I wonder if some people just don't get the concept that words hurt. With this particular situation, it's not what was said, but the fact that it was said. I feel like some things will never end.
I think I've gotten to the point that, if you have nothing better to do than to sit around and talk about me and my boyfriend, I don't mind what you say or how you say it. If you want to make up lies and start rumors, go for it. I think that over the past couple of years, I've figured out that who really matters, will show you they care, and who doesn't, you can walk away from. Unfortunately, this isn't that easy. It's something that I will have to deal with and people who will always be in my life.
Honestly, this is something that God and God alone can fix. However, I feel like I need to give Him everything before He can do His work. For so long, I've kept all of my hurt and anger to myself and the people around me and I've tried to mend things alone. I haven't even given God a chance.
Right now, to start off 2012, I want to lean more on Jesus Christ. I can't live my life alone. I can't fix everything. I'm not invincible. He's said that He'll never leave me nor forsake me and I need to trust Him. God has put these people in my life for a reason, and instead of always seeing the negative, I need to give the Lord time to work. I'm not talking about in their lives, I'm talking about my own.
It's time to lay this at the foot of the Cross and In His timing, I know things will change.
Saturday, December 31, 2011
Thursday, December 29, 2011
Daddy Daughter Day
Today, I had a date with my dad. He took me to the airport and we went on a scenic tour around Hampton Roads. Obviously, he wasn't the pilot. :)
Other than the fact that I was getting motion sickness, it was a good ride. It was cool to be able to point out different things and really see how the Tidewater area is so close together. Going flying is certainly not an everyday opportunity, but I'm glad we got to go. :)
When we were on our way, the people called and asked if they could push back our time a half an hour because of plane difficulties. Uh oh. We said yes {as if we had a choice} and ended up getting there an hour early. It was far away, so we couldn't turn around and go home or anything. We pulled into the parking lot, parked the car, and sat for a second. Next thing I know, my dad had his Nook out with the volume all the way up playing Angry Birds. He's so cool.
We finally went in and got everything squared away and walked out to the plane with our pilot. It was a jumper plane, no doubt. In fact, I think it may have been the smallest plane out there. The size was the thing my dad was most worried about, so that didn't help the situation. :) Anyway, we got in and buckled up and Mike {the pilot} gave us the run down on if we have to evacuate during the flight. It was somewhat nerve-wracking, but it got worse. The plane wouldn't start. The propeller wouldn't kick in until after atleast 12 tries. All I could think of was how we were going to get in the air and everything was going to shut off. That's when I got scared. :P I sat in the front with him so I got a picture of how it looked. It was incredibly tight, so it's not too great of a shot.
We were finally up about 1000 feet when he reached across me and said in a very serious voice, "Your door isn't shut." What?! He opened the window to hold onto the door and my dad grabbed the door too. He told me to lift the handle. Lift the handle. At this point, we were flying sideways {the side my door was on} over an open field and going down. Eventually, it was locked down and we survived. From that point on, everything went more smoothly. You could see everything from up there. The houses and trees looked liked little Leggo pieces that were just placed down. It wasn't the first time I had flown, but I had never gone on the kind of ride where they take you up specifically to show you everything around. It was quite fantastic.
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| I don't know why, but it won't rotate. |
Friday, December 23, 2011
Paranoid
I'm the kind of person who does all of my shopping last minute. If I buy someone a Christmas present early, I want to give it to them right away. I'm a very impatient person. Normally, I would go out tomorrow, but I had free time today to get some of it done. :)
I left my house this morning with one goal in mind: to get all the gifts I needed to give. That didn't happen; I'll be back out in the morning. Anywho, I didn't want to carry my purse around {my neck and shoulders are still incredibly sore} so I was using my mom's little pouch thing she usually takes to Busch Gardens {you can laugh if you'd like}.
I pulled out of my driveway and was half way down my street when I realized I had forgotten to get my license. I didn't have a house key and neither of my parents were home. Uh oh. I knew every car was going to hit me. I drove to the gas station in the right lane going 5 under the speed limit the whole time. I had to come back home and ask my neighbors for my house key just so I could get my license. That didn't help the feeling though. There were WAY to many cars on the road. I was pretty much scared out of my mind the whole time.
Before Wednesday night, I never considered the danger in getting into a car. I knew accidents happened and I knew people get killed everyday because of it, but it never occurred to me that I could be a part of one. Thankfully, the accident we were in was nowhere near as bad as others, but it still gives you a reality check. You're days are numbered by God and God alone and no matter what you do, you just have to trust Him. After all, God is in control. :)
I left my house this morning with one goal in mind: to get all the gifts I needed to give. That didn't happen; I'll be back out in the morning. Anywho, I didn't want to carry my purse around {my neck and shoulders are still incredibly sore} so I was using my mom's little pouch thing she usually takes to Busch Gardens {you can laugh if you'd like}.
