1. 2. 3. Your Turn

I was tagged with a blog game by miss baily! you can read her blog here! She is a pretty awesome, spunky, crafty writer. Okay, so it is a fairly simple game. I answer these 8 questions, tag 6 of my fellow blog friends, give them some questions to answer and VOILA!! We have a game! So here are my answers//questions. Don't forget to pass it along so we can keep it going.

1. If you were a geometric shape what would you like to be? I would be a star. A little rough around the edges, but always shining.

2. What is your favorite animal and why? I used to be uber fascinated with monkeys. curious george to be in fact. however, as i've gotten older they kinda creap me out. not to mention, they are kinda dangerous little creatures. anywho, I guess I will be cliche and go with dogs. I love golden retrievers and great danes. I will have both one day. But of course my favorite is my fluff of a muffin, miss Tallulah. >> because she is mine of course!

3. What song on the radio right now is currently at the top of your guilty pleasure list? um, quite funny my sister called me and told me this song reminded her of me. but little white church.

4. If you were lost in the forest alone and a bear came up to you, what would you do? have a panic attack, which in turn, led to a massive heart attack

5. In your opinion, what is the most annoying show on tv? SOAP operas. Sorry sister, but they are way overly, I MEAN OVERLY too dramatic. and let's not forget it looks like I taught them their acting skills.

6. What is the strangest thing you've ever eaten? Considering am a pretty/kinda picky eater, nothing too strange comes near me. However, I did think calamari was rather odd with its squirmy, little dangly fried legs hanging there. Just tasted like rubber.

7. What are your thoughts on 2012? new chapter, new beginnings, I can't wait to see what the Lord has waiting for me... whatever that may be.

8. What's the craziest excuse you've came up with to skip work for a day? Well, I'm kinda lame when it comes this question. Nothing ever crazy because I wouldn't be able to tell a lie, so I will just stick to the basic... test tomorrow, stuck somewhere, or sick. :)

okay so here are my buddies i am tagging.
1. The Hall Family
2. The Blackburn Family
3. The Hinton Family
4. Kate and Jake
5. The Swinsick Family
6. Christi's Blog >> Butter Bean and Peanut

and here are my questions for all you ladies.
1. what is your favorite restaurant, what do you order?
2. favorite childhood memory?
3. (only because I love princesses) what princess would you be and why?
4. what is your biggest pet peeve?
5. what is your favorite hobby?
6. if you had a genie for a day, what would your 3 wishes be?
7. what is your favorite movie?
8. what is a quote you like?

got a little CHANGE in my pocket...

No really I don't. It kinda bogs down my pockets and I absolutely cannot stand things in my pockets. But I don't really carry a purse either. I was never a purse collector, I have a few favorites, a few go tos, but I am not a purse person, not a fancy bracelet wearer, or any of the sorts. I used to weigh myself down with chains and chains of long necklaces, and bangles upon bangles of bracelets but for now ill stick with my eternity necklace my mom gave me for my birthday a few years back, because as she said, "I will always be her baby." And my favorite friendship and braided bracelet that I got for 3 dollars at the beach. So no to purses, unless absolutely necessary, instead, I have my trusty key chain zipper pouch that houses all the essentials. Check card. Check. License. Check. Insurance card. Check. Sometimes cash. Check. Oh and keys. Check. And if I don't need my keys, the cards fit quite nicely into my boy's wallet or my bff's totally cute clutch. I know I have some somewhere, but I always forget to dig them out when I need them. Okay so nothing weighing down the pockets, the necks, or the wrists, all a little too much for me. I don't even have pockets on these ever so comfy shorts.

