Sheridan Trails

Because it's Friday. Because it's snowing outside. Because I have no motivation. Because I have been stressed to the max all week... I am writing another post. While I am supposed to be working. The marvelous thing about this computer is that it LOOKS like I am working, while really I am not. I always was the sneaky child. My mom can confirm this. And dad, And Joe.... And Alli. Norman would too if he were alive. This is Norman. The best fricken dog ever. Going back to my sneaky ways, I decided it would be time to write about another embarrassing story from the Andrea vault. I was in 5th grade and in Mrs. Dryers class. It was cool to be in her class because we got to do a lot of plays. For some reason someone decided that doing weekly play performances in school was necessary and cool. I never got a good role....but I digress. Every Friday (or was it Monday?) we had to turn in our homework folder signed by a parent. Me, being a complete type B personality, was never really proac...

My sister Alli is pretty awesome. I am the older sister, 3 years to be exact. You would think that our maturity levels we would meet somewhere in the middle of those three years. But they don't. Alli and I meet around the age of 10, maybe 12. Some days we can get all the way up to 15. But usually no higher. We are very immature. My mom says she gets car sick hanging out with us sometimes. I understand that. I get car sick when I hear Bruce Springsteen music. Here is a little flavor of a Alli/Andrea typical convo. Convo 1 Alli: Sometimes when I speak, I think of the gangsta spelling of a word. Me: Me too. Like when I say "You are the weirdest person ever", I'm really saying "you are the weirdest person eva". A: Or "right there" is really "right thurr" M: Oh, good example. A: I think about these things a lot. Convo 2 Me: I had a strange dream last night. Alli: Your mind is a scary place. M: Mr. Tumnus visited me at college. A: Did he bring ...

I have done the unthinkable. I missed Deadliest Catch tonight. For what you ask? WORK. yes, I didn't stutter. WORK. Who am I?

...I moved to Wyoming and wrote about things like... ....the beautiful view out of my garage-top apartment. Or trying to open a can of soup with a swiss army knife. Or take pictures of my basement office. Or take depressing pictures of myself in my apartment by myself. By myself....myself.... Well worry no more. I think I made up for my lame posts. Band hero anyone?

I have written about every family member except one. My dad. I think I have not written about him before because, well frankly speaking, he is the most complicated person in my family. And the funny thing about his complication is that it is completely intentional and unintentional at the same time. See, I told you. Complicated. I love my dad, he is quite possibly the best dad. Just don't tell him that. He LOVES hearing how awesome he is. I mean, I totally understand why. Who doesn't like to hear that they are cool and funny and awesome all the time? You cannot tell my dad any of these things. Why? I'll tell you why. He has this extremely annoying habit of reminding you of it. FOREVER. You think I'm joking? I'm not. He also LOVES LOVES LOVES repeating the same joke over and over and over and over. We went on a trip out west when I was 13. We were all stuck in a green minivan for 3 weeks straight. Someone (I won't name names....Alli) laughed when dad exclaimed ...

A little while ago I signed up for the Big Brothers/Big Sisters program in Sheridan. I have been matched with a sweet little second grade girl. She is totally awesome. We have gone bowling and to movies and out to eat. I usually send her home totally sugared up. Her mom loves me. Today we are doing something totally great. Periodically all the BBBSs in town get together to do an activity all together. Today is one of those days. We get to go to the new McDonalds (joy) and get our picture taken for the paper. I love getting my picture taken for the paper. When was little, my mom was the children's librarian at the public Library. We always went to the reading events and got our pictures in the paper. It was awesome. But that isn't even the coolest part about today. After the picture is taken, we get to go on a TROLLEY RIDE haha All around town. I am so excited. I just learned about this trolley, and now I get to ride on it before any of the towns-people. I am so excited. Oh, an...

Today is going to be one of the best days. Maybe not ever. But for right now, this week, I think today is going to rock. Not because I have a million little things to do for work. Today is going to DRAG. Or that I get to go to the radio station and watch them cut a PSA. Today is going to rock for one reason and one reason only. DEADLIEST CATCH starts today. I love that show Only bad thing is, Crosby isn't going to be on it this season. Sad. But this kid is... and this one.... So I think I'll be ok.

I'm in a "I miss Michigan" mood today. These only hit about once a month after I talk to someone from home. My mom is coming to visit me in May...over Memorial Day weekend. We are going to Yellowstone and Teton National Park. We started planning it today. So excited. I usually always miss my family, we are close. But I really miss my friends today. Well Alli is technically my sister...but she's pretty much my best friend too. Yeah, I'm one of those weird annoying people that is best friends with her sister. If you have met Alli, you would want to be her best friend too. I miss Norman. He died last July :( He was 17 (I guess that's old for a dog). I'll write about him later. He was the best dog ever. He really was. I miss Melissa. She is getting married this summer. I am so excited for her. She pretty much was one of the reasons I was able to make it through college. She is hilarious. I miss my girls at Genesis. Best job ever. Some of the greatest people in...

I honestly think no one ever reads this blog. That makes it a bit easier to write about things that are honestly on my mind. I am not a very deep person. Or I at least try not to be. I love living a stress free life. It's very sad, I realize, to you people that are deep and critical thinkers. Don't confuse my stress-free shallow existance to being apathetic. Trust me, I'm not. I work for AmeriCorps and want there to be good in the world and I am doing my part to make that good happen. Now that I have justified myself sufficently, I will let you in on a little convo my friend and I had this morning. I am not even joking, we actually discussed this. (I was going to keep my friend a mystery, but under further consideration, I figured everyone would know who this person was anyway. If you guessed Carrie, you were right.) My/My friend's theory on numbers 1= The skinny one. No one likes her because she is bossy and wants to be the leader all the time. She is the attention hog...

I don't think you will ever meet anyone on the face of this earth that has wasted more time on the paint program than me. It is sad really. I can sit and fiddle with picture on the paint program for hours...HOURS. One single picture can take up my whole evening. I actually find it entertaining. I have decided to show off a number of my masterpieces This was an idea for a future mardi gras get-up. I think it needs a little tweeking still. Me being Hermione Granger. This one was rather quick to do. Me as a movie star. This is one of my earlier creations, before I learned how easy it was to match the color by using the little dropper mechanism. I'll call this retro-andrea-paint era This one just makes me laugh. Watch out for all those bowls in hell. HAHAHAH Funny story behind that picture. That whole trip pretty much sucked all around. From the exhaust coming through the bus and gasing us out, to the 4 hour wait in Walmart. Well that part wasn't too bad, Abby and I found some...

This is how I would like the world to see me. Beautiful. Esthetically pleasing. Tan. Good hair. Whiteish teeth. Man I look good in this picture. I mean I had to photoshop it for about a half hour to get this desired look. But it's a pretty good look if you ask me. My wishes of always looking like that are rarely realized. Who am I kidding, I hardly ever look like that. 99.9999% of the time I look like this. Sexy eh? For some reason, it was necessary to wear my scarfs so tight it looked like I was wearing a neck brace. I won't even get into what my eyes are doing. I am embarrassed this picture even exhists. Yes, I am guilty of the kissy/duck face pictures. I was young. A freshman in college. Even my friends knew I was nuts....hence Marjie's face. SHEESH WHERE THE HECK AM I LOOKING? This one was taken my myself. Trying to achieve one of those emo self portraits. My emoself lasted about as long as my desire for a perm. Not very. All I can say is that I'm not THAT bad. It...