Your Dreams
Dreams ... every person has them. You can define them as those odd things you can never quite interpret while you are slowly waking up in the morning. You can define them as the goals and aspirations you have for life. Either way, they are thoughts that give you hope. You hold on to them, all your wishes, goals, and hopes are wrapped up into a little thing called a dream that puts a smile on your face or glimmer of happiness in a dark moment.
What are my dreams?
I had a hard time answering this. My goals? Finish school, find a job that I love and make an impact in, buy a house, have a family. To be a wife, a mother, a friend, an auntie (again and again), an employee, someone's hero. But I know that one day, with hard work and determination, that will all happen.
So what is my dream... I'm not sure. The only thing I could come up with is my dream to sing.
For as long as I can remember I have loved music and loved being able to sing. My first "depute" was in sixth grade at the spring ensemble in school. I presented a song to a my music teacher. She said "alright, you can sing it" ... little did anyone know, even me, I could sing.
From there I did solo's here and there. It wasn't until high school that it really took off and I started singing more and more.
At some point I started leading service at church. Karaoke night at the local bar became my favorite night.
Singing is truly my escape. When I feel like I'm failing at everything, when I have nothing to hold on to, or turn to, I grab a mic and crank a good tune. Just for a few simple moments, I am in my element. I am confident, I am shining.
So I think my dream comes in, that maybe if all else fails, my singing hobby will take off and take me places I could never imagine. If I could live everyday singing I don't think I would have a care in the world ... however, sometimes the grass isn't always greener on the other side. For the time being, I will continue to turn to singing as my escape from reality and work hard to accomplish my goals.
Tuesday, November 11, 2014
Thursday, November 6, 2014
Day 4: Your Siblings
Day Four: Your Siblings
Michael:
Michael is 14 months & 5 days younger than I am. We truly grew up together...we went through the same phases together, we met a lot of the same people, we changed together. We weren't always best friends.
I think at some point we loved each other and loved spending time together, but then Michael realize his sister was bat shit crazy and ran for the hills... We are both so different. I am loud, Michael is shy. I am dramatic, Michael is calm. I am outgoing, Michael is reserved. I tend to fight back, Michael tends to walks away. I am emotional and have no problem telling you how I feel, Michael is not emotional (for the most part) and will never tell you how he feels. We are literally polar opposites. We argue, we mostly insult each other, as young adults- we do not hang out, and usually I say or do something that annoys him beyond belief.
However, don't mess with my little bother. There have been countless times that I have heard someone talking crap about him, or heard how others have treated him. He deals with things differently than I do, clearly, but when I get wind of stuff, I want to flip a table on his behalf. No one is allowed to talk down to him, treat him bad, or make him feel uncomfortable ... except for me. It's the old cliche saying, but that's truly how it is. And even though Michael is not as open or outward about it, there have been times that he has told me "your an idiot for hanging around them" or "just walk away from them, they are not good people" ... My mother has since informed me that this is his way of sticking up for me, looking out for me. So usually when he drops little hints, I (try) to listen.
We may bicker often, but he's my brother, I am his sister. We have bound that most siblings don't. It's appears to be dysfunctional and unhealthy, but it's our bound. And I love him no matter what.
Andrea:
The baby of the family. She is three years younger than I am. We were never close growing up. For some odd reason I always have this memory of Andi in the house with my mom when we lived on Madison street. Maybe because she was still so young. And then when we moved she wasn't in school with Michael & I. Three years does not seem like that big of an age difference, but growing up, it was. We were in different phases of life. We would play together at home, but during the school year, I wash't home during the day.
It was right around the time she was in Junior High that I feel like we started spending more time together. I started driving us to school. Everyday her & I loaded up in the Yukon XL and drove the 30 minute journey up to school. Those are some of my best memories with her. Although we often got into fights or we wouldn't talk, she is not a morning person and I am not an attitude person, I still love the memories. Making fun of other people we have to encounter during the day, singing along to a favorite song, complaining about Mom yelling at us an hour earlier, talking about the happenings of school... we truly bonded.
Again, Andi and I are very different. She isn't as polar opposite as Michael is, but we are different. She is disorganized, I am organized. She is a mess, I am clean. She is always late, I am on time. She dances, I sing. She is always kind to people, even if they are annoying ... and well that's not the case for me. Often times I joke that she has her head on backwards. Our differences make us clash, but there are always those times that we look at each other, from across the room, and know that we are thinking that same exact thing. And bust out laughing.
