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So, it's that time in our life. Yup.

It's so hard to be a grown-up sometimes. 

I don't even mean the trials part, because everyone has trials, no matter the age.

It's the whole money thing.

George and will be married for three years this coming October. We weren't planning on buying our first home until he graduates from Masters school in a year and a half. At that time we would go wherever her gets a good job, buy a house and settle down for a while. Maybe even start a family if I feel tickled enough to. (We'll see about that one . . .) Anyway, we've been looking at buying a home, but all I can see in front of my two eyeballs are dollar signs. I HATE debt and we don't have any (other than masters school loans, but who can pay for that out of pocket, really? We're not Bill Gates.)

I know it's stupid to be stressed out about money and buying a home. First world problems, much?

Don't get me wrong, we are so so so blessed. 

It's just a BIG decision. And we are so worried about making a mistake.

We went out with a Buyers Agent today (by the way, if you're looking to buy a home I highly suggest one. They can get into any house and they are free for time.) and found a house. I didn't expect to find a home. WHAT??? 

It's amazing what life steers your way.I thought we'd be in this apartment for two years. Who knows? 

We plan on deciding in a few days. I guess only time will tell. 

Home sweet home, or not?

Georgia on My Mind

It's a rainy day outside. Which is just fabulous. I love rainy days when you get to stay in bed all day. Although, I'm in bed all day because I'm sick . . . yet again. But I'm trying to look on the bright side!
I've been on this health kick since we moved here. Trying to exercise more regularly, eat better, take my vitamins/probiotics, get time outside and getting the right amount of sleep. But for some reason I just can't shake the sick bug! This is the fifth or sixth time I've been sick since we've moved out here. It's been seven months! Totally ridiculous, right?

Maybe it's because I work in kid's mouths all day or that I have horrible allergies and moving here has made them worse. Or maybe it's my lot in life. But I refuse to let it get me down!

So many good things are happening right now in my life and I am so blessed to be able to say that! I ended up going to the doctors yesterday at which I was reminding myself how thankful I am to live in a first world country with sanitary doctor's offices and modern medicine. (Even though I ended up getting a shot in my hip and almost passing out cuase I HATE needles and causing a huge fiasco - so embarrassing . . .) But, wow! There are so many things to be thankful for.

Let me be honest. George and I aren't all too keen on Georgia as a place to live forever. But we have been very open to taking advantage of experiencing this new place! The beach, the amazing storms and frequent rain we love so much. Historic Downtown Savannah is so close and so charming. Change is never easy. And although I adapt well and I love the idea of change, when it actually happens I get so freaking stressed out, I sometimes forget to enjoy the ride.

Besides the bugs, humidity, hot hot hot summer, and did I say bugs? There' s not much to complain about! So excuse me while I enjoy this rain storm. Because if, in a few years, we do make it home, I'll be saying how much I miss Georgia. Wonderful, hot, smelly Georgia. ;)

Life

George and I are sitting here watching our favorite movie -- The Secret Life of Walter Mitty -- and I can't help but think about my life.
I have wanted to travel the world and experience it for all it has to offer since I was a little girl. I have surpassed so many opportunities to do so because life steered me in another direction . . . and then another . . . and another . . . and another . . . anyway.
I am happy. So happy. And so very blessed.
But the heart always goes wanting. Especially when it has a thirst for wanderlust.
My dear dear husband knows how important travel is to me. He is working on getting an education in order to get a job to earn some money in order to provide for my needs as well as all the dreams I have inside my head. Too many dreams. haha
I think, sometimes, we get caught up so much in what we want, that we lose track of what is most important, or we surpass other opportunities for growth and learning.
Blessed as I am, I have chosen the right path for me, but sometimes I go spending five dollars here or twenty dollars there and think 'Awe, man! I could've put that toward our travel money!' But there are so many wants that are closer in reach. Sometimes it's hard to decide what we want more.
Thankfully the Lord has my back (and yours) and always reminds me what's most important.
Maybe someday I'll get that couch, or I'll taste that fresh Italian pastry whilst sitting on the steps of the Colosseum. But, for now, my adventure is here, in Georgia, with George (hehe . . .).
So for now I'll keep looking at my vision board. And then I'll look at my dream man. And I'll be thankful that at least one thing is for sure; when I get that new couch, or breath in that French breeze on the top of the Eiffel Tower, I'll be sharing it with the one thing that matters most . . .
My love.
My life.

