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Day 03: meet the parents. aren't they just two gorgeous people? I think so. I know several people who might say they have the best parents, but let's all be honest, i do. It's ok, you can borrow them if you want.

Let's talk about my ma.

I call her lady. she calls me a million different nicknames. know my mom for longer than a minute and you will have a nickname. or ten. my mom is crazy and so loving. she can get along with anyone and i don't think she

has a single inhibition in her body, which is definitely not fair. she will and does do anything and everything for her family. she's amazing, and the perfect mom for me. heaven only knows who i'd be without her.                

                                                                            

Now let's talk about the father. I call him papi. he just calls me Lyndsie. i love him more than i can say. i must tell you, my dad is my hero. he's been through so much more than anyone can know, but he still finds beauty in everything. my daddy is an extremely talented artist, something few get to see. he paints the most beautiful things. i aspire to be like him one day. the man is hilarious and  no one knows it. he loves tv land and all "old" shows and movies. i have years and years of memories of watching tcm with him until the wee hours of the morning. (tcm=turner's classic movies.) he can cook anything and make it taste delcious. he's a man of few words, but always worth listening to.                                                                                                                                                  

 

Basically i love them. the end.

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Day 02: first love.
oh this post will be great.

meet my first love: Trent Haws Howard.

A fine specimen is he not? I was the little girl across the street. he was the boy i tortured. Trent and I were married on...ok so I don't know the date. I was four. he was three. we kissed. it was slobbery and not at all enjoyable from what i remember. and our older brothers held it over our heads for EVER. annoying when you're 10. and honestly only ok once you're in high school.
Luckily, we remained friends after our messy divorce at 7. (ok i made that up.) and Trent has been like a brother to me ever since.

He's a great young man and the best first love a girl could ask for. (excuse the many pictures, he's on his mission now, and i may miss him a bit.)

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Day 01. Introduce yourself with pictures and words.
i've been intentionally avoiding starting this. because, being me, it's very likely i won't finish.
problem number two is i put way too much thought into these things. but here we go.

me: i'm a big bag of wierd and a walking contradiction. but really, who isn't?

i'm defined by my family and friends and would do anything for either.

i'm a big fan of being ridiculous and i refuse to take myself more seriously than i take teletubbies.

and i would be nothing (literally) without these two brilliant people.