want to count out the quarters in front of people!"
Libby: Still laughing uncontrollably!
Ellen: "Fine! I will go in with you and help count out the quarters. Besides you will never see these people again, so why should it matter that you are counting out quarters?" (Good on you Mommy - of course these people will never see us again, but I'm sure they will have a grand time making fun of the man who counted out a bunch of quarters just to pay for a cowboy hat. If they make fun, so be it.)
Heff and Ellen leave the car, find the store, find the hat (he just had to have), and take their sweet time counting out quarters to buy his precious cowboy hat. Meanwhile Libby just sits in the car laughing.
My Daddy couldn't be more proud of his cowboy hat that was bought in West Yellowstone, MT. Montana - that is the real reason he wanted the cowboy hat...according to him all (or a lot of) cowboys come from Montana. Who knew?
These parental folk of mine are what is known as "tight wads." There is nothing wrong with that. Absolutely nothing wrong with that at all. They are hardworking middle class folk who know how to budget, and are true savers. Everyone should take a lesson from them.
I recently took a week long trip with my family and extended family to Yellowstone//Jackson Hole//Tetons. It was a very enjoyable trip. We had a lot of fun, and I would go again in a heartbeat. However, the timing was not so great for me with work and money. (Sheesh - is it ever for anyone?) I usually don't buy much when I travel, except for the necessities, and FOOD. I don't see the need to buy anything, therefore I take lots, and lots of pictures and count those as my souvenirs. I feel I have become like this because my parents are very much this way. As a child I don't remember ever having the chance to buy anything on a trip. It's cool now, I am older and can see that most little souvenirs are basically junk, collect dust, and later get given to good will. (I'm hoping my sister will soon see this - she is big on buying souvenirs when traveling...to each their own I suppose.)
I imagine we don't always want to turn out like are parents, but in the way of spending//budgeting I hope I can truly turn out like mine. A classic example of their tight wadness is what I would like to share today.
As our family trip was coming close to an end we spent one of our last days in Yellowstone National Park. After leaving the massive park we had to drive through the small touristy town of West Yellowstone. The few streets were lined with many shops offering loads of souvenirs, clothing, and one store in particular - cowboy hats. My Mommy dearest was pooped from the park and found a bench to read as my Daddy, Sis, and I perused the shops. Each shop looked the same, and they were all starting to blend. I was quickly done with perusing through each shop as they all ended up having the same thing in each one. We were beat and tired by this point, and we still had about a two hour drive back to our cabin. As we were getting ready to leave the small town my Daddy wanted to go back to a particular store to buy him a cowboy hat. The rest of us just wanted to get on the road. I happened to be driving at this time and kept asking my Dad what he wanted to do. We are driving the few streets as the talk back forth went a little like this,
Libby: "Dad! Do you want me to go back to the store?"
Heff (aka Daddy): "I don't know, Ellen (that would be my Mommy) can I get the hat?"
Ellen: "Do whatever you want I just want to go back to the cabin and we still have two hours to drive!"
Libby: "Dad - SERIOUSLY what do you want to do?"
Heff: "Okay, go back to the store. Oh wait what is this store? They have belts and cowboy hats. Let me run in there real quick."
Libby//Ellen: BIG SIGH! (As the car is stopped at now a different store.)
Heff: "Well that store was too expensive. Let's just drive to the store I originally found the hat in."
Ellen: "So, how are you going to pay for this?"
Heff: "I guess I will use my piggy bank money." (Dad pulls out a huge Ziploc bag with lots of quarters.)
Libby: She sees//hears the Ziploc bag and starts laughing so hard that she wets herself...just a tiny bit...she does have a little bit of self control.
Ellen: Starts to laugh because Libby is laughing so hard she is wetting herself and gasping for air like a walrus.
Heff: Suddenly becomes very embarrassed about his Ziploc bag of quarters, and says, "Never mind, I don't want the hat. This is going to look funny with me counting out quarters."
Ellen: "Oh stop it. You want the hat, so you should get it."
Heff: "But, I don't want to count out the quarters in front of people!"
Libby: Still laughing uncontrollably!
Ellen: "Fine! I will go in with you and help count out the quarters. Besides you will never see these people again, so why should it matter that you are counting out quarters?" (Good on you Mommy - of course these people will never see us again, but I'm sure they will have a grand time making fun of the man who counted out a bunch of quarters just to pay for a cowboy hat. If they make fun, so be it.)