I pulled out of my driveway and was half way down my street when I realized I had forgotten to get my license. I didn't have a house key and neither of my parents were home. Uh oh. I knew every car was going to hit me. I drove to the gas station in the right lane going 5 under the speed limit the whole time. I had to come back home and ask my neighbors for my house key just so I could get my license. That didn't help the feeling though. There were WAY to many cars on the road. I was pretty much scared out of my mind the whole time.
Before Wednesday night, I never considered the danger in getting into a car. I knew accidents happened and I knew people get killed everyday because of it, but it never occurred to me that I could be a part of one. Thankfully, the accident we were in was nowhere near as bad as others, but it still gives you a reality check. You're days are numbered by God and God alone and no matter what you do, you just have to trust Him. After all, God is in control. :)
Thursday, December 22, 2011
Car Accident
Last night, Sebastian and I got all bundled up and went out to go Christmas shopping. It was dark and was still raining fairly hard. We ran out to Sebastian's "soccer mom" van and headed to Kinko's. We got there and sat in the car for awhile. We talked, made a list of where we were going, made a list of what we were getting, then started our journey. Obviously, there were a lot of cars on the road {it was December 21st} and since it was raining, it made things even worse. Our first stop was Lynnhaven Mall.
We got on the interstate and were already in bumper to bumper traffic. 4 days before Christmas, 5:30 at night, raining; lots of traffic. We passed an accident on the right and things started moving more swiftly. There was another accident on the other side of the road and another one a little bit further up ahead. Everything happened so fast.
"Wow, Sebastian. Look at all of these accidents."
Out of nowhere, the car in front of us stopped. We were going 50 mph already and even though we weren't right on top of the guy, Sebastian had to slam on breaks. We both thought we were going to hit him, so we were both braced for an accident; just not in the right way, I guess.
"Baby, Baby, Baby, Baby, Baby!"
{pause}
*BAM!*
I had stopped yelling because I knew we weren't going to hit him. Sebastian had looked in his rear-view mirror and he knew we were going to get hit. He locked his foot on the break and threw his right hand in front of me. Like I said, I had already locked both of my arms against the door and the seat and was pushing myself back {I never want to experience an airbag}. When the girl hit us, we both just jolted forward. She was going fast. She was going probably 50 or 55 mph and didn't have time to break once she saw that we had stopped. She was trying to swerve out of the way, but since there was already an accident on the right side, she had nowhere to go. The front left side of her car rammed into the back left side of ours.
His back door is bent in and it needs a new bumper and some other stuff, but it's still drive able. She was in a little car that got totaled. Her hood was half way bent up and her lights were gone. Her airbag did go off, but she wasn't hurt either. All three of us were just shook up.
To make it all worse, the accident traffic guy was totally rude. I'll tell you how our conversation went.
Him: "Who are you talking to?"
Bash: "My dad."
Him: "Tell him not to come up here. We don't need anymore cars up here."
Me: "My dad is coming up."
Him: "No, we don't need him."
Me: "He's a Norfolk Police Officer and he is coming up here."
Him: "I don't care if he's the judge. He we don't need him to come. We have too many accidents already."
Me: "He's coming up here."
Him: "Well, whatever, I guess he knows how to drive." *walked away*
But then once my dad got there this guy pretended like they were best friends. My dad has that kind of affect on people. I guess he just didn't realize that my dad is a local celebrity. :P
One of the many crazy things about last night, it Sebastian's wallet. He never carries it around. It's always lost or in his pants pocket or on the dresser or in the truck; never with him. For some reason, he took his license out of his wallet and put it in his pocket. He didn't have his wallet, but he had his license. God Thing.
It was a scary experience. Thankfully, all we have is whiplash and nothing more serious. I'm going to the doctor today and I don't know about Sebastian {he hates the doctor :P}. God definitely had His hand on us last night. If He hadn't of moved the car in front of us when He did, we would have been smushed up like an accordion. Thankfully, we had God on our side. :)
We got on the interstate and were already in bumper to bumper traffic. 4 days before Christmas, 5:30 at night, raining; lots of traffic. We passed an accident on the right and things started moving more swiftly. There was another accident on the other side of the road and another one a little bit further up ahead. Everything happened so fast.
"Wow, Sebastian. Look at all of these accidents."
Out of nowhere, the car in front of us stopped. We were going 50 mph already and even though we weren't right on top of the guy, Sebastian had to slam on breaks. We both thought we were going to hit him, so we were both braced for an accident; just not in the right way, I guess.
"Baby, Baby, Baby, Baby, Baby!"
{pause}
*BAM!*
I had stopped yelling because I knew we weren't going to hit him. Sebastian had looked in his rear-view mirror and he knew we were going to get hit. He locked his foot on the break and threw his right hand in front of me. Like I said, I had already locked both of my arms against the door and the seat and was pushing myself back {I never want to experience an airbag}. When the girl hit us, we both just jolted forward. She was going fast. She was going probably 50 or 55 mph and didn't have time to break once she saw that we had stopped. She was trying to swerve out of the way, but since there was already an accident on the right side, she had nowhere to go. The front left side of her car rammed into the back left side of ours.
