tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5178168238569048952024-03-13T18:48:15.858-07:00& This is my life.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-517816823856904895.post-2707748158521960502013-12-04T19:21:00.003-08:002013-12-04T19:21:38.849-08:00The Truth <div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Life isn’t easy and whether or not you’re in the
mood it’s the truth” Last night while I was sitting in my bed trying to figure
out how I was going to push through the next couple of weeks with trying to
finish the semester, working two jobs, trying to actually have a relationship
with my boyfriend, see my friends and my family let alone get whatever else I
needed to do done before I drove myself crazy I got this text. First, it just
hit my nerves the wrong way. All I wanted to say back was “Yeah, I know life
sure as hell isn’t easy. I’ve experienced it first-hand.” But… I refrained. As
a lot of you know who might be reading this, when it comes to the truth I’ll
tell you, even if you don’t want to hear it. So here comes some truths that I
have realized in the last little bit of my life. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">1.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Mom
is only a phone call away. You’re always going to need her, whether it be to
tell you how wash a shirt or something much bigger. Plain and simple you always
need Mom. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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you really don’t talk with your siblings as much as you should, but you sure
will miss them when the Holidays aren’t the same anymore and believe it or not
they will be probably always first ones asking why someone is creeping and
being the first to hunt them down. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">3.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">As
you grow up you’re going to have a hand full of friends that you keep in touch
with, you might only talk every once in a blue moon but those friends are
always there when you need them. Don’t forget about them.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">4.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Growing
up isn’t all it is really cracked out to be… bills, working, school is all just
gets harder. Keep your inner child and
let them come out to play every once in a while or you will probably go crazy. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">5.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Your
significant other will probably drive you nuts some days, but at the end of the
day whether you’re the biggest brat in the world or you’re not looking so good
they are going to be the ones who love you and come to take care of you when
you’re stuck home sick. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">6.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Going
to bed early is a luxury, don’t take it for granted. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">7.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Eating
healthy is actually good take the time to do it (but let’s be honest… not
everything healthy actually tastes good) so give in to those fries calling your
taste buds sometimes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">8.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">It
is ok to get something less than an A in a class…. Yeah, believe it this is
coming from me. The girl who hates getting anything but an A. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">9.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Have
fun, do what you want to do. The opportunities aren’t always going to be there
calling your name.<o:p></o:p></span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18px; text-indent: -0.25in;">.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18px; text-indent: -0.25in;"> Even though life is stressful and sometimes you don’t feel too great, find happiness in the little things. Trust me, you’ll enjoy life a lot more and won’t be as stressed.</span></div>
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-517816823856904895.post-52185280316790929222013-02-11T00:23:00.000-08:002013-02-11T00:23:12.362-08:00Lessons of life. <br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Lessons, everybody
learns them. Some are definitely harder than others, but still from when we are
little to our old day’s lessons will always be learned. I remember lessons such
as tying my shoe; really I use to hate it… I would sit on the kitchen floor
until one of my older brothers helped me; but at last I did finally learn how.
I remember learning how to drive… let’s just put it this way always check to
make sure the car is in the gear you want… or you may end up over a cement
barrier… whoops. I remember learning how
to handle independent life when I moved away from college and I definitely
remember learning how to rearrange my life after receiving devastating news. As
I said some lessons are definitely harder than others. This past weekend probably one of the biggest
lessons I have learned yet, that really just hit home. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> The
lesson all started with a phone call. I of all people know a simple phone call
can change your life. Apparently, I needed to learn this lesson once more. Anyway, I get a phone call and by the end of
the day I had I think about twenty of them, I had close to fifty text messages
all saying the same stuff. Repeat, repeat, repeat… apparently this person didn’t
think what they were saying was going in loud n clear but trust me it was. I won’t go into detail simply because I don’t
want too. All that needs to be said is
this person didn’t care who they hurt as long as they got what they wanted in
the end… they went after a good thing and went to extravagant measures to ruin
it. Now the lesson I had to learn was a bit of a hard one for me. This lesson
was trusting someone completely no questions asked, just simply giving them the
power to tell me the truth. Then
learning to forgive no questions asked. This by far… was just plain out hard. Let me tell you, it was an extremely long day
full of long talks, stomach aches, ringing phones and pure emotion of every
kind. In the end I got the truth, I’m
not going to say it wasn’t hard because it was. I’m not going to say the person
who kept trying to ruin a good thing is going to stop, because truth be told I
don’t think they will. I will say that when you care about someone you do
whatever it takes you don’t walk away, I will say I have the best support
system in the entire world because I do, I will say this person who doesn’t
care about anyone but themselves has a long road ahead of them and I will
definitely say that I am going to walk to hell n back before this person breaks
me. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> Lessons,
we all need to learn them. We learn to
trust, we learn to love, we learn to forgive, we learn what is wrong and what
is right… we just learn. Needless to say this weekend I learned a big lesson in
the game of love. What have you learned lately? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-517816823856904895.post-64735206486509694892012-12-14T21:25:00.000-08:002012-12-14T21:25:02.174-08:00Blink of an eye.. <br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Sometimes when I drive
home from work my mind has a million different things running through it today
it only had one thing, how fast things can change in a blink of an eye. I
thought back to when I was a little girl. I use to cling to my big brothers like
it was nobody’s business; I remember my two brothers and I would have
sleepovers in my oldest brother Trevor’s room. We would stay up until midnight playing
the Nintendo 64 and fall asleep; now that we are all older we don’t really see
a whole lot of each other anymore but I do want them to know how much they mean
to me. Ever since I can remember they’ve
always been there to protect me, tease me but most of all love me. Sure we fought, but we are family. Besides my
mom they are the most important people I have in my life; and I probably don’t
tell them that as much as I should. I am taking the time to do it now. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> Trevor,
what to even say about this big ol’ teddy bear. I love him plain and simple.