Heff and Ellen leave the car, find the store, find the hat (he just had to have), and take their sweet time counting out quarters to buy his precious cowboy hat. Meanwhile Libby just sits in the car laughing.
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| Photo taken by my Mother Dearest on her cell phone. (Never thought I would see the day my Mom took a picture on her cell phone...but then again I never thought I would see the day my dad paid for something with quarters.) |
Monday, August 13, 2012
And So I Live to Blog Again...
Where in the world of small town USA have I been? I have been asking myself that same question for months!
For months I have fallen behind in my blogging. Something just ain't right when I stop blogging? So, I begin again. The question is, where do I begin?
Summertime is almost over and I review the many wonderful things that have happened in just a few short months. Let me begin by rewinding as far back as April. We all know that summer in this part of the country starts fairly early.
About 14 years ago a certain movie came out, called Titanic. My girlfriends and I happened to be "big shot seniors" in high school. We were young and in love (maybe just me) with the actor Leonardo Dicaprio. To see a movie about the historic Titanic intertwined with a tragic love story made us girls delight in joy. We would brave the crowds and go see this movie. We went, we saw, we cried (a lot), and we talked about it for days (and possibly longer). So it was, 14 years later they re-released this classic tale in what they call 3D. My girls and I reunited for the re-release, and were just slightly disappointed to see that the ending was still the same - Jack let go, and died again! Buggers.
Did you know the world just witnessed a rare solar eclipse in a very small town known as Kanarraville? The small town of Kanarraville happened to be the one and only spot in all the world that the ring of fire could be witnessed in all it's glory - people were referring to the town of Kanarraville as the "Sweet Spot." Fortunately this town is where my family roots lie. I was able to witness this exciting phenomena because my brother owns a home there. A massive party was thrown in his back yard, and friends and family came from all over. I have never seen this small town so crowded with people, and the traffic to leave town was out of control! My favorite part of the evening was the moment the sun and moon aligned to allow for the perfect ring of fire. The cheering in the town sent chills up my body.
The 4th of July is always a wonderful time of year in my family. This grand holiday is almost more celebrated then Christmas in the Williams household. My family loves to come together and celebrate our freedom in small little Kanarraville. The town has some wonderful traditions that have continued to live on for years and years. My favorite part of the day is when we do our "cook out" (that's what my family calls a BBQ). Back in the day we would gather at my Papa and Granny's house - now that they are gone and my brother lives in Kanarraville we congregated there. This year the food was spectacular. Always is. However, I tried my hand at a new cake recipe and think I hit success! The chocolate cake was so rich and sweet that my cousins wife who is pregnant and is on the brink of gestational diabetes saved up her sugar intake just so she could eat my dessert!
It's inevitable. Each year I have a birthday, and I just keep getting older! This year I turned 32. 32! Can you believe I'm in my early 30's. Some people would say I act a lot younger, and then there are some who would say I am close to death. Whatever age I may be I just can't seem to win. At any rate, my birthday was another success. More than just "another day." I ended up having to work for my first time ever in all my birthday having years. After work a few of my close friends kidnapped me (not really) and took me to Mesquite (against my own will - kind of) and paid to have me gamble. I played BINGO for the first time ever and even got lucky enough to win 18 dollars. Score!
To top off my summer I just recently returned from a trip to Yellowstone for my first time ever! I know right, it took me long enough to get there. The week long trip was with family and extended family. We rented a big o'l cabin in Driggs, ID, and felt like kings and queens living it up. The week was filled with lot's of driving (it had to happen), eating so much/well that I probably just gained 10lbs in one week, visiting National Parks, seeing an array of wild life, and having some great reunions with family and friends I haven't seen in ages. Vacations are always much needed, and this vacation hit the spot on my summer.
Lastly, a great time was had by all when I got to attend my first ever performance of the much loved play, Wicked. Now I have a little bit of culture...it still is going to take eons to catch up to my sister, but I'm working on it. The play Wicked was absolutely amazingly awesome! I cried like three times, yes three times. I have to say it was the best weekend ever! (Stay tuned for that blog post...it's quite a funny story.)
The summer months are coming to an end. School is about to begin and this will be my final semester of being a college student. I thought I would never get to this point. And believe me, it has taken FOREVER to get to this point. I begin my student teaching August 27th and have sadly already counted down the days until I finish. (If you were in my shoes you probably would too!) Along with student teaching I am down to just one job - working on Grounds Crew just until student teaching starts, and then it is back to the Testing Center for one last semester. What is going to happen at the end of the semester....nobody knows, I don't even know! Let's just focus on the time at hand cause it's scaring me to death to think of my future! Until then, thanks for reading about my wonderful summer time fun!