His back door is bent in and it needs a new bumper and some other stuff, but it's still drive able. She was in a little car that got totaled. Her hood was half way bent up and her lights were gone. Her airbag did go off, but she wasn't hurt either. All three of us were just shook up.
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| It's not the best picture, but you get the idea. |
Him: "Who are you talking to?"
Bash: "My dad."
Him: "Tell him not to come up here. We don't need anymore cars up here."
Me: "My dad is coming up."
Him: "No, we don't need him."
Me: "He's a Norfolk Police Officer and he is coming up here."
Him: "I don't care if he's the judge. He we don't need him to come. We have too many accidents already."
Me: "He's coming up here."
Him: "Well, whatever, I guess he knows how to drive." *walked away*
But then once my dad got there this guy pretended like they were best friends. My dad has that kind of affect on people. I guess he just didn't realize that my dad is a local celebrity. :P
One of the many crazy things about last night, it Sebastian's wallet. He never carries it around. It's always lost or in his pants pocket or on the dresser or in the truck; never with him. For some reason, he took his license out of his wallet and put it in his pocket. He didn't have his wallet, but he had his license. God Thing.
It was a scary experience. Thankfully, all we have is whiplash and nothing more serious. I'm going to the doctor today and I don't know about Sebastian {he hates the doctor :P}. God definitely had His hand on us last night. If He hadn't of moved the car in front of us when He did, we would have been smushed up like an accordion. Thankfully, we had God on our side. :)
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
A Craigslist Car
Before I even had my permit, I had a blue Honda Civic waiting for me in my driveway. It was given to us by my dad's cousin and neither of the boys wanted to drive it, so it was mine. I loved it. It had 180,000 miles on it, but it still had a lot of life in it. One night, I went to spend the night at my grandparents and since Sebastian was going over there for awhile, I just rode with him. I always drove over there. Once we left, the wind kicked up and out of nowhere, my parents and neighbors heard a huge crash. A huge tree branch had fallen on my adorable little car. They called, I cried, they put a tarp over it, and everyone went to bed. The next morning, my dad and brother both took off of work to clean up the mess. It was terrible.
The next thing I went to look at was a green Toyota Camry. Lets just say, we didn't get that one. The next day, we went to check out a green Honda Passport. It seemed fantastic. It was a small SUV with a sunroof and only 97,000 miles on it. All the guy said it needed was a window switch and it would be good to go. His story was that he had just lost his job, had 6 kids, and needed the money. My mom and I are very gullible and we took his word for it and we bought it.
N I G H T M A R E. We fixed the window and went to get it inspected; rejected. We fixed what they said it needed. Then it needed more. We fixed the next round of things. It needed more. We fixed that and now it needs more. It's a money pit. And to top it all off, the sunroof doesn't even work. Needless to say, this thing just went on craigslist. The next car I buy will be from Freedom Ford. There are some good cars on craigslist; this wasn't one of them.
The one thing we've figured out is that green isn't my color. Never again will I buy or even consider buying a green car. Blue seems more my speed. Anywho, I miss my little Civic.
I started looking for a car on craigslist. I hadn't planned on getting a new car, so I had no money saved up for it. I found a 1994 green Mustang. I thought it would be pretty cool to have a Mustang, so I got it. It was alright for the first week, but our big red van got better gas mileage than that thing. Plus, I wasn't the two door kind of girl. Therefor, I sold that a couple of months later and started looking for something else.
N I G H T M A R E. We fixed the window and went to get it inspected; rejected. We fixed what they said it needed. Then it needed more. We fixed the next round of things. It needed more. We fixed that and now it needs more. It's a money pit. And to top it all off, the sunroof doesn't even work. Needless to say, this thing just went on craigslist. The next car I buy will be from Freedom Ford. There are some good cars on craigslist; this wasn't one of them.
The one thing we've figured out is that green isn't my color. Never again will I buy or even consider buying a green car. Blue seems more my speed. Anywho, I miss my little Civic.
Sunday, December 18, 2011
Busy, Busy, Busy
Wednesday night, Sebastian and I got all dressed up and went to P.F. Chang's for dinner. Then, we went to see New Year's Eve. The movie started at 10:10 and I knew I would be passed out before it even started. Fortunately, it was a fantastic movie and I stayed awake. :)
Friday, my school's choir was invited to sing at Busch Gardens. Cool, right? My family went up to Williamsburg early to do some Christmas shopping at the Williamsburg Outlets. Jesse and Lydia left for a little while for a doctor's appointment to see the sex of their baby. It's a boy; Kaden Ryder. :)
It rained all night. Out of the 5 songs we sang, most of us were only in 2 of them. It was cold, wet, and windy. It was fun though. We ate ridiculously expensive food, we did the bumper cars, they rode the drop thingy, and we watched a musical. There were Christmas lights everywhere. I like Christmas lights. :)
Last night, we went to Christmas in the Country at Triple R Ranch. That was also cold, but it was fun. This morning was our Christmas Cantata at church. It's been a busy weekend. I'm ridiculously tired so I'm going to take a nap. Yeah.