It's My Party and I'll Eat Cake if I Want To!

Sup Kids?

Seriously, though, hey. :)

This is Cass comin' to you live from her love seat on the last day of her 21 year old life!

I'm about to turn 22! Paaaaartay!

I love birthdays. Not just mine, although any excuse to eat a brownie in my honor is by all means my pleasure. For real though, birthdays are awesome. Think about it just for one minute. On just one day every year you get to have a day where you have the opportunity to look around and realize how far you've come, and more importantly how far you have to go. And to be thankful for the people who have helped you get where you are, or who helped you realize where you need to be. And to thank God for this amazing opportunity to feel what it feels like to jump in the ocean waves and get salt in your eyes, to stand on top of a mountain and feel the breeze and look over a tiny portion of what he sees every second. To kiss someone and hold someone and eat food, good or bad. To roll the car windows down and sing to your favorite song or cry or laugh or feel so anxious you're going to die.

I am so thankful for tomorrow to celebrate another year of pulling through everything I've been through and taking a breath for myself for one small moment to celebrate the life I've been given.
Life is so short. And already, in the blink of an eye, almost twenty two years of mine has rushed by.
I welcome the next year of my life with open arms. There are still so many things I want to do and to see. Still so many things I want to feel and touch, and so many brownies that still need to make their way to my mouth.

So, tomorrow, for just one second, take a moment to celebrate with me. You don't have to celebrate me, but celebrate you, because you are awesome, and life holds so many possibilities.

Here's to what happens between this years and next years candles . . .
May it be an adventure worth remembering.

Happy Mother's Day

Happy Mother's Day! What a lovely day indeed. I have been blessed with two wonderful women in my life who are amazing examples to me - My mother, and my mother-in-law. Last night George and I were talking about what kind of relationships we have with our mothers. George was saying that I probably looked at his mother as more of a friend. I agreed, but I have to admit I look at my mother the same way! All they are is our best friend. The ones who never fail us, the ones who always stick by us. Or at least, they should. And if you haven't had that kind of mother in your life, I hope there is some woman in your life who mirrors these qualities.
I have been blessed to have shared many laughs, cries, and lots of chocolate with these women. I am glad to call them confidant, advocate, friend, and mother. I hope to one day be as amazing as they are.
I found this jem today. Thought it was worth sharing. It's no wonder I grew up to love red and polka dots. Can I also just say my mother is totally rocking those bangs? Oh, the 90's!

In other news . . . George has officially finished his first semester of Masters School! High five, everyone. YES. This past weekend was a dream because I finally had my husbands full attention. Since we found out we were moving, I have been dying to get out on the town. We went out Friday night with some friends downtown Savannah. It was everything I hoped. We walked along River Street and danced to the music of an acoustic guitarist, we finally got to try the famous Leopold's Ice Cream, and we got to eat at Sweet Melissa's. I'm not supposed to eat ice cream, but I made an exception. It was delightful. So much so I took pictures (honestly, though, are you surprised?).

mmm.....chocolate...

and kisses. :P

Also a few weeks ago we went down "Alligator Alley." Its a part of the National Wildlife Refuge where there are TONS of alligators. It's pretty awesome.

Just chillin. Or warmin. HA! Okay, that wasn't funny, you're right . . .

Welcome to the swamp, kids.

This guy was HUGE. Probably about 20 ft. or so.

I can't get over all this Spanish Moss. It's so . . . charming?

Awe. 

There was a day a few weeks ago we went to Hilton Head beach. We looooove Hilton Head. Capri likes to eat the waves, which ends up in her getting sick, but she's learning to swim, and I'm slowly getting farther and farther out into the water. It's scary to me because we have a Great White migration that comes through, Jellyfish and Stingrays. The water also looks gross, but, the beach is the beach! It's lovely anyway.

Capri was just too cute. We had to take a golf cart from the parking lot. She enjoyed the ride.