My siblings & I have never been best friends. We look at others who are attached at the hip with their siblings and laugh. It's just not how we are. But it doesn't change that fact that we love each other. But in the our household, you don't say "I love you" ... you insult them, you throw some sarcasm out there, you do anything offensive to express your love. And if others have a problem with it ... you flip them off. :)
Michael:
Michael is 14 months & 5 days younger than I am. We truly grew up together...we went through the same phases together, we met a lot of the same people, we changed together. We weren't always best friends.
I think at some point we loved each other and loved spending time together, but then Michael realize his sister was bat shit crazy and ran for the hills... We are both so different. I am loud, Michael is shy. I am dramatic, Michael is calm. I am outgoing, Michael is reserved. I tend to fight back, Michael tends to walks away. I am emotional and have no problem telling you how I feel, Michael is not emotional (for the most part) and will never tell you how he feels. We are literally polar opposites. We argue, we mostly insult each other, as young adults- we do not hang out, and usually I say or do something that annoys him beyond belief.
However, don't mess with my little bother. There have been countless times that I have heard someone talking crap about him, or heard how others have treated him. He deals with things differently than I do, clearly, but when I get wind of stuff, I want to flip a table on his behalf. No one is allowed to talk down to him, treat him bad, or make him feel uncomfortable ... except for me. It's the old cliche saying, but that's truly how it is. And even though Michael is not as open or outward about it, there have been times that he has told me "your an idiot for hanging around them" or "just walk away from them, they are not good people" ... My mother has since informed me that this is his way of sticking up for me, looking out for me. So usually when he drops little hints, I (try) to listen.
We may bicker often, but he's my brother, I am his sister. We have bound that most siblings don't. It's appears to be dysfunctional and unhealthy, but it's our bound. And I love him no matter what.
Andrea:
The baby of the family. She is three years younger than I am. We were never close growing up. For some odd reason I always have this memory of Andi in the house with my mom when we lived on Madison street. Maybe because she was still so young. And then when we moved she wasn't in school with Michael & I. Three years does not seem like that big of an age difference, but growing up, it was. We were in different phases of life. We would play together at home, but during the school year, I wash't home during the day.
It was right around the time she was in Junior High that I feel like we started spending more time together. I started driving us to school. Everyday her & I loaded up in the Yukon XL and drove the 30 minute journey up to school. Those are some of my best memories with her. Although we often got into fights or we wouldn't talk, she is not a morning person and I am not an attitude person, I still love the memories. Making fun of other people we have to encounter during the day, singing along to a favorite song, complaining about Mom yelling at us an hour earlier, talking about the happenings of school... we truly bonded.
Again, Andi and I are very different. She isn't as polar opposite as Michael is, but we are different. She is disorganized, I am organized. She is a mess, I am clean. She is always late, I am on time. She dances, I sing. She is always kind to people, even if they are annoying ... and well that's not the case for me. Often times I joke that she has her head on backwards. Our differences make us clash, but there are always those times that we look at each other, from across the room, and know that we are thinking that same exact thing. And bust out laughing.
My siblings & I have never been best friends. We look at others who are attached at the hip with their siblings and laugh. It's just not how we are. But it doesn't change that fact that we love each other. But in the our household, you don't say "I love you" ... you insult them, you throw some sarcasm out there, you do anything offensive to express your love. And if others have a problem with it ... you flip them off. :)
Wednesday, November 5, 2014
Relationship Status: In a Relationship with ...
They say you will are only ready for a relationship when you are comfortable with yourself. God will send someone your way when you have come to terms with not needing a man, not needing to be in a relationship, being able to take care of yourself, and be okay with it. I always held onto that. I always believed that.
Last year a majority of my friends were engaged, knocked up, or in a serious relationship. It didn't sadden me in the least to be the single girl. I was enjoying my first year at a University, my first year living alone, my first year drinking- doing the party thing. It was a year of firsts for me, as the last four years have been since graduation. I truly started to feel like an adult. I was learning and changing and maturing, and like I have stated in previous posts, I wasn't ready to be in a relationship. I was too focused on me. At some point I stopped questioning why God had not led me to caring man. I truly became comfortable with that fact that I could take care of myself, enjoy my life, and function with out a man by my side. I was enjoying life.