Friday, my school's choir was invited to sing at Busch Gardens. Cool, right? My family went up to Williamsburg early to do some Christmas shopping at the Williamsburg Outlets. Jesse and Lydia left for a little while for a doctor's appointment to see the sex of their baby. It's a boy; Kaden Ryder. :)
It rained all night. Out of the 5 songs we sang, most of us were only in 2 of them. It was cold, wet, and windy. It was fun though. We ate ridiculously expensive food, we did the bumper cars, they rode the drop thingy, and we watched a musical. There were Christmas lights everywhere. I like Christmas lights. :)
Last night, we went to Christmas in the Country at Triple R Ranch. That was also cold, but it was fun. This morning was our Christmas Cantata at church. It's been a busy weekend. I'm ridiculously tired so I'm going to take a nap. Yeah.
Sunday, December 4, 2011
It's Beginning to Look a lot like Christmas
Decemeber is one of my favorite months. Why? Christmas. Christmas everything.
While most people were up all night shopping on Black Friday, I was in my nice warm bed. When I {finally} woke up, it was time to decorate! My dad and I spent all day putting lights on our house. I love colorful houses. :)
A couple days later, we put up our tree. Branch by bracnch, the tree kept getting bigger and bushier. This year, I put up the lights. After about 9 strands of 100 count lights, we had about half the tree covered. We went to get more boxes from the store, then kept putting them on. Eventually, we were done. Except, then they all cut off. Go figure.
Anywho, it turned out good. A lit tree, a cozy fire, a cup of hot chocolate, and a snuggle buddy. My kind of night. :)
While most people were up all night shopping on Black Friday, I was in my nice warm bed. When I {finally} woke up, it was time to decorate! My dad and I spent all day putting lights on our house. I love colorful houses. :)
A couple days later, we put up our tree. Branch by bracnch, the tree kept getting bigger and bushier. This year, I put up the lights. After about 9 strands of 100 count lights, we had about half the tree covered. We went to get more boxes from the store, then kept putting them on. Eventually, we were done. Except, then they all cut off. Go figure.
Friday, November 25, 2011
I'm Thankful
Thanksgiving is {obviously} the holiday that makes you think the most. The one that makes you realize how much you have really been blessed with.
Mostly, I'm thankful for Sebastian Michael Brown. I see him everyday and still don't think it's enough. He's seen me laugh and he's seen my cry. He's the best thing that's ever happened to me and I'm so grateful. My future looks incredibly bright because of him. I can't wait to marry Sebastian and spend forever with him. I'm so thankful for this boy.
I'm thankful for my parents. They have raised me up the way of the Lord, and I am so grateful. They have kept Jesus Christ first in our house since they were married. There are so many parents that don't care anymore. They let their kids do whatever they want with whoever they want. I have been blessed with having a mom and dad that care. I have been blessed with having a mom and dad who are still together. Now a day, your vows don't mean a thing. You fall in and out of love, and the commitment you made to God goes right out the window. My parents love each other. Forever. I'm thankful for my mom and dad.
I'm thankful for my brothers. Seth and I have always been close, but Jesse and I used to hate each other. We fought. All the time. I'm thankful that God broke us of that. People always say that your siblings are your best friends. I would go ahead and say that that's true. They have always been there for me and have been fantastic big brothers. They are more protective than you know and I am grateful for that. My are two people that I could never even imagine growing up without. I'm thankful for my brothers.
I'm thankful for my sister-in-laws. Seth started dating Stacey over six years ago and things between the two of us were rough. Now, she's more like my sister than anything and the arguments we have can attest to that. She's one of the people that I'm closest to and I thank God for her. Jesse and Lydia have been together for 3 years {?} and we've gotten a lot closer over time also. Now, she's carrying my little niece or nephew who she will give birth to in May or June. :) She's someone I can relate to and I am grateful for that. I'm thankful for Stacey and Lydia.
I'm thankful for my grandparents. For years, I spent every Saturday night at my Grama and Grandaddy's house. I made tons of memories. We go out of town every summer and spend at least two weeks all living inside of their camper. We're a very close family. :) Although we don't see my dad's parents as much, I'm thankful for them. I love that they live close and they can come to all of special events we have. I'm so thankful that I still have all of my grandparents. Not many people can say that, but I'm so grateful that I can. I'm thankful for my Grama, Grandaddy, Mimi, and Grandpa.
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| This is my Mimi. I don't have a picture of my Grandpa, but just imagine my dad a little older and you'll have it. :) |
I'm thankful for my best friend. She's someone who has always been there for me through ups and downs. She was there when my brothers got married and she was there when my cousin passed away. She's one person I know I can always count on. She's someone I know I can call at 3:00 in the morning and talk to her for two hours like it was the middle of the afternoon. I don't see her as much as I used to and I want that to change. I couldn't thank God enough for Katie Nowak.