Oh back to that title. Change. That's a funny word. With several meanings. It is all in the eye of the beholder I suppose. Do people really change? Are we able to really deep down whole heartedly, 180 degree change? Or do people just become better or sometimes worse versions of who they are, have always been, who they always will be? Maybe that's all the same question. Because surely someone is always going to have a little bit of who they have always been embedded somewhere in all of that skin, and layers, and tissue, and organs, and stuff. (school is always on my mind). Maybe they do. I do. Sure I have changed. So to answer that, people can change, I think. They sure do have the ability to do so, it is just a matter of want, where, and when. With an emphasis on the want. And sure there are still pieces of me that I have always had, always will have. But I have changed, I am growing, I am always learning, I am constantly thinking and doing. I am ever changing. As long as my core is solid and stable, I think change is a good thing. But it must be a good change in order for it to be considered good, right? My solid foundation will always consist of me loving God with all of my heart, being a child deep down, loving all things pink,princesses, and floral. I love my family, friends, doing for others, laughing too loud, caring way too much, loving unconditionally, crying while watching full house, and sometimes showing that last child syndrome. Sure there is a lot more to me, but those are the basic things that make up a good bit of who I am. I am southern girl, with dreams as big the big blue sky. And I always will be. No matter where I might end up. But I have changed. Sometimes you have to in order to move on, live your life the way you have always dreamed of living it. I still at times have the ability to be naive, but I have learned that not every person is good. So watch out for those bad apples. I am for sure not as passive as I once considered myself to be. I have opinions, and I have a voice. I have changed in knowing that what other people think about you really doesn't and shouldn't matter. Or that is something I am still learning. Its a constant battle. A constant struggle, which goes back to that core of caring way too much. I have changed physically, mentally, and emotionally. But its all just a learning process. I don't trust as easily, I don't judge a book by its cover, and stand up to what I believe. I smile big, act goofy, and remember to never go to bed mad. But that's always been me. And I am no longer afraid to show it. So sure I have changed. I'm not the same person I was in middle school, when I let the bullies do the bullying, and the girls fight their catty fights. And for sure not the same girl from high school, who stood beside someone and got played for a fool...I pulled that knife out of my back a long time ago. >>For the record, God teaches us to forgive. I forgave. God teaches us to love. I love you more than you'll ever know. But he also teaches us that we do not have to be friends, and I never will.<< So yes, I have changed. But I am not a bad person because of it. I am a better person.

dear JOHN.

how i long to meet you. your voice echoes through my ears like the calm of the tide rushing onto the sandy beaches. i could listen to it for hours. even if it is just on my ipod. your voice calms my soul and keeps me at ease, and the stories you tell always hits home. your eyes are as piercing as the golden glow in the afternoon sky..... hahaha. okay okay. i do love some john mayer, but i know i have pretty good keeper here with me. it was just my dear john letter for the day...and this was the first, i don't do this everyday ;) off to pack for the lake tomorrow. couples trip. should be so much fun! can't wait.
sincerely, me.

sleeping Beauty.

here's my sleeping beauty riding in the car today. love.

move it, change it, RE-ARRANGE it

sorry for all the changes. i like to keep it new and fresh, and i just get bored. but i did hang this awesome new picture frame in my room. love it.

PRAYER REQUESTS.

I don't know this family personally but I do know that they need your prayers and love more than ever. David Nelson went to dance with the angels today. You can read about his battle here. It is an incredibly touching and moving journey that is told through the eyes of his wife and 2 small children, with one on the way.

Hello Wednesday!

Hello Wednesday. How are you. Sorry that I have been non-existent. School is overtaking my life, as usual. We had our first test monday....HARD. But I passed. I think that's all that matters, and I hope I now kind of have an idea of what the future tests will look like. Just hard and harder. But as long as I take it one day at a time, I know I will be okay. And as long as I know I can do this, I will do this. I will become a nurse.

I often talk about my dreams and future goals and aspirations. I love dreaming, I love wondering, I love trying to imagine what the future holds. But I forget to remember that we are never promised tomorrow, we don't know what God has for us in our future, and all we have is today. I am so blessed to have dreams and goals but I think it is time to take a step back and just have today. I don't think it will make nursing school any easier, but maybe more manageable. Of course, I still have all of the dreams I have talked about, but for now I think I will concentrate on the present. I will focus on the right now, what's right in front of me, and not get myself worked up over a future I don't even have control over.