My best friend, Abby, decided to have a BBQ in the beginning of August. Originally I was suppose to be out of town, but after a series of events, it ended up that I was not only going to be in the area, but was free to attend her BBQ. There was a large amount of people I knew and loved that were going to be attending the BBQ so I was looking forward to an afternoon and night of fun with my friends. There was a few people there that I knew of, but didn't really know. Of course once the alcohol started flowing I became more open to talking to most of them.
There was one guy there, Brandon, who was good friends with my friend, Katie. She knew him for years. I had seen him at a few mutual events but never really talked to him. This night however, we did. Even after everyone fell asleep we stayed up talking and laughing ... so much laughing.
One of the funniest stories was he owned a huge phone that we called the tablet. After a few too many shots he thought he lost his phone. I called it a few times to see if we could see it light up in the yard in the dark. Turns out it was in his pocket the entire time... more laughter. Maybe a sly move to get my number? I'll never know...
The next day I texted him to ask how he was feeling ... a little sarcasm I like to throw out there when I feel like a million bucks and I know others don't... even more laughing!
We ended up texting all day ... and the next ... and the day after that. At some point I started to get a hunch that this wasn't just friends talking to friends ... I sensed something more. But I was pretty unaware of most cues and inexperienced in the flirting field. I went to our mutual friend, Katie. I said to her ... and I quote ... "Brandon has been talking to me a lot ... what do you think that means" Katie: "It means he's lonely ... He talks to me all the time too" ... my heart sunk at the thought of me reading it wrong and possibly putting myself out there.
Katie, being the girl that she is, called Brandon one morning to question his texting with me ... and from there it became very obvious that I was right... and Katie was wrong :)
I guess the rest is "history" as they say. We continued to get to know each other. Katie was a huge supporter to the both of us.
On Wednesday, August 13th, I met him at a bar in Gilberts, where he lives. We had a few beers and just talked. On Saturday, August 16th, we attended the annual car show on the Woodstock Square with Katie, Tony, Nikki, Abby and the family. My grandparents were there and met him, not even knowing he may be more than a friend... a lot of people that I grew up with were there. I introduced I'm as "Brandon" and that was it. I think that some people caught on ... others didn't.
From that night forward I have been able to call Brandon Rapp my boyfriend. At some point I met his family, he met mine. I met his daughter. Each day we get to know each other a little bit more.
One of the things I love the most about it all, is that it is easy. There is no pressure, no need to change things, no worries. We are both accepting and understanding, and willing to learn and grow together ... but mostly, laugh. Always laugh.
There of course has been some bumps in the road, but just bumps. No hills or mountains. Just minor things that we have come to learn. And for a three month old relationship thats good. Thats what is meant to be. We don't need any big challenges right now, any big testing moments. We are having fun, enjoying each other's company, experiencing "firsts". No big choices need to be made yet, no big obstacles need to be conquered yet. We are taking each day at time.
Looking back on how it all happen, it seems so fast. So rushed. But it never felt like that. It always felt like it was in good timing. And that's what is important. Not meeting anyone else's terms or conditions for us but our own. Doing things when we feel it is right.
I am so thankful for my friends that have supported me and have given me advice when I felt completely lost in this relationship world. I am so thankful to call Brandon my boyfriend, he is an understanding, hard working, accepting, caring, giving man ... so much more then that too...
I praise God for the things going on in my life right now. I ask Him for guidance and console. I am excited for the things ahead for Brandon & I ... and I pray that no matter what happens we always just continue to laugh.
Last year a majority of my friends were engaged, knocked up, or in a serious relationship. It didn't sadden me in the least to be the single girl. I was enjoying my first year at a University, my first year living alone, my first year drinking- doing the party thing. It was a year of firsts for me, as the last four years have been since graduation. I truly started to feel like an adult. I was learning and changing and maturing, and like I have stated in previous posts, I wasn't ready to be in a relationship. I was too focused on me. At some point I stopped questioning why God had not led me to caring man. I truly became comfortable with that fact that I could take care of myself, enjoy my life, and function with out a man by my side. I was enjoying life.
My best friend, Abby, decided to have a BBQ in the beginning of August. Originally I was suppose to be out of town, but after a series of events, it ended up that I was not only going to be in the area, but was free to attend her BBQ. There was a large amount of people I knew and loved that were going to be attending the BBQ so I was looking forward to an afternoon and night of fun with my friends. There was a few people there that I knew of, but didn't really know. Of course once the alcohol started flowing I became more open to talking to most of them.