Proof we were there too. 

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY to all my fellow ladies out there.

School is for Smarties

Masters school is HARD! Oh my. I say that and I'm not even the one enrolled in classes.
Despite our busy schedules, George and I have been able to get out and about a little bit more than I thought we would. But everything is so expensive!!! Hello world, when did you become full of price tags?
George is so busy. Most nights he either comes home about the time I'm heading to bed (if I'm not already), or he is staying up late trying to get things done. But he's done well! And after this week his first semester of Masters School will be complete!
So. We finally got a kennel for Capri. One fine Sunday we came home from church and she had bit the the toilet water pipe. Darn it! George called our wonderful and handy friend, Jared, to come fix it for us. Luckily the flooding wasn't too bad so we were able to soak it up with some towels. Need I say that we were panicking? No. I dare say I don't. We are so lucky it didn't flood more or we'd probably be paying for new carpet and water damage.
The next day we came home to this . . . it was all over the bathroom floor too. Along with some other stuff . . .

So that's when George finally caved and we got Capri her own little box of space. Let me just say how wonderful it is. There is much less mess when I come home from work and she is more calm. PLUS I don't have the constant urge to buy a spy camera so I can tap in and watch her while I'm away. There were so many days I was afraid she would eat something valuable. And there were so many days she did . . .
But we don't speak of those days.
Anyway. It's finals right now for George so about a week ago he took me out to breakfast downtown on Saturday. That morning was all the time he had to spend with me since his schooling has kind of taken over his life. Anyway, it was wonderful! We ate at Goose Feathers. It is a fun little cafe in the heart of old Savannah. The food was SO GOOD. We had a good time. There are so many hidden treasures downtown, I can't wait to find them all!
This is us . . . AWE.

We also went downtown with our lovely friends, Shannon and Paul, a couple of weeks ago and we had lunch at Vinnie Van Go Go's. It's a super fun outdoor pizza place. Everyone here is crazy about it. Probably because the slices of pizza are bigger than your face.

The smaller slices are the regular size.

We also drove down the charming Jones Street. But we were unable to get out and walk around due to time constraints. I am dying to get myself and my camera down there and do some serious documenting.

Ignore the lady and her dog. 

Also the sunsets - when your in the clear form the trees - have been so beautiful!

George actually asked to have his picture taken. I obviously obliged happily. He NEVER likes his picture taken. So even though you can't see his face. It's the reasoning that makes this picture wonderful. 

Capri is begging for my attention. Kids . . . :P

Have a marvelous Monday.

Sunshine on A Cloudy Day

I am so blessed.
We are so blessed. My little family. You know, the dog and us two.
I sat down to blog a couple of days ago and was unable to finish because some things popped up.
Boy am I glad.
It wasn't a negative post, but I was definitely not in my best spirits.
Since we moved out here, George and I have been through a lot. Our trials are not as heavy as others, but they are large for us. And although it is not to say that our little southern life is perfect, We are finally getting a handle on things. We've made it through this storm, now we are ready to power up for the next.
Life is on a constant cycle. Happiness - Trial - Calm - Happiness - and so forth. The thing is it's like that for everybody. The difference between us is how we handle our trials; who we rely on. That is what makes all the difference.
So, on this sunny Sabbath day, I am going to take the time to count my blessings. Because it's not the trial that matters, it's what you learned and what you do with that knowledge.
And today I am going to take that knowledge and basque in the sunshine.

I failed to blog about George's birthday. He is 25! What?! haha. A quarter of a century. Despite my efforts, I ended up with food poisoning. All night. Not pretty. He took good care of me and ran to walmart at three in the morning for some sickie-food. I surprised him with a homemade ice cream cake later to make up for it. I have the best husband. Excuse his tired eyes in this picture. We obviously didn't get much sleep.

I also . . . drum roll please . . . have a job!!! YAY! Pediatrics Dental Assistant! It will be an adventure. But for some reason it seems I never got my HBV shot, so I had to drive myself to the Health Department and get it all by my lonesome. I was so brave. (BTW: terrified of needles.)

