It's All About My Airman♥

I will never forget the day I met him. We were both in after school program to help us with our homework and bring up our grades. The funny thing is he needed it but I didn't. I know for some reason I signed up to stay after school everyday. That reason changed my life forever. He was the reason I just didn't know it yet. Honestly if it hadn't been for a friend of ours, I would have never told josh I thought he was cute. I was surprisingly shy during that time in my life. Looking back now, it was so cute how we said we were "going out" when all we were doing was being chauffeured around by either his parents or mine. We were middle school sweethearts until he left his best friend come between us. We were both young and needed alot of growing up to do. we stopped talking completely for a year. almost began dating again when I was in the tenth grade but he picked someone else over me and then that very same year we came really close but then I got revenge and chose someone over him. We are even now but I never realized the person I chose would be mean to me. I couldn't even talk to josh or look him without being accused of cheating. I have never cheated and I never will. I know what it feels like and I would never put anyone through that kind of pain. After a year and a couple months of being mistreated I broke it off with the "boy" I chose over him. I ended up back with josh two weeks later and have been with him since. It's obvious to us and our families that were meant to be together. He is the man that I want to spend the rest of my life with and I can not wait to marry him.

Getting ready for Christmas..

Though Halloween is today and we still have Thanksgiving to get through, I'm getting prepared for Christmas. I feel good about getting people gifts this year because I have a job this year and I have been saving up my money. I love giving out presents more than I do receiving them. But trust me I won't argue with people giving me presents. I don't ever complain about what people give me because to me it's the thought that counts and the way I see it they didn't have to get me nothing at all. I just don't understand how some people can gripe about what they get for Christmas. A lot of people don't see how lucky they have it, I mean some kids don't even get a hug for Christmas. So in my point of view people that actually have the time to knit pick about the things that they do get that is just sad. I mean how pathetic can you get? Another thing that gets up under my skin is when people know what you got for Christmas and right before you open it, they tell you what it is. WHO DOES THAT?? That is the very reason I do not and will not ever tell anyone what I got someone else because if I have anything to say or do about they will not ruin Christmas for anybody. I have had someone do that to me when I was little and it was not. Though I know what their gifts were I didn't tell them what their's were because I didn't want to make them feel as awful as they did me.

Leaving For Texas

I've never been so excited about something in my entire life. All this time I've been waiting to see him is about to be all well worth it. I'm leaving tomorrow night and it's going to be a long ride. Every mile we go down the road I get more and more closer to my love. I'm going to sleep so sound tonight knowing that I will be able to see him soon. After graduation he will still be away from me but I will be able to talk to him on a regular basis so it's safe to say that the toughest part is over with. I'm very happy that his parents let me come along, it's makes me feel very important and more like part of the family. I'm so proud of him and everything that he has accomplished. I know that he will continue to push forward with his career and I can not wait to marry him.

if i could choose to have one superpower..

if i could choose to have only one superpower i would choose the ability to change people's emotions. i could make people that are sad all the time very happy and those who are happy be furious at someone. to me it's fun to mess with people and that is what i would be doing all the time if i had this superpower. It amuses me to see someone get really mad at someone (other than me of course) because i think it's funny. On a more sensitive note, i can not bare to be around people that are constantly crying. it breaks my heart to see people unhappy or suffering from any type of emotional pain. a bonus to this ability to change emotions i would be able to change my own emotions whenever i wanted. i would always choose to be happy because i don't like to be sad and i am a very sensitive person so it is very hard for me not to be. i would very rarely choose to be mad because i love to see people's reactions to me being mad at them. i also think that being able to change people's emotions would make life much easier on everyone.

Planking and Owling

Planking and Owling? I mean really? come on, what has the world come to? Apparently people not have anything of value to do with their lives anymore. I absolutely think these are some of the dumbest past times I have ever heard of. I don't see the fun in it or a purpose. I never thought that people would stoop that low or become that bored. I just don't understand people. I have come to realize that one of my pet peeves is people and their stupidity. Nobody cares how high, unique, or dangerous your plank or owl is. It's still the most annoying thing on the planet. I believe that most people that do this have nothing better to do with their spare time and have no life. If people actually believe that this will make people think they are cool or like them more they are highly mistaken.. if you do stupid things people are going to think you are stupid. I have never had the urge to do this and I surely never will.

I can't believe I was ever intimidated by

There are many things that I have been afraid of throughout my childhood and many of those fears I have never out grew. Out of all the things I am or use to be afraid of I can't believe I was ever intimidated by the man in the big red suit.. yes, when I was little I use to be scared of Santa Claus. Don't get me wrong I enjoyed everything about christmas, from the gifts to the cartoon specials, I was just completely terrified of Santa. Every year my mother would take me to get my picture made with the jolly old man and I was just not going to have it. I would kick and scream until she would pick me back up and hold me while she stood beside him for me to have my photo taken. Obviously I didn't think he was so "jolly". I couldn't figure out what everybody thought was so great about him. I mean I know I was a little kid but I just knew that it was unnatural for an old man to dress in a red and white suit and on top of that he sits there in his big old chair waiting on little kids to sit in his lap to tell him what they want for Christmas. Now, tell me do you see something wrong here? That's the way I saw him when I was little but now I am no longer intimidated by him. I stopped believing in him before I went to middle school. Knowing he isn't a real person and that's what help me over come my fear. Even though I know longer believe in him, I understand why a kid would be frightened of him.

I'm writing this blog, but I should be..

I should be doing a lot of things right now, like doing other homework assignments or cleaning up around the house. I will eventually get to the other assignments I'm suppose to be doing but I know that once I get my mind focused on the other assignments that will take a lot longer to finish I will forget to do the easier assignments I have. Besides the other assignments aren't as enjoyable as this one, this assignment allows me to express myself and show how I feel or what I'm thinking on a particular subject. Oh and the cleaning, that's not happening today. Today is my day off from school and from work. Now that I think about it what I could be doing instead of this, I could actually be writing my fiance a letter. I could write it now but I'm going to wait until later tonight. I usually like to wait until night time to write him because it helps me sleep better at night knowing that everything I've kept on my mind all day was now on that piece of paper and off my shoulders. It makes me feel as if I'm really talking to him. I know this sounds weird but I consider him my personal diary. I know whatever I tell him will never be spoke of again unless it is with me and the difference between him and an actual diary is that I get a response from him. Another thing I could be doing is spending time with him.. but he's not here. I can't wait to see him again.