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a sunny day calls for a sweet ride

so down where my casa is, it feels like Africa  the weather has shot up insanely these past days and all I want to do is stick my head in the freezer and stay there all day  I shouldn't be complaining since well I live in southern orange country... BUT for me its hot hot hot soo with the sun out and a full day of play Olivia and I took a ride down to the beach with our cruisers 

what a bummer cause summer is a'over

end to a sweet summer

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so I have basically been a ghost to my dear blog  these past couple weeks I had taken a fat leave of absence from blogging (sorry y'all). mostly because i was busy and partly because who reads blogs in the summer anyways!? answer:  i do. this past summer has been non-stop fun.  this summer has been so so so great t o me. like, mind-boggling type fun. Heres a recap in a nutshell, little brothers birthday, adventure days with mitch, beach house with the family, lake day with the buds, Trey is a year old!!! and just fun fun fun  then the Costa Rica trip which posted here was absolutely incredible then something happen.... school started this last Monday and you would think I was be ranting on about how "schools such a drag, I don't wanna be here, I just wanna be at the beach all day" but I am not (surprised?) first off my school usually has a bad rep, well as when I was in high school and you said you were going to Saddleback Community College, all the ki

guess who is BACK! Costa Rica 2013

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yes I am home from the wonderful Costa Rica   I left a part of my heart there and wish I could go back I wish I could explain into words how incredible the trip was  in a nutshell: my trip was a time to continue my strive to be a faithful servant of God out with other brothers and sisters in Christ in Costa Rica. Being able to serve Him and be an image of Him to others is what the team and I prayed we could do. We were there to help build and paint a camp and also to run a children's camp. The kids that came to our camp were from what is called a squatter village, there are about 400 children that live within the walls of this place and experience things that no children should. Most of these kids come from nothing, some no parents or homes. To be able to take these kids for the day and just let them be kids was the best thing I could ever ask for. Since my Spanish was pretty poor when I first got there I was terrified I wouldn't be able to play with the kids, but one