We haven't gotten out and really looked around our new home much because we haven't had time. Or is hasn't been warm. So we've had lots of time indoors. Luckily we've made friends so we haven't gone crazy or gotten very lonely. Thankfully we also have this cutie to keep us company . . .

Capri

Please welcome the newest member of our family, Caprizie. We call her Capri for short. She is so sweet. She will be four months old in two days and brings us so much joy. 

What is it about dogs? They're the coziest friendliest companions. They're loyal. They're everything humans should be. She's our snuggly cutie pie. She's also a crazy woman  

(but don't tell her I told you so). 

We love taking her to the beach. 

Last Saturday was a pretty warm day so we thought we'd check out Hilton Head beach in SC. There were a lot of other dogs there and she played so well. George even got in the water will her a little bit. Everyone could tell we were from somewhere north. Everyone else was in coats, beanies, scarfs, gloves, and here we were running around all crazy in the water. 

Can't wait until the water's warm so we can play some more!

Road Trip

Well, folks, we've been here two weeks and we're not dead yet. Okay, considering recent events that may not have been entirely hilarious. I apologize. Getting here was, well, long. I don't think I could have picked a better word. My wonderful parents took their time and energy to help us move out yonder and we have so appreciated it. But oh my heavens, I'm never doing that again. Granted, it was fun to see places I've never seen before such as Louisiana, Texas, Mississippi, ya know. We were lucky enough to have the opportunity to drive on I10, since George and I are far south enough. This way we were able to skip all the storms. We had some silly things happen along the way. Obviously, or it wouldn't be a road trip. Road trip 101 as from the perspective of Cassady having undergone a 35 hour trip: 1. If you know how far you're driving that day, book your hotel so you don't get the last SMOKING rooms at the Super 8. You WILL DIE. And if you don't, figure it out or heaven help you. 2. Bring M&M's. Always bring M&M's. And if you think you have enough . . . buy more. 3. Get your car heater fixed. It doesn't matter how far south you think you're going. You will have a historical storm come through that will make everything feel like an icebox. Including the inside of your car. 4. Beware of southern drivers. 5. Texas smells . . . and is HUGE and FLAT. 6. Louisiana smells. 7. Georgia . . . smells. Okay, okay. So it wasn't all that bad. After spending the night trying to sleep in an uncleaned (Seriously. Hair all over the tub, floor hadn't been vacuumed.) smoking room. Which, to some people isn't all that bad. And I tried to be grateful for having a bed to sleep in in a warm building, but my gratitude was tested. And I'll admit, it was good for me. Anyway . . . After that sleepless night and driving for what seemed like was forever but was really only half way, we nestled in to this wonderful hotel and a wonderful Mexican restaurant (best Mexican food I've ever had, people.) and played card games and took a little break. I then counted my blessings. Moving here wasn't easy. And it hasn't been easy since we got here, either. But life isn't easy. It never has been. But we have what we need. We are happy. And I got my M&M's. Life is good. Even when you get into a car wreck and have to go to the bathroom but can't because your strapped to a stretcher and you think you're going to die and you can't decide which is worse, the pain in your head, or having to hold it for a half hour without being able to cross your legs but because of the car accident your car is totaled and you miss your movie and can't touch your head for a week and it hurts to move and sit and lay down and stand and then you get home from the hospital at two in the morning only to realize the tow truck took your keys and your car whilst you and your husband were trying to figure out if you should go to the hospital and you're locked out and you're really P.O.'d and all you do is cry because you just moved so far from everything familiar and then you realize it's okay because you're alive and breathing and have a home to go to, even if you are locked out until the ER key guy gets there . . . (Deep breath.) Yes, folks, even then . . . life is good. Anyway. We are loving Georgia so far. The people are nice. The trees are nice. The apartment is nice. And although the smell might not be so nice. For now, it's our home. Our wonderful, swampy, green home.

Here's to The New Year

Soooo. Here we are. I haven't really felt like I've had a purpose to blog in a long time, nothing to say worth reading. But here I am, standing by George's side, awaiting our first big adventure. Neither of us saw it coming. I feel like some of the biggest things in life, you don't, they kind of just creep up on you. Well here's to a Happy NewYear starting off fresh . . . In Georgia. 

