I SAW IT ON COLLEEN'S BLOG!

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THANKFUL LIST: before i forget to finish it and never post it

[yeah, so i started writing this before thanksgiving and then i fell asleep at my computer and then thanksgiving happened and then the day after was full too... so here i am... a few days behind, but still just as thankful.]


* i have a great family. it's not perfect and we aren't always happy lovey-dovey... but when it comes down to it, i know any one of my siblings would fight to the death for me. i know my parents just want to see me happy, and that they pray for it every night. and when i look at it like that, it makes me feel so lucky. not everyone in this world gets to boast of strong family ties like i get to. not everyone can say that despite all of the drama, when it comes down to it, we love each other so much.

* i am so lucky in friendship. my second family are my friends. especially the ones that live with me here in boston. i have friends from all different phases of my life and i am blessed to keep in contact with a good majority of them. friends that have seen me through every trial, every heartache, every victory. my girls out here have been the best support any girl could ask for. they have no expectations of me, no pre-conceived idea of who i should be. i get to be ornery, happy, introverted, playful, mean, sweet... at any given time and i KNOW that i will always have loving arms around me. i am such a lucky girl.

* i am blessed with employment. it's not at every job that one gets to feel loved like i do. i play sports, color pictures, make jokes, snuggle, go on adventures... these are the things i get paid to do and it's so amazing. not always fun, but an experience i am so grateful to have. it won't be forever. but these kids, my friends, will always be a part of my life, for the things they have taught me.

* because of my job, i can feed myself, live in a home (even if it's rotting and ugly... it's still a home), drive a car, do fun things with friends. i take all of these things for granted on a daily basis, but taking a step back, i see just how blessed i am.

* i live in a country that allows me to have an opinion and express it however i see fit. i get to have rights as a woman, education is available to me, i get to practice my religious beliefs and won't be thrown in jail or killed for it (as our LDS predecessors did before us).

* to be a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, is such a privilege. and i love that i get to experience it here in boston. yeah, we are mormons, known for our polygamy and non-drinking ways and it's great. but every sunday i go to church with the most amazing individuals... not perfect, not even close and that's why i love them. i love that they strive to build up the Lord's kingdom every day. i love that i have a bishop who challenges our every move... challenges our testimonies, pushes us to follow the commandments on a deeper more profound level. who doesn't let us get away with mediocrity... of any kind... not in our callings, not in our responsibility to share the gospel, temple work or tithing. i feel stretched for the good just by having been a member of his congregation.

* i have a testimony of the Gospel of Jesus Christ, which i found by way of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. I have a connection to my Father in Heaven that I wouldn't trade for anything on this earth. I have faith in the Atonement of Jesus Christ, that allows me to find freedom from my weakness, addictions and imperfections. i know that my life is better because i read The Book Of Mormon, Another Testament of Jesus Christ. my life is filled with the spirit of the Lord and i am so grateful for those who have worked side by side with me, to help me shape the way i view my testimony.

JUST ONE OF THOSE POSTS



+ the other day i saw a girl wearing a shirt that read "I HEART DC." my first thought was, "oh, hey... I LOVE DIET COKE TOO!"... my second thought was... "okay i am an addict... but i can quit at anytime!!!"


+ i like to yell at cars when they are being driven by stupid drivers. if it's an old lady, i usually yell "okay grandma, make the turn already." if it's hard to tell the gender or age, i will pick something from their car that singles them out: "okay jersey... step on it!" or "toyota, get out of the fast lane already!" imagine my frustration, when the other day a completely unmarked car with androgynous person was in front of me being dumb. i started to yell out, but i was stone-walled... no make or model, no insignia either... the license plate was a mass plate and i couldn't tell for the life of me if it was man or woman... i had nothing. so instead i yelled... just yelled... no words... just a barbaric yelp... lame.

+ a big "A" plus, plus for the way i handled the bloody mess that walked through the door crying yesterday. russell was nailed in the mouth with a hockey puck resulting in a barrage of tears and gushing vitals. kept my calm, cleaned up the mess, got bloodied, made the victim laugh as i took him to a mirror to inspect his battle wound, mr. happy ice pack to make all things good in the world... crisis abated... toot the peggy horn!

+ carla is in the hospital again. i am sad.