Right before our test Monday, our teacher shared with us this poem. So here is my Wednesday words.


The Man who thinks He Can
If you think you are beaten, you are;
If you think you dare not, you don't.
If you'd like to win, but think you can't
It's almost a cinch you won't.
If you think you'll lose, you've lost,
For out in the world we find
Success being with a fellow's will;
It's all in the state of mind.
If you think you're outclassed, you are:
You've got to think high to rise.
You've got to be sure of yourself before
You can ever win a prize.
Life's battles don't always go
To the stronger or faster man,
But soon or late the man who wins
Is the one who thinks he can.

HAPPY HAPPY FATHERS DAY!

THANK YOU DADDY SO MUCH FOR EVERYTHING THAT YOU DO FOR ME! I COULD NEVER EXPRESS, SHOW, FEEL, OR EVER TELL YOU JUST HOW MUCH YOU MEAN TO ME AND HOW GRATEFUL I AM AND WILL ALWAYS BE! I LOVE YOU SO VERY MUCH!

PS: I WROTE THIS POST A WHILE BACK TO MY DADDY, BECAUSE I JUST COULDNT WAIT UNTIL TODAY! READ HERE!

HAPPY anniversary!

Today is the 4th wedding anniversary for my sister and brother in law, Jessica and Jeromy! I am more than honored to have both of them in my life. Here is something that I shared with them at their rehearsal dinner 4 years ago, it was just a little poem I had written called

A Short little something for the Bride and Groom.

It's strange to stand before you
On such a wonderful night
To reminisce about my big sister
Who we all know as the bride.

I know her only as Jessica
Someone special to all
But tomorrow when they walk down the aisle
She'll forever and always be known as Mrs. Hall.

Well of course we go way back
To those infamous childhood days
Those memories were just the beginning
To the new ones about to be made.

You and Jeromy are perfect for one another
Your love reaches beyond your souls
I suppose that it did help a little
That Jess caught on quickly how to say "Roll Tide Roll."

Its an Honor to stand before you
I'm thrilled to be your Maid
I can only wish for pure happiness
In the life you guys will start in just one short day.

The future lies ahead
Remember to always follow your heart
The Lord has great plans for you guys
And this is only the start.
may2006

Wednesday writings

I think taylor swift and I have ESP . I can relate to almost every one of her songs. I know I know, I relate to EVERY sappy love long. Every girl does or has at one point. Or they should have. But even her happy, upbeat songs are excerpts from my life. I do have a few years on her but I can still relate. I feel like her songs were written for me. One in particular of course. Fifteen. I didn't date the football star (until senior year) instead he played baseball. My best friend wasn't a red-headed named Abigail. She had dirty blonde hair and we were like sisters. But the only difference, I don't know her anymore...and at the time I didn't know her as well as I thought. That's okay, and that is another story. A story that's locked up in the past. We forgive and let go. However, the more I listen to the song, the more I feel like it relates to when I was eighteen instead of fifteen. When I was eighteen, I went through some rocky times. I know her song is about being fifteen, and I even said I could relate, but in my head I changed up the words a bit. My life was all glittery and gold too when I was fifteen, just like the song. But at eighteen not so much. I won't go into a story. Ill let the lyrics speak for themselves. When this song first came out, I would sing my version of it to the same tune. It might not fit, but that is okay. So here is my wednesday's words. Here is my writing on a wednesday.

EIGHTEEN.

When you're 18

Your best friend says good bye

Because her world fell down

And we sat and wondered why.

Was it ever so hard

That you couldn't speak a truth

You took the easy way out

The easiest way for you.

When you're 18

You choose life over love

Because at the time it was right

And you chose to rise above

In a moment it all changed

Battle lines were crossed

Fists were raised

And loves were lost.

And when you're 18

Wrong gets even worse

A best friend found the love

And two people brewed a curse.

And when you're 18

It all comes crashing down

Someone's hiding the knife

And someone's on the ground.

Times will never be the same

Because it is just an old memory

It is a past of demons

When you're 18.

