Happy Finals Week! (& Happy 2nd Birthday Blog!)

Playing my ukulele. Practice makes perfect, right?

Just a few little updates because I have some cute pictures to share! It's finals week here at UNF, so I've been swamped with studying and essay writing (and of course procrastinating!). Two weekends ago was Thanksgiving. Meaning!! It's kind of like.. the bloggy's Second Birthday! EEK! I've had it for two years now and well, fifty three posts later I couldn't be more proud. 6,000+ page views still blows my mind, so thank you very much to anyone who has taken the time to read and enjoy it as much as I enjoy writing it! I adore you all!

Now onto some more pictures to tide you over until I get the chance to post what I'm really excited about- Christmas decorations and my Book Mine finds! But alas! those are for another day...

We decorated our family Christmas tree in Melbourne. All of the personal ornaments are my favorite. Look at this one of little me! Too cute, right?

Mmmmm. Taylor took me on a retro date to Johhny Angel's, a Fifties themed delicious restaurant here in Jacksonville. I was SO full after my burger, chili cheese fries, and chocolate milkshake, but I cannot wait to go back. YUM.

And finally, me nerding out in my Sailor Moon shirt, in the biggest book store I've ever set foot in. Chamblin's Book Mine is well, a MINE of BOOKS. Over 2million at the location we were at!! I unearthed some truly amazing items which I'll share in my next post. Hint: They're both over 100 years old!

Now back to ukulele playing.. I mean studying. One final down as of this morning. One and a half papers and one final to go! Good luck to anyone else cramming and Happy It's-Okay-To-Be-Excited-About-Christmastime-Now-Time! XO, Skye.

Happy Birthday To Youuuuu!

Happy Birthday, Cory!

   My Baby Brother turned 16 today. I wish I could sit here and tell you a sob story about how we were the perfect siblings and always played well together, but that wasn't always the case. Cory and I, we used to fight like cats and dogs. I'm talking hair pulling, punching, kicking, the whole nine yards. It was always slightly comical though, because for years I was bigger than he was and could beat him up. Then all of a sudden one day, he had a growth spurt. Now, my little "baby" brother isn't such a baby anymore. The picture is almost a year old now, and since then he's probably grown another three or four inches. It was then that I realized he could beat ME up now!

  Even though we did bicker a lot when we were younger, we quickly went right back to being best friends. Some of my best memories involve Cory.

SUCH AS: playing in cardboard boxes (minus the head injuries); straightening his bangs for him; beating up a much larger boy (more about that story later possibly) because he was threatening Cory; staying up late at night Christmas Eve telling him "No Cory, Santa is totally real" so he would still believe; trying to calm him down when he was drugged up on anesthesia and screaming profanities at the top of his lungs; riding the bus with him and trying to run to catch up to him when he'd yell at me for almost making him late; telling him stories about fairies that live in the air conditioner; snow boarding on the hill in our backyard and exploring in NY; falling into a stream while exploring in NY; stealing Ice Bat back and forth; "dancing" with him when we'd kick each other; playing on the dirt piles when the new houses in our neighborhood were being built; Puffy Stew; Cory asking me for fashion advice "Does this match?"; having his nose almost cut off, breaking his arm Pogo-sticking off a skateboard ramp, head injuries in a box, and always being there to make him better and pretend to be the Mommy. 

  I love my brother, and I'm so proud of him. He's a genius when it comes to building things and fixing things. He knows everything about military planes and loves to watch Spongebob and SouthPark with me. He's goofy and knows how to make me laugh when I need it, and he always tells me like it is. I hope he had a great birthday today. [: XOXO!