Ever since I can remember Trevor hasn’t ever been much of a talker. He pretty
much just sits back and watches everything that is going on around him but when
he has something to say you better listen. It hasn’t ever been like that with us though, I
can always tell him anything and even if he doesn’t always have an answer he
will just listen so I can just let it out. He did everything in his power to
take care of me when I was little and to this day still watches out for me. During the hardest time of my life this summer
at one point I just walked up in my room and sat to cry. He didn’t say anything
he just walked in and sat down by me, he will never know how much it meant to
not have to explain myself. Needless to say I hope that one day I can be as great
as he is. Love you Trev. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> Colby,
ever since I can remember he was the brother that was always teasing me. No
worries, he still does even though we are supposedly older and more mature
now-a-days. When I was in about sixth
grade I remember I would wake up early and make his breakfast just so I could sit and eat with him even if
we didn’t talk. We haven’t always gotten along, but in the end we usually
figure it out. He’s more of a talker than my other brother, he sure does like to
sing and I can almost guarantee whenever you see him he will be. Throughout the
hard times Colby has always been the one to be solid he worries, but he doesn’t
let it affect him. I’ve always envied that in him, he’s given me countless
blessings and he really doesn’t know much that has meant to me. One day I hope that even though I’m not ever
going to be as big as he is, I hope I can have as big of heart as he does. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> Then
there is my wonderful Mother. Words cannot describe how wonderful this lady is.
My mom has sacrificed so much so that my brothers and I could have everything
in the world we could have ever wanted. I’ve probably taken it for granite but my
mom is truly the best mom in the world. She’s been the one to wipe my tears
when I was growing up, she’s the one who sat through hours and hours of endless
dance competitions, she’s been the one who has never given up on me even and
she will always be the one I can trust full heartedly. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"> These
three people have been my solid foundation for twenty years now; it was us
three against the world. Even though my brothers and I are grown up, don’t live
so close anymore and will eventually get married. It will always come back to
the fact that they are my family, they are the people I </span></span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">couldn't</span></span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"> imagine losing
in a blink of an eye. My heart goes out
to the families in Connecticut that will forever be changed by the action of
one person, one person who changed the lives of those families forever. In all honestly, I don’t think any of us
realize how fast life can change in a blink of an eye; but it does. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> Now
to my best, best, best friends, where in the world would I be without these
wonderful ladies, and a few gentlemen?
Even though I don’t live close to all of you wonderful people and you
range all the way from Arizona to Vegas to Texas to 5 hours away to 2 hours or
even just twenty minutes away. I am so thankful for each and every one of you.
Each of you has taught me something about myself and life that I wouldn’t have
learned without you. You’re all so unique and so great, and I’m so glad that I
can call you guys my best friends. You’ve been there through the good and the
bad with me and it’s been one heck of a rollercoaster. I can’t wait to see what
life has in store for all of us. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> Also
to that adorable boy I get to call my boyfriend; the boy who I’ve known for
seriously forever… and now look at where we are. He is seriously the greatest
person ever. He puts up with my temper tantrums, he talks to me about anything
and everything, he gives me butterflies every time I see him and even though he
doesn’t like peanut butter… he still really likes me and hot chocolate.. so I
guess it all balances out. He has taught me so much in the time we have been
together and puts a smile on my face every single day. I really can’t believe
it took me so long to find this wonderful man! I can’t wait to see where life
take our relationship but so far is has been pretty great. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> Then
to those cute little children I work with during the week. You little ones are
the cutest things on planet earth. You will go far and do great things when you
grow big (how they talk to me) like me one day. So grateful for these little people who show
me that there is always something new to learn from life. All in all, so many
people have touched my life. You’ve all taught me so much and I couldn’t
imagine life without any of you. I’ve lost people close to me and it is hard,
it changes you. It changes your perspective on life. So once again to all of
you families in Connecticut I hope you know there are so many people praying
for you, me included. Let this be a lesson to us, pull your loved ones</span>
close and don’t let them go. I know I will be you never know what could happen
in just a blink of an eye. <o:p></o:p></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-517816823856904895.post-76613884352700987492012-12-09T17:46:00.000-08:002012-12-09T17:46:08.472-08:00A bunch of words. <br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Courage, Love, Sacrifice, Patience, Trial and Hope.
Lately, I think these words would describe my life pretty accurately. I guess
you could say that as of late I’ve had a lot on my mind. Trying to figure out
what I want to do, where I want to be and who I want to share all of this stuff
with has crossed my mind a lot. But Courage, courage in my world is facing something
that absolutely terrifies you. Love, love in my world is laughing with my mom
until my stomach hurts, having my brothers tease me even though it drives me
crazy, listening to Taylor Swift with my best friend on a 7-11 run or getting
butterflies when my boyfriend kisses my forehead. Sacrifice, sacrifice in my
world putting a hold on my life for medical things beyond my control. Patience,
patience in my world is teaching a child how to learn, getting my life back to
where it once was and getting answers from the big guy upstairs. Trial, trial
in my world is going through something nobody can even imagine and coming out
on top the only way you know how. Hope, hope in my world is watching little kids
grow up, waiting to see what the doctors have to say and taking chances that
you didn’t even know you had as an option. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> Now
I don’t know what these words mean to any of you who read this, nor does it
matter. Everyone one of us is different.
All of us have different things going on in our life, we have different choices
we have to make and we all just see things differently. Plain and simple
everything is different. I guess lately, I’ve been struggling with this whole
different thing. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> I
had my life planned out for a totally different route then what it is on. Some
days I wish I could go back to my old life, simply because it was easy, it was
me. Days like today I want to go back to
when I had everything planned, it wasn’t all a big crazy cluster of stuff I
needed to sort out or I didn’t have to worry about what was said at my next doctor’s
appointment… but then I have nights like tonight. Nights when I’ve been super
frustrated with the day and I’ve been super stubborn all day long with the boyfriend
and I get a message even after I’ve been
super stubborn all day that says, “Shayley I love you no matter what </span><span style="font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">” that’s when I’m grateful that my life is
different, different than what it could have been. I think that sometimes life
has a funny way of teaching us what we need to learn. Sometimes the light bulb
flickers on, and sometimes it takes a bit for the bulb to be replaced until we
finally figure it all out. Life changes, it changes so unbelievably fast
sometimes that we don’t have a clue what to do with it. I think I am just
barely starting to figure out what in the world I need to do with mine, and
that’s fine…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> Now
this was just a bunch of thoughts I had floating around, it wasn’t to really
highlight on any aspect of my life, or to try and teach anyone anything. It was
mainly for me to think. But while I’m
thinking, just remember life can change in a blink of an eye. It happens every
single day. You are not the same person you were last year your completely different.