+ okay so i started a little early this year... i started listening to christmas music yesterday... get off my back!!! really, it wasn't my fault, i was channel surfing because i had forgotten my ipod at home and oldies 103.3 was playing christmas music... i went to switch stations but BING was singing "white christmas" and i just couldn't help myself.

+ scissor sisters sold out in two days and i didn't get tickets. bummer. probably for the best. i was a little worried that they would recognize me as the girl that got into a fight at their park city concert and kick me out. i love you scissor sisters!

+ i've decided to become an anti-pornography activist. i HATE the industry. it makes me sick. good people whom i love so much have been negatively affected by it... i don't just hate... i LOATHE. a few days ago, my good friend colleen, who works for a non-profit record label called PROJECT THINK DIFFERENT (www.projectthinkdifferent.org) sent me this atrocious editorial that was found in the boston metro titled-- "porn: it just might cure what ails us." this insidious article stated that in order to have MORE equal rights, there needed to be more porn. WHAT? EXCUSE ME?? what's worse, it was written by a woman! appalling to me... i just LOVE how women are totally jumping on the pro-pornography wagon. so now i've decided to be one of those women with a sign picketing in front of the playboy mansion... i will tell the women inside that they are beautiful and worth loving and that they don't need to show their bodies to know that!!!


+ it took 2.5 hours for my bed to warm up last night. and i have 6 blankets on me. my room is also known as... antarctica!


+ stupidest bumper sticker ever:
in a time of universal deceit, telling the truth is a revolutionary act
i hate bumper stickers


+ i also hate animals dressed up in real people clothes. it's freaky.


+ turkey, turkey, turkey in my tummy, tummy, tummy. just two more days!


+ mar and i are doing a christmas cabaret show. she calls it... christmas with peg and mar: these are more special times... i like to call it... a christmas craptacular! whaddya think? we have some wickedly awesome stuff... so if you're in the area... come give us a look-see. dec. 14 and 16


+ colleen and i were looking in the DSM IV (diagnostic and statistical manual for mental disorders) the other day and we were trying to diagnose me... i'm mental. then we thought it would be fun to randomly assign each other disorders from the book. she went first: i flipped through, stuck my finger in a spot and opened the book... to something she already suffers from... guess someone upstairs doesn't think she can handle anything else right now. we were laughing so hard we never got to me! i have too many of them anyway!


+ the girls and i are going to the rockettes and a really nice dinner for our christmas to each other... i am super stoked.


+ i live with someone who constantly states the obvious. but what about the sub-plot to life? don't you think it feels a little left out? let's try stating the obscure... how would that be? instead of walking into a room and saying "hey the t.v. is on." let's try "oh, wow... i can tell that there has been a huge fight and now the two of you are watching t.v. in an obviously awkward tension." yeah, that should spice it up a bit.


+ i miss my trips to turner


+ i have decided that sometimes dads just don't know how to console their sad daughters. they try their darndest... they give it their best shot. when that doesn't work, they resort to sports analogies and "telling it like it is." mine decides to say things like "peg, you need to keep your comments to 10 words or less." HEY, I'M CRYING HERE! and now i have to count how many words i use to describe my pain??? what are we playing the game TABOO? BUZZER... ah ah ah... you said a word on the list and you've exceeded your max limit... your turn is OVER! daddy, i know you love me, i know i'm verbose... but even you have to admit that the timing of that comment was a little off!


+ for rachel: love the pillow talks


+ COSTCO PUMPKIN PIE-- need i say more???

HELEN


on saturday i walked into helen's living room and ate lunch. actually it wasn't helen's it was panera. oh and actually, it wasn't a real living room either. it was a long couch and two cushy arm chairs situated in front of a fireplace in the crowded corner of panera bread company (they have my favorite soup/sandwich combo... tuscan chicken-- no tomato and cheesy broccoli soup... yummy to my tummy).

it was busy, it being a saturday and also... tis the season to stand in lines, lines and more lines (which i did all day on sat.). those of you who have been to panera know that it can get rather crowded rather quickly and by the time i went to sit and eat, the place was packed. but off to my left i saw the couch space open... it looked really inviting and the only other person sitting there was a little old woman on the other side of the long couch and i would be far enough away to not really be in her "space."

i sat and readied myself for my tasty delights, when all of a sudden i look up and see the little old lady flagging me down.

