I miss Iain

I had to write a poem for poetry class. It was pretty awesome in some sense. If I knew where Deirdre's was, I'd post hers.
Iain left today for Spain. I'm really sad now.
I broke my phone a week ago, so don't expect me to return your phone calls if you did call me. Hot tub+Margie drowning+forgotten phone in back pocket+my awesome natural saving instincts=death to phone. But I hated it anyway, so I'm kinda happy I get a new one.
I opened a bank account today. Finally, and again. The first time they decided to just close it.
I learned my social security number today. It's... hahaha! That was a joke.
Endless Summer by Siria is totally da bomb. Techno music is, by definition, the best thing ever.
Orange, friends, is the best color ever.
I like Modest Mouse.
I'm done writing random things.
Sing, ladies. It's good for you.

Death

My Grandma, Irene Viola Bernhoft, died at 9:25 last night.
Please pray for her soul. Also pray for Grandpa Otto, because he's 92 and he's been out of his mind for a year or so now. And pray for my Dad, Uncle Frank, and Auntie Ruthie. This is going to be really hard on them all. Grandma was an amazing person, and we all loved her so much. So please pray for her.
Thank you.
Love,
Sheila

Her funeral is on Monday, so we're all flying out tomorrow for it. I've never been to the funeral of someone I really loved. I just wanted you all to know that we are sincerely grateful for all your prayers. Thank you so much, guys. I'm praying for all of you too.

Froggie went a-courting

Sheila went a-Washingtoning... or will have, by the end of July. Not sure what the exact dates are yet, but it'll probably be the 10th to the 17th of July. So that'll mean I'll be up for YFL, Emma's birthday, and probably a few other things. Rabs'll be coming with me, so get ready for some minor Bernhoft invasion.
That's about all of my life that's worth yakking about. Why is it that yak means so many things? ("Yaks Milk! If you pick the hairs out, it's really quite nutritious.") I didn't do anything fun this weekend, because all my friends and Deirdre were gone. So I just made money, chilled with Iain and Tristan, cooked, cleaned, did nothing, and messed around in the pool. Mom's friend, Christine, is coming in from England today. I think they already left to pick her up from the airport. And Deirdre and Frannie get home today, so I'll have some friends back, at least. Yay!
Well, stay cool, and no one die until (at least) the end of July. I'm such a poet.
Besame Mucho!

King snakes and death

"Sheila, is that a real snake?"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!"

What would you do if you were just sitting on your patio and a king snake basically ate you? I hate snakes. There are few things I really hate about California, but snakes, freaky insects, (especially crickets-ugh!), coyotes, and ticks are actually at the top of the list. Lots of hate in my life for those things.
My hate for them equals my love for all you.

PS. Happy 50th post!
PS2. Go onto everyone's random questions. They're pretty awesome a lot of times.