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Here's to another summer of awkward tan lines, obnoxious kids and daily naps...aka summer camp.
I can't complain though, because I really do enjoy it. I'm just worn out...hence the lack of posts.

Also, I had one kid tell me I had bags under my eyes and another tell me I look like Lady Gaga...
I dunno which I was more insulted by.

Here's an artist's interpretation of my baggy eyes/Gaga reaction:

Classy.


Anyway.
I've never been a confrontational person.
When I was younger, I would write my mom notes when I needed to ask her something of utter importance, but was afraid of her answer. AKA of her saying no.

Example:
"Dear Mom,
Can I spin the night (I wasn't very smart...) at Katie's house?
[ ] Yes
[ ] No
P.S. Write Back!
Love,
Kelli"

Even to this day, I prefer sending an email over talking on the phone or in person...I just get all kinds of freaked out.

One time I emailed a teacher about rounding my grade up and I was so nervous about what he was gonna say, that I NEVER opened his response.
I just deleted it, completely unread.

Perhaps, this is something I should work on.

Well, while my mother and I were scouring our home in search of pictures for Father's day, we found this lovely piece of history, I had written when I wasn't particularly pleased with her.



It says,
"Dear: Mommy
I love you. but you have not been nice. (Something scribbled out, that looks like she didn't give me something I wanted...what a selfish child I was.) So I'm not going to speak to you. Love Kel PS do you love me"

Yeah yeah, go ahead and laugh it up!
I. Was. So. Dramatic.
But clearly, my mother was enthused enough by my little notes to keep them for all these years.

Along with that embarrassing notes, we found these gems, in honor of Father's Day:



I'm the small one with no hair.



Look at how precious we were!

And now...

That was last year at the Rock&Roll Marathon in San Diego.
I dunno why I was standing so awkwardly...


Love you, Dad!
:)