"welcome to my living room." she called out
"oh." a startled me looked at her and smiled. "thank you... it's beautiful."
she nodded and then i continued to stuff my face. a few minutes later-- mid bite-- she asks another question. i couldn't hear her. so i got up, toted all of my lunch stuff over and sat down to eat my lunch with helen... in her living room.

i was there for 1 1/2 hours. i soaked up all of the grandmotherly love that helen was dishing out. she was spunky, witty and this 88 year old, retired hair stylist made my whole day. she told me about life... she was born in 1918... MAN the things she has seen! she told me about love and how her husband of 56 years treated her like a queen and told me never to settle for anything less. we laughed, shared stories and compared nail polish colors. helen doesn't have much to do these days and so just about every day she carts herself over to the panera (where she and her husband, when he was alive, used to frequent)... she talks to strangers and makes friends.

time stood still as i recognized that everyone else was rushing about their day trying to get a quick bite, then off to the next sale. helen made me realize that too often we run around ignoring other people... most of the time, we're just too busy.

but, if you ever are in need of a quick live-and-in-person grandmother or are just in the mood for a great conversation, helen is your gal... and believe me... she's good for it.

one day you should find yourself out in framingham, on route 30 and see the panera next to the target... you should stop in for a bite and say hello to helen. she's the spunky little lady sitting in front of the fireplace with a huge smile on her face and coffee in hand!

WIG- a double entendre


i was a junior in high school when for the shakespeare competition i was cast as the part of puck in "a midsummer night's dream." my instructor, mr. jolley, had outfitted me in a very androgynous outfit and i was given a very blonde,very short wig. i was a piece of work and wish i had a picture to show all y'all.

anyway, the night before we headed down for the competition we were to take our costumes home and iron them, if needed, and pack them with all of our stuff we were taking with us... basically, they were our responsibility. which is why, when i got to school the following morning, i wigged (see i told you there was a double meaning) when i realized that i could not find the wig anywhere!!! i spent that whole morning calling my mom to check, tracing my steps and looking in every nook and cranny. to no avail. the poor thing had probably fallen out of my arms, the night before on my way out of school and landed in the middle of the hall, only to be picked up by some idiot teenager that went dragging state street sporting my puckish do!

i was in tears as i shakily approached mr. jolley's very ominous office. i let it out as quickly as i could and then braced myself for a lecture... which either he never gave or i can't remember because the painful experience has since been blocked from memory to protect my psyche. but i do remember that in a very mr. jolley way he asked, "well what are you going to do?"

probably the wrongest question someone could ask me in a situation such as this. peeps... i'm a worrier... and i'm also a fixer... combine the two and you have a MESS!!!!

which is exactly what i was the entire 4 hour bus ride to the SUU campus. i couldn't think of anything else. what was i going to do? the wig cost more than $60 and came from some costume shop in salt lake... too late to do anything about that now. so what else? my hair, in high school, was down to my waist... who was i kidding to think i could hide my "luscious locks" enough to look like i was an "it!"

i was back and forth with my friend carrie (who was so nice to enable my worrying by worrying with me) about what to do. i was sick to my stomach. mr. jolley had placed all responsibility of this costume on me and i had blown it! i couldn't let him down again. halfway through the trip i finally decided to have another chat with the jolley man.

i sat next to him on the bus and once again unloaded my barrage of "beat myself up" remarks-- after all i had to let him know how remorseful for my stupid mistake i really was. then i told him how i was planning on doing my hair... he sat patiently as i pontificated... then his only retort was...

"you worry too much... stop worrying about things you cannot control peggy."

wait. what? didn't he tell me this was my problem? even if he hadn't i probably wouldn't have heard t anyway and would have felt just as responsible. because here's the sitch:

i do... i try to control things i cannot control. why? dunno. probably to help myself feel less vulnerable. or maybe i am too uptight in the small details of life to let things just happen as they will happen.

the sad thing is, when i do this, i end up missing out on the very joy of life that surrounds me on a daily basis. just like the trip down to the competition, while i was wigging out over this small detail all of my friends were laughing, joking and making memories i would never share.

so the ending of the wig saga? yeah, so when we got to the hotel, carrie and i put my huge hair in this braid that looked like a crown on my head and then found sticks, leaves and some dirt and threw it in there to look earthy. we ran to find mr. jolley who only laughed when he saw how much effort was being put into something he'd just told me not to worry about. i was baffled by his reaction... yeah because i still didn't get it (it has taken me YEARS to get it).

the following morning, i answered the knock at my door and there in front of my face was a very blonde, very short wig. no, it wasn't the same one. but the minute i left mr. jolley's office he got on the phone to his wife, who stopped by the costume shop and picked up another. but, just so i wouldn't forget this experience, he was letting me sweat it out.

sweat, yes... freak, yes... WIG OUT, yeah that sounds more like it!