Mostly, I'm thankful for Sebastian Michael Brown. I see him everyday and still don't think it's enough. He's seen me laugh and he's seen my cry. He's the best thing that's ever happened to me and I'm so grateful. My future looks incredibly bright because of him. I can't wait to marry Sebastian and spend forever with him. I'm so thankful for this boy.
God has blessed me with so much and I could never thank Him enough. I'm living a fantastic life and a lot of it has to do with the people the Lord has put in it. I'm so thankful.
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
My Life Plan
Within the past few months, I've come up with my life plan. Would you like to know it? :)
- Graduate
- Go to College
- Marry Sebastian Michael Brown
- Finish College
- Start an Interior Design Business
- Do Photography on the Side
- All While Homeschooling Our 5 {at least} Children
Monday, November 21, 2011
More Than Just a Name
Lately, I've had trouble calling Sebastian my boyfriend. Not because I'm embarrassed or ashamed, but because he's so much more than that to me.
When I think of someone having a boyfriend of girlfriend, I think one of two things. Either, a couple of middle school kids who have a cute crush on each other, or some bad teenagers who aren't really committed to each other and spend all of their time making out. Sebastian and I are neither of those.
I love him. I want to spend the rest of my life with him. I can't imagine going from day to day not being able to see or talk to him. To me, it seems like that another name should be invented to describe that kind of person.
For now, Sebastian is my boyfriend. One day, he'll be my fiance and eventually my husband, but until then, boyfriend is the name. Either way, I couldn't ask for a better person to spend my forever with. :)
When I think of someone having a boyfriend of girlfriend, I think one of two things. Either, a couple of middle school kids who have a cute crush on each other, or some bad teenagers who aren't really committed to each other and spend all of their time making out. Sebastian and I are neither of those.
I love him. I want to spend the rest of my life with him. I can't imagine going from day to day not being able to see or talk to him. To me, it seems like that another name should be invented to describe that kind of person.
For now, Sebastian is my boyfriend. One day, he'll be my fiance and eventually my husband, but until then, boyfriend is the name. Either way, I couldn't ask for a better person to spend my forever with. :)
Saturday, November 19, 2011
Feelings on a Page
I'm one of those people who hates when other people puts their whole life out for the world to know their drama and everything that comes along with it. It seems immature. Yet, for some reason, I have the urge to do it myself. It's not because I want attention and it's not because I want sympathy; it's because I want people to understand that words really can cut deep.
A few weekends ago, a group of us went camping. We've gone every October for the past few years and it's always been a good time. This year seemed to be different. I have friends. I have people that I know I can talk to and I know they will listen, even if they don't understand. I have a best friend. I know I can go to her with anything and I know she won't go anywhere. I have a boyfriend. I hate calling him that because he's more than that to me. I know he's always right beside me. I know that no matter what the situation is, he's someone I can count on. Then, I have the group of people I thought were my friends. The people that I used to talk to and hang out with. The people who were really nice and didn't seem to mind that we were "friends". Those are the same people who talk behind my back. They are the ones that always hated me all along, but would just put on a face and pretend that we were friends.
I'm a very sensitive person. I can cry at the drop of a hat. If I'm watching a movie and a squirrel dies, the water works turn on. If someone doesn't like me, I would take it much better if they just tell me. Finding out that, for the past few years, I have been majorly disliked by a whole group of people, isn't something that I just roll off of my shoulders. It doesn't feel good.
Like I said, I have my friends. I have my family. I have been blessed with having a family across the street that are both my friends and family. If one person doesn't like me; big deal. If one hundred people don't like me; big deal. God has given me everyone I need in my life and I am so thankful.
A few weekends ago, a group of us went camping. We've gone every October for the past few years and it's always been a good time. This year seemed to be different. I have friends. I have people that I know I can talk to and I know they will listen, even if they don't understand. I have a best friend. I know I can go to her with anything and I know she won't go anywhere. I have a boyfriend. I hate calling him that because he's more than that to me. I know he's always right beside me. I know that no matter what the situation is, he's someone I can count on. Then, I have the group of people I thought were my friends. The people that I used to talk to and hang out with. The people who were really nice and didn't seem to mind that we were "friends". Those are the same people who talk behind my back. They are the ones that always hated me all along, but would just put on a face and pretend that we were friends.
I'm a very sensitive person. I can cry at the drop of a hat. If I'm watching a movie and a squirrel dies, the water works turn on. If someone doesn't like me, I would take it much better if they just tell me. Finding out that, for the past few years, I have been majorly disliked by a whole group of people, isn't something that I just roll off of my shoulders. It doesn't feel good.
Like I said, I have my friends. I have my family. I have been blessed with having a family across the street that are both my friends and family. If one person doesn't like me; big deal. If one hundred people don't like me; big deal. God has given me everyone I need in my life and I am so thankful.
