One day I'll grow up...I'm sure of it.

Last Sunday, after family dinner, my brother and I started to braid my mom's hair, which was then followed by Cody and I seeking out some "hair dye". After braiding our mom's hair, we moved onto Dad. He was a good sport through the whole thing, although I am not sure if he was aware that we were putting actual colors into his hair, as opposed to just gel. We tried to create a mohawk effect, but my Dad is in his fifties, and well, there wasn't much to work with.

Dad, gettin his hair did.

A few weeks ago my brother said something to the effect of, "Holly and I are so close because we are on the same level". And, while I appreciate the fact that he see's us as close, he's 12. I'm 24. I don't really see myself as having the same mentality as a 12 year old, but I guess I do. I'm grateful that some people never grow up. Apparently, I'm one of them.

True Life: I'm in a Gang

It's a Posse, actually. I have been in Alaska for almost two years and I finally have some consistent friends (like, actual friends) aside from my family of course! I also have Laurel, but she's been married for over a year now! I had just succumbed to the fact that there were absolutely NO girls in Wasilla, Anchorage, or Alaska, like me. But, turns out, there are! Adi Mae, Blair, and Maud. Hilarious girls. Girls I can laugh with. Girls that my stomach hurts with (from laughing). I love it.
Also, Adi has been super motivating in getting back to the gym. I am running a 12k in May and had done nothing to train for it! The last 2 weeks have been great, as far as the gym goes. I really love working out, and I really love, love, running. When I stop working out I forget just how much I enjoy it. I am recommitted!!
I am contemplating what our gang colors should be. I look good in Pink, but I look good in red too. But they don't look good together. Quite the conundrum.