THE RIGHT STUFF


today the family i work for is moving into a new house. and not just any new house... a house previously owned by one of the former NEW KIDS ON THE BLOCK! (for privacy reasons i will not publicly post which one, but if you really wanna know, tell me and i'll whisper it in your ear)

can i just say how stoked i am to be sharing the same toilet as my 6th grade crush??? every time i sit on that "throne" i'm going to be squealing like i just met him in person... sick... but true.

the kids will be standing at the bathroom door waiting to get in and all of a sudden they'll hear me singing at the top of my lungs...

"please don't go girl... 'im gonna always love you girl."

gotta go, i need to fish through my old boxes of stuff and find my huge NKOTB botton and fasten it to my acid washed jean jacket!!!

WE INTERRUPT THIS REGULARLY SCHEDULED PROGRAMMING


peggy... you have been a poop.

you have been down in the dumps and way too serious lately.

your posts have been ornery and drab.

lighten up already.

stop beating yourself up over stupid mistakes.

let your hair down... well, now that it's short there's not much you can do.

but why not try

eating brie and sparkling cider while laughing like a rich snobby lady named prudence.

or eating ice cream for dinner and broccoli for dessert.

or you could:

talk to yourself in public and make an old lady stare at you like you're crazy.

or do your crazy cowboy laugh and make mary laugh real hard.

you deserve it girl... shine like a star in the sky.

you were given talents... have you been using them?

no... don't get that exasperated look on your face...

buckle up champ, take a deep breath and have fun.

i want you to go out there and play kick ball at night with a bunch of friends

or drive out the middle of nowhere and have a cow mooing contest

be silly. enjoy life. enjoy your single world.

stop trying to control things you cannot.

stop worrying about tomorrow, or you will forget to play today.

think about it this way... old people are so much cuter when they have laugh-line wrinkles instead of the frowny ones... which kind of old lady do you really want to be, huh?

remember, there is always time to be an adult later... you'll be one for the rest of your life.

okay now tell me what you're gonna do?

no... say it louder... louder.... LOUDER!!!

okay, i believe you now... good job. and don't make me turn this car around and give you another good talking to. do you hear me???

{this self-to-self motivational speech was brought to you by the "yes, i'm going crazy and hearing voices" foundation}

WE NOW RETURN YOU TO THE SHOW ALREADY IN PROGRESS AND THANK YOU FOR YOUR COOPERATION!

12 PEOPLE... 12 COMMENTS

(i liked this idea and wanted to do it myself)


1- i am so happy for you. this is a place you doubted you'd ever be when we were young. look at what an amazing life you have now. i love you my "sister."

2- hey guess what? you are amazing and i am blessed you've been a part of my life. i'm still waiting for my phone call in 2 1/2 months.

3- you'll figure it out sweetie and when you do all those amazing things will unfold... i can't wait to watch! and i can't wait for y'all to get back together!!!

4- thank you for all you've given me. it's hard to think that there will be a change that will take me away from you (guys).

5- i'm not listening to you anymore. you are destructive and a liar. i choose better from now on.

6- i know you think i'm a spaz (and that's because i am) but please try to see the good in me too. thank you for letting me vent... i appreciate it more than you will know.

7- hey you... supple. also, YAY for baby steps.

8- thank you for being my support and strength. for being my financial advisor, cheerleader and dating coach. it scares me to think that you won't always be around. i love you.

9- what would i do if you weren't in my life? i love how you kick me in the bottom when i am saying stupid stuff. i pray all of your dreams to come true in every way you wish them to.

10- grrreat grrrandmother's grrraham crrracker cookie crrruststs! wish you were here!

11- stop being so hard on yourself. you make mistakes and that's okay. you deserve happiness and you deserve to love someone the way you want to, without fear.

12- i wish i knew better how to connect with you. it's hard and you know that. but i don't know how to change it and i'm sorry.

