Sunday, June 24, 2012

The Love of a Child

The idea that a little girl who I could have been a mentor toward passed away, and her mother and father will be burying her on Tuesday.

The idea that a young boy who I could have been a big sister toward passed away, and his mother and father had to bury him under two weeks ago.

The act of me holding it together through losing two special people to me; or what could have been special, but know now never will be. 

The act of breaking down over two people I hardly knew; but would have been part of their lives a lot more than they knew, or maybe a lot more than I know now.

I want to be strong. I will. I want to be weak. I will. I want to be me. I will. 

In memory of baby Annabelle Lee 

I am blessed to have the truth I do in my life to help calm my heart in this crazy sea of emotions. My heart goes out to Lacy Griffin & Bryan Markham, especially. It is refreshing to know that perfect people like Annabelle come here to bless our lives, even in such a short amounts of time. Heavenly Father is mindful of everyone that Annabelle touched. My constant prayer is that you two can both see this as a blessing, and not a loss. You will see your darling baby girl again, that I can assure you. I love you both dearly ♥.

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Now that I am older

I have thoughts that should clearly be kept to myself, but we all know that never happens.

The older I get in every aspect from physical to spiritual I feel both a sense of disconnect and composure. Two opposite things, I know, but think about how that really does work.

I grew up in a family where we didn't have any religious background, until I was 16, which I found on my own. That has now really led me to where I am. Without my religious faith I wouldn't be where I am, and I am blessed beyond belief for it. Without my religious faith I believe I would have gone down a path I would have never wanted for myself at this point. I can only see this now that I am older.

I grew up in a family where meat was the staple food, and a heaping side of: potatoes, rice, or noodles was on the side with possibly some vegetables. We didn't really any fresh fruit, etc. I have not always been the size that I am, but even before I wasn't healthy. My family would call me fat and tell me to go on diets. Not only were they not giving me proper nutrition, but at night I would hoard food and eat a lot, which made it ten times worse. At this point I still "sneak food" from my own cupboards. It's a problem, but at this point I "sneak" granola bars, apples, and bananas. So, it is not as big of a deal. I can only see this now that I am older. 

I grew up in a family where hard work paid off. I have worked since I was 12 years old. I had two jobs at one point where I would waitress, and do janitorial work at my middle school. I wanted a cell phone, so that meant I had to pay for it. I wanted clothes from the mall, so that meant I had to pay for them. I wanted to wear make-up, so that meant I had to pay for it. I am blessed beyond belief, because it taught me how to save my money, and now as an adult living on my own I do fairly well for the pay I receive. I can only see this now that I am older.  

I grew up in a family where you were opinionated. My grandma was loud, and had an opinion, and that is where I learned to form an opinion. At first I took all these opinions and adopted them to be my own, then as I grew older, started college, and venturing out into the world I have grown my own opinions. I think this is one of the points in life. I know a lot of people who stay very neutral, and it drives me crazy because I am going to share my opinion. Unfortunately, this has gotten me into some trouble off and on, but I cannot help who I am. At this point it does cause tension because I am VERY progressive, VERY liberal, and for women-rights, for gay-rights, pro immigrant-rights, etc. And a lot of people cannot handle that. But, anyone who is not alright for people to have the same rights, needs to loose theirs, just for an hour and see how it feels. I can only see this now that I am older.

I grew up in a family where women were second to a man. My uncle has always been number one in my grandma and grandpa's eyes. My brother has always been number one in my grandma and grandpa's eyes. This is all I ask, which is fairly simple, but extremely difficult to obtain: equality. Equality for men and women. For people not to say: oh, that's a woman's job! No, men can make their own damn sandwich, men can make their own damn lunch, men can do the dishes, men can sweep, mop, and vacuum. Men can do the same things women do! Then, men say, for example, "You're a feminist, then come out here and wash concrete . . . you couldn't do it . . . oh, no you couldn't . . . and a feminist would." Uhm, excuse me, you chose to have that job for a living, not me. I chose to go to college, I chose to get an education, I chose to be higher than you. Until you treat me like an equal, and make up for the past 21 years of treating me like a lesser, I will consider myself better than you for bettering myself, and bettering my future. I can only see this now that I am older.