A few months ago George started applying to graduate programs. We were pretty sure we were going to Texas and then one day this random school popped up and George called me up and said "I know it sounds strange but this is the school. This is where we're going." Of course I rolled my eyes and about six weeks later here we are! It's amazing how your entire life can fit into one little trailer. 

So here's to embracing new things in this new year. Here's to big and ventures, and small ones. Here's to loved ones, new, old, an the ones we don't know yet. Here's to being closer to one sibling. Here's to no real goodbye because families are forever. And here's to George and Me living it up in good old Georgia. Savannah, ready or not, here we come!!!

Realism

Life is a rush. It rushes by so fast and all we get to do is blink and breath a little and WOOSH! It's over.

Lately I've felt like I'm in a haze. All I do is

Eat

Take care of husband

Take care of everyone else

Work

Sleep

Repeat

Really I'm not complaining. I'm just saying that here I am, standing on this segment of my life's map, waiting for my next big move and . . . Nothin. 

Life moves past me in a rush of the wind and I haven't done anything yet. I haven't moved.

Still here. Same old me.

And these past couple weeks I've been so blaaaaah and down because I thought that was a bad thing.

But is it? 

Staying in one spot for long isn't bad. Being imbalanced for a some time isn't always bad. 

It's finding that balance and finding what you need to move on that's important.

So, for now, I've decided to try and enjoy where I'm at, bask in the sunlight, hang my coat up, and stay a while. 

Every Little Bit Counts

Okay so we all know I'm a girl with way too many clothes in my closet. I have given away countless garbage bags to the DI and to random people in my life. It has come for the time to once again clean out my closet. I don't have much to throw out but I have some. 

Soooo....I have finally decided to clean out my lovely closet once again. 

I am so sick of handing my clothes in to places like Platoe's Closet, etc. because you don't get your fair share of the worth of the clothes. I always feel ripped off.

There is a site called Threadflip. It is a second hand consignment website. You get 80% of what you sell. I have joined in hopes of making a little extra dough. We will see how it goes. But I wanted anyone to know about it who wants to. I'm interested to see if this works. If you want to follow me on there my name is CassaD. That's all.

But you know me . . . anything with clothes in the subject calls my name . . . .

In and Out xoxoa

Cass

http://www.threadflip.com

Wicked

Last night was one of the most life-changing experiences. I have this thing called a Bucket List. And all of my most precious dreams are on it. Okay, well, not all of them  because some of them are impossible and wouldn't come true lest I otherwise go back and change my past, which I can't....sooo....anyway. 

I have wanted to see the Broadway Musical "Wicked" since I was about seven years old. I have had all the songs memorized for years. I used the songs for try-outs and recitals. Sounds obsessive, I know. But seriously. 

I have been begging George to go with me since I've known it would be in SLC. I caved on Thursday and called the theater and got tickets. I decided sometimes you may not have the money right that second, but life experiences are sometimes worth it. You sometimes need to take a leap, bask in your dreams, and figure it out later. The entire time my heart was beating so fast and I was totally sucked in the show. George tried to hand my water and treats during it, but I was in a daze. So incredibly happy to be there. The entire time I kept thinking "I can't believe I'm here!!!" It was all over waaaay too fast. 

And can I just say how glad I am that we followed through? I will go again someday. It was so amazing. I always wanted to be in musical theater and it made me wish I had taken the chance long ago when I had it. But I was too shy and I didn't have enough self confidence. So now I will belt in my shower and act in front of my mirror like a weirdie and enjoy my life to the fullest, sitting in my box seats, pretending to be a part of what's in front of me. 

I'm happy to say that these songs will be stuck in my head for the next couple weeks. And that I will be dreaming of this for a while. 

George thought it was "Just OK" and that it was "Geared towards girls." What does he know anyway? I know plenty of men that loved it. And considering he is the type of  guy that likes that kind of thing I was rather surprised. But oh well. Not every man is the like. 

It reminded me how important it is that we stay true to ourselves, despite what others may think of us or what we think we may want in life. And a many other things. . . but we will leave that for later. 