For months I have fallen behind in my blogging. Something just ain't right when I stop blogging? So, I begin again. The question is, where do I begin?
Summertime is almost over and I review the many wonderful things that have happened in just a few short months. Let me begin by rewinding as far back as April. We all know that summer in this part of the country starts fairly early.
About 14 years ago a certain movie came out, called Titanic. My girlfriends and I happened to be "big shot seniors" in high school. We were young and in love (maybe just me) with the actor Leonardo Dicaprio. To see a movie about the historic Titanic intertwined with a tragic love story made us girls delight in joy. We would brave the crowds and go see this movie. We went, we saw, we cried (a lot), and we talked about it for days (and possibly longer). So it was, 14 years later they re-released this classic tale in what they call 3D. My girls and I reunited for the re-release, and were just slightly disappointed to see that the ending was still the same - Jack let go, and died again! Buggers.
Sunday, June 24, 2012
I Really Do Love My Job!
I really do love my job. Which job? My job as a summer time grounds keeper for Southern Utah University. Recently I was asked to do the monthly safety meeting. Me and two of my co-worker/friends decided to talk about staying hydrated and wearing sunscreen working on the job. I might have a lot of time on my hands....actually not really, since I work 50 hours a week. But, I thought it would be a nice touch to our safety meeting to add a video of all the grounds keepers staying hydrated. I went around work for about a week taking pictures of my co-workers drinking water (not beer) out of a red Solo cup. Then I took a couple of hours to put together this video. I am almost positive everyone at worked LOVED it. I also think quite a few people ended up peeing their pants. I thoroughly enjoyed watching everyone watch the video.
{Side note: There is a picture towards the end of the video of Cam Levins who recently just graduated SUU and will be running in the 2012 London Olympics - he even beat out the person from BYU. I even got an autographed picture of him, might possibly be worth some money???}
{Side note: There is a picture towards the end of the video of Cam Levins who recently just graduated SUU and will be running in the 2012 London Olympics - he even beat out the person from BYU. I even got an autographed picture of him, might possibly be worth some money???}
The Flower to the Power FLOWER GIRLS!
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| Me, my boss Ross, and Flower Gals. Top: Vonae, Charlotte, Ross, Marlene, Brakel, and Me Bottom: Julianne, Kaylee, and Staci |
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
To The Landing of Angels
It only took me A LOT OF YEARS to finally hike the most sought after "bucket list" hike here in Southern Utah, known as Angels Landing. Nestled in the beautiful and very popular National Park known as Zion.
Several days ago (on May 12th) one of my sweet co-workers, Vonae, asked me to hang out with her on the weekend since her hubby would be out of town. She came barreling into work Wednesday morning telling me she wanted to do something fun - a hike per-say. I said, "why not?" As we began discussing our weekend plans I told her my park pass would soon be expiring this month, so why don't we go to Zion. Perfect! I then tell her it's been years since I have really done a hike in the canyon, besides your typical cement trail jaunts that just about anyone can do, and has done. I begin to mention that I had never done Angels Landing, and that once upon a time I actually wanted to make the "ascent," but have since grown weary of heights. So, I swept that goal of hiking Angels Landing under the rug to never be swept out again. However, she was sold on my "once dream" to conquer the landing, and made a quick declaration that this Saturday (May 12, 2012) we would hike all the way to the top. She assured me she wouldn't let me fall and we wouldn't stop till we made it to the top. Vonae was very bound and determined to get me to the top of this Landing. After a day of pondering and much thought I told her that, "I was only kind of young once, so I'll do this." Then I let the prayers pour out. "Please don't let me fall....please let people be nice, and please let me hold the chain the entire time.....etc., etc., etc.," I also told several people my goodbyes in case I was one of the yearly fatalities up on Angels Landing. Believe it or not I left my parental's uninformed of this hike, they have me on life insurance, and one word that I was hiking this hike my Daddio would've been a nervous wreck! (Just a random side note....the small little sidewalk hike known as Emerald Pools has more fatalities then Angels Landing....)
