random.

remember my kitty that couldn't walk? check this out!! she'll do anything for tuna fish. its kinda gross to be honest. but hey, she's walking and thats all that matters. even if she looks a lot like a kangaroo walking. its cute.

a little catch up on the somewhat excited and very dull life of vanessa redd.



i started working for my dad at REDD Engineering & Construction. i used to hate this job, but i LOVE it now!! haha, its so much fun hanging out with the people there. though the closest person to my age is allison. and she's like 26. but thats okay. already i've worked 31 hours, i'm going to put in a little more tonight. and if i work a normal day tomorrow... yup. that adds up to overtime. i've been hanging out with a very strange array of people, and having the time of my life dating new guys. in all honesty, i've had boyfriends for the past year and a half, one for 3 months, right into a 7 month relationship that lead into a 6 month relationship, i LOVE being single! i never thought i could say that honestly. honestly! and even though i miss the big NC, i love utah. its so good to be home, i was talking to marissa yesterday. true friends are hard to come by, and i'm so blessed to have such wonderful friends. and family members. i'm in a singles ward, but went to the home stake's singles ward... i believe i'm in the wrong ward. life is good. 8]

fear.

after surviving a crash like this, there are a few things that scare me about driving.

one: darkness. i can't drive at night without totally freaking myself out.
two: freeways. i start shaking everytime i drive on the freeway, not because of speed. i can go fast on regular road. its just the freeway that scares me.
three: semi trucks and other cars. whenever another car comes up too fast, i about pee myself. then the road rage gets the better of me.
four: all of them combined. worst case scenerio.

tonight, while driving home with olivia and whittles. a FEDEX truck came flying onto the freeway from I 215, the entrance right before 2600 south exit. oh i thought i was going to die. i ended up freaking olivia out, who then switched lanes without looking behind her. luckily no one was there. ugh. i hate driving.

welcome home.

though this looks like a normal kitty napping, this is grace slick. on sunday night she was trapped somehow in our garage door and cut off the circulation to her legs, leaving her with absolutely no control over her hind legs and her blatter. after a couple of hundred bucks, some sweet steriods, and a sleep over at the vet, gracie now has complete control over her blatter and is slowly regaining her legs back. she is frustrated at her lack of ablities that keep her from catching birds out of flight (which she did twice the day of the accident) but appears to be determined to make a full and complete recovery. she's quite the cuddle bug now, and has taken a couple of baby steps with her back legs. we're all so excited about her progress!



even though i was absent for a little over two months, paige's love for me hasn't dimmed. if anything. she loves me more. i missed this kid so much, and loved the messages i got almost weekly from her.

a little tennessee; and the start of new york.

front row: gigi, eva.
back row: emily, oliver, vanessa, shane, maura-lee, anna, ryan.


church, new york syle.


my new york boyfriend, and his other girlfriend.
meet pete. he's the saint that saved our butts on our last day in the big apple.
he got us seated in 10 minutes, when the wait was 30. and he hooked me up with amazing new york cheesecake for my birthday. love this guy.


politzer and hurst, they think we're nothin'. are we nothin'?
NO!!


me and em.

nightmares 16 and 17.

hahaha, i honestly dont know what my mind is smoking.
and i honestly dont know if i've had sixteen or seventeen nightmares out here, but it sure feels like it. and since i have nothing else to talk about, you guys can read all about my nightly dreams.

nightmare number 16.
a certain somebody, i'm not naming any names anymore, got mad at me for having a breakdown. which i seem to only have break downs around this person, but anyways. he gets mad at me, and tried to kill me!! in a very horrible way. luckily i woke myself up before the act could really happen. oh but it was about to.

nightmare number 17.
the certain somebody from nightmare number 16, who recently broke off a very serious relationship with me (it has to do with the dream, or else i wouldn't bring it up), dumped me for my best friend. the nerve of my dream friends!!

oh well, maybe they'll stop when i get home. who knows?

these is my words.

"one thing i know," whispered Savannah, "is that if he was quiet, and you were quiet, and neither of you minded, then you are in love."

"what? i've never heard of such a thing," i said. "why should being quiet mean you're in love?"

"because," she said. "that means you aren't nervous with each other, or affected, or likely to be hiding intentions behind too much conversation. a friendly silence can speak between two who will walk together a long way," she said.



well, he shocked me good, for he threw down his hat and said, "damnation, Sarah, you can take the starch right out of a man. what is it you want? what will it take to make you want to marry me?"

and so i turned around and smiled a tiny smile. "that," i said, "was the right question." then suddenly i couldn't believe what was coming out of my mouth, as if i had practiced a speech, but i hadn't at all. "all it will take, Jack Elliot, is for you to swear that you hold no secret longings for some other woman, and that when you say you love me, you mean it."

the dreaded 1st.

i promise i'll end this on a happy note.

i hate the first of months. i just can't find anything good about them. first, it has a funny sound to it... fuuurrrrrsssttttttt.. i dunno. secondly, it brings new expectations that has to be kept up. the whole april showers bring may flowers. what if it doesn't shower in april so will there be no flowers in may? who knows. then there is the whole april fools day that i look forward to every year but can't get a good april's fool in and it sucks. finally, i always seem to get dumped on the first. call me crazy, but i just can't find anything good in the first of new months.

now, a picture of rocko. i love this guy.