HAPPINESS IS A CHOICE!

Some people ask me why always on the bright side

When there's so much going on down the other side

It's like I live in a bubble with no trouble

And problems don't exist

I chuckle and tell them that ain't the case at all

It goes way back to the time when I was very small

Not in mind but size and age my papa use to say

You can always look at the negative

But you should always live in the positive

So I try everyday to live that way

-stevie wonder

"positivity"

i was in the worst mood ever as i was driving into work this morning:

cursing the rain. cursing the dumb volvo in front of me who saw fit to use her brake while in the middle of every intersection. cursing the biker who was trying to squeeze onto the BU bridge and not get hit by all of us trying to drive in our respective lanes, when clearly there is a HUGE sidewalk right next to us that was actually built so she wouldn't have to squeeze onto the treacherous bridge. cursing the dumb pedestrians for running across the road when it was a green light and making all 6 cars slam on our brakes so as to avoid a messy collision and making all of us miss the green light. cursing the selfish girl who couldn't possibly wait her turn at the 4 way stop and i was inches from hitting her and really wished i had!

see i told you, i was in a bad mood.

then somewhere along the way my summertime mantra came into my head and it wouldn't go away and i knew it was time to readjust my thinking.

HAPPINESS IS A CHOICE

there is still a lot of day left today. and i still have my agency. so it's time to get positive... especially about the things i cannot change. and i feel empowered just saying that. i often think that my agency has to do with the big stuff-- you know, who i marry, where i live-- but the most finite decisions are just as equally important (if not more so) as the big ones... and probably have a more profound effect on my growth than the bigger ones. how one chooses to look at a situation, react to a negative moment or deal with someone who is less than fun to deal with has a lot to do with the bigger choices we make than we'd like to think.

and the greatest thing about relying on the Atonement to heal, comfort and give understanding... is that the choice to be happy feels less like a choice and more like every day thinking. and when i can get myself to that point on a consistent basis i truly believe that those bigger choices will become easier to make.

so i think for the rest of the day i am going to put stevie wonder on and BLAST positivity throughout my car; laughing at the stupid drivers and pedestrians and choosing to enjoy driving in the rain.

gonna be a good day!

AND THAT MAKES 11


11 what?

11 new ways to cover a cough in the middle of church?

11 the number of years jamie will be in january?

11 purple spotted dinosaurs?

11 new guys that asked for my phone number this past week?

11 sugar cookies downed in two days?

11 times i have to tell russell to stop chewing on his sleeve in a 20 minute period?

11 the month of november?


ACTUALLY... yes to some, no to most and really what i am referring to...

11 will be the number of grandkids in my family after JULY of 2007!!!

i got a call last night from my sister whitney who found out yesterday morning that she is expecting their second little tot in the coming summer. i couldn't be more excited and thrilled for them.

CONGRATS SIVILL FAMILY! I LOVE YOU!

ONE OF THESE DAYS...


0 i will move out of this ugly house and say goodbye to the mold, moths and rotting wood

0 i will realize that eating healthy is the better option and start eating that way

0 i will not get poopy at the entire world when i don't feel well

0 i will get to bed at 10 every night

0 i will drive a car that doesn't say "listen and win me" on the hood and where passengers in the back seat don't walk away with a bruised bottom

0 i will care more about helping others than what i wear today

0 i will have more moola saved in my bank account

0 with that more moola, i will travel to places i've always wanted to see

0 i will jump from a plane and see the world from a whole new view

0 i will finally get back to CA and go to disneyland again and see my california babies

0 i will clean my room and keep it clean for longer than a week

0 i will finally start on my family history

0 i will get rid of the junk in my lungs and stop hacking like a little old man with emphysema

0 i will learn how to scuba dive

0 i will start on my big project due in class in a week

0 i will finish cleaning the big mess i made in the kitchen after making cookies instead of playing on the computer

0 i will decide to be positive about certain things in my life that make me feel like being negative

I WILL STOP TALKING ABOUT ALL OF THIS STUFF AND JUST DO IT!

MORE STINKIN CUTE PICS OF MY BABIES!!!

need to squish your cheeks!

look at what good big brothers

byu babe!

i freaking want to kiss your face off!