Thursday, November 17, 2011
1 Year. 7 Months.
Today, Sebastian and I have been together for a year and seven months. To some, that seems like a long time. To others, it seems like nothing at all. To us? To us, it's still just the beginning.
We "dated" in 2009 for a couple of weeks. It was an end of summer fling for me; It was more than that to him. Neither of us had dated anyone before, so holding hands and all that jazz was new to both of us. We didn't know each other too well, but that didn't seem to matter.
I was immature and ended what had started after one week. We kept talking though, so it wasn't completely over. Eventually, we died out. It didn't really phase me, but I had broken his heart.
From August to March, I didn't talk to him at all. It wasn't until he had started to like my friend that I got jealous. It surprised me, but he was mine. I wasn't okay with him trying to get into another relationship...especially with MY friend. That's when it all began...again.
On April 8th, 2010 {I think} , we went to a Skillet concert with my brother, sister-in-law, and cousin. We weren't dating, but we were getting closer. He bought me a shirt that I wanted. It said, "I feel like a monster" :).
That night did us in. April 14th, we held each other hand for the first time in 8 months. April 17th, we were official.
I wouldn't trade anything in the world for what we have. I'm going to marry this boy one day and share my life with him forever. I can't wait to see what God has in store for us. :)
We "dated" in 2009 for a couple of weeks. It was an end of summer fling for me; It was more than that to him. Neither of us had dated anyone before, so holding hands and all that jazz was new to both of us. We didn't know each other too well, but that didn't seem to matter.
I was immature and ended what had started after one week. We kept talking though, so it wasn't completely over. Eventually, we died out. It didn't really phase me, but I had broken his heart.
From August to March, I didn't talk to him at all. It wasn't until he had started to like my friend that I got jealous. It surprised me, but he was mine. I wasn't okay with him trying to get into another relationship...especially with MY friend. That's when it all began...again.
On April 8th, 2010 {I think} , we went to a Skillet concert with my brother, sister-in-law, and cousin. We weren't dating, but we were getting closer. He bought me a shirt that I wanted. It said, "I feel like a monster" :).
That night did us in. April 14th, we held each other hand for the first time in 8 months. April 17th, we were official.
I wouldn't trade anything in the world for what we have. I'm going to marry this boy one day and share my life with him forever. I can't wait to see what God has in store for us. :)
Thursday, November 3, 2011
Halloween
My family has never been one to celebrate Halloween. My brothers and I were never allowed to trick-or-treat and we only passed out candy a few times. Normally, we would lock up the house and go see a movie. More recently, we've been camping with our favorite family and friends, but this year it was changed.
The past few years our church has had a Harvest Party on the 31st. Like I said, I've always been camping, so I've never really been able to help at any. This year was different. I spent all day setting up tables and carving pumpkins awaiting the children's arrival. It was fun.
As the hours past, kids started to come in. There was a ninja, a rock star, Little Red Riding Hood, Dorothy; We had it all. From Hide and Seek to hay rides, the kids loved it. In my opinion, harvest parties are much more fun than trunk or treating. The idea of walking around a parking lot, getting candy, and leaving just doesn't sound appealing. Fortunately, I'm too old for all of it. :)
After the party, me and my sisters {yes, they're all my sisters} went to Chick-Fil-A to see our other sister {again, don't question it} who was working. She was dressed up as Robin Hood and needed to be seen. While we were there, everyone got a little...tired? I'm not sure what you would call it. They were making some of the weirdest jokes I had ever heard.
"Ya know, you don't have any off the wall poses."
"Well, technically she does because she isn't touching the wall..."
She was tired. :) All together, it was a very good day.
The past few years our church has had a Harvest Party on the 31st. Like I said, I've always been camping, so I've never really been able to help at any. This year was different. I spent all day setting up tables and carving pumpkins awaiting the children's arrival. It was fun.
As the hours past, kids started to come in. There was a ninja, a rock star, Little Red Riding Hood, Dorothy; We had it all. From Hide and Seek to hay rides, the kids loved it. In my opinion, harvest parties are much more fun than trunk or treating. The idea of walking around a parking lot, getting candy, and leaving just doesn't sound appealing. Fortunately, I'm too old for all of it. :)
After the party, me and my sisters {yes, they're all my sisters} went to Chick-Fil-A to see our other sister {again, don't question it} who was working. She was dressed up as Robin Hood and needed to be seen. While we were there, everyone got a little...tired? I'm not sure what you would call it. They were making some of the weirdest jokes I had ever heard.
"Ya know, you don't have any off the wall poses."
"Well, technically she does because she isn't touching the wall..."
She was tired. :) All together, it was a very good day.
Saturday, October 29, 2011
A Family Like Mine
I have been blessed with having the greatest family on this planet. I've grown up in a good Christian home and I've never had to experience the things that typically go on otherwise. I take for granted sometimes how much God has really given me.