Get it together Missy

I don't know if its because its summer time, or my overwhelming love for the sun, but my motivation for this summer is a far cry from what it is supposed to be. I just can't get in the mood to study. And I love my class, my teacher, our lectures, but studying is whole other story and I am just unmotivated. Our first test is less than a week away, and although I am on my study schedule, and following it like I am supposed to, its like pulling teeth to get started. I would so much rather lay out, without a horrible rectangle suntan line on my thighs from the 25 lb book, I would rather sleep late, watch my favorite afternoon shows. Have you ever seen wife swap? Gah, how I love that show. Its so much fun! I don't think I could ever allow those cameras in on my future family and life but some of the people that do are... hilarious. Who knew we had pirates roaming around this earth that started "talk like a pirate day" or the parents who make their children pay for their vacations...and these children are well under 5. I could and do watch that show all the stinkin time. Love it. Where was I, oh yeah, motivation! I have NONE, nada, zilch.... Except for knowing that in less than a year I will be graduated. I will or try to be my own big girl! I have some pretty awesome parents who don't allow me to hit the bottom too hard. Yes, I have worked since I was 16, pay for anything that I WANT, gas, and all the extras...but they have always taken care of me. They are my rocks and I wouldn't have made it this far without them. So in less than a year I get a huge responsibility. I become a person that I have always dreamed about. I know most adults in the real world often say they would love to be back in school. I'm sure I will have that yearning one day but for now I am yearning, cannot wait to be on my own. I know I will not be able to do it all by myself, but to not have to rely on everyone around me sure will be nice. And knowing all of this certainly has brought my dreams and wants back to a realistic level. My mercedes g wagon will have to wait and so will my annual trips to disney world. But to anyone who is reading, I would love love love a trip to disney for graduation!! How much fun would that be? I already have a minnie pin with her as a nurse! So my motivation for the days and weeks ahead of me is waiting on me and is less than a year away!! :) So I guess I will go study some more GI, you know, gastroinstestinal, and I will blog later.

Sunnin' on a Sunday.

Have I mentioned how much I love the SUN? Love the summer? Love laying out? Today a group of us went to lay out, and we had a great time. We had the Garth tunes playing and our bodies just a bakin' in the sun. I am working on my summer glow. And as much as I try not to dwell on the week ahead of me, I know it is going to be a long one. My very first 3rd semester test is next Monday, the 21st. Of course I am nervous. New teacher, new test, new semester, new focus, but same old goals! GRADUATION. With that being said, I took my 25 lb. book to the pool to read all about the lower gastrointestinal system. LAME, I know but I have to study. Sorry for such a boring post but I am pretty drained today. Hope your week starts out wonderfully.

Friday fun quotes

Friendship is like peeing on yourself: everyone can see it, but only you get the warm feeling that it brings.

This little light of mine, I'm going to let it shine.

Everything happens for a reason, you just have to believe.

I believe in pink. I believe laughing is the best calorie burner. I believe in kissing, kissing a lot. I believe in being strong when everything seems to be going wrong. I believe that happy girls are the prettiest girls.

Music's the only thing that makes sense anymore, man. Play it loud enough, it keeps the demons away.

Have faith in your dreams and someday your rainbow will come smiling through. - Cinderella

The House that Built Me

I thought if I could touch this place or feel it,
This brokenness inside of me might start healing,
Out here it's like I'm someone else,
I thought maybe I could find myself,
If I could just come in I swear I'll leave,
Won't take nothin but a memory,
From the house that built me. - miranda lambert

It sat on the corner of Sharon Lane and Tinker Street. A trampoline with blue and green mats sat in the side yard, and the front windows overlooked the street. Trees were scattered throughout the yard, but left just enough room to run with open arms. And it always had plenty of leaves in the fall to build a mound so we could jump in them. It was often described as "homey" and pictures filled the hallways and bookshelves. It had our ecclectic spin on it with big red doors and bathroom wallpaper made out of brown paper bags. (really cute I promise). You could always find flowers blooming on the front porch and under the deck where my mom kept her garden. Hidden under the stairs was my get-a-way hiding place. I could go there if I was on a hidden mission when I was younger. My friends and I would often get kicked out by my Granddaddy because we were giggling too loud or doing stuff we shouldnt have been doing. My favorite time at our house was Christmas time. I remember each and every decoration, where it went, and how it needed to be placed just right on the shelves. The lights twirling around the staircase reminded me of a Christmas Wonderland and I couldn't wait each year so that we could decorate. Would it be crazy if I knocked on the door to ask if I could look around? I really have thought about it.... maybe one day.

