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whoa [16 Feb 2012|11:14am]
[ mood | awake ]

its been so damn long i think ive forgotten how to do this shit
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chaos is a friend of mine [13 Apr 2010|01:23pm]
[ mood | indescribable ]

busy busy busy

loving the warm weather

wish I could win the lottery and buy a bajillion acres of my own land

fill it with cows
dogs
cats
chickens
maybe some horses

saving up for a truck

trying to find a new job


I wish the stupid bakery would burn burn burn burn down

ready to go fishing


I'm gonna learn how to drive a tractor

call me farmer Kelci


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can't wait for the fireflies
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RIP Gramma, we miss you. [17 Mar 2010|08:41am]
A year ago today, one of the most beautiful, talented, and kindhearted women was lost. I have thought about her each one of these 365 days, and I will on each day yet to come. She was the best friend a kid could have, and the best Grandmother imaginable. She was the Pooh Bear to my Tigger and the Jiminy Cricket to my Pinocchio. She was our Fairy Godmother, our Goofy, ourPeter Pan, our Genie, our Mad Hatter, our Mrs. Potts. She always made us kids feel like her favorite thing in the world was to play with us. She was generous and free-spirited, and she could forgive anything. We love and miss you, Gramma. Rest in peace. <3
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[17 Jan 2010|07:58pm]
[ mood | apathetic ]

COMMENT HERE

to be kept.


I'm cleaning out my friends list and I need to know who actually plans on reading this if I start updating regularly.
There's a few people I'll keep regardless, but I don't want to keep a bunch of people that don't care to be kept.
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325 [17 Mar 2009|09:42pm]
[ mood | exhausted ]

Sooo despite the tragic event of this morning, something humorous also happened-

My parents and grandparents have this thing set up for when they die through a place called Med Cure or some shit. Basically, you die, your family calls Med Cure, they call someone, that someone comes and picks up the body and ships it to Med Cure, Med Cure uses it for medical research.

Well, the Med Cure center is in Portland, Oregon.
We live in East Dubuque, Illinois AKA Nowhere, USA.

The lady on the phone said that since we "live in such a rural area," she doesn't really know what to do. The closest funeral home to us with refrigeration is in Chicago, which was four hours away. By the time the fridge-truck arrived, the body would have been marinating for a bit too long for them to be able to use. So she said they may have to refuse her donation. And so we're like, wtf? By this time, its about 2:00. My gramma has been dead for about 5 and a half hours. It was getting a tad smelly in the house.

So we're scrambling to find someone closer who has refrigeration, and in the meantime my father suggests just driving her down to the local freezer plant. Laughter ensues, yet the idea is somewhat tempting...

Then we decide to call the town coroner/town's only funeral director, Bill Miller. He agrees to take the body and put her on dry ice until a fridge-truck can come pick her up.

So, until a few hours ago, my grandmother was basically a cocktail shrimp.

Ahhhhhhhh, gramma, you never make things easy.
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