My parents are quite possibly the most loving and caring people you will ever meet. God has given them a gift of being so welcoming to anyone they come across. Growing up, my parents took all of our friends in as their own kids. Everyone at church would walk around saying they were adopted into our family. Were my parents taking over and trying to be their mom and day? Of course not, but it always made kids feel good to know they had my parents to fall back on.
They're aren't many people who are as realistic as my dad. In our house, my mom's the dreamer and my dad's the one who brings her back down from the clouds. I'm not saying he spoils everything and we live a very boring life because of it, I'm just saying that he's smart; very smart. God has given him more wisdom than anyone I know. He's a leader. He's funny. He's blessed.
My mom is a good person to talk to. My dad is too, but like I said, he'll tell you how it is while my mom sympothizes with you a little bit first. She makes things happen. She pulls things together when it's coming apart. All those people I was talking about, they wouldn't have gotten through certain things without my mom. She has a gift.
So, as you can see, I've grown up in the best house there is. My brothers are loving and more protective than anyone wants to find out. My parent's have led us in the way of the Lord since birth. Now a day, so many parents are much more concerned about being 'cool' that they forget about teaching their kids how important Christ is. That wasn't the case in my house.
I thank God everyday for giving me the family that He did.
Monday, October 24, 2011
A Best Friend
I'm not sure how it is for boys {I'm not one}, but I can tell you how growing up is for a girl. Atleast for me, my best friend has always been important.
For a girl, they become very close to their best friend. They play together after school and eat dinner at each other's houses. Their parents adopt your best friend as their own child and you're tempted to call them 'mom and dad'. On weekends, you knew you were having a sleepover with your best friend. During the summer, it wasn't a question of if there would be a slumber party, but where it would be that night; your house or hers. All too soon, you start to grow up. You're no longer getting home from school and running across the street to see if your best friend can play. You still talk to her every night, but you may not see her every day. It seems like life starts getting in the way of the most important friendship you have. Before you know it, a boy comes into the picture. Even still, you have a boyfriend and you have a best friend. You would tell the boy you were busy because you were hanging out with your best friend. You would find out news you weren't suppose to tell anyone and you would run straight to the girl you've grown up with to let it all out. In a matter of months, you fall in love with that boy. He becomes your life and you want to be with him every moment of the day. You realize he's the one you want to marry and spend forever with. Suddenly, your boyfriend becomes your best friend. He's the one you're with everyday. He's the one you talk to most. It starts to seem like that best friend you've had for so long doesn't matter anymore.
Katie Nowak has been my best friend since I was 8 years old. She's the person I've always been closest to. A little bit over a year and a half ago, I started dating Sebastian. At first, it wasn't too big of a deal. I had my best friend time and I had my boyfriend time. Eventually, the boyfriend time grew and the best friend time lessened. After a few months, Sebastian was all I cared about. It was hard for me to do something if he wasn't able to go too. Some people call it obbsession or what not, I call it love. Everyone started to think Katie wasn't important anymore {maybe even Katie}.
Unless God has other plans, I'm going to marry Sebastian one day. I'm going to be with him forever and we will grow old together. On the other hand, Katie Nowak will always be my best friend. There may be a boy in my life and I may not see her as much, but there is nothing that could make her any less important to me. She will be my maid of honor, my children's aunt, and, if dreams come true, she and I will be sitting in our rocking chairs right next to each other in the nursing home. I have so many memories with her and we will continue making them. I love her like she were my family and I could never see my life without her in it.
God gave me the best when He gave me Katie Nowak.
For a girl, they become very close to their best friend. They play together after school and eat dinner at each other's houses. Their parents adopt your best friend as their own child and you're tempted to call them 'mom and dad'. On weekends, you knew you were having a sleepover with your best friend. During the summer, it wasn't a question of if there would be a slumber party, but where it would be that night; your house or hers. All too soon, you start to grow up. You're no longer getting home from school and running across the street to see if your best friend can play. You still talk to her every night, but you may not see her every day. It seems like life starts getting in the way of the most important friendship you have. Before you know it, a boy comes into the picture. Even still, you have a boyfriend and you have a best friend. You would tell the boy you were busy because you were hanging out with your best friend. You would find out news you weren't suppose to tell anyone and you would run straight to the girl you've grown up with to let it all out. In a matter of months, you fall in love with that boy. He becomes your life and you want to be with him every moment of the day. You realize he's the one you want to marry and spend forever with. Suddenly, your boyfriend becomes your best friend. He's the one you're with everyday. He's the one you talk to most. It starts to seem like that best friend you've had for so long doesn't matter anymore.
Katie Nowak has been my best friend since I was 8 years old. She's the person I've always been closest to. A little bit over a year and a half ago, I started dating Sebastian. At first, it wasn't too big of a deal. I had my best friend time and I had my boyfriend time. Eventually, the boyfriend time grew and the best friend time lessened. After a few months, Sebastian was all I cared about. It was hard for me to do something if he wasn't able to go too. Some people call it obbsession or what not, I call it love. Everyone started to think Katie wasn't important anymore {maybe even Katie}.
