I wanna know your name I wanna know everything I wanna what ya like I wanna know what you’re all about I wanna know what makes you laugh i feel the same as the dude (whoever he is…  let me say it for you, “louissa, you’re a dork”) who sang this.  and that’s why you should… Continue reading i wanna know…

so all of you, who swear by doc martens, take this.  i decided to play tourist today and planned on being out for quite awhile (with my docs on my feet).  i walked into the center of town (half hour walk) because the bus stop near here picks up at the beginning of the day… Continue reading in germany

i’ve been here for seven hours already and have slept for most of it.  i’m exhausted and didn’t really sleep on any of my flights. i’m staying at a families home, here in Friedrichshafen (easy access to the web for the time being) and they have been perfectly lovely.  the youngest, a nine-year-old little boy… Continue reading here

i think i’ll steal a line from a good friend: i didn’t think it would be this hard. and i feel rather lame because of that. most people leave. most people go away from family and friends at some point. most people go to school (and for longer than this!). but i’ve never heard of… Continue reading there she goes

tired of seeing pictures like this one? too bad. life doesn’t always go your way, don’t you know that? saying goodbye is not very much fun, but it can be rather entertaining. especially when your friend has to bend over to give you a hug (and then of course your sister is right there and… Continue reading pix (i spell it that way ’cause i’m so cool)

pictures of our now-named-boy (it was officially decided this afternoon) can be found here. Ryan Jameson (we’ll call him, Jameson — which is pronounced, JamIson, not just James-son) is home with a happy daddy and mamma and nana. – – – – – – – – tonight my arms couldn’t be raised high enough. my… Continue reading …

so i’m an aunt. again. he’s a big boy with brown hair and the most dunphey looking face ever (he’s just missing the glasses). he’s loud and his upper lip quivers when he cries and he didn’t like the ridiculous eye drops they must use on these newborns now. he’s perfect and i can’t be… Continue reading baby

“Once upon a time, on the north shore of Long Island, not far from New York, there was a very, very large mansion, almost a castle. And on this very large estate lived a small girl. And life was pleasant there and very, very simple. But, then one day, the girl grew up and went… Continue reading Paris is always a good idea

– spending an hour at my bank and walking away with my own “real grown-up account.” i figured my savings account, which only my father can withdraw from (no, he’s not a control freak), wouldn’t be very convenient because of the distance between us, so now i have a debit card, a credit card, and… Continue reading lovely things i’m thankful for…

one week. or seven days. either way, it’s a short amount of time before i step onto a plane and fly away. is it okay that i’m a tad bit scared? oh, i’m excited and am so happy about being in germany for six months, but a little nervous at the same time. wanna come?… Continue reading …