Your life might be completely different, the people your around might be completely
different and I’m here to tell you having things be different from your
original plan is ok. <br />
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> So
I’ll let you think of the words that describe your life, take a chance to
reflect on them. Because in the end we are all going to be a little bit
different. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-517816823856904895.post-59986146158335779032012-11-07T21:22:00.000-08:002012-11-07T21:22:04.075-08:00Winging it. <br />
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">When I was a little
girl the biggest problems I remember having were if I got gum in my hair and I
had to tell mom so she could get it out with peanut butter, my brothers scaring
me with a vampire mask to the point I screamed bloody murder or the best one
when my older brother Colby threw a pop bottle at me and it knocked out my
front teeth. Then when I was a teenager
my biggest problem was I thought I worked way too much and </span><span style="line-height: 18px;">didn't</span><span style="line-height: 115%;"> see my
friends enough. Now my problems as a “young” adult are much bigger, worrying
about money, school, doctors, cancer, tumors and relationships. At work today I </span></span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">couldn't</span></span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"> help but think about
being a little kid, considering I work at a pre-school; life is pretty easy for
a kid that childlike mentality is truly a blessing. When you’re little
everybody is your best friend, mommy is always there to pick you up when you
fall down and boys had cooties...
Now-a-days as a “young” adult, you have a handful of close friends, Mom
is still there to pick you up, but boys definitely don’t have cooties anymore. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">Lately, I sort of feel
like my life has become one big blur. I wake up at 6 a.m. go to work from
7:30-3:30 come home talk with mom for a couple of minutes, go to my other job
at 5-10:30 p.m. come home, get ready for bed , crawl into bed talk with my
favorites for a bit on the phone. Repeat Repeat Repeat, I love my job don’t get
me wrong but some days routines.. They just need to be broken. Therefore I
savor the weekends, usually to catch up on some sleep, hang out with my family
and of course seeing my other favorites. Which means the weekends always end way too
soon, and the work week comes way to fast. In the last couple months my life was on hold,
no school, no moving out to the big city, I </span><span style="line-height: 18px;">couldn't</span><span style="line-height: 115%;"> even work there for a bit.
But now it’s slowly coming back piece by piece I work all day every day and I
love it even if it is a blur sometimes. But it definitely </span></span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">isn't</span></span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"> what I imagined
for myself even just a year ago. That’s the part about being an adult we can
make plans but who the heck knows if it’s actually going to happen. We actually have to make our own decisions,
decide our own fate and life just happens whether we are ready or not. Honestly,
sometimes it can be pretty scary not knowing what comes next, but it can also
be exciting. I guess that’s where having a childlike mentality comes in, they
are fearless they are always wanting an adventure. Isn’t that what life is supposed
to be about though? One big adventure, nobody has a book on what is right or
wrong we are all just sort of winging it trying to figure it out. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">Right now, even though
my adventure was on hold for a bit I finally feel like it’s starting to go
again. It may have just taken me a bit to see it or maybe I just </span></span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">wasn't</span></span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"> looking
close enough until today at recess when my darling student jumped off something
and I held my breath until he landed and got up with a big grin on his
face. We don’t always anticipate that
something is going to happen to us, it just does. People will walk in and out of our lives all
the time; we just have to decide who we want to take on this adventure with us.
But as we go on this big, crazy, scary,
emotional but oh so exciting adventure of life I’m starting to think maybe
thinking like a kid </span><span style="line-height: 18px;">isn't</span><span style="line-height: 115%;"> so bad sometimes.. because remember if you fall Mommy
is there to pick you up, you’ll always have a friend to be with… but no boys
don’t have cooties.. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">So even though… I am
finally about to get my plans back in order and get to where I want to go, I still have no idea what life is going to
throw at me, the big problems will still come but really I am just sort of
winging it.. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-517816823856904895.post-24477455610716992882012-10-07T23:52:00.002-07:002012-10-07T23:52:45.828-07:00Late night ramblings.. <br />
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For the
past little while I've been thinking I needed to make some changes in my life…
had no clue where to start. A couple questions always run through my mind; what
should I do, who should I even talk to about it and honestly does anyone even
really care? The past couple months I've had a lot on my plate for those of you
who know me well you know what I mean by this. If you don’t scroll up and read
the past couple blogs I suppose. I've thought for a bit now that I guess God was giving me a couple of messages
during this last roller coaster of life I had. For one slow down, I've always
kept myself busy running from one task to another, not always enjoying the little
things in life. As I've sat around with my recovery time I’ve learned to enjoy
the little things in life, such as rereading a book I love, going on a fall
drive with my best friend to see the leaves changing, taking a walk at 11:00
p.m. at night with some of my favorite boys just to get hot chocolate afterword,
seeing my other best friends baby grow up and enjoying time with my family even
if it’s just sitting on my bed talking with them.</div>
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<o:p></o:p></div>
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Second,
people come into your life for a reason and they also leave your life for a
reason. Who knows it could be to challenge you, to help you, but in the end you
will be the one writing the story that everyone else will hear in years to
come. So make sure it’s one you want to tell. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Another
thing I've learned try new things. Life is seriously way too short to not go
out and do the things you want to do. For example… I’m scared of heights, this boy I've known forever asked me on a date and I decided I should go. I ended up going to
his tree house and he told me I needed to climb up there I was thinking
seriously.. I am going to die this is not OK Obviously… I didn't die and I've been back to the tree house at least 4 times. I encourage anyone go out and
fall in love with something whether it be a person an activity just go do it. One of my best friends is a perfect example of
this she called me the other day needed me to come to her house; she told me
she is pretty sure she found that person for her. She’s known him for a week but I can tell you
I love when she talks about it because she gets a big smile on her face and she
cannot get it off. So who am I to judge what she chooses to do, it’s her life
her decision and I’m going to support her all the way. You can’t sit back on your couch thinking why didn't I do that last night, or even better in 50 years from now don’t look back on your
life and regret not doing the things you wanted to do. <o:p></o:p></div>
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One last
thing to wrap up the night; I’m not a highly religious individual. I have my
beliefs just as well as the next person; but I think my biggest lesson that I
needed to learn thus far is that I wasn't being punished when this trial was
put into my life. I've heard a couple of times lately; God doesn't put things
into your life that you can’t handle.