At this point in my life I look at all these things and realize they are why I am the way I am today. They are "my truth", so it doesn't mean that they are accurate, or correct, even if I may think that may be the case. I am the kind of person who accepts, loves, and lives by faith, and faith alone. With faith comes hope, with hope comes everything else. I hope for a future where my hypothetical children, cousins, nieces and nephews can live in a world with love, and happiness. Sure, I want them to face trials, but trials that life throws at them not trials that people choose to make up and throw at them. 


Friday, June 15, 2012

Burying Babies

I have had one of the most  emotional  draining weeks of my life. I don't know how I have made it out alive.

From losing a child whom I was looking forward to getting to know more . . . and knowing he wasn't my brother yet, but that he is my brother now. I won't cry any longer, I will live my life like none other. I will live my life as an example to those around me. I will live.

I have come to the conclusion that I will be cremated. I will not be buried, and I will not have an open casket funeral.              

I went up to his casket, and prayed to see his chest rise. I prayed for his eyes to open. I prayed for him to wake up, and say, 'just kidding!' But, none of that happened. It was almost traumatic, because he was a kid. A kid had passed away, I almost didn't believe it. But, I do now. And I know he is in a much better place, but I am blessed beyond words to have realized what I want . . . no funeral. Just a celebration. 

Upside Down by Jack Johnson was a song played at his funeral, and it fits Hunter perfectly. <3 RIP little bud, I'll see you in Heaven. 


Monday, June 4, 2012

no one's really got it figured out just yet

If there was one song to explain my life right now, this my friends, would be it. I cannot express how I am feeling, but this song depicts my emotions perfectly. Take a listen, and really listen. I bet more people feel this way than I realize. Not to be a negative Nancy, but to remind us all that we're all working on becoming who we want to become in our lives. Believe in yourself . . .  
I'm broke but I'm happy
I'm poor but I'm kind
I'm short but I'm healthy, yeah
I'm high but I'm grounded
I'm sane but I'm overwhelmed
I'm lost but I'm hopeful baby
What it all comes down to
Is that everything's gonna be fine fine fine
'cause I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is giving a high five
I feel drunk but I'm sober
I'm young and I'm underpaid
I'm tired but I'm working, yeah
I care but I'm restless
I'm here but I'm really gone
I'm wrong and I'm sorry baby

What it all comes down to
Is that everything's gonna be quite alright
'cause I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is flicking a cigarette
And what it all comes down to
Is that I haven't got it all figured out just yet
'cause I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is giving the peace sign
I'm free but I'm focused
I'm green but I'm wise
I'm hard but I'm friendly baby
I'm sad but I'm laughing
I'm brave but I'm chickenshit
I'm sick but I'm pretty baby

And what it all boils down to
Is that no one's really got it figured out just yet
'cause I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is playing the piano
And what it all comes down to my friends
Is that everything's just fine fine fine
'cause I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is hailing a taxi cab

Monday, May 28, 2012

Memorial Day - My Truth

I was going to be a member of the Air Force back in 2007. I wanted it more than anything. I wanted to be part of something more; larger than just my family, town, city, county, state, or country. I craved to be in the military more than I craved anything. I got into an accident which gave me too much metal, too many injuries. This included a broken heart, because I was no longer able to sign those papers, and start on my mission in life. At least what I thought was my mission in life.

I wanted to follow after my grandpa, and serve in the military. He served in Viet Nam, and all he could ever say was don't joy the Army. He pleaded with me to join the Air Force, because me, as a woman would be treated with just a tad bit more dignity and respect. I agreed and off I went.

