Lately I have been trying to just write less on my blog, but after noticing from watching other people look at my blog, they are either Brittany readers, Brittany picture lookeraters, or just Brittany once a month brief make sure im still alivers.
So I am going to write, because I struggle with my journal. Heck I rarely write in it anymore. What am I supposed to say. Today I went to class, then to work. I ate a salad. But just a few key things that stick out in my mind.
Landon.
Now he doesnt read my blog ever, so I can say whatever I want about him on here. First off, he gives me rides to class. Then he picks me up. Then he makes me food when I get home from work, or school. He always comes up in my room and checks on me to make sure I am doing okay, am happy, had a good day, and he even tells me to tell him about it. He never talks about his day..not really like I talk about my day.
I also like the fact that he does all the things I don't like to do. Fill up my car with gas..I dont know why that bugs me so bad, but its so .... uhg. I dont know. Probably my least favorite thing to do lately. He is just a treat. Anyway back to the horses. He likes horses, and so do I, but he absorbs himself with them when he gets home. And I like that he does that. Dedicated.
So we went on this fun little, freezing, horse ride. I wore my Huancayo, Peru gloves. I knew those were an awesome purchase. Sorry I should have put on my Peru beanie, but it was in Provo, not Standrod.
He is just the epitome of wonderful. His hat, he just decided he liked it and bought it. Random.
As I was riding, I took a few pictures. Please do not judge the quality, the crookedness, or the image itself. Just look at these with open perspective.
(get it...? ha, if you didn't...go back to health class. And if you didn't get that joke...you don't know Lancy Lou)
1 comment:
I am an all over Brittany fan, I love the pictures and the words and you. I also love your house...if you ever sell it, I'll buy it.
My word verification is shwor...I think your blog is trying to tell me I stink.
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