July 4th

I found this year that I enjoyed the fourth much more than usual. I am realizing that I am a traditionalist. I am all about the heat and large crowds watching a bunch of people wave as they march or "float" by just to get a kick out of it. I love how everyone wears those cheesy grandpa shirts with the American Flag on them and how hicks look more hick-ish in their painted American Flag short shorts and Muscle shirts with some clever wordage on the front about the second amendment (I'm totally respectively being stereotypical here. To each their own.)

The best part of the whole day is at the end...when everyone is dead beat from all the heat and delicious eats and you spread out a blanket and stare into the smokey sky and watch a bunch of spontaneous combustion debut. 

This year I felt a tremendous appreciation for our founding fathers and the "original" Americans who fought for their freedom so we can practice religion and protect our families. It is a wonderful thing. Our founding father's weren't perfect, but hey, who is? (besides Jesus, of course.) But they created something amazing and I believe we should hold to the truths and the freedoms they founded. It's a harsh world, full of harsh people. I'm just glad that we still have at least one day a year that (is supposed to) remind us who we are, what this country used to stand for, and where we came from. Be proud to wear the red, white and blue. Because, in different ways, but true none the less, the flag was forged through smokey skies of spontaneous combustion and sweaty crowds of people (not a parade, no, but a war). Thank goodness my ancestors cared enough about me to fight for what was right.

Some of my favorite things about July...

The Air Show. It was great to be there with my Grandparents. My grandpa worked on planes at Hill.

Fresh raspberries in my parent's back yard.

Volleyball with the fam. (Too bad we couldn't get everyone up and playing this year.)

My parent's back yard. It's gorgeous and I miss my summer days out there. The ditch was running on the fourth and the kids got to play in it. 

And to finish the day off, an amazing sunset. 

Summer nights. Need I say more?

XOXO

Cass

Construction Zone

YAAAY! My construction is finally done here. I feel pretty good about this one. I think I finally have edited this domain to the way I like it and in a way that expresses me. We shall see....I like change...haha. So, enjoy for now!
XOXO
CASS

Daughter of A King

About two weeks ago I had the opportunity to put into action all my hard work and planning and go to girls camp! I looped girls camp growing up and I got a tast of being camp director last year at stake camp. But this year it was all up to me. And my assistant of course. But it was so overwhelming to have all the responsibility! Haha
We had so much fun.  When it was spiritual it was really strong. And when it was free time we had a ball.
One activity the girls especially liked was using the licorice to pass off our knots.

We had a little too much fun decorating the place...

Turns Legolas was our knight in shining armor for the week. Our theme was "Daughter of A King."
The cabin was perfect. It rained almost the whole time so we were all super glad we weren't in tents. Especially after I forced them to hike in the rain....they were not happy. Haha But they all laughed when it was me who slid down the hill of mud and not them. :P We related the experience to getting to the temple. And how sometimes you have to watch where you're going to make it to your destination. They were all happy to listen once they were all in dry clothes.

The sign said "welcome princesses." We thought it was very fitting. We were so cheesy I think our girls wanted to punch us in the face. But they were good sports nonetheless.

I used a bunch of the "keep calm" phrases. After having a brain overload I thought myself rather clever and gave myself a pat on the back. Haha

These were our gifts. We took this idea from the "Worth Waiting For" video by Jenny Phillips. If you haven't seen it look it up on youtube. I get teary-eyed ever time! Haha it's mostly about waiting to get to the temple before you have sex and other things but we applied it to everything. We gave them their favorite drinks and they could choose to have that or wait until the end of girls camp and get what was in the bags. Luckily they all chose to wait and they got their drinks and a crown charm necklace. It was fun. :)

