**Update.... because I know you're at the edge of your seat in anticipation for the next post.... this isn't it.

I'm sleepy. I've been an emotional wreck since last Friday. I'll try to write later tonight. Suggestions for topics, or questions you might have for me can be left in the comment box below. Peace, love, and bacon. Hm? Bacon. Where?

We are family! I got all my sisters with me! (And my brother!)

What a cutie-pie I was...and so refined!

     So, I was on the phone with my sister, Marissa, and she said, "Are you posting another blog tonight?" "Yes," I replied. "Well will you talk about me?" "Haha sure, I can do that." "Good. I think you should." Duly noted, dear sister. SO. This post I'm gonna talk about corn chips!

These are a few of my favorite things... and you can bet it doesn't include girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes...

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"The HIIILLS are aliiiive with the sound of..." me. BOOM! So, technically this is the second post in one day... since, ya know, I wrote the first one at 5 this morning. Oh well! This will just make your day twice as nice. And by "nice," I mean awesome. Of course, you probably already knew that. Alright! Let's get down to it. Post numero dos will consist of a few of my favorite things - none of which consist of whiskers on kittens or brown paper packages. For one, I'm allergic to cats and have a vendetta against them for trying to assassinate my mother (uh, weren't you paying attention in the first post? Sheesh!) And as for the brown paper packages... Those are usually carrying bombs (C4 + Brown Paper Packages  = Boom Town) Fasten your seatbelts, y'all. We're embarking on an adventure...Well... not really. You're going to read this and hopefully chuckle to yourself, "That Samantha. What a silly goose. I wish I were more like her... So smart and funny..." Ahem, let's get to it, shall we?

You think you know, but you have no idea... True Life: I'm Awesome

So this is me... You ready?

     So, I was up at midnight, and had this absolutely annoying pull to write something. I pulled a piece of paper from my notepad and started scribbling some nonsense about things I needed to get done (I say nonsense, because these things won't get done. For example: Bathe the dog, Iron Jonothan's shirts, Vacuum... yea, right.) Then, when that didn't satisfy the itch, I started doodling. Sam loves Jonothan. Samantha Ann. Jonothan Lee. Jonboy. Samantha. Sam. S.A.J. Samantha Samantha SAMANTHA... You may call me conceited. I say I have an awesome name, and you can suck noogies (what are noogies?) Alas, my schoolgirl doodles circa 1999 (I <3 Backstreet Boys. Mrs Brian Littrell -- Nick Carter can suck it) were no match for the burning need to actually write... to type... oh, heavens no... TO BLOG. So here we are. Blogging, again.