Week 23: Personal Paradise

My personal paradise is unachievable. In my paradise the setting and company would always be changing by my will. Also I would never have any responsibilities that I didn't want. For example, if I wanted to take care of a few bearded dragons and a cactus plant, I could. But if I didn't want to cook or clean I would never have to. I could just will it be done and it would be done. And who's paradise doesn't include being filthy rich? On top of all that impossibility I want to control time. If I want an hour to feel like days, it would be so. If I wanted an hour to few like minutes, that's how it would be. Finally and most unbelievably, I would want Alec to be nicer. Yeahhhhhhhh that sounds about perfect.  

Week 22: Kindness

Unfortunately, Damion and I have been through some rough patches in our relationship. Mostly the roughness was his fault. He would lie, let me down, and make very poor decisions regarding other women. I must say now that he is a totally different person. Damion is much smarter, mature, and happier than he was when we first started dating. So eventually he figured life out, but this story takes place over a time when I had just dumped his sorry butt.
I broke up with him, told him that I needed time, and then didn't talk to him for a few days. Shortly after the break up I came down with a poorly timed case of the flu. I couldn't keep ANYTHING down. I had just started to feel the tiniest bit better when my mom asked me if I could take my younger sister Teagan into Metamora to drop her off with my aunt. Sensing my mother's desperation, i reluctantly said yes. Long-ish story short, I threw up all over my self and the car while I was driving, had to strip down in McDonald's parking lot, and drive home with no pants on. When I arrived at my home, none of my family was available to bring me pants. Living in town, I needed pants to walk from the car to my house. Having no where else to turn, I called my ex at the time, Damion. Without hesitation or question he hopped into his truck and drove 15 minutes to bring his ex a pair of pants and he even looked away when I was putting them on like a gent. Sweetest. Guy. Ever. <3

Week 21: Love in the Movies

Well this blog is going to be short and sweet because I already typed and published this post, but Ms. A's rotten computer didn't go through with my demand.
I root for Buttercup and Wesley from the book and movie The Princess Bride. Their love withstands a lot. In fact Wesley was "killed" by pirates, but then comes back and saves Buttercup from murders only to be really killed by the guy she got engaged to while she thought Wesley was dead the first time. Buttercup never truly loved the other guy though. Since he was a Prince he chose her and she couldn't refuse because of the law. Even though Prince Humperdink kills Wesley, he (with a little help) comes back to life by the hand of a miracle man. Then Wesley storms the castle, rescuing Buttercup once again. Any love that can last through all that is a winner.   

Week 20: My Family In Picture Form

Since there is so many of us in my family, we are always saying that we should buy a bus. In all realness, my mother actually calls whatever were driving the bus. She'll say, "Bus's leaving in five minutes!!" And we all just say, "K!" 

My older brother is convinced that Scotty McCreery is depressed. He says that no one's voice should be that low unless they just lack the happiness to raise it. I think it's kind of like the sad donkey from the Poo Bear shows. Brandon and I always go, "(Deep voiced sigh!) I'm depressed" in our best deep Scotty McCreery voices.

Living with so many people, one bathroom is not enough. That goodness we live right across the street from Casey's. If you really have to go and there is a line, you can just take a quick jog over to the gas station, run in, say hi to whoever is working, and hope their potty isn't being used. 

 My dad loved the Karate Kid. Either that or it just so happened to always be on TV so he thought might as well watch it. He and my brother would always say, "Eyyye-ta-ta-ta...no Daniel-son." and they waggle their fingers and shake their heads. It always made me crack up.

 

In my grade school through junior high years my mom thought that if she fed us green beans with every dinner we would be healthy children. The green beans she fed us weren't even high quality green beans though; they were out of a can. Now she has learned better and only feeds us canned green beans twice a week. But that doesn't defeat the fact that canned green beans are still super gross and always will be. 

Week 19: Being An Animal

If I was reincarnated as an animal, I would want to be a flamingo. My comps and novel class discovered that this particular bird is my spirit animal. Finally my color on the outside would portray what's on the inside; sweet, blissful, bubbly happiness. I could fly all over and hang out in the water all day. Not to mention that I'm pink! I would be the envy of all the birds. Also I love shrimp and flamingos enjoy shrimp too! I'm not to sure how well I would be able to sleep on one leg, but I think that I'd get used to it. Having backwards knee caps would take some getting used to too. Another thing that's strange about flamingos is that both sex is pink. Being attracted to a pink man flamingo would be hard too because I like my men more masculine. But for the love of pink, I could probably get over it.