Hey Mom!

Some of you I saw in Sunday School, some of you I babysat and some of you were my campers at camp.  This is for all of you. To My Girls, First of all, I want to thank you.  You taught me so many things (like patience, some of you were really good at teaching patience), I still have every letter, every drawing, every craft you were gracious enough to bestow upon me.  These are treasures, not unlike yourselves. I want you to know I think about you often.  You are all on my heart.  This year more than ever as I have realized some of you are in high school now! I am so proud of you guys! Some of you are athletes, some of you are musicians or artists.  No matter what your passions are; seeing you fuel your talents and callings is amazing. I've also seen that some of you are struggling.  Some of you have been faced with all the unfairness life can throw at you.  This makes my heart break for two reasons: 1. I can never fully understand what you are going through and that mak

Dear Epson Printer, You're the worst.  I've given this relationship everything I have but I'm tired.  Tired of doing the little things like replacing your ink cartridges and making sure you have any size and density paper you could ask for. Until today that has all been worth it.  All the fighting and paper jams and ridiculously expensive ink, I was happy to work things out. Until today.  Today I realized that the problem wasn't the ink.  You had plenty of ink.  You are a greedy and ungrateful printer,. I have needs.  And today I paid 11 cents to have those needs met by communal printer at the library.   You could've been my one and only Epson Printer... I would've been faithful to you until the ends of the earth. I will not cry any more tears because of you Epson Printer.  I've had enough yesterdays and given up too many tomorrows.  We're done. Sincerely, Mackenzie T Judd

Hey Mom! So if you've never had the pleasure of sweating through a pair of jeans and a hoodie boy do I have an anecdote for you! After I returned from beautiful, warm Cuba.  I got a beautiful warm flu (I even got projectile vomit and diarrhea! Yay for dehydration).  So like the mentally tough person I am, I laid in bed and cried and wheezed. On Tuesday I wrote my MCAT and headed for Lethbridge so I could go to class all evening. So I walked in to my first class and someone sits beside me and starts asking how my day is and if I like this class, and just generally being a good human being.  Meanwhile, I can't breathe and my nose is oozing and my intestines feel like someone is trying to twist them int0 balloon animals. Class starts. Class finishes.  My fever sweat has soaked through all my clothes and when I stand up to push my chair in.... full body sweat print.  So at this point I realize I have to follow gym protocol and wipe this chair down... except I've got n