I can very much relate to this song. I often use songs as my inspiration. I think it is because I love music so much. I might not know every artist or every song they sing, but I know that music makes me feel good. Music can calm my soul, music can make me cry, and music always warms my heart. I am a sucker for sappy love songs. A big sucker for acoustic, and head over heels in love with john mayer. Obsessed, in love, all the same in my book. ;) not really of course. Yes, I love john mayer, no about that second half of the statement. Okay, back to the song. We moved to hueytown, home of the golden gophers (and yes I said all of that right) way back when in 1990. I was 3 years old. I shared the back room with my sister who was 8 at the time. Sorry sister, I can only imagine how much fun that was. We had extra rooms downstairs, but my Granddaddy lived with us. And that was okay too. I loved him. I often took for granted that house. But many life lessons were learned there. Many hugs were given, and a lot of love was grown. Love ended, tears were shed, but it always made us stronger. I didn't learn how to play guitar in the back bedroom. The back bedroom is where I slept and I still haven't learned to play the guitar. But my first dog was buried in that back yard. We always had animals, multiple animals at our house. So I remember when I got to call my first dog my own. All I remember his name was Dillie. And I remember coming home one day to find another one of the dogs had gotten a hold of Dillie before we got back. Dillie didn't make it. Burying him in the back yard was no easy task, but life went on in the big brick house. A lot of my friends lived down the street so it was nothing to pull out the bicycles and cruise the open trails, before they were sold and houses planted on them. We had tree houses, secret clubs, and even a little business where my favorite twins and I sold stationary. It didn't last very long, but we were happy with that. I loved being that close to everyone, and knowing that everyone has moved away, has completely different lives is heartbreaking at times. That old house is still there, with a new family, and new memories being made. I know my memories are forever imprinted in the heart of that house and I will always remember the house that built me.

TWO feet on the ground.

I have moved 5 times in the last 5 years, went to 2 different schools, had 5 jobs (1 of of almost a year that I hope to have for a very long time), and constantly trying to figure out what I'm going to do next. Its a constant maze with hidden turns, dead ends, and moves that could take you somewhere so unexpected. And normally when I do a maze, I like to start at the end and work my way backwards. In life, you cant really do that. I have to take what life gives me. There is no cheat sheet and no answer on page 72. I don't write for any sort of pity, I write because sometimes I feel like my phone (where I write mostly everything) is the only thing that understands me. I write because sometimes its the only constant I have. Although I have gone through more phones than even I can remember, they have always been my escape, they have always held my secrets and my stories. Sure the world is always turning, it never stops, and changes are ever present. But I would do so much for a little stability. For a small constant. I think when I graduate, which is less than a year away, I will be able to create something like that for myself. I really couldn't even tell you what something like feels like or even what something like that is, but I know I will try. I am always thinking about my future. Sometimes it gets me in trouble, maybe I get too carried away with everything that I envision and sometimes it is a little overboard. I suppose a Mercedes G-Wagon, 4 children, a house on the beach, and an annual trip to Disney World is asking too much. One thing is for sure. I want a constant and stable life. I want both feet on the ground. Hope that isn't too much to ask in this crazy, totally unstable world.

words on a Wednesday.