God put this summer trial into my life to make me stronger, I've made my
mistakes as well as the next person but in the end all we really need to do is
take a step back out of our life and realize things aren't always about
us. Don’t judge a person by the choices
they have made, because you have no clue what plan they were given, and what choices
they had to choose from. All you need to
know is that when the time comes you’ll have choices to make too. In the end if
you don’t think anyone else will understand you always have the big guy
upstairs. That’s the biggest lesson I think I needed to learn. So as I start to make these changes to my
life, there will be the people who come in and out of my life, there will be
new things to try, and in the end I just have to believe that the big guy
upstairs will always have my back. <o:p></o:p></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-517816823856904895.post-74171319526799193652012-09-03T20:39:00.002-07:002012-09-03T20:39:40.204-07:00Big Dreams & an even bigger soul <br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Life as Shayley Knows it for the time being… <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Well I decided it has been a couple weeks since my
last post and decided I should probably give a little update on myself. I’m
recovering slowly but surely, I still can’t do a whole lot and I sleep more
than anything else but lately there has been some trouble even with that… <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">So for the past while since my 2<sup>nd</sup>
surgery I’ve been having some pretty crazy nightmares… mostly I’m going in for
surgery again and something goes wrong; usually I wake up in a cold sweat
reassuring myself I am home safe in bed. But lately the past couple of weeks
the dreams have been more I guess the word would be upsetting. For example my dreams have been something like
this a person I care about is doing something that I usually would be doing
with them except, either they are alone or they have someone new with them. Now
the people I know are a couple years older while me I’m still the same nothing
about me has changed one bit. I can talk to them, I can poke them, literally
sit on them and they do not notice me at all. Like I am not there… now I don’t
think I need to say what this means. So you know I woke up Saturday after
having a little bit more than disturbing dream sat in my bed, then I wandered
down to talk to good ol’ mom she asked me what was wrong and I couldn’t even
help but start to cry. I told her all about all the dreams I’ve been having and
she couldn’t believe it. After talking
to my mom for a while I came to the conclusion that with all the stuff that has
happened I was scared. Whether I wanted to admit it to myself or not, I was
scared that I was going to die. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Now let me assure, I am not dying, I will not die I
am just recovering. The nightmares are still coming, but… it’s just another
part of this hellish nightmare that I have been dealing with. I went to the doctor everything is healing on
track finally… but the tumor the cancer the freakish 3<sup>rd</sup> surgery
took a lot more from me than I thought it did. It made me put my life on hold
to recover, while my friends and family
are going to school, going to work or plain out just living their life I am
home sitting around trying not to be jealous.
So you could say I am bitter but I’m not. I just miss the feeling of receiving
a good grade when I worked hard on something, I miss getting a well-earned
paycheck and I definitely miss just living my life how I want to live it. A lot of people don’t understand and they won’t
understand. I’m just taking life day by day because once I can I’m taking the
world back into my hands at full force.
Because I have big dreams and a big soul and the nightmares will never
take that away from me. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-517816823856904895.post-55980723958795687302012-08-20T08:55:00.000-07:002012-08-20T08:55:00.620-07:00Day by day things will get better.. <br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> So
this morning I was sitting in bed thinking about something my mom had said to
me the other day, everything is going to get better you just need to take it
day by day. Now for all of you who read the last blog post, or who just plain out
know me and know my life, I did end up having the 2<sup>nd</sup> surgery. Let me
enlighten you, the day of surgery I get to the hospital they take 8 things of
blood (keep in mind I hate needles) then the CNA comes back and says oh… I
forgot to get another one so we need to poke you again, so scratch the 8 they
took 9 things of blood. Then we just have to wait finally get down to the
pre-surgery spot this time I know what to expect so even though I don’t want to
be there I at least am prepared. I go in for the surgery then wake up in what
seems like 10 minutes later but it was really about 4 hours. They opened my old
incision, they put in 3 new tiny ones 2 by my hips and one by my belly button. So
I stay overnight in the hospital but Saturday I’m feeling pretty good compared
to the last surgery so I get to go home! I get home then Sunday I start feeling
sort of weird… it progressively gets worse. By Monday my mom is pretty worried
she calls the doctor and they want me to come in on Tuesday. So wake up on
Tuesday… my mom tries to get me to eat nope not going to happen is what I am
thinking nothing in the world sounded good at all. But I needed to take my pain
medication so I ate a poptart it took me a half hour to eat one. I tell my mom
I feel like I am going to pass out I almost do when we are walking to the car.