These are the cute and outs I made on the computer with the help of Microsoft word and google. Haha the fire one isn't mine though. I can't take credit for that brilliance.
We had so many handouts and so much candy. Haha it was so fun. We were WIERED!
Wish I had gotten a better picture of them though. I was mighty clever......at least so I thought.
Because I'm so close the the girls in age it made it easier for me to connect with them. And because I have been in the branch for two years and they know me it was even more fun. I wish I had gotten more pictures of them and everything we did. The young women of this day and age have to be so strong. They are mighty in the hands of God and I grew such love for them while preparing for and being at camp.
I had prepared the whole schedule for those couple days and when I got there God decided to guide me to not even follow my schedule. My friend said I did the work and then He fixed it. Haha so true. He always knows what's best.
For testimony meeting we couldn't go outside because of the rain and we did it a lot earlier in the day. It wasn't like a normal utah testimony meeting. Ours only lasted about fifteen minutes. Almost everyone shared, and no one cried. But the spirit was very strong. His presence was unmistakable. And considering some of the homes my girls are growing up in, I was thankful for whatever spirituality they could find.
Instead of making them stand we gave them tea lights in a jar. When they were ready to talk they light it and held it for everyone to see. It made it less scary I think. I think we will do that again.

I'm thankful to know that I am a Daughter of A King. And to have my prince who swept me off my feet to our "castle." I'm living my happily ever after.
Over all. Girls camp mission accomplished I think.
Over and out.

Thinking at Midnight

There was a time when I loved to write. 
And I wasn't afraid of the keyboard. 
But now days it glares at me. 
No sympathy for my lack of otherwise 
Put off skills (what's left of them anyway). 
I have, for a long time now, wished to find
A hobby. One I could do that wouldn't cost 
Much and I could make time for.
So beware keyboard! Wipe way that scoul
Of yours! It's time to turn on the old creativity
Button.  And, watch out!!!
It's been deprived....

Faith Trust and a Little Bit of Laughter

Life is nuts.

Seriously though. It is so crazy! It goes by too fast and there is too much to do and not enough time!

Lately I have been learning to laugh. Faith, Trust, and not pixy dust, but Laughter. 

Laughter. Laughter. Laughter. 

It is, to me, one of the things that makes life worth living, all the funny things, all the times you get to enjoy. 

George and I have been in a bad rut lately and yesterday a whole bunch of things went all wrong.

So I decided to start laughing at things. I'm not perfect at it. But I'm working on it.

They say that laughter makes you live longer. 

And so be it! Why not live a long time when you can enjoy yourself more and more?

So laugh more. 

Doctors orders.   

L.O.V.E.

Love is a strange thing.

It makes people crazy, it makes people want to barf,it brings out the worst in someone, and it may even make you stop wanting to read my post just by reading the heading. But it also brings out the best in others. And it can provide strength and hope when nothing else can, let's admit it, everyone is a sucker for it.

Even you.

Then why is it so complicated?

Because we make it that way. We humans are complicated creatures. Need we admit it or not, it will always be true. Simple minded sometimes, but deep down always complicated to some degree.

Love something not always handled with the best of ones ability. I think it should come wrapped in a sparkly box with instructions and a warning label on it. But, of course, each label would differ in accordance with the relationship.

I think that maybe at one point in my life it would have said, "WARNING: Run while you still can or face the consequences." To some it may have said, "WARNING: Might possibly last forever. Open now and never turn back." But now for me it would say, "WARNING: Handle with care. Expect everything and give everything. Once given you can't take it back."

Which is just fine with me because I'm perfectly happy where I'm at. Luckily. When my love box came in it's sparkly package. That package was delivered by George. And George is easy to love. Lovable, you might say.

Although love is a complicated thing and leaves the whispers of the past ever haunting after you and your hopeful future, it is always the one thing in this earth that keeps you grounded when you feel like you want to fly off and become a wistful bird with no responsibility, and only the clear blue sky ahead to accompany you in your flight.

And maybe not everyone gets to fly before they find it and maybe not everyone gets to find it before they fly. But I found mine first. And now I am going to fly. Where to? I am not quite sure yet.

Sure, maybe I'm only so young. I have my "whole life still ahead of me" as my co-workers would say. And you know what, maybe they're right.

Life isn't always about working and making dinner, cleaning the house, sleeping, and repeat. It's about much more than that. But for now, I have George and our love to keep me grounded. Eventually, when I'm ready, I'll take flight. I'm lucky I have someone to help me realize when the right time will be.

But for now. Work, eat, sleep, repeat. And that's the life. And maybe there isn't much to complain about.

Because I have love.

And even though it is sometimes fragile, or complicated, or always reminding me of things, it's always there.

And that's what keeps me grounded.

Strange, sure. But true...Always.