I am not going to lie. I went all day yesterday thinking it was Wednesday. I had every intention of posting my "Wednesay Words." I guess I am glad I didn't. This isn't a poem, no title, it is just what I had on my mind that day.

more BEACH pictures

this was another day on the beach. the guys had to have their cigars!

the last night we went to adventure island. putt putt was a MUST

the same night we played arcade games... check out our friendship bracelets. then we ended the week at FLORAbama. TOO MUCH FUN

beach. >> PICTURES

this is day one. we went to mikee's (a nice little seafood place) for dinner and it was yummy!

our second day on the beach. i couldn't get enough of the sun. LOVE

this night we went to Live Bait. it had a great band, and we had too much fun.

DeSotos was our dinner of choice this night. LOTS of good times and laughs.

just BREATHE

Baby, isn't that the way that love's supposed to be

I can feel you breathe

Just breathe - Faith Hill

This should be the song of the year. I was listening to it on my ipod on my way home from school today. I understand that its a love song, a pretty good one. But when I first heard it, all I really heard was just breathe. I should tattoo that on my hand or something. For the most part, I think I forget to breathe, I forget to step back and soak it all in. Although I have trouble taking advice, its easier said than done, giving it isn't so bad. And I always say, just step back, look at the whole situation, and figure it out for yourself first. I think I will add just breathe to the list. Sometimes I forget to breathe (not literally of course). I get so caught up in everything around me. I get caught up in school, having 3 tests in one week, thinking about graduation, talking about my future, and starting a list of everything I will have to pay for/buy in ONE year because I will officially be a big girl. Hello, just breathe. Take a breath. Soak it all in. Take it one day at a time. God will not give you anything that you can't handle. So although, breathe is such a sweet love song, I really just like the part when she says just breathe.

THIRD semester

TODAY started third semester of nursing school. that means I will hopefully be finished in LESS than one year. we have a new teacher this time and i can't believe how interesting GI (gastrointestinal) was. call me crazy, but i enjoyed listening. can't wait to start clinicals, and I can't wait for the final on august 13th. Why?? Because on August 14th, I am leaving for our annual family beach trip! woo hoo.

Sunday Funday

How you uh, how you comin' on that novel you're working on? Huh? Gotta a big, uh, big stack of papers there? Gotta, gotta nice litte story you're working on there? Your big novel you've been working on for 3 years? Huh? Gotta, gotta compelling protaganist? Yeah? Gotta obstacle for him to overcome? Huh? Gotta story brewing there? Working on, working on that for quite some time? Huh? Yea, talking about that 3 years ago. Been working on that the whole time? Nice little narrative? Beginning, middle, and end? Some friends become enemies, some enemies become friends? At the end your main character is richer from the experience? Yeah? Yeah? No, no, you deserve some time off. - Stewie

Girls just want to have FUN.

Last night we had a MUCH needed girls night. We started off at Art on the Rocks. >>> really neat little gathering at the birmingham art museum. food, fun, and drinks. Then we went to this awesome swank of a place called Above at Redmont Hotel. The bar was on top on the hotel. We ended up meeting some friends at another place in Lakeview and had a G R E A T time. I wish we had more nights like that to let our down, relax, and dance a little.

Fairytales and Princless Lands

I'm a dreamer. I'm a believer. I'm a lover of all things imagination. Of all things fairytales. I wouldn't call it an obsession. I would just call it something I am very in tuned to about myself. I know I am 23 and maybe my time of being a princess has elapsed. I don't think it has. I don't think it ever will. I mean have you been to Disney World? I am not talking about a princess with Daddy's credit cards or always wanting more more more. I am actually talking about Cinderella. I am talking about Minnie Mouse. I consider her a princess even if Disney didn't trademark her as one. I often find myself drifting off into a land of another. Just my typical daydreams. I strongly believe in fairytales. Every girl should. Maybe not the whole knight in shining armour thing. Maybe he is a knight in khakis and a golf shirt. Maybe he doesn't save me from a real dragon, but the dragons and demons of life. And just maybe my knight has been with me all this time. Who knows. I don't think all fairytales play out like the movies. I mean, most of the movies are the same. There is this couple, somehow they break up or drift apart, and 15 minutes until the end, he or she comes rushing back in to save the day. Its a fairytale. But we don't typically find those in real life. I said not typically, every now and then someone is sure to break that mold. I love princesses. I love the idea of it. Maybe deep down I am a princess. Just not in a giant castle, big blue dress, pumpkin turned into carriage kind of way. For now, I have my hair tied back with a scarf and I am scrubbing the floors, singing with the birds, waiting for the knock on the door for someone to find the match to the missing glass slipper. ;)