By the time we take the hour n half drive down to Salt Lake I’m done for. I get
in the doctor’s office almost past out in her chair and she decides in 5
minutes that I need to be readmitted to the hospital. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> My
mom calls my brothers, boyfriend and a couple other people; then just like that
I’m in a hospital bed. So then the nurses are trying to put an IV in my arm but
my left arm which they would normally use it all bruised up since I had just
barely had the 2<sup>nd</sup> surgery, so they go for the right arm and they
can’t get it in. They ended up calling this other nurse who is supposed to be
the best at it even she took forever and was moving around the needle in my
arm. I was on the verge of tears by the time it was over. Then my doctor comes
in and says I need to have a CT scan they wanted me to drink that nasty drink
when I could barely hold down anything. So there I am with my mom and brother
Trevor who rushed out of work to be there and they are both trying to coax me
into drinking it. Finally I drank about half of it, but I couldn’t drink
anymore. I go in for the scan, all it shows to my doctor is I have some gas
bubbles in there which is normal I just had surgery right? I missed lunch so my
mom, Trev, and other brother Colby had gone down to the Subway after I went in
for the scan to bring back some food. I didn’t even finish a 6inch when I
started to throw up… then I got my food privileges taken away. That night I was in so much pain they asked
me on a scale of 1-10 it felt like 15, it took them hours to get my pain level
under control and all I could do was try not to cry which I wasn’t very successful
at. Then its Wednesday oh great the doctor wants to do a regular scan now, so I
go down the techs want me to hold this thing up and stand straight first off. I
couldn’t even stand straight or hold anything so I ended up having to lie on
this table and turn on my side and trust me when you’re in pain it is about the
last thing you can stand to do. So that scan showed a little more gas… but no
nothing is being done about it yet. Then the nurses I have that day think I am
in so much pain because I haven’t had a bowel movement so they are shoving this
milk of mag. Stuff down my throat and some other pill but I ended up throwing
it all up almost every single time they gave it to me. Obviously that wasn’t
the problem. SO then since I couldn’t keep that stuff down my water privileges
were taken away from me. All I had left was good old ice chips. Well, Thursday
comes around oh yay lets go get another scan which shows there is more air than
before. Finally my mom who was at my side every day is pissed and a lot of
people know my mom she doesn’t get pissed a lot but when it comes to her kids
that isn’t something you mess around with. She kept telling the doctors I was
getting worse and they weren’t listening to her up until Thursday when she
finally said you do something and you do it now! So my doctor decides it’s time
to go back in for another surgery. Bye bye ice chip privileges, Thursday night
at 9 p.m. I went in for the 3<sup>rd</sup> surgery I didn’t get done until
about midnight. Turns out the spot my appendix had been (they were removed with
my tumor the first surgery) had ruptured and was leaking toxins into my body. When
I woke up I had a tube coming out of my stomach literally, and one out of my
nose I never saw myself with the tube in my nose but by the sad looks I got I
knew I must’ve looked pretty bad. So in this surgery they ended up reopening
all 4 of my incisions and the long one I had was completely reopened. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> Now
during my stay at the hospital I had already had enough but to top it off one CNA
I had when I asked to shower literally turned on my shower as hot as it could
go didn’t get me any new clean stuff or nothing and left me to fend for myself
in the shower when I could barely move. By the time I had yelled for my mom to
come help me I was so mad and fed up I freaked out. When my nurse came in I
said I DON’T EVER WANT THAT CNA AGAIN! Now keep in mind that wasn’t the only wrong
thing she did she ignored me every single time I asked for something and was
extremely rude to my family. This all happened Thursday. Then I had a nurse who
kept telling me you need to get up and walk or you won’t be able to go home. Well
first off lady I know you’re trying to help but I can barely make it to the
bathroom how do you expect me to walk down the hall. ( I didn’t day that to her
but trust me I wanted too) The whole almost 6 days I was there I only had one
nurse that actually offered to walk with me, the other ones expected my family
or for me to just go by myself. Then the same nurse who kept saying that told
my favorite CNA to be quiet when the CNA had been explaining something to me. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> Then
comes Sunday the doctors are saying I might be able to go home soon I’m
thinking GET ME OUT OF HERE NOW! I’m just sitting there when I notice my arm
with the IV is huge swollen up and everything, turns out my IV broke in my arm
because the nurses hadn’t changed it. My vein had given away because of all the
hardcore stuff they had to pump in my body since I hadn’t been able to eat or
drink. So now all of a sudden they can’t put in another IV because it wouldn’t
last through the day I have no way to get pain medication so all of a sudden
they give me back food privileges keep in mind I haven’t ate since Tuesday and
they all of a sudden want me to hold down a full meal or I can’t get pain
medication or go home. For those of you who don’t know in the hospital they
give you a paper you fill out for your meals and you circle your choices all
that jazz well I don’t see why they even brought me a paper because every meal
I circled they brought me something else completely. So on top of being forced
to eat I wasn’t even able to eat what I wanted. But finally Sunday night I get
to go home. Monday morning my pain is about a 10 I have a fever my mom calls
the doctor and they tell her what to do. Finally we figured out how to get my
pain level under control and just had to stick with the same routine. Now
eating was a fiasco I didn’t want too but I had too. I’d lost a lot of weight,
my skin was pale I just was not looking good.
Now it’s been almost 3 weeks since I had that 3<sup>rd</sup> surgery I
still can’t eat a whole lot, but I have to eat more every day to get back to
normal. Since I wasn’t fully recovered from the first one or even remotely
recovered from the 2<sup>nd</sup> it will take me about 8-12 weeks until I
finally start to feel better. I have a lot of restrictions on me and even now I
am still in pain some days. My doctor recommended I take the semester off
school since I can’t even carry a backpack or drive… I’ve had to take the
suggestion. I can’t work for about another month or so, the apartment I had in
SLC I had to give up because I can’t live alone right now. So for a girl who just
barely turned 20 a week ago today this is a lot to take in. 3 surgeries within
6 weeks, not being able to care for myself or do the things I normally can by
myself, having to put her dreams aside for a while to recover it has been
pretty hard to take in. I’m not going to say I don’t cry about it because I do.
My friends don’t really understand what I’ve been through or am still going
through nor to be completely honest do I think a lot of them even care. My mom
also said to me the other day you have friends that care about you it just isn’t
the ones you though would. She was right it’s the best friends that live in
Arizona, Vegas, Salt Lake City, Cedar City and then a couple of my best friends
from high school that were there for me not the people I had expected. Then my
family if it wasn’t for them I have no idea how I would of handled it all my
mom is honestly the best she has been by my side through it all and my brothers
have been there every step of the way helping in any way they knew how. Then
Tyson (boyfriend) even though he went back to St. George to his life he has
been here every step of the way trying to cheer me up, or sitting with me when I
cry but even better when I kept telling him how ugly I felt especially when
that tube was in my nose he told me I was beautiful or pretty every single day.
