The most wonderful Phebe ever.


This is us:

This is also us:

This, too:

And even this:

We’re pretty cute, huh?

You’re pretty much the bomb diggity, and I love the crap outta you. I’m so happy that we can be sisters and friends at the same time, and I am loving getting to know you more.
I’m gonna tell you a secret. Sometimes I play certain songs in the car because I know you will dance, and we can belt things out at the top of our lungs. That was the point of playing the Mulan Soundtrack on Tuesday. I like our stoplight dance parties.

I like our spontaneous and not so spontaneous trips to hither and yon in C’ville.

I am excited about our first ever road trip without your kids. (Seriously, why have we never done this before?!)

I pretty much just love you beyond belief.



The kid sister


Prom 2012

[For any of you that were wondering, Phebe made my dress again this year.]

Prom this year can be summed up in two words unforgettably remarkable.

My ‘escort’ (Because I am old fashioned like that) was my very good friend Ben. We did all the fun cool prom-like things like boutonnieres and corsages.

We posed for some pictures

And then my mom made me pose for some more.

Then we went out to eat at the Flaming Wok where Ben tried shrimp for the first time. (Yes. I was very excited.)

From there we were chauffeured in my Pop’s oh-so-elegantly-classy mini-van to the Catholic church. (Because where else would homeschoolers have a prom?)

After that, we danced the night away, and had a darn good time doing it.

It was a super awesome special night that will be hard to forget. (Hopefully I won’t get hit on the head by a rock and get amnesia.)

Ben, thanks for making prom so awesome!

The weekend

What a crazy crazy weekend I had.

Friday, as most of you know, was the day of the HOME-SCHOOL prom.

Definition of Home-school prom: A night where a bunch of unsocialized home-schoolers get together and pretend to have social (and dancing) skills.

Note: For those of you who actually have social and/or dancing skills, you are a minority.

Home-school prom was such a new thing to our area, that it was on the news. Click here to see us in our home-schooled glory.

All in all, the prom was an absolute blast. We home-schoolers know how to have fun and don’t care who’s watching us while we do.

Friday night, I went to bed at about 12:30 AM ish.

Saturday morning, I woke up around 5:00 AM ish.

I was going hiking! DUH!  What else are you supposed to do the day after your prom?

We (The ccCville youth group) hiked Old Rag Mountain. Don’t ask me who named it because I don’t know.

The first little bit of the hike was absolutely killer. My favorite part, though, was the rock scramble. It was so much fun. It was like a big giant puzzle… You had to figure out how to get from one rock to the next. The whole hike was completely worth it once we got to the summit. It was beautiful!

I sat down on the rocks. I looked out at the sky and the clouds and all the stuff that was so far away that it looked like it was from a world of little dolls. I wrote some poetry up there on the top of the mountain.

The hike was very very refreshing.

Sunday, I woke up on time. That almost never happens.

I got all ready for church. I headed out the door.

My sister-in-law, Lindsey, came to church with her little boy, Elijah and her brother Michael.

After church, Lindsey, Phebe, Jim, all of their offspring, Michael, and I picked up Sticks.(Haha that’s funny.)Not literal sticks… Sticks Kabob Shop makes yummy food.

After getting our food. We headed to Phebe’s house.

We ate our food, Jim bought polyester pants, Michael and I hung out, and we all just had a genuinely enjoyable time.

That was my weekend. Ta-da!

Prom:The finished product.

You wanna see some pics? Of course!

My Favorite Dylan-brother ever

My pseudo-cousin Joe

The three of us together

I love this picture of Dylan and me

The pattern image vs. the finished product.

The whole effect

If you missed anything here are links, starting at the beginning, that will take you through the process.

Girly girls being all girly and junk.

So… Last Friday, April 22nd, I got to get all gussied up. After I got all gussied up, I went, with my mom and two of my sisters, to a ballet.

WARNING: If you are a boy the next few moments will be completely irrelevant to you. If you want to stop reading now, I will forgive you.

Here are a list of events.

  1. We all got dressed up.
  2. We left the house about ten minutes later than intended.
  3. Headed downtown.
  4. Walked through the rain.
  5. Bought cute flowerdy umbrellas at a cute little store.
  6. Walked through the rain under the new umbrellas.
  7. Made it to Hamilton’s in time for our pre-ballet dinner reservation.
  8. We sat next to cute little middle aged ladies who were also going to the ballet.
  9. My mom almost burned the restaurant down with only an empty sugar packet and a small candle.
  10. We took pictures of stuff.
  11. Received and ate foodstuffs. (Fettuccine for dinner. Chocolate Many Ways for dessert.)
  12. Reapplied lipstick.
  13. Headed to the loverly Paramount theater.
  14. Sat in awesome seats and watched women in tutus and men in tights jeté gracefully across the stage.
  15. Walked back to the car (It was still raining.)
  16. Drove home very very happy.

Now it’s time for pictures… You get to see how cute we are.

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Prom Dress Prose

Our Prom Dress Tweetage

Our prom dress progress:

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Doesn’t it look wonnerful?(As my niece would say)

The pictures do not actually show the finished product… No one gets to see that until some time between the 29th and the 30th… It could possibly be the 1st… In any case… No one gets to see the finished product till after my prom. Ok. I lo