New Blog

So, my fellow bloggers, I have officially created a new blog. You can locate it at the at... http://www.lexyyslife.blogspot.com/  click that link, and follow please. (:

Thank you!

Conclusion

My blog is coming to an end. I loved sharing my family with you. I enjoyed blogging, even though I thought I wouldn't. Thanks Mrs. Flurry! Anywho, I learned a lot about my classmates and and I loved blogging. I loved it so much, that I actually had to beg my mom to order me a new computer charger. My sister broke mine over the summer, and I couldnt wait to keep posting. So my computer is in full swing again, and I'm happy.

This blog may be coming to an end, but I promise you, that I will have more. Thank you Writer's Workshop for introducing to the world of blogging. I honestly, thought bogging was lame, but now I see I was wrong. So I say goodbye as I end this blog. I love my family and I hope you doo too, now.

Angel

Angel is my best friend. To me, friends count as family. I've been friends with Angel since I moved to Kansas my freshman year. I cant honestly say that Angel and I have never fought. I love this girl like a sister. She's always there for me, and I can tell her anything. Every year, we have at least one class together. Freshman year, it was gym. Last year, it was Journalism and this year, its Enviromental Ed.

The thing is, with Angel, I can never get anything done. In gym, we'd start randomly singing and get in trouble with Ms. Sisk. In Journalism, we'd take pictures, instead of typing a paper. And In Enviromental Ed, we're too busy playing with the animals and talking to do our research. Even at my birthday party I was having a hard time focusing on my presents waiting to be opened, because I was too busy talking to Angel. I also took Angel to her first concert. Taylor Swift. It was super fun, and she was super excited that I invited her to go with my mom and I. All in all, I couldn't ask for a better best friend.

Michael

Michael is my mom's boyfriend and I love him to death. He was there for my mom, my brother and I when my stepdad died, and has been there for us ever since. He treats me like his own kid, and if I have no one to talk too, I know I can talk to him. He always has something to say, and we both make fun of my mom together.

We went to the Cheifs game together, and I thought I was gonna hate it. We actually had a lot of fun, and we ended up getting lost in the parking lot for about an hour trying to find our car. We were also sitting next to this guy who just kept yelling extremely loud. It was so loud it was vibrating our seats. My brother got to take a picture with one the cheerleaders and he was really nervous and shy about it.

Mom

My mom's name is Christie. She truely is the best mom in the world. She had me when she was 18, and I think that's why we're so close. We've been through hell and back together and I admire her for being so strong through everything. She was adopted, and was raised in San Fransico, California. Everyday she writes down something that she's thankful for.

My mom and I can act completely silly together, and I can tell her everything and she really listens. I think the thing that I love the most about her is that she actually wants to know how school is going for me, and how my social life is. I can walk into stores with her and try on silly hats or clothes with her, something that I do with my friends, and have a blast. I can honestly say that my mother is my hero. I couldnt ask for a better mom.

Izzy

Izzy may not be a human, but she is still a family member. Izzy is my dog. She's a 9 month old Mini Australian Shepherd and I got her as a gift from my mom's boyfriend on Father's Day. She's a total spaz, and my daily routine consists of her waking me up by jumping on my bed, and sniff-licking my ear. I'm also greeted by her when I return home from school everyday. The thing I love the most about Izzy, is that she's extremely unique. She does odd things and I love it. She likes to sit in the fridge when someone opens it, like this:

One day, I was home alone, and I was watching T.V. Izzy was running around somewhere in the house unsupervised, which is never a good thing. I got off the couch and called her name expecting her to come to me, but she didn't. I searched the whole house and she was no where to be found. Usually if she is sleeping, she wont answer to your calls and just ignore you. So, I checked the usual spots: under the couch, under the beds, in her cage. She was no where. I don't know why, and I don't know what made me look, but I looked in the bathroom and found her fast asleep in the bathtub. I looked at her, and said "Izzy, what are you doing?" and she gave me this look:

Taylor

Taylor is my half sister. We have the same dad, but different moms. She's 16, just like me, but she is 5 months younger. (Hooray for being the oldest!) I met her when I was 2, and ever since then we've been super close. She lives in Louisiana with her mom, so I don't see her that much. Everyone mistakes my sister for being the "quiet one" in the family. Not at all.

I remember one night when we had nothing to do. She came up with the bright idea of doing each other's hair. As I criss cross on the floor in front of her, she began hairspraying, brushing, and bobby pinning my hair. My head became numb after 30 minutes of her doing all of the above. Finally, she was done. I looked in the mirror and saw how big she had made my hair. It was worse than Snooki from Jersey Shore. I began her hair, and I dug the bobby pins in her head, and brushed her hair roughly. Just to let her know I was working hard on making her look like another Jersey Shore character. When I was all finished, she laughed so hard, that she woke up our parents. My dad was less than thrilled to be woken up at 2 in the morning when he had work the next day. It is a memory that will forever be in my mind and will always make me smile.