we are Home

Its sad to say that I am home from the beach. I can't believe how fast the time went by. I wouldn't have traded one minute of it though. We had a blast. I went with 5 other guys, two of which only stayed half of the week. Growing up with brothers had already prepared me for this excursion. Each night was filled with endless laughs, long stories, and seafood of course. I had the pleasure of reading 3 of the 4 books I took down there. Don't get me wrong, I love the beach, laying out, even throwing the occasional football/frisbee around. The ocean just isn't my thing. However, I did surrender to my fears of stepping on anything that moved and joined the fun. Briefly of course. My post would take forever if I shared everything that happened. Just know we had a great time, and I will get around to uploading the pictures soon!

Just a little girl...

Lost in the moment. I use that saying a lot when I describe myself. Its in the about me section of my twitter profile, favorite quotes on my facebook page, and of course the title to my blog. Way back when I used to grace my presence as a retail worker, one certain song always caught my attention. If you have ever had the pleasure of working retail, then you know the workers have absolute no control over the tunes blasting throughout the speakers. Corporate sends a cd for each month and we are to play that cd, when and only when it is exactly time. Heaven forbid, a district manager, or gaspppp.... a regional manager walk in to hear the wrong tunes. TSK TSK.

Back to the song. Its the show by Lenka. Here is a little piece of the chorus.

I'm just a little girl lost in the moment
I'm so scared but I don't show it
I can't figure it out, it's bringing me down
I know I've got to let it go and just enjoy the show

A lot of times I really do feel like a girl whose is just lost in the moment. Sure, I know what I want 5 years from now, I even know what I want 10 years from now. I know that I want to be a nurse. I know that I want a family with a lot of children. I want dogs running in and out of the house with the wrap-around porch. I even have names picked out for all of the above. And I cannot wait. Nonetheless, I still feel like I am lost in the moment, lost in all the commotion, lost in this big world that never stops turning. I don't think that its a bad thing. Sometimes though I feel like I can barely keep my head above the water and I am hanging on for dear life. I never know which direction life is going to take me next, and mostly I am okay with that. I have an awesome rock as a support system and all I need to keep me afloat.

writings on a Wednesday.

Is that title too lame? I've thought and thought of a good title, and maybe that will change. For now, ill stick to Wednesday as my days of choice to share with you something that I have written. I don't want to start off the week with a downer of poem or end the week that way either. So I will go with Wednesday. Number one, my poems normally are pretty much downers. Like I said before, I find it a lot easier when I have something to write about or if I have had a bad day or something. The one I am going to share with you is not totally true. So please don't think I have written something that has personally happened. Read them more... figuratively. I wanted to write something about me and my girls and a night on the town. It took over from there. Its called I Danced

All the girls are here
My high heels waiting by the door
Here comes the music
And the drinks begin to pour

Oh here's to the night
Where everything felt right
I gave it all to the bottle
And danced away my life.

Standing in front of the mirror
With the flashing of the lights
Maybe ill wake up tomorrow
And everything will be just right

Oh here's to the night
Where everything felt right
I gave it all to the bottle
And danced away my life

Clothes are scattered everywhere
And the makeup covers the lies
But we are all ready now
Ready for the night

Oh here's to the night
Where everything felt right
I gave it all to the bottle
And danced away my life.

The music in the background
Blaring into the crowds
The lights are turning faster
Its all becoming way to loud

Oh here's to the night
Where everything felt right
I gave it all to the bottle
And danced away my life

All the rest is a blur
And I lay on the ground
Sirens are flashing forward
But I hear no sound

Oh here's to the night
Where everything felt right
I gave it all to the bottle
And danced away my life.

I woke up with no memories
Of what came from that day
I danced away my misery
I danced my life away