This post has no purpose, just so you know.

Hello, people who are lucky enough to be reading this! You know what’s sad? I do. I’m only posting right now, because I have nothing else to do. SADNESS! Anyway, I guess
I’ll just do a little update, even though my last post was only a day or two ago.
I am typing this from Snowflake AZ!!! Tomorrow we continue our journey, and I will then post from Utah!
You know what else is sad? Summer vacation is almost thru.
And I repeat, SADNESS!
But, that’s okay. I’ll survive. I like my school. I’m just not looking forward to the
whole homework thing is all.
I also think I’m getting sick. NOOOO!!!
So, that was my update. Hope you were inspired.

-DQ#1

This post has no purpose, just so you know.

Hello, people who are lucky enough to be reading this! You know what’s sad? I do. I’m only posting right now, because I have nothing else to do. SADNESS! Anyway, I guess
I’ll just do a little update, even though my last post was only a day or two ago.
I am typing this from Snowflake AZ!!! Tomorrow we continue our journey, and I will then post from Utah!
You know what else is sad? Summer vacation is almost thru.
And I repeat, SADNESS!
But, that’s okay. I’ll survive. I like my school. I’m just not looking forward to the
whole homework thing is all.
I also think I’m getting sick. NOOOO!!!
So, that was my update. Hope you were inspired.

-DQ#1

This post has no purpose, just so you know.

Hello, people who are lucky enough to be reading this! You know what’s sad? I do. I’m only posting right now, because I have nothing else to do. SADNESS! Anyway, I guess
I’ll just do a little update, even though my last post was only a day or two ago.
I am typing this from Snowflake AZ!!! Tomorrow we continue our journey, and I will then post from Utah!
You know what else is sad? Summer vacation is almost thru.
And I repeat, SADNESS!
But, that’s okay. I’ll survive. I like my school. I’m just not looking forward to the
whole homework thing is all.
I also think I’m getting sick. NOOOO!!!
So, that was my update. Hope you were inspired.

-DQ#1

Gettin’ a lickin’

During dinner, Thing 1 got some sauce on my arm, right above my elbow. I licked it off, and that small action triggered a whole CONVERSATION based on the art of licking elbows. So naturally, I got the brilliant idea to lick my finger and wipe it on my elbow, therefore, licking it. So Daddy had the inspiration to pay five bucks to whoever could lick their elbow. So I licked the crease of my arm, and said that that was my elbow. My inner elbow, that is. Because, if Daddy didn’t set the boundaries, that was most definetely my elbow. So he set the boundaries, and we all set to licking once again. Just as Daddy got confident that none of us could do it, Lula runs over, and licks her elbow. You should have seen everyone’s face!!!! So, true to his word, Daddy forked over the cash. That’s what you get for getting cocky, sorry!

-DQ#1

Gettin’ a lickin’

During dinner, Thing 1 got some sauce on my arm, right above my elbow. I licked it off, and that small action triggered a whole CONVERSATION based on the art of licking elbows. So naturally, I got the brilliant idea to lick my finger and wipe it on my elbow, therefore, licking it. So Daddy had the inspiration to pay five bucks to whoever could lick their elbow. So I licked the crease of my arm, and said that that was my elbow. My inner elbow, that is. Because, if Daddy didn’t set the boundaries, that was most definetely my elbow. So he set the boundaries, and we all set to licking once again. Just as Daddy got confident that none of us could do it, Lula runs over, and licks her elbow. You should have seen everyone’s face!!!! So, true to his word, Daddy forked over the cash. That’s what you get for getting cocky, sorry!

-DQ#1

Gettin’ a lickin’

During dinner, Thing 1 got some sauce on my arm, right above my elbow. I licked it off, and that small action triggered a whole CONVERSATION based on the art of licking elbows. So naturally, I got the brilliant idea to lick my finger and wipe it on my elbow, therefore, licking it. So Daddy had the inspiration to pay five bucks to whoever could lick their elbow. So I licked the crease of my arm, and said that that was my elbow. My inner elbow, that is. Because, if Daddy didn’t set the boundaries, that was most definetely my elbow. So he set the boundaries, and we all set to licking once again. Just as Daddy got confident that none of us could do it, Lula runs over, and licks her elbow. You should have seen everyone’s face!!!! So, true to his word, Daddy forked over the cash. That’s what you get for getting cocky, sorry!

-DQ#1

Random typings of a lunatic.