Saturday morning came fairly early. We packed some lunches, picked up Vonae's friend Saddie, ran into a heard of sheep, and before 10:00am we finally found ourselves amongst the crowds of people in Zion National Park. Apparently everyone, including TWO YEAR OLDS, (which frankly, is FREAKING child abuse that parents would take two year olds on this hike! My fear of heights was sustained until I saw a two year old running around on the very top unsupervised!!!!) were out hiking this very popular trail. After riding the shuttle to the wrong hike and realizing .5 miles into the Emerald Pools hike we turned around to catch a shuttle and get off at the correct hike. So, our warm-up consisted of a fast run with a backpack full of water and food. We made it to the shuttle just in time to make it to the trail head and began our little journey up to where angels land....or fall - at least that's how I was looking at.....
The hike was up hill consisting of switch backs and beautiful scenery. Which I stopped at frequently to enjoy the beauty - and catch my breath!!! And, I just love to talk to people on the trail and find out where they are from. This nice little trick (of looking at views and talking to tourists) allows me to catch my breath, and keep me from reaching the blasted chains I would soon have to hold on to for dear life! We finally made it to the "landing." (Which I wouldn't mind hiking to again and again.) But, there, in the distance, I could see the chains and sheer cliffs just steps away. (Okay, some of you have done this hike and might think I am being a bit dramatic - but when you are becoming more afraid of heights the older you are getting - well it was sheer cliffs on BOTH SIDES!) My two cheerleaders Vonae and Saddie said they would go between me and not let me fall. This didn't quite comfort me, but somehow I got up the chains. I never once looked away from my feet and just kept my eyes on the ground, or chain. Thus allowing me to make it to the top. I met some very nice people along the way, one old couple who had met us along the trail cheered when I arrived on the very top saying, "YEAH Libby! You made it!!!!" I never did catch their names, but they were so kind and sweet - some of the "angels" you meet when hiking this particular trail. Once on top we enjoyed the view and ate our lunches with the 100 other people who were chilling on top too.
However, what goes up....MUST COME DOWN! I was not looking forward to the holding-on-of-chains-passing-people-all-the-way-down to the landing, but that was looking like my best (and only) bet...unless by chance there happened to be a helicopter that would fly up and get me...not a chance! Going down Vonea and Saddie talked the whole time keeping my mind off of the sheer cliffs hanging on both sides of me. Of course, meeting the handsome Holland hunk half way down the chains is always a huge plus. He was rugged, blue eyed, accent lathered, and single. That was about the best ten minutes of standing on an edge of a cliff I have ever had. Coming down ended up going very quickly, and before I knew it I was back to the landing, and happy to survive my one and only trip to the Landing of Angels.
I guess I can kick this popular Southern Utah hike off my list of goals. If you aren't afraid of heights I would totally recommend this hike to you! If you are afraid of heights go with people ("Angels") who will "lift" you to the top with lot's of cheering. I did meet several nice "Angels" on this hike, and forever will remember them in helping me to reach the top.
Several days ago (on May 12th) one of my sweet co-workers, Vonae, asked me to hang out with her on the weekend since her hubby would be out of town. She came barreling into work Wednesday morning telling me she wanted to do something fun - a hike per-say. I said, "why not?" As we began discussing our weekend plans I told her my park pass would soon be expiring this month, so why don't we go to Zion. Perfect! I then tell her it's been years since I have really done a hike in the canyon, besides your typical cement trail jaunts that just about anyone can do, and has done. I begin to mention that I had never done Angels Landing, and that once upon a time I actually wanted to make the "ascent," but have since grown weary of heights. So, I swept that goal of hiking Angels Landing under the rug to never be swept out again. However, she was sold on my "once dream" to conquer the landing, and made a quick declaration that this Saturday (May 12, 2012) we would hike all the way to the top. She assured me she wouldn't let me fall and we wouldn't stop till we made it to the top. Vonae was very bound and determined to get me to the top of this Landing. After a day of pondering and much thought I told her that, "I was only kind of young once, so I'll do this." Then I let the prayers pour out. "Please don't let me fall....please let people be nice, and please let me hold the chain the entire time.....etc., etc., etc.," I also told several people my goodbyes in case I was one of the yearly fatalities up on Angels Landing. Believe it or not I left my parental's uninformed of this hike, they have me on life insurance, and one word that I was hiking this hike my Daddio would've been a nervous wreck! (Just a random side note....the small little sidewalk hike known as Emerald Pools has more fatalities then Angels Landing....)