There was one guy there, Brandon, who was good friends with my friend, Katie. She knew him for years. I had seen him at a few mutual events but never really talked to him. This night however, we did. Even after everyone fell asleep we stayed up talking and laughing ... so much laughing.
One of the funniest stories was he owned a huge phone that we called the tablet. After a few too many shots he thought he lost his phone. I called it a few times to see if we could see it light up in the yard in the dark. Turns out it was in his pocket the entire time... more laughter. Maybe a sly move to get my number? I'll never know...
The next day I texted him to ask how he was feeling ... a little sarcasm I like to throw out there when I feel like a million bucks and I know others don't... even more laughing!
We ended up texting all day ... and the next ... and the day after that. At some point I started to get a hunch that this wasn't just friends talking to friends ... I sensed something more. But I was pretty unaware of most cues and inexperienced in the flirting field. I went to our mutual friend, Katie. I said to her ... and I quote ... "Brandon has been talking to me a lot ... what do you think that means" Katie: "It means he's lonely ... He talks to me all the time too" ... my heart sunk at the thought of me reading it wrong and possibly putting myself out there.
Katie, being the girl that she is, called Brandon one morning to question his texting with me ... and from there it became very obvious that I was right... and Katie was wrong :)
I guess the rest is "history" as they say. We continued to get to know each other. Katie was a huge supporter to the both of us.
On Wednesday, August 13th, I met him at a bar in Gilberts, where he lives. We had a few beers and just talked. On Saturday, August 16th, we attended the annual car show on the Woodstock Square with Katie, Tony, Nikki, Abby and the family. My grandparents were there and met him, not even knowing he may be more than a friend... a lot of people that I grew up with were there. I introduced I'm as "Brandon" and that was it. I think that some people caught on ... others didn't.
From that night forward I have been able to call Brandon Rapp my boyfriend. At some point I met his family, he met mine. I met his daughter. Each day we get to know each other a little bit more.
One of the things I love the most about it all, is that it is easy. There is no pressure, no need to change things, no worries. We are both accepting and understanding, and willing to learn and grow together ... but mostly, laugh. Always laugh.
There of course has been some bumps in the road, but just bumps. No hills or mountains. Just minor things that we have come to learn. And for a three month old relationship thats good. Thats what is meant to be. We don't need any big challenges right now, any big testing moments. We are having fun, enjoying each other's company, experiencing "firsts". No big choices need to be made yet, no big obstacles need to be conquered yet. We are taking each day at time.
Looking back on how it all happen, it seems so fast. So rushed. But it never felt like that. It always felt like it was in good timing. And that's what is important. Not meeting anyone else's terms or conditions for us but our own. Doing things when we feel it is right.
I am so thankful for my friends that have supported me and have given me advice when I felt completely lost in this relationship world. I am so thankful to call Brandon my boyfriend, he is an understanding, hard working, accepting, caring, giving man ... so much more then that too...
I praise God for the things going on in my life right now. I ask Him for guidance and console. I am excited for the things ahead for Brandon & I ... and I pray that no matter what happens we always just continue to laugh.
Tuesday, November 4, 2014
Day 3: Your Parents
Well, it's been months since my last blog. So much has changed. Clearly life got the best of me and I was distracted from writing. That's okay, though. I never intended on always writing. Sometimes I feel it, other times I do not. Thats the joy of writing, though, no pressure, no guidelines, no expectations. It's just there for when you feel the need to be wordy and expressive. It's therapeutical in a way ... at least that's how I look at it.
I decided to come back to my writing challenge that I abandoned after only two days.
Day 3: Your Parents
My parents ... years ago I would have said that I was nothing like my parents, all we did was argued and I had no positive relationship with them. But as I have grown and matured, I have truly seen so much more out of my relationship with my parents. I think it also has helped that I have moved out.
I know growing up I was a challenge. I'm loud, I run my mouth, I have almost no filter, I get heated very easily, especially with my family, and usually I don't know when to shut up. I was most defiantly my parents difficult child.
My Mom is the kindest, most sarcastic, hard working, creative woman you will ever meet. She works hard, she helps others, she takes a lot of crap, laughs it off, but do not cross her. I repeat ... DO NOT CROSS HER. She allows people to walk all over her but eventually enough is enough and her inner rage comes out. As kids we would push her buttons... push push push push ... until she lost it. We knew when mom was mad, shit was real. You better scatter.