TO CARLA



there's a comforting thought at the close of the day
when i'm lonely, weary and sad
that sort of grips hold of my crusty old heart
and bids it be merry and glad
it gets in my soul and drives out the blues
and finally thrills me through and through
it's just a sweet memory that chants the refrain:
"i'm glad i touched shoulders with you!"

did you know you were brave, did you know you were strong?
did you know there was one leaning hard?
did you know that i waited and listened and prayed
and was cheered by your simplest word?
did you know that i longed for that smile on your face,
for the sound of your voice ringing true?
did you know i grew stronger and better because
i had merely touched shoulders with you?

i am glad that i live, that i battle and strive
for the place that i know i must fill
i am thankful for sorrows i'll meet with a grin
what fortune may come, good or ill
i may not have wealth; i may not be great
but i know i shall always be true
for i have in my life the courage you gave
when once i touched shoulders with you.

-author unknown


today i will say goodbye to carla. my dear, sweet friend who suffers from illness and is no longer able to be my next-door neighbor and piano teacher. my heart is heavy and i almost don't dare to walk the few feet to her front door and enter an empty house to say a goodbye. i have been blessed with the opportunity to get to know this talented and sweet woman... this summer was fun to spend time giggling and cheering as i attempted to learn all the songs in the PIANO I songbook! our conversations about therapy and God were good too. i will pray for our paths to meet again.

LIAR, LIAR PANTS ON FIRE


have you ever lost the trust of a good friend? or caught them in a lie, or heard them lying to someone else and then lost your trust of them? or evading the truth... that's not LYING to someone, just not giving ALL of the details. and really, how can that POSSIBLY hurt someone? how can that affect someone to point that they won't trust me anymore? they're just little white lies after all!!!

why do we lie... or keep things from others? are we truly protecting them... or is it a selfish act because WE don't want to be uncomfortable in telling them the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth?

okay, so you don't lie about the big things. you're not about to tell people that you have a million dollars in your bank account, or that you won the olympic gold medal in curling... but what about the small white lies like telling someone their make-up looks good when in reality they put too much foundation on that morning and now look like an oompa-loompa? what about if you are running late and you call the person to tell them and instead of saying you were being lazy and didn't get out of bed you tell them that traffic is really bad?

are these kinds of lies okay... because in reality, the lie doesn't really matter if it's as small as just not telling your father that you were out with "that boy" and instead tell him you were out with friends. are those lies only bad when you get caught doing it?

upon further inspection of myself, i believe that i have too often dabbled in "little white lie world" and just recently, "catching" a few of my friends in the same act has allowed me to see the harm and malice in a simple old "pieux mensonge."

we are not bad people. heavens, typically our motivation or impetus for such "little lies" is we are desperate not to hurt the people we care most about. we are trying to protect them from information or a situation that would be painful... so best to just sweep it under the carpet and not say a word. but truly, what could that do to a friendship that is so super important to me if they found out that i didn't say something to them or if i only told them "half-truths." am i worthy of trust, then? i would hate to think that i have friends out there that don't trust me very easily.

take jamie (the 10 year old) for example:

every time we play a board game, we are all on SUPER alert for any of his attempts to cheat.. sneaking extra money, going too many spaces on the board to aviod being sent to jail, your typical tricks to WIN and be the BEST! (we've all done it). but then, along comes the situation where he really didn't cheat... it just looked like it... then what?

i've tried to explain to him several times that it's because we've lost our trust in him. if he hadn't attempted to cheat SO MANY TIMES before, it would be so much easier to believe that he is honest-engine.

so what about me? am i honest engine... or do people have to watch my every move because they are afraid i'm taking one too many steps to avoid "going straight to jail without passing GO and without collecting $200."

recently in GENERAL CONFERENCE, bishop edgely gave a talk on this very topic and it's something i have been pondering all day. go HERE to read it... TRUST ME (pun intended) you will benefit from it's message.

well kids... i'm still learning. hopefully there won't be many more incidents where i will see the ugly affects of "little white lie world."

by the way: YOU LOOK GREAT TODAY! I PROMISE!

hey guys, i'm ready for the sleepover!

it's good to be king

druk with happiness!

cutest couple award

salsa dancin' in the street with richard

bein' a cowboy's never been so hot!

this here's where we done stashed the gold!

A ROOTIN' TOOTIN' GOOD TIME IN SALEM

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a chance meeting with austin baby!