Okay, I know you are all DYING to hear about what has happened in my exciting life since the fantastic mall episode.
But the truth is… not much.
Unless, of course, you count- wait for it:
MY HAIRCUT!!!
Yes, my luscious, deliciously silky, conditioned hair is all gone. Well, except for one small tuft of hair on my forehead. Kidding! I was able to donate my hair (see above for full description of hairy loveliness)to the famed Locks of Love. It was awesomesauce!
I have been debating this issue for some time now, and me and my fabulous SalsaMama had talked about it some too. But what really set the deal was, my grandparents bathroom. Yes I will explain.
You see, *almost* every time anyone goes to their house, they will forget a toiletry of some sort. Be it a toothbrush, comb, etc. etc. Since there is no one around here to claim it, it will get put into the bathroom medicine cabinet. They have two cabinets full of those things! I have always LOVED looking in there, searching for some kind of a treasure of some sort.
So, on one special treasure hunt, I found a small tub of…
Pomade.

Yes, pomade. Apparently it worked best on short hair. So, I don’t know why… but I wanted to be able to use it. Desperately. So I told my mom, and we decided to do it. So I looked up Locks of Love, and IT WAS AMAZING. It is such a cool organization! To check out the site, or to donate you own locks, you can click on my cute little linky thing on my sidebar. So one of the ladies from my ward cut my hair for free! She is awesome! So here I sit, with beautiful cut hair, typing my dull life’s story onto the webpage that you are now reading- if anyone even BOTHERS reading this boring old thing.

-DQ#1

Random typings of a lunatic.

Okay, I know you are all DYING to hear about what has happened in my exciting life since the fantastic mall episode.
But the truth is… not much.
Unless, of course, you count- wait for it:
MY HAIRCUT!!!
Yes, my luscious, deliciously silky, conditioned hair is all gone. Well, except for one small tuft of hair on my forehead. Kidding! I was able to donate my hair (see above for full description of hairy loveliness)to the famed Locks of Love. It was awesomesauce!
I have been debating this issue for some time now, and me and my fabulous SalsaMama had talked about it some too. But what really set the deal was, my grandparents bathroom. Yes I will explain.
You see, *almost* every time anyone goes to their house, they will forget a toiletry of some sort. Be it a toothbrush, comb, etc. etc. Since there is no one around here to claim it, it will get put into the bathroom medicine cabinet. They have two cabinets full of those things! I have always LOVED looking in there, searching for some kind of a treasure of some sort.
So, on one special treasure hunt, I found a small tub of…
Pomade.

Yes, pomade. Apparently it worked best on short hair. So, I don’t know why… but I wanted to be able to use it. Desperately. So I told my mom, and we decided to do it. So I looked up Locks of Love, and IT WAS AMAZING. It is such a cool organization! To check out the site, or to donate you own locks, you can click on my cute little linky thing on my sidebar. So one of the ladies from my ward cut my hair for free! She is awesome! So here I sit, with beautiful cut hair, typing my dull life’s story onto the webpage that you are now reading- if anyone even BOTHERS reading this boring old thing.

-DQ#1

Random typings of a lunatic.

Okay, I know you are all DYING to hear about what has happened in my exciting life since the fantastic mall episode.
But the truth is… not much.
Unless, of course, you count- wait for it:
MY HAIRCUT!!!
Yes, my luscious, deliciously silky, conditioned hair is all gone. Well, except for one small tuft of hair on my forehead. Kidding! I was able to donate my hair (see above for full description of hairy loveliness)to the famed Locks of Love. It was awesomesauce!
I have been debating this issue for some time now, and me and my fabulous SalsaMama had talked about it some too. But what really set the deal was, my grandparents bathroom. Yes I will explain.
You see, *almost* every time anyone goes to their house, they will forget a toiletry of some sort. Be it a toothbrush, comb, etc. etc. Since there is no one around here to claim it, it will get put into the bathroom medicine cabinet. They have two cabinets full of those things! I have always LOVED looking in there, searching for some kind of a treasure of some sort.
So, on one special treasure hunt, I found a small tub of…
Pomade.

Yes, pomade. Apparently it worked best on short hair. So, I don’t know why… but I wanted to be able to use it. Desperately. So I told my mom, and we decided to do it. So I looked up Locks of Love, and IT WAS AMAZING. It is such a cool organization! To check out the site, or to donate you own locks, you can click on my cute little linky thing on my sidebar. So one of the ladies from my ward cut my hair for free! She is awesome! So here I sit, with beautiful cut hair, typing my dull life’s story onto the webpage that you are now reading- if anyone even BOTHERS reading this boring old thing.

-DQ#1

My Drink.

We went to the mall today, and went into Payless to look for shoes. Thing 1 was off on his own to play with the toy in the back, and would periodically run screaming to me, asking where Mom was, just for fun. Well, I guess he got thirsty and didn’t think to ask her for one. So he took matters into his capable hands. He would walk into the Employees Only area, all the way back to the corner of the room, to get a drink from the drinking fountian. He is too smart for his own good, if you ask me. If only he could read…

-DQ#1