My Dad is blunt, funny, extremely hard working, intelligent, honest, and a no bullshit kind of person. We often joke that he is "King Shit" or "Mr. Asshole". He can for sure come across as rude, but thats what I love. He is usually spot on with his statements and it all comes back what is right or wrong. He says what most people are thinking but won't say. He doesn't have the time of day for excuses or drama. His language is colorful, he says things that people don't want to hear, and he dose it all with intelligence and a "you know I'm right" kind of attitude... which is often misconstrued as rude... but his heart is large and giving.
I think that I am a mix of both my parents... but the older I get the more I realize my father has worn off on me. Often I will say something to my mom and she will just start laughing... " you sound like your father" is her favorite saying cause she knows I despise it.
Both my parents have always been extremely honest and open with us kids. They expect certain things from us but they don't hide us from the realities of this world. They don't sugar coat things or ignore things. They expect us to make choices for ourselves but that are intelligent and will better our future. They are there for us when we mess up, they stick up for us, but they also tell us when we messed up. They have instilled respect, responsibility, hard work, honesty, and integrity into us kids. They have been open and honest with us and they expect the same from us in return.
We have lived a very blessed life because of the people my parents are. I can't complain about one thing. My needs as a child, teen, and young adult have always not only been met but far passed what we expected. I know I have had it a lot better then other kids I have grown up with, but I also know that my parents haven't given us any hands out. They expect hard work from us, they expect us to take things on for ourselves, they expect us to work hard for what we get, they expect us to adults... slowly. They will always be there for us to fall back on if need be, but they also expect us to take that jump into adulthood. Make sure that we are doing things that will give us a good future.
And for that I am SO thankful!
I decided to come back to my writing challenge that I abandoned after only two days.
Day 3: Your Parents
My parents ... years ago I would have said that I was nothing like my parents, all we did was argued and I had no positive relationship with them. But as I have grown and matured, I have truly seen so much more out of my relationship with my parents. I think it also has helped that I have moved out.
I know growing up I was a challenge. I'm loud, I run my mouth, I have almost no filter, I get heated very easily, especially with my family, and usually I don't know when to shut up. I was most defiantly my parents difficult child.
My Mom is the kindest, most sarcastic, hard working, creative woman you will ever meet. She works hard, she helps others, she takes a lot of crap, laughs it off, but do not cross her. I repeat ... DO NOT CROSS HER. She allows people to walk all over her but eventually enough is enough and her inner rage comes out. As kids we would push her buttons... push push push push ... until she lost it. We knew when mom was mad, shit was real. You better scatter.
My Dad is blunt, funny, extremely hard working, intelligent, honest, and a no bullshit kind of person. We often joke that he is "King Shit" or "Mr. Asshole". He can for sure come across as rude, but thats what I love. He is usually spot on with his statements and it all comes back what is right or wrong. He says what most people are thinking but won't say. He doesn't have the time of day for excuses or drama. His language is colorful, he says things that people don't want to hear, and he dose it all with intelligence and a "you know I'm right" kind of attitude... which is often misconstrued as rude... but his heart is large and giving.
I think that I am a mix of both my parents... but the older I get the more I realize my father has worn off on me. Often I will say something to my mom and she will just start laughing... " you sound like your father" is her favorite saying cause she knows I despise it.
Both my parents have always been extremely honest and open with us kids. They expect certain things from us but they don't hide us from the realities of this world. They don't sugar coat things or ignore things. They expect us to make choices for ourselves but that are intelligent and will better our future. They are there for us when we mess up, they stick up for us, but they also tell us when we messed up. They have instilled respect, responsibility, hard work, honesty, and integrity into us kids. They have been open and honest with us and they expect the same from us in return.
We have lived a very blessed life because of the people my parents are. I can't complain about one thing. My needs as a child, teen, and young adult have always not only been met but far passed what we expected. I know I have had it a lot better then other kids I have grown up with, but I also know that my parents haven't given us any hands out. They expect hard work from us, they expect us to take things on for ourselves, they expect us to work hard for what we get, they expect us to adults... slowly. They will always be there for us to fall back on if need be, but they also expect us to take that jump into adulthood. Make sure that we are doing things that will give us a good future.
And for that I am SO thankful!
