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SATURDAY Around midnight my momma, little brother, little sister and my mom's lovely friend, Margo arrived at my door! I didn't get any pictures of their arrival but it was wonderful! They brought me a new car with them, yay! It was a packed night that night...Lisa, my momma, Caleb, Hannah, Margo and I all under the same roof. The next morning we drove to the beach and it was so beautiful and such amazing waves that we just ran straight out into the freezing ocean and jumped the waves. I took everyone home and I took Lisa to the airport and we said our goodbyes.  SUNDAY Following church we jotted down to Santa Monica Pier. I don't know if I have told you this before or not, but whenever I have an opportunity to take a pictures in a photobooth, I have to take it. I love it, I have quite the collection of them. I will have to share them with you sometime. So naturally when we saw the ...

Sure you have to search for parking, you have to deal with smog and pricey housing, but you have to admit, nothing beats the beach and such wonderful weather! Sheesh. I am one lucky girl. A day at the beach is just what the doctor ordered after a stressful car ordeal on Thursday. Pretty much a great lazy day at the beach full of snacks, music, friends, sports, and daring ourselves to touch the frigid waters of the ocean. Its okay to be jealous, I understand. ;) PS A reader of my blog sent me a wonderful gift through the mail the other day (granted, it is my cousin but I sound cooler when I say it like that). She saw that I had mentioned back/shoulder pains and sent me magnetic therapy jewelry...so fingers crossed, I'll see some improvements! I'll keep you posted on that front. Thanks Cindy!

Though I thoroughly washed my hair this morning, it still smells like smoke and my boogers are all ashy  (sorry about that, tmi) because we had our Chi Alpha beach bonfire. We had several new international students join us and we had the privilege to introduce them to roasting hot dogs and the art of making s'mores. (I am not a s'mores artisan as some of my friends are, I am more of a "catch-the-marshmallows-on-fire" kind of gal, I don't have the patience for perfectly toasted marshmallows. Plus I kind of like the charred flavor...don't judge me.) We played volleyball, soccer and tossed the football around (and when I say "we played" I mean I watched them play and I merely messed around with the soccer ball trying to be cool). And of course we gathered around the fire telling stories. That's not all folks! This past quarter I connected with Joao, a Brazilian student (sadly, none of us can actually pronounce his name correctly) and Joyce, a Chi...