But to all of you who kept me in your prayers, and thoughts I thank you I
really appreciate. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> So…
yeah my life has pretty much been turned upside down for the moment, and like
my mom said I have to take it day by day. Even though I can’t go back to my old
life right now, and can’t for a couple months I need to keep my head held high
and stay positive because eventually I will get better. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-517816823856904895.post-76088128589149601232012-07-24T20:45:00.001-07:002012-07-24T20:45:26.019-07:00What doesn't kill you makes you stronger..<br />
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<b><i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">You are stronger than
you believe you are. Don’t give up! <o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> Yesterday
I arrived home from work tired, a little on the excited side to see some of my
favorite people but mainly just drained.
Some of you know and some of you don’t know that this summer has
literally been a living nightmare for me and the people I hold dear to me. At the end of spring semester I noticed my
stomach was starting to get pretty hard, told my roommate she thought it was
pretty weird too. Started to get sick literally all of the time, then pants
that fit my in April weren’t fitting me in May (as in tight on me). Needless to say when I went to the doctor the
first time they tested for an infection even did a pelvic exam but nope! No
infection or anything else wrong. But they still gave me pills to take for an infection
I didn’t have; went to a different doctor he immediately looked at my stomach
and thought I was 4 months pregnant. Which WAS NOT THE CASE! He checked my
blood work and what not sent me for a ultrasound the ultrasound tech was a
pretty cool lady was talking to me then all of a sudden stopped didn’t talk the
rest of the time. That night I was going on to dinner with my boyfriend and his
family, then I got a phone call saying I had a tumor, needless to say I went
home and cried like a baby to my mom. The next day I had to go in for CT scan
to see how big the tumor was they though it was the size of a volleyball…
little did they know. Within that next week I had to go get blood work done to
check for cancer some of the markers came back elevated I was not loving life. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">FINALLY the day of
surgery, all I want to do is sit home and cry. Get there mom and big brother
Colby come sit back with me before the surgery. Colby has always been a really
calm person so having him back there helped keep mom and I at ease. Go in for
the surgery wake up and I have a whole clan of people waiting for me. Big brother
Trevor wasn’t able to make it until later that night but when he got there he
was the only one who ended up getting me to eat, literally spoon feeding me.
(Best family I have here if I do say so myself)
Without those 3 people I wouldn’t be who I am today so I thank them for
everything they’ve done for me. Then there is my boyfriend Tyson who spent
literally almost every time my mom couldn’t be home to take care of me on my 2
week bed rest period with me and didn’t complain at all the only compliance was
we had to watch ALL of the Harry Potter movies.
Anyways back to the surgery I have a huge scar to show for it, and the
tumor was the size of a flipping watermelon yes a watermelon. It destroyed my
left ovary, tube and inflamed my appendix so it all came out. I weighed 131 the day of surgery I now weight
122.8 a month later you figure it out. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Then I can finally
start going back to my normal life routine with some minor exceptions a few
weeks later. Then last week I get a
phone call “Hello is this Shayley Warner, hi Shayley this is so and so and I
know this is going to be a little shocking for you but... some of your tumor
came back being cancerous.” Now you may wonder why it was such a shock to me a
week before I had been called by another doctor telling me it wasn’t and now
this. Needless to say, when I tell my mom I break down in tears, I thought the
living nightmare was over. But no I wasn’t
so lucky. The doctor said it was a fluke
she even caught it she just wanted to see how much the tumor weighed, and found
the cancer. The other doctor had looked right over it. So now this Friday I go
through another surgery not as major to see if the cancer is gone. If it isn’t
I will be doing some chemotherapy, if it is I will be visiting a cancer
specialist for 6 years until they make sure it is all gone, for good. I’m pretty upset about it, I am going to have
more scars on my stomach it will look like a science project. It is going to
suck. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">So… my summer it didn’t
go as planned it actually was the last thing that I planned. I’ve had people be
rude to me because it was “my fault” I got a tumor with cancer yes please
explain why I would want that then let me know. I am sorry that some of my
restrictions put a strain on you. I’ve had people say so you going to be able
to have kids or what? First off never ask someone that ever… it isn’t exactly a
conversation opener. But the best thing
is I am sorry Shayley I <b>know how you
feel</b>. Well thank you for saying sorry I really do appreciate… <b>but I don’t think you know how I feel</b>.
Therefore… maybe now that you have read this you may be enlightened but you
will never know how I feel unless you go through this yourself, and if any of
you who read this EVER have to go through it my heart goes out to you because I
would never want anyone to have to deal with what I am. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Now the big reason why
I wrote this blog for one I’ve pretty much shut everyone I care about out of my
life lately, because I have no idea how to deal with any of this I am doing the
best I can. For 2 I got a letter from a really good friend last night and the
last sentence of her letter said “You are stronger than you believe you are.
Don’t give up!” After reading that
letter I realized for a little bit there I had given up, but this trial is all
said and done I will really only be stronger.