Saturday, February 1, 2014
Day 2
Day 2: Your Crush
I really don't have a lot to write about this subject to be honest. A lot of people my age are getting married or engaged or knocked up. When exciting news spreads about my loved ones I could not be happier for them. When I see yet another post from my peers about their marital status, however, I have to admit, I do feel a bit like "I'm doing something wrong" ... but then I remember ... I am twenty one years old. I am FAR from ready to be married. I'm still in college, I still have life to live, things to see, people to meet, experiences to be had. Marriage is so far off my raider. It will happen when it is ready to happen. When it is meat to happen. This is the time of my life to have fun, to enjoy life, to do things I'm never gonna be able to do again. To be free & careless (within reason). Of course there are people that perk my interest, but I know God has a plan for me. Right now it's my job to focus on school, and grades, and me.
Recently there was a song I came across. It really hit me. Not only does this Tori Kelly have some amazing pipes, but the lyrics are SO true! There are definitely times in life when I wish I had a man by my side. But I also know myself well enough to know, I am NOT ready for someone either. At this point in my life I would be a horrible girlfriend. I am too consumed in my own self right now, figuring out who I am, what to do it in life. I don't have the capacity for another person.
Right now I choose to focus on being the best version of myself and when I'm ready ... it will happen.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=njmCUJ94lUM
I really don't have a lot to write about this subject to be honest. A lot of people my age are getting married or engaged or knocked up. When exciting news spreads about my loved ones I could not be happier for them. When I see yet another post from my peers about their marital status, however, I have to admit, I do feel a bit like "I'm doing something wrong" ... but then I remember ... I am twenty one years old. I am FAR from ready to be married. I'm still in college, I still have life to live, things to see, people to meet, experiences to be had. Marriage is so far off my raider. It will happen when it is ready to happen. When it is meat to happen. This is the time of my life to have fun, to enjoy life, to do things I'm never gonna be able to do again. To be free & careless (within reason). Of course there are people that perk my interest, but I know God has a plan for me. Right now it's my job to focus on school, and grades, and me.
Recently there was a song I came across. It really hit me. Not only does this Tori Kelly have some amazing pipes, but the lyrics are SO true! There are definitely times in life when I wish I had a man by my side. But I also know myself well enough to know, I am NOT ready for someone either. At this point in my life I would be a horrible girlfriend. I am too consumed in my own self right now, figuring out who I am, what to do it in life. I don't have the capacity for another person.
Right now I choose to focus on being the best version of myself and when I'm ready ... it will happen.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=njmCUJ94lUM
Friday, January 31, 2014
Day 1
Day One: Your Best Friend
It's hard to define what a best friend is to me. I feel like my friends are constantly evolving, just as I am. There are days when I am closer to one friend than the other. There are some friends that I feel like "we are exactly the same" and there are other friends that we have very little in common... yet, I love them & value their friendship. That's the funny thing about friendship; I don't think there is one way to define what it is. For some crazy reason two people click on some level & the bound is strong enough to last for a moment in time. Sometimes that moment of time is a chapter of life; other times its a lifetime.
Each of my friends bring something in life that I cherish ...
Kate:
I met Kate in the middle of our high school careers, although we had known of each other for most of our lives-- our moms are good friends. Kate & I had a mutual friend that we started hanging out with at the same time. At some point around senior year we started doing stuff together, and now here we are... friends. So easy to talk to, laugh with, vent to, be with. Our minds are on the same wave length and that makes our friendship easy & refreshing. We have done a lot of growing up together and I pray that we continue to share life's ups & downs together!
New Friends:
Katie:
Growing up she was always the girl that lived around the block. She was "Abby's friend". I heard stories about her and laughed. I was secretly afraid of ever meeting her. In the last year or so when we did meet I became incredibly thankful for her refreshing outlook on life, her passion to speak her mind with intelligence, her desire to help and serve, her humor, her vulnerability... everything about her is real & genuine. She has courage, bravery, and strength that I seek to follow. She may be only a few years older than me, but she feels like the "mother Teresa" of my life.
It's hard to define what a best friend is to me. I feel like my friends are constantly evolving, just as I am. There are days when I am closer to one friend than the other. There are some friends that I feel like "we are exactly the same" and there are other friends that we have very little in common... yet, I love them & value their friendship. That's the funny thing about friendship; I don't think there is one way to define what it is. For some crazy reason two people click on some level & the bound is strong enough to last for a moment in time. Sometimes that moment of time is a chapter of life; other times its a lifetime.
Each of my friends bring something in life that I cherish ...