When I "woke up" out of a coma there was Ryan, my recruiter. They told me, and I didn't acknowledge anyone for a couple days I'm told. I was genuinely broken hearted, and didn't want to believe it. In fact I refused to believe it. I went on another tour up at the base, and told Ryan once again that I wanted to join. He continued to tell me no, but I still pursued finding out information, and the more I did the more I fell in love. It hit me one day when he was telling me due to my spleen being gone they wouldn't accept me. I wouldn't pass a physical. I told him just to fib my physical, laughed, and I started to become okay with not being able to join.

Though every time someone asked me about it I would cry, and probably did for the first three, or so years. Now, it's just once in a blue moon that I cry about it. Days like this, Memorial Day, in particular, really upset me. The positive part is that I can thank those who do serve. I can thank them, and I can see their passion to serve. I'm happy that we have so many ready and willing to do that which many aren't willing.

On the idea and fact of war: those who are against it make me sad. There are some people who look down upon soldiers, and I don't understand it. But, it's these individuals rights, and those soldiers fought for them to be able to voice their opinions. I just wish they were more thankful. Some leave everything behind to do serve. In general war to me doesn't make sense, but I'm not the government, I don't know the "TOP SECRET" items. I look at it this way, without war; we wouldn't have freedom. I love freedom, so if that's what it takes we need it. If you're attacked you aren't going to sit back and watch, you're going to fight. If you're family/best friend is attacked, you're going to help them. It is something I wish we didn't need to have, but it's a fact of life. Without war there isn't life. Even though there are some countries who seem to stay pretty neutral, but we're America and that will never happy.

I'm not sitting here saying, "We're American, and we're number one." But, I'm just saying show the people willing to do the job, you aren't willing to do some respect, and just say, Thank You! :)

Friday, May 18, 2012

Bucket List

1. Own a motorized scooter.
2. Be in Time Square during New Years Eve.
3. Visit Ghana
4. Visit Ireland
5. Visit Switzerland
6. Visit India
7. Visit Japan
8. Visit Germany
9. Visit Brazil
10. Own a puppy, and watch it grow with my family.
11. Own a home with a porch that goes around the exterior with two white rocking chairs on the front porch.
12. Own a horse.
13. Go to the Kentucky Derby
14. Go to Washington D.C.
. . . To Be Continued

Monday, May 14, 2012

Super(wo)man

Superman


I made the Dean's List, with a 3.5 (although just a number) it helps me obtain my dreams, my goals, my hopes, my aspirations, and helps keep me grounded. This last semester was HARD, harder than any semester in my past. I cannot believe my GPA is .066% away from being able to apply to grad school. Yes, I said it, GRAD school. I am going to become a Master and then a Doctor. I'm 21, and so far I feel very successful. One more semester to go of Undergrad (BSW Internship). I have to thank Jesus Christ, Abraham Darriel, Jen Thompson, Amanda Duncan, Tania Mancilla, Stefanie Royall, Kari Morgan, Stephanie Holmes, Tedi Smith, Clay Lantz and Caleb Manscill. Without you this wouldn't have happened. I would have fallen on my face, would have given up, would have killed someone, or would have killed myself (not really guys, come on)! I feel loved and this must be how SUPERMAN has felt like. And below is how I feel like :) 

superman

There have been changes. Abraham and I are no longer together. Even though it's only been a few days since it became officially, official the Lord has shown me reasons. I am not afraid any longer. I have let go of that beautiful part of my past, and we're still friends. No matter what anyone says he treated me well overall and made me learn to love myself, stop drinking, and get back into the gospel. So, I'm happy, very happy. 

No more Bishop Lantz; hello President Lantz. It tore me apart yesterday, but again I'm amazed at how well my Heavenly Father knows me. He supported me through my cry fest last night and assured me that it was for the better. Though, I still disagree with him in my mind. But, I have my ward friends who cease to amaze me. I'm blessed beyond belief, and once I get that Temple recommend President Lantz said he would go with me. I've also asked a couple other people to come with me. I think this is now a new chapter in my life, and I cannot wait to see what the future holds. 

P.S. I got a pedicure today and it's the stinking cutest color I've ever seen in my entire life. Yeah, I'm pretty much in love, not gonna lie!