Listen up, gang.

These two ladies have a bone to pick with their blog posse. We have noticed a trend lately in comments. We very much appreciate those responsible and caring individuals who comment on EVERY single post we do. We love you. We worship you. We applaud your ability to commit to us.

We realize that we don't post as often as most people would like. Quite honestly, it's somewhat of a task to take on a blog and fill it with witty anecdotes and sarcastic stories. Becca and I agreed when we put this blog together that we wanted it to be a little different from other blogs, if we could help it. It's mostly just us being smart alecks and that's the way we like it.

Now here is our beef. If we are going to stay motivated to keep this blog a runnin', we have got to get more comments!! We used to receive around 10 comments per post. Now we're averaging 3!! Those kind of numbers have got these two ladies down.

So saddle up you people and do your part. Your comments make us happy. And we only want to be happy.

K, love ya, see ya, bye.

A True Story...

                                             Who knows...but I like it

                                              Sneezing at Disneyland

                                               A match made in heaven Juno+Bleeker

                                                 College....it's crazy

                                             And strange

                                               Ally psyched about her flotation device.

                                               Family+Ally on Mexican Cruise 09

                                              Grad. 07

                                             Party for 2

                                                            Enjoying nature

                                              See how fun she is....
                                               Scary

                                               Camping 06

Once there were two little ladies who met at the ripe age of four because they happened to live on the same street.....Redbarn Lane in Idaho Falls, ID. They were fast friends and did EVERYTHING together: tramp jumping, doll playing , barbies, little people, Jenny's Palace, dress up, coloring, horse riding, school, church, and an unexpected ride in a police car. Their phone numbers were even on each other's landline speed dials (that was serious stuff back in 1989, there were only three different numbers you could program in to satisfy everyone in the family's needs, three out of everybody, people!).

The next three years flew by and before they knew it the ladies were both seven years old and still inseperable. Then something horrible happened.....one little lady was told by her parents that the family would be moving to Farmington, UT. The newly seven year old was devastated and so was her speed dial friend. They couldn't imagine living apart, so they devised a plan. They decided to be consistent pen pals, they promised to phone each other often, and to visit each other whenever possible. The plan seemed perfect, and the two best friends were ready to defy all odds and stay best friends forever despite their unfortunate locations.

Believe it or not these two stuck to their plan: they wrote, they called, they visited. Sure, they didn't go to school or church together anymore but everything seemed to be going as originally planned. Then....the teenage years began and the two wrote, spoke, and visited less. In the midst of those teenage years they decided to go to EFY together and soon remembered why they had been so close in the first place, they had fun together and they had a lot in common. For instance, neither one of them felt that church was something to cheer, and dance, and do skits about, so they bailed early on EFY, and their four year old bond was once again reestablished.

Finally, the awkward years were over and it was time for college. They loved college even though they still didn't spend much time together. At the end of their junior year they decided to live together along with two other friends. The stars finally aligned for the two grown up ladies and from the moment they moved in together they realized that at the ripe age of four both of them were a pretty good judge of character. For the next three and half years they experienced a lot together: college graduation, vacations, moving to S.L., first jobs, boyfriends, etc... Life seemed just about perfect and the two ladies couldn't have been closer.

Then....one lady got a job in Lindon and decided the commute was a no go for her and her SUV so she suddenly left her BFF of 20 years and moved to Provo. Now one lady is alone in her bed and writing this sad but totally awesome memoir of their defying all odds friendship. Do you think we can do it again? Get your pen and paper Al, it's pen pal time!

2 years

August 4th is a significant day for me. August 4th is a seemingly insignificant day to the rest of the world. But to some of us, it means everything. It's the day we lost our boy. Some of us lost a son, a brother, an uncle, a friend.

Two years ago today, I lost my very best friend, Seth. When I look back on the last two years, I can't believe how far I've come. I can't believe how fast time goes. I can't believe I've lived without him for that long. He was such a presence in my life, that I'm still getting used to not having him around. I think it's something I'll never get used to, and that's the way I want it.

Today I was reading over some old journal entries. I wouldn't really call it a journal, but I like to write, so I do it sometimes. And about 2 months ago I wrote this and I think it speaks for itself.

June 21, 2009

I don't want tragedy to define me. I don't want it to be the singular event in my life that makes me who I am. Of course, it has shaped me and changed me. Of course, it has made me question everything about myself and my life. And of course, my single great tragedy thus far in my life is forever engraved in what makes me, me. It affects the way I act; the way I react. It affects me in every single relationship I have. It is constantly in my thoughts, my dreams, my attitude. No matter what I do, I can't or could not stop the change which occurred and is still occurring in me. If I'm completely honest, I welcome the affects and change in me. I want this change and hope people can see this change in me.

Some of these changes are not all positive. I am more pessimistic. I am afraid of what is to come. I am no longer daring or as willing to take risks that may benefit my life. I doubt; more than I wish to say. On the other hand, I have gained immeasurable compassion and empathy. I can relate better to many different types of people and situations. I am not at all afraid to be myself and show people who I am. I love deeper and feel more.

Although this tragedy has changed me and affected me, I will not let it define me. I will rise above it and overcome. This tragedy will make me a better, more well-rounded individual. I am determined.

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Today, I think it's important for all of us to remember how far we've come. On this day, we need to remember Seth, and everything good he brought to our lives. Today, I'm only thinking about the good times. All the time I was lucky enough to have spent with Seth. All the good memories and all the laughs. Because on this day, we honor Seth and his life.

Today, I am grateful. I am grateful to have been blessed to know one of God's chosen sons. I am grateful that I can call Seth my best friend. I am proud that he can call me his.

And finally, I'm grateful for the words that still bring me comfort and hope to this day. Words that I believe will come true. The last words I said to Seth on this Earth:

I'll be seein' ya.