things that remind me of things.

Sometimes I think. Not alot, not to the point of being damaged at all, but I do think. I think about people I love, and people I strongly dislike. I think of sounds, smells, tastes, and how these things make me feel.

When I hear the song "I Say a Little Prayer for You" I think of my sister, Jessica.

The song "Brothers of the Highway" makes me think of my Dad. He may not like it, but it really is a great description of the true American truck driver :)

The Smell of Sandalwood makes me think of my Aunt Glenda.

The color, Chocolate Brown makes me think of my Mom. Every time I see it.

When I smell bubble gum, my little sister, Lydia pops into my head.

The scent of Pumpkin candles, no matter what time of year it is, make me think of my sister, Bethany.

When I see sketchy, artsy comics I think of my favorite little brother, Jesse. I also think of him whenever I see tall boys on campus talking very fast about something that he finds ridiculously interesting...even when no else does. *note this HAS happened more than once.

When I smell baking cookies or hear yelps of pain, my brain jumps to my sister, Kimberly.

When I snort when I laugh I think of my Aunt Peggy. (Shout out to the only who reads my blog!!)

When I hear the word catfish I think, Joe Baxter.

When someone says "hurricane" my brain goes to Daniel Inman.

When I see "pretty boys" on campus I think of my friend, Bekah.

When I hear people talk about, or I see, or I read "Where the Wild Things Are" I think of my nephew, Isaac.

When I hear the word "cute" I think of my niece, Savannah. Not because she is cute (I won't lie, she is!!), but because she makes that word sound AWESOME.

When I hear any Bill Gather music I think of my Grandaddy and Grandmomma, that is why I like Bill Gather. Don't judge me.

When I see dirt roads and big trees, I see blissful happiness.

When I think Christmas (after thinking of Baby Jesus), I think of Mamaw and Papaw.

When I see people who are so immersed in a certain "style" (i.e. Hippy, Indie, Gangster, punk, emo, etc...), the word "fake" pops into my brain. No matter how legitimate that person may be.

The smell of Earl Gray tea makes me think of books and cold weather.

The smell of Burkes Outlet makes me think of attics, and I like that.

When I hear, see, smell, feel these things I tell the truth about think about these people or things every time. I can rarely encounter something without it making me think of something else.

And to my Mom: I know I drive you crazy. I know I have caused a large percentage of the grey hair that you have me pull out ;) but I also know that you love me, and everyone of your children. I have no idea how you had six kids and then home schooled them; and can still form understandable sentences most days!! I think that you are the greatest mom. The end. I am sorry when I yell, and go nuts on you. I hope that this year brings you more happiness than any years that have been before. I love you...Happy Birthday!

(wow that was cheesy, but I meant every word.)