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| This is not for the faint of heart... |
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| Well worth the hike just to see this majestic view. |
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| Saddie, Myself, and Vonae |
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| What goes up.....must come down..... |
The hike was up hill consisting of switch backs and beautiful scenery. Which I stopped at frequently to enjoy the beauty - and catch my breath!!! And, I just love to talk to people on the trail and find out where they are from. This nice little trick (of looking at views and talking to tourists) allows me to catch my breath, and keep me from reaching the blasted chains I would soon have to hold on to for dear life! We finally made it to the "landing." (Which I wouldn't mind hiking to again and again.) But, there, in the distance, I could see the chains and sheer cliffs just steps away. (Okay, some of you have done this hike and might think I am being a bit dramatic - but when you are becoming more afraid of heights the older you are getting - well it was sheer cliffs on BOTH SIDES!) My two cheerleaders Vonae and Saddie said they would go between me and not let me fall. This didn't quite comfort me, but somehow I got up the chains. I never once looked away from my feet and just kept my eyes on the ground, or chain. Thus allowing me to make it to the top. I met some very nice people along the way, one old couple who had met us along the trail cheered when I arrived on the very top saying, "YEAH Libby! You made it!!!!" I never did catch their names, but they were so kind and sweet - some of the "angels" you meet when hiking this particular trail. Once on top we enjoyed the view and ate our lunches with the 100 other people who were chilling on top too.
However, what goes up....MUST COME DOWN! I was not looking forward to the holding-on-of-chains-passing-people-all-the-way-down to the landing, but that was looking like my best (and only) bet...unless by chance there happened to be a helicopter that would fly up and get me...not a chance! Going down Vonea and Saddie talked the whole time keeping my mind off of the sheer cliffs hanging on both sides of me. Of course, meeting the handsome Holland hunk half way down the chains is always a huge plus. He was rugged, blue eyed, accent lathered, and single. That was about the best ten minutes of standing on an edge of a cliff I have ever had. Coming down ended up going very quickly, and before I knew it I was back to the landing, and happy to survive my one and only trip to the Landing of Angels.
I guess I can kick this popular Southern Utah hike off my list of goals. If you aren't afraid of heights I would totally recommend this hike to you! If you are afraid of heights go with people ("Angels") who will "lift" you to the top with lot's of cheering. I did meet several nice "Angels" on this hike, and forever will remember them in helping me to reach the top.
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
Obsessed with Argyle
I have a lot of obsessions, or as I would like to say, "I have a lot of Loves." Libby not only loves Kentucky, but she LOVES a particular item of clothing known as "Argyle." It's a cool triangle pattern with sometimes crissy crossed lines. It can make the eye go weary looking, seems to never go out of style, and a typical clothing item that I gravitate to when clothes shopping. It needs to come to a stop!!!
Once upon a Sunday afternoon, my Sister and I became very bored, and instead of taking pictures of each argyle shirt I own - laying on my bed/floor, I decided to model each shirt. (YES, I HAVE A LOT OF TIME ON MY HANDS.)
Don't poke fun. I think we all have some sort of obsession or "love" with something. This happens to be my love. I have tried to calm down when I see an argyle shirt hanging from a clothing rack, but it also helps to be dirt poor at this time in my life. Thus allowing me NOT to buy an argyle shirt. Within this past year I have only added one new shirt to the collection (which is not shown). It was a cheap find at the local thrift store. I mean really, who can't pass up a $3.00 argyle shirt???
One last closing remark - whenever I ever see a (blue eyed) man wearing an argyle shirt my heart stops, and time stands still....I bet you can only imagine what my wedding invitation will look like one day. Him and I drenched in some sort of argyle.
Lord help me!!!
Once upon a Sunday afternoon, my Sister and I became very bored, and instead of taking pictures of each argyle shirt I own - laying on my bed/floor, I decided to model each shirt. (YES, I HAVE A LOT OF TIME ON MY HANDS.)
Don't poke fun. I think we all have some sort of obsession or "love" with something. This happens to be my love. I have tried to calm down when I see an argyle shirt hanging from a clothing rack, but it also helps to be dirt poor at this time in my life. Thus allowing me NOT to buy an argyle shirt. Within this past year I have only added one new shirt to the collection (which is not shown). It was a cheap find at the local thrift store. I mean really, who can't pass up a $3.00 argyle shirt???
One last closing remark - whenever I ever see a (blue eyed) man wearing an argyle shirt my heart stops, and time stands still....I bet you can only imagine what my wedding invitation will look like one day. Him and I drenched in some sort of argyle.
Lord help me!!!
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