So a big thanks goes out to the best mom I could ever ask for even when
times get tough she is always there right by my side pushing me along even when
I can’t do it. To my big brothers Trevor for always being the big old teddy bear
to me others may not see it often but he has the biggest heart and he has
always taken care of me and still does. To
my other big brother Colby who even though we still argue a lot he always can
make me laugh, and knows how to ease the tension when it is tough but also for
taking care of me still like he always has. To the boyfriend for putting up
with all the late night phone calls with me crying even when he doesn’t know
what to say he manages to make me feel a little better. To all of my wonderful
family and friends who came out to visit me and even if they couldn’t visit
called and kept me in there prayers and still are. The strangers who don’t even
know me but know a member of my family and have kept me in their thoughts; a
big thanks to my best friends (they know who they are) they’ve kept me laughing
and that’s a big part of staying strong. One last thanks to Kat your letter made me
realize that I couldn’t give up just yet. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">As the saying goes,
what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. <o:p></o:p></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-517816823856904895.post-50292655160277328842012-05-13T10:12:00.000-07:002012-05-13T10:12:03.398-07:001st year of college done (:<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> My
first year of college definitely had its ups and downs, but I can say it has
been one interesting year of my life… So here is some stuff I learned the first
year of college that will hopefully help me throughout the rest of my college
year, and the freshman going in:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;">
<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">1<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">When
you have to do laundry for the very first time without mom around, and you call
her to ask if something can go together… she will start laughing get used to
it. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">2.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Mom
will always be 1 phone call away, when you are having a bad day. Yes, you still
have bad days in college and yes you will want your mom. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">3.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">You
will get sick of the cafeteria food; you will savor the moments you go out to
eat with friends but the moments you will most savor are when you go home and
get “real” home cooked food. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;">
<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">4.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">If
you’re anything like me you will cry when you’re overwhelmed with school, work,
and whatever else is going on with your roommates, family, or your
relationship. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">5.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Watch
out for the fresh 15, or as we called it at SUU the t-bird twenty; the junk
food will get to you eventually. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">6.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">So
to keep of the fresh 15 off get a gym buddy and eat healthy. Trust me the gym
time and gym buddy will be one of your favorite parts of the day if you have a
gym buddy as awesome as mine. (: <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">7.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Going
home to see your family and best friends from high school is the best feeling
in the world; you’ll always go a little over the speed limit… to get home
faster.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">8.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Your
roommate does not need to be your best friend either does your suitemates; but
you do live with them. So be nice to each other, and have roommate dates they
are a fun thing to look forward too. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">9.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">You
and your roommate could be a lot alike, and have some weird obsession with
music like you do. Trust me it makes for some pretty fun dance parties in your
room. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">10.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">If
you have a car and live close to campus, it is nice to offer to take people to
Wal-Mart with you because honestly half the people you live with won’t have a
car and will really appreciate it. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">11.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">You
think a trip to Wal-Mart will be a 10 minute trip tops, usually you will be
there for at least an hour. Enjoy it!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;">
<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">12.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> If you live in a small town like I did my
first year, there isn’t a whole lot to do, make your own fun. Taking trips to
St. George for Cold Stone ice cream will always put a smile on your face. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">13.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">If
you don’t absolutely love it, or need it don’t buy it… <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">14.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The
people you live with will become like family, and I mean everyone you live with
not just the people who are in your room. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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will get annoyed with the people you live with, smile and walk away so you don’t
say something you will regret later. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">16.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">It
is possible you will fight with your roommate do the above statement or you
will regret it later. I do know from personal experience. If you do fight with
your roommate let it cool off before you talk again. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">17.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Thing
will happen that put you out of your comfort zone get over it fast. It will
happen at least once a day. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">18.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">There
are things that even mom and dad can’t fix learn to live with it, life is not
perfect. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">19.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Your
big brothers will also only be a phone call away, I bet they appreciate talking
to you as much as you do them. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">20.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Don’t
put anything in the community fridge without putting your name on it, it will
be eaten or drank. The possibility that it will get eaten or drank is still
there even if your name is on it. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;">
<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">21.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Better
yet, have your own fridge. Your roommate will love you for it. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;">
<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">22.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Pushing
your beds together to have a big bed is awesome, especially if your roommate doesn’t
stay in your room that often. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;">
<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">23.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">You
will make new friends who help you out a lot throughout the semester, but your
old friends are just as great. Keep all of your friends close, just stay away
from people who try to hurt your feelings they are not worth your time. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;">
<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">24.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Your
boyfriend will still make you mad like he did in high school, but he will still
take care of you when you are sick and make you laugh so hard you cry. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;">
<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">25.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Your
RA may seem strict, but they really aren’t. Mine was always laughing and you
could always figure out where she was just by her laugh. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;">
<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">26.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">If
you have a job like I did, you will try to do your homework at night when its
slow, but just expect that at least 10 of your friends will come and sit down
there for a while and you will not finish your homework. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;">
<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">27.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The
library is great; you will do homework in there. Just stay away from the
computers or bringing your laptop if you can so you won’t waste time on Facebook.
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;">
<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">28.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> Yes, Facebook is still a thing you waste time
on… but in college its much worse when you Facebook stalk all your friends from
high school. Everyone does it, trust me. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;">
<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">29.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">You
will take random trips whether it be home, Vegas, or St George. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;">
<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">30.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> Do what you want, make all the memories you
can. This is prime time of life. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;">
<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">31.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">If
you’re Mormon you will talk to some of your friends about how we are trouble on
society because we aren’t married yet. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;">
<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">32.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">A
lot of your friends will start getting married; you will start to think some of
your friends are crazy. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;">
<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">33.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Learn
from your mistakes, and don’t regret your decisions. It was what you wanted at
the time and it will only make you stronger.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;">
<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">34.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> Going to bed early isn’t impossible… but it is
highly unlikely. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;">
<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">35.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Sometimes
you and your roommate will have a girls day, and eat ice cream and watch chick
flicks. It’s always a good time. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;">
<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">36.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">If
you’re anything like me, everyone on your floor will call you Momma Shay (but
your own name) and come to you with their problems and eat your chocolate. (: <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;">
<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">37.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Boys
will be your best friends, especially when they know everything about cars. Plus,
they don’t like drama so they are much easier to talk too. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;">
<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">38.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">It
is possible to get a 4.0 you have to be determined, and reward yourself. But don’t
stress yourself out to the point you call your mom crying if you don’t think you
did well on a test. (Yes, I did do this a lot, and yes I do need to stop
stressing out so much.) <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;">
<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">39.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The
boys across the hall from you first semester become your best friends, and you
spend a majority of your time watching them play video games just so you can
hang out with them. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;">
<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">40.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> You’ll meet people from all over the place,
and even live with some of them. The culture difference is really interesting.
Some of my best friends now come from Vegas and we couldn’t be more different.
(: <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;">
<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">41.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">You
go as long as you can without doing laundry so you can try to take it home.