Unless God has other plans, I'm going to marry Sebastian one day. I'm going to be with him forever and we will grow old together. On the other hand, Katie Nowak will always be my best friend. There may be a boy in my life and I may not see her as much, but there is nothing that could make her any less important to me. She will be my maid of honor, my children's aunt, and, if dreams come true, she and I will be sitting in our rocking chairs right next to each other in the nursing home. I have so many memories with her and we will continue making them. I love her like she were my family and I could never see my life without her in it.
God gave me the best when He gave me Katie Nowak.
Saturday, October 22, 2011
The Tide
Tonight, Sebastian and I thought it would be nice to ride The Tide {a light rail} down to MacArthur Mall to have dinner. When we were pulling into the parking lot, the train was pulling up. We parked and ran up to the station. As we were walking up the ramp, the train pulled off. We thought that we would probably have to wait, so neither of us were upset about it. We were together, so we were good. :)
We stopped a half a dozen times before we arrived at the mall. We wanted to walk around a bit before we ate, so off we went. Hand in hand, we jay-walked a couple of times before getting to the mall entrance. After making our way up the stairs and through the Apple Store, we decided it was time to eat. Max and Erma's sounded good to us. We went, had a mini photo shoot, got our soup, ate our soup, got our salad, sent Sebastian's back, got a new one, ate that, and paid. Then, it was time to go.
By the time we left, the mall had closed. Therefor, we went out a different entrance and went to a different train station. We knew it would be coming soon, so we hurried over to buy our tickets in enough time. There were five other people there already waiting when we went up the ramp. We were waiting for our tickets to come out of the kiosk machine when The Tide rolled up. The tickets came out, we turned to get on the train, the doors shut, and the train left. We were standing there confused. It was there for 7 seconds max. After calling my dad to ask if he would talk to someone important and tell them how rude the encounter was {I dream big}, Sebastian and I picked our corner to wait in. We thought nothing else could possibly happen. After about a 25 minute wait, we saw the next train turn the corner and head our way.
Finally, we were home bound. We sat down excitedly knowing we were so close to being in our car again. As the train pulled off, a man came on the intercom and informed everyone that we would have to get off at the Norfolk State University station because that train was done running for the night. Great. Not only would we have to do more waiting, but it was almost 10:00 at night and NSU wasn't the safest place to be. I called my dad and he said to go ahead since they would probably have another train ready to pick us up. The man said we wouldn't have to wait more than 5 minutes, so we went ahead with the rest of the group.
When we arrived at our forced stop, everyone got off to wait for the next train. After the promised 5 minutes had passed, Sebastian and I began to sing. Just a Kiss by Lady Antebellum is one of our favorite songs, so we started off singing that. We were quiet and people we so scattered that no one would hear us. Once we were done, we wanted to sing something else. A few people had looked over at us and we thought that if people were going to listen, we wanted to be sharing the message of Jesus Christ, not how much we love each other. We sang a couple of VBS songs and then sang Amazing Grace. There was something about knowing someone could be listening that made me feel wonderful inside. Everyone needs to hear about Jesus. :)
About 15 minutes later, the train came and took us to our stop. We walked away and promised each other we would never ride The Tide again. It may not be as bad during the day, but our experience wasn't the best. Fortunately, I had the love of my life that made the whole night worth it.
Bergey's Dairy
Last night, we went with Sebastian's church youth group to Bergey's Dairy. It's a farm. It looks like a farm and smells like a farm. The good ol' country.
I spent the better part of last night with my fantastic boyfriend and pregnant sister-in-law. We got there, waited in a nice long line for a one person bathroom, went on a hay ride, and then it was time for the corn maze.
We went in, took a few wrong turns, and ended up nowhere near a path. We made our way through the blackness and found our way back. After completely failing when it came to the maze, we decided to retire the thought of trying to find all of the stamps and just go back to the campfire.
We sat on bales of hay and watched the flames get higher. Before we left, we sang a hymn and thought about how magnificent our God is.
It was a good night. Although, when I'm with my boy, it's always a good night. :)
Thursday, October 20, 2011
There's Nothing Like Puppy Love
My grandparents' dog had nine puppies last month. They're Red Fox Lab's and the cutest things on earth. One of the puppies was still borne and another one died within the first week, but the ones that are still here are wonderful!
When they were born, they always had to be touching each other and their Momma. It kept them safe and warm. Princess {the Mom} was more protective over her puppies than anyone had ever seen.
At one point, Princess got an infection and wasn't able to nurse, so we bought some bottles and did the job for her. 7 puppies ~ bottle feed ~ every 3 to 4 hours. Can you say exhausted? My grandparents are major troopers!
The puppies are 6 weeks old now and have soft floppy ears. They love to play and be held {which is fortunate for me and Stacey}. Going outside it their favorite thing to do. They go through the little slits in the fence and tease the others who haven't figured out how to do that. They're adventurers.
Not everyone gets the chance to be around small innocent puppies. I'm so glad I'm one who does. :)
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