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I have this cousin Taylor.

She's great.

She is two months younger than I am and she moved to Utah from Texas with her family when we were 7-8(ish?).

We were kind of assumed friends since we were close in age and the rest of 'em had their age cousins - Jameson, Daniel and Christian.
- Lindsay, Regan, and Savanna.
- Brandon, Austin, Carson.
So we were just kind of thrown together even though we didn't have a whole lot in common. Somehow we managed to be friends but we would get mad at each other A LOT. haha We would get so mad for some stupid reason and then not even be able to play with each other so we figured out a way to dispel our anger and continue playing.

This is what we would do:

and then we would forget our anger and keep playing.

When I would tell my mom we would fight all the time she told me it was cause we were so alike. But now I realize it is cause we are soooo different.

Taylor has always been more mature than me.
Taylor creates award winning art and I score award winning goals.
She makes her own prom dresses and Nativity scenes from sea shells, and I make my own....green pants?
She likes to be in charge, I like to add my 2 cents when convenient
I am an anthropology major and shes an art major

Pretty much +Taylor Reich and I are as different as can be. But she's DEFS my fave cousin! Sorry +madalynn barker +Savanna Reich!!! :)

Flashback: Mountain Home Idaho

I am maybe two or three years old toddling around the back yard.

The back yard of the little yellow house in Mountain Home Idaho where my grandparents lived. It has two HUGE apricot trees and lots of grass and a chain link fence where there is a garden and then a dirt path behind that.

We used to go there every year and help my grandma gather up all the apricots that had fallen to the ground so they didn't ferment and get wretchedly old and disgusting.

I say "we". It was me, little Kylee, maybe baby Lindsay, I don't remember if she was born yet. Christian, Ben, Nathan, my parents, and Amy may have been there. A three year old's memory just  isn't that good.

So I am toddling around the yard, cute as a button, and my siblings are just covered in apricot juice as they pick up all the fruit from this back yard. They fill up 10 gallon buckets that were basically as tall as I am of nasty rotten fruit as my grandma watches on and I run around probably tripping over my chubby legs and the uncollected fruit.

My family didn't want to touch me since they were sticky with apricot juice so I ran around and probably played in some of the nasty fruit or tried to get through the chain link fence into the garden behind.

I'm not sure if I remember this from my own tiny three year old brain or of the many stories and pictures of these events have meshed into my memory bank as true memories.

Does it matter?


Merry Christmas!

Pinterest Success (actually worth reading)

Here is what my latest Pinterest ventures looked like:

We started with these white jeans (they are the yellow ones in the end):

And these two pairs of blue jeans:
(They're in a tub of water and bleach)

 So it was taking forever to bleach so I separated them. The dark blue ones are on the left and the lighter ones are in the right tub....the dark ones now look yellow

 Close up of the dark blue jeans...getting whiter....

 

Here is the yellow dye I put the already white jeans in

They turned out like this

And then I put the blue jeans bleached white into here

And they turned out like this

So now I have these

I got it from this blog. And BAM, It worked. I am so happy. Cause I got the jeans from the DI so I spent a total of maybe $18 from start to finish for both pairs of jeans.

Then I made this awesome pineapple angel food cake...easiest thing of my life..but mine looked like this (after people had eaten a bunch already):

 Then I made these peanut butter chocolate chip crescent rolls

 And these ranch pretzels

 SO GOOODDDDD,


I'm a Pinterest master