Kate:
I met Kate in the middle of our high school careers, although we had known of each other for most of our lives-- our moms are good friends. Kate & I had a mutual friend that we started hanging out with at the same time. At some point around senior year we started doing stuff together, and now here we are... friends. So easy to talk to, laugh with, vent to, be with. Our minds are on the same wave length and that makes our friendship easy & refreshing. We have done a lot of growing up together and I pray that we continue to share life's ups & downs together!
Michaela:
Again, I met Michaela sometime in the middle of our high school career, although we had attended the same church for awhile. My first memory of hanging out with Michaela was at her senior prom. I went with a few mutual friends & we all ended up going as a group. Michaela & I spent most of the dancing portion of the evening sitting at our table laughing at our peers bumping and grinding inches a part from one another. When everyone left for "real college", Michaela & I were the only ones left at MCC. We spent a majority of our time together at school, work, and church. There pretty much was not a day that went by we weren't together. We think the same, we do a lot of the same things, we work together, we are pretty much the same people. It makes our friendship easy & hard. The perfect mix.
Alyssa:
Oh Alyssa... my comic relief, my "go to bitch fit" girl, the life of the party! . Again, I had known of Alyssa for most of my life. Our lives intertwined from the very beginning. It wasn't until Kate & I became close friends that Alyssa popped into my life on a more permanent level. We are so different but secretly similar. I adore her craziness, her humor, her ability to listen and give the most unexpected, hilarious advice. When nothing seems to be going right, a simple text from Alyssa makes the day seem fine.
Sam:
I knew from the moment I met her we were destined to be friends. We were at the Willis twins' house. Everything about her screamed crazy & hilarious! I remember telling everyone that night as she left "I just met my new best friend" ... now here we are 5 years later roommates!!! We do a lot of great things together but the best and biggest thing is laugh ! Laughter is the foundation of our friendship & nothing can alter it. Meeting your family & falling in love with all their craziness was just the icing on top of the cake!
Ben:
I've known him for 12+ years. We met when we were in fourth & fifth grade. Growing up together doesn't even begin to explain how much things have changed. We are different people from when we first met. It's been quite a journey together. Some of my hardest life lessons have come from or been experienced with him. We don't have to talk every day or week, but when we do talk it's like nothing has changed. It's t taken me a really long time to figure out how to be a friend to him, but after all this time, I think we figured it out and its SO worth it! I'm so blessed to have someone so honest & up front in my life. Most of my favorite memories in life are shared with him & I pray I can always call him friend.
Katie:
Growing up she was always the girl that lived around the block. She was "Abby's friend". I heard stories about her and laughed. I was secretly afraid of ever meeting her. In the last year or so when we did meet I became incredibly thankful for her refreshing outlook on life, her passion to speak her mind with intelligence, her desire to help and serve, her humor, her vulnerability... everything about her is real & genuine. She has courage, bravery, and strength that I seek to follow. She may be only a few years older than me, but she feels like the "mother Teresa" of my life.
{I wish I had a better picture}
Kimi:
Another one of "Abby's Friends" ... one of the many face I met at country thunder a couple years ago. It wasn't until I started going to NIU that we became friends ... partners in crime. I can't imagine my NIU experience without her. She has made this crazy transition so much easier & happier. She is encouraging, sweet, friendly, inviting, and a great wine buddy. It's only been a short time that I've known her, and I feel like we are life long friends. I pray even after NIU we continue this bond we have
There are so many people that I am blessed to call 'friend'... so many in fact, I can't even begin to list them all. The love I have for them, the memories we share together ... they all hold a special spot in my heart. The have defined me as a person, they have given me a strength when I need it, they have made me laugh when I wanted to cry, they have showed me I don't know everything, they have given me opportunities and outlets in life I never dreamed possible. Each and every friend has made me ... me.
The one person who each and every day I call best friend is Abby Sue. I often think "if we were never neighbors we probably wouldn't be best friends" She is 3 years older and we are completely different. Yet, at the end of the day she is the one I call my "older sister"; the one I share good news with first; the one I confide in, in bad times; the one I can't wait to hang out with. If it wasn't for the fat chance we were neighbors while young I feel like my life would be completely different. And for that I am SO thankful... because without her I wouldn't have the inspiration I have, I wouldn't know that everything is going to be okay, I wouldn't have anyone to look to when I didn't know where else to look, I wouldn't have some of the friendships I have, I wouldn't know how to deal with some of friendships I did have... I wouldn't be Cayla without Abby.