Free laundry is the best, and so is good shower pressure. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;">
<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">42.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Your
bed at home is your favorite thing ever, and your mom usually finds you asleep
on it an hour after you get home. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;">
<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">43.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">If
you move far away from home it is scary, and a big change but don’t forget
everyone around you is doing it too. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;">
<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">44.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Don’t
expect to get something if you didn’t try for it, life doesn’t work like that. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;">
<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">45.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">People
will be straight up with you, get used to it.
Because I’ll bet your being pretty straight forward yourself. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;">
<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">46.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">You
will give up on trying to look cute, make up is the least of your worries. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;">
<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">47.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Reading
a book for fun especially the hunger games this last semester was something you
see a lot of people do. (: <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;">
<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">48.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Free
stuff makes every college student happy, because it is normally food or a
t-shirt. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;">
<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">49.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">You
learn that some things just aren’t for you and some people will get mad at the
choices you make. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;">
<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">50.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Learning
that you’re an adult now, and sometimes it’s hard is frustrating but so worth
the trip. So ENJOY IT! <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">These were just some of
the things I learned at SUU my first year of college, I could probably go on
and on but I won’t. The most important thing I learned is your family will
always be there for you, but you have to do what is best for you. Even though
SUU isn’t the place for me the people I met help influence all my choices, and
helped me grow as a person. As did the friends and family I still had from home…
So even though I can’t wait to start my new journey at the University of Utah,
it’s now time for me to end the one at Southern Utah University. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-517816823856904895.post-61702872532313493722012-01-07T21:41:00.000-08:002012-01-07T21:41:09.392-08:00Miracles..<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Lately, I’ve been hearing a lot about miracles, even witnessed some over the 3 week break that I have been home. It all started Christmas morning… <o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Every year my mom gets my two brothers and I a present that is the same; we can never guess what it is, and it has always drove me crazy. This year was no different, Christmas morning my oldest brother Trevor woke me up. Yes, everyone my oldest brother… Colby was up as well they are still little kids at heart. We went downstairs to open presents, we always wait until the last present to open up mom’s “special” gift. This year for me personally it was extra special… my brothers and I got a DVD, 17 Miracles with a card explaining something different to each of us. My mom knows me better than anyone in the world, and she knew that lately I’ve been a doubter. <o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Later on I watched the DVD and started to actually see the miracles that happened throughout it, these miracles are based on the trials that happened when the LDS religion was traveling to Salt Lake City. For those of you who aren’t familiar with the movie. Later after it was over I was driving home, and I thought wow… miracles really do happen, even if they are just something small. <o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Now as I said earlier I have been hearing a lot about miracles, and have witnessed some in the past 3 weeks that I have been home. The first that comes to mind, I was with Skylar he got a phone call and I jokingly said, “I bet it’s the missionaries you better answer.” He didn’t but when he called the number back it turned out to be the missionaries. Another night when I was with him, we had just been driving home when he got another phone call, he didn’t answer. Then, I told him he should call back so he does; turns out the missionaries were going to be meeting with him that very night. Also that night he decided to get baptized. Miracle # 1. <o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I have a very good friend of mine; she has been one of my very best friends since freshman year in high school. A little background on her Stacia, she got married last year, moved to Arizona, and has just been living the married life. I got a phone call, I missed it and then I listened to a voicemail. I knew the call was urgent so I immediately called her back, and received the news that one of my very best friends is going to be having a baby. Miracle # 2. <o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Trust me, I have witnessed small miracles recently as well. Ranging from something simple like seeing an old friend from your past, or having a person you love come back into your life, to something big like my best friend having a baby.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Miracles occur every single day, they may be big, they may be little… we just need to keep our hearts, and eyes open to them. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">It just took a little reminding from my mom (: </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-517816823856904895.post-67423051287886886002011-12-18T23:13:00.000-08:002011-12-18T23:13:15.116-08:00Shayley..<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>To a lot of people I’m known as Shayley… to my best friends I’m known as loud, not so shy, loves to talk Shayley… to my roommate at college I’m known as the late night talk, Ke$ha loving Shayley… <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>to the kids in high school I could have been known as the girl with zebra seat covers, the cheerleader, or the girl who is always with that guy…to my mom I’m the hardworking, stressed out, loves reading and napping Shayley… to my brothers I’m the little sister to protect and take care of, the one who when they babysat me I was really waiting on them hand and foot… to my dad I was the little girl who he called bug, and loved going to Bear Lake and watching Grease… to someone else I was the dependable, argumentative, cuddle bug Shayley.<o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>This year a lot has happened in my life, graduated from high school, moved away from the familiar to college, broke up with my high school sweetheart, and struggled with a lot of changes. But mostly, I’ve changed. Like I said I moved away from home to a completely new town, a completely new experience, to completely new people. Along the way I met my roommate, we have our up’s and down’s but it all works out. I’ve grown up a lot, don’t get me wrong I still call my mom, and usually I call her crying about one thing or the other.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But, recently a lot of people have noticed a change that I’m not so sure I can bring back. <o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I’ve been told by my friends, your smile lines have faded, you look exhausted Shayley, are you getting your sleep? Truth be told, I probably do look exhausted, and I do feel tired. The break up with my high school sweetheart took a toll on me, I know, its college I’m suppose to grow, experience new things. And eventually I will. I'm still the Shayley who loves singing to Ke$ha, who loves seven-eleven hot chocolate, and will listen to anyone who has a problem.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> But right now I need to say this for me; for those of you who tell me to ,“Get over it, get over him.” Sorry, it isn’t that easy. For those of you who tell me, “He’ll come back” Really? Where is he? And for those of you who say, “I know how you feel” um… I don’t think you do but I’m sure you do in your own way.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I know a lot of people have been trying to help me, and I’m grateful for every single one of them… but please take a step back and see how I really do feel. <o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I know the changes are going to keep coming, whether I’m ready or not. But get to know me for me through the ups, and the downs. <o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">And if<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>he reads this, really I’m sorry.</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0