Abby:
While my parents were starting out their lives together they moved into this small nasty house on Madison street. Next door was a 3 year old girl who was friendly as could be. When I came along she was instantly my best friend. And thats it. Thats how we met. That's how we became best friends. That simple. There wasn't a day that went by for eight years that I didn't see Abby. There isn't a childhood memory I have without Abby apart of it. We were creative, imaginative, and youthful. When I moved life seemed odd without her a hop and a skip away. But through church and just a love for each other we stayed close. I remember when I was in that awkward junior high phase of life ... I had just gotten an MSN messenger account. I was so excited to be finally entering the "internet world" ... I called Abby and asked her for her user name so I could add her. Now I look back at that and laugh at such a silly thing to do... but I was so excited to be able to do something "old" like Abby could. I was and have always strived to be like & do what Abby was doing. It was kind of that "annoying little sister" typing thing going on. There was definitely a time in our lives where we weren't as close. She was a young adult and I was still stuck in high school. We were learning, growing, and changing and couldn't really relate to each other. But I knew if I ever needed to talk anyone or ever needed anything, she would be there in a drop of a hat. And I never once stop looking up to her. Now we are older and although our lives are in completely different stages we are still able to share a friendship and a bound. She will forever be my best friend, my older sister, my inspiration, my role model. I'm excited to share all our happy and maybe not so happy moments together just like we have for the last 21 years!!!
Thirty Day Writing Challenge ... Accepted
Being the pinterest junkie that I am, I came across a post for tumbler. I have never been a user of tumbler- just don't get it. But anyway, I thought I could adapt it to my blog. 30 days of writing about a specific topic. It could be a way to better my writing and to actually post more frequently.
30 Days of Posting Topics:
Day 1: Your Best Friend
Day 2: Your crush
Day 3: Your Parents
Day 4: Your Siblings
Day 5: Your dreams
Day 6: A Stranger
Day 7: Your Ex-boyfriend/love/crush
Day 8: Your Favorite Internet Friend
Day 9: Someone you wish you could meet
Day 10: Someone you don't talk to as much as you'd like to
Day 11: A Deceased person you wish you could talk to
Day 12: The Person you hate most/caused you a lot of pain
Day 13: Someone you wish you could forgive
Day 14: Someone you drifted away from
Day 15: The person you miss the most
Day 16: Someone's that not in your state/country
Day 17: Someone from your childhood
Day 18: The person that you wish you could be
Day 19: Someone that pesters your mind- good or bad
Day 20: The one that broke your heart the hardest
Day 21: Someone you judged by their first impression
Day 22: Someone you want to give a second chance to
Day 23: The last person you kissed
Day 24: THe person that gave you a favorite memory
Day 25: The person you know that is going through the worst of times
Day 26: THe last person you made a pinky promise to
Day 27: The friendliest person you know
Day 28: Someone that changed your life
Day 29: The person that you want to tell everything to, but too afraid to
Day 30: Your reflection in the mirror
Some of them are just stupid, in my opinion, so it may change when it comes to that day. But I'm excited for this challenge.
30 Days of Posting Topics:
Day 1: Your Best Friend
Day 2: Your crush
Day 3: Your Parents
Day 4: Your Siblings
Day 5: Your dreams
Day 6: A Stranger
Day 7: Your Ex-boyfriend/love/crush
Day 8: Your Favorite Internet Friend
Day 9: Someone you wish you could meet
Day 10: Someone you don't talk to as much as you'd like to
Day 11: A Deceased person you wish you could talk to
Day 12: The Person you hate most/caused you a lot of pain
Day 13: Someone you wish you could forgive
Day 14: Someone you drifted away from
Day 15: The person you miss the most
Day 16: Someone's that not in your state/country
Day 17: Someone from your childhood
Day 18: The person that you wish you could be
Day 19: Someone that pesters your mind- good or bad
Day 20: The one that broke your heart the hardest
Day 21: Someone you judged by their first impression
Day 22: Someone you want to give a second chance to
Day 23: The last person you kissed
Day 24: THe person that gave you a favorite memory
Day 25: The person you know that is going through the worst of times
Day 26: THe last person you made a pinky promise to
Day 27: The friendliest person you know
Day 28: Someone that changed your life
Day 29: The person that you want to tell everything to, but too afraid to
Day 30: Your reflection in the mirror
Some of them are just stupid, in my opinion, so it may change when it comes to that day. But I'm excited for this challenge.
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