Lunch with Dan

Dan Shealy and IDan is one of my oldest friends. I met him through CAP (Civil Air Patrol) when I was fourteen. We didn't get along when we first met, but we "duked it out", and all has been great ever since! It was so nice to see him! Mom and I were able to go to Towson to eat some yummy food together! Dan drove a ton to see us. Thanks Dan!

Tear Drop Part 3

I saw the below, and couldn't help but tear up...Monica Rodriguez Smith and her Unborn child....so much sadness....

Tear Drop part I

So I know that I am super late in getting these on, and I'm sorry!!! I regret to inform you that I have unfortunately inherited my dear dear Mothers Perpetual lateness disease...and therefore, all that I am late in getting done is really not my fault at all...its strictly genetics!!! ( Love you MOM!!)

So, this was amazingly beautiful to see...really touching. Its down an Industrial lane where you wonder if you are going to be mugged and stuffed into one of the many empty buildings on either side of you....but at the very end is this Oasis of grass and flowers with this monument.

My dear Uncle Billy...who was wonderful enough to drive us ladies around.

My sweet Momma and my wonderful Aunt Margie who I LOVED getting to spend time with!



Myself, my awesome Aunt Betsy, and my Uncle Billy

Tear Drop Part 2

Wow...its just beautiful...

They possitioned the Monument so that if you look through the crack, you can see the space in the New York skyline where the Twin Towers should be. Very touching.

Sunset over the Salt Lake Valley

Watching the sun go down over the valley....beautiful!!!

This is still the sun going DOWN! My sweet Mom joked that this was the sun comming up!!

Talk about an awesome date! I have seen more of Utah in the past couple weeks than I have all the years I have lived here....and its just the beginning! I love it! Thanks Brett!

Fun at the 5K

We have been looking forward to this day for some time. Amy came up with the idea to run a 5k, and it took root. I have never been all that fond of running, but I have always wanted to do a 5K and 10K just so that I could cross that off of my list of things I would like to accomplish...mostly because it would be a challenge for a non-runner like me! We all started training mostly on our own since our schedules are so different...I was so proud of myself to finally run close to 3 miles every other day, and then the week before the race, I got hurt and couldn't run. Schaara was wonderful enough to run in my place even though she had planned on being the one taking the pictures of us crossing the line. Thanks Schaara!!!

Schaara coming to the finished line! Amy, Bre and little Adalade close to the finish line!

Hanging out before the race. It was the perfect temperature!!! Slightly chilly with a little drizzle....nice!

The gang!

Fun at Mt. Timp. Caves!

Schaara and I

Apparently Schaara got tired of me turning around and whiping me with my hair! So she decided to fix the problem and eat my hair!!!

Schaara, Marissa and I near the mouth of the caves

The view was so beautiful!! It was an easy hike just because it was all paved, although pretty steep. I am a little bit accident prone, so I did my best to stay away from the edge that had no railings!!

This picture is just for you MOM!!!

Birthday Fun!!!

I know that this is super late in getting put in, but better late than never!! So this years birthday was inevitably different than planed, but we rolled with the "punches"!! Gavin, Amy, Schaara, and I all went to Boondocks and played laser tag, had cake, and stayed out late! The shirt I was wearing apparently puts off its own energy source when placed under a black light! Amy told all of the little kids in her team to shoot the "glowing girl"!! I had no chance!Good Times! GREAT friends!

Attack of the Polluted Plunger!!

They all laughed at me...YOU have even laughed at me!! What am I talking about? Germs seeping into your pores!! This is serious stuff, and now I have solid proof!!

It all happened a couple weeks ago at a "person who shall remain nameless" house...the house had absolutely horrible suction ( not my fault!)...and that is where all the fun and games ended.

I had to use the restroom in unnamed persons house, and against all my efforts...yep...it clogged. Already embarrassed, I stretched my neck out to a friend and PSSTT in earnest...unfortunately, the only plunger available was in unnamed persons bathroom which is strictly off limits...so to further my embarrassment unnamed person had to be notified of the horrific deed that had been done in his other restroom and had to bring out the weapon in question.

My friend rounded the corner holding the germiest household "tool" and as we went to do a tricky hand off touching as little of the grimy wooden handle as possible, she...she....she...collided the icky instrument with my LEG!!! IT TOUCHED ME! She jumped, I screamed, unnamed person almost came around the corner to see if we needed help! I didn't know what to do! I couldn't very well strip so as to eliminate possible pore infection from said instrument, so with tears in my eyes...I went to unclog the throne....

Then to my absolute horror....it broke!!! The outside rubber ring broke off, and rubber attached to the wooden handle plunged deep into the watery depths splashing its putrid droplets EVERYWHERE!! Now the poo particles are airborne!!!

Laugh while you can, because as I started to feel a burning sensation, they all laughed and laughed and said how dramatic I was, and no one ever gets hurt by poo particles seeping into your pores...but THIS IS HOW I FOUND MY LEG THE NEXT MORNING.....

Having a tough week...

I feel like someone recovering from a war
not sure if the wound received is fatal
feel older than my peers
eyes holding silent tears
looking from the outside in
like I no longer quit fit
how many around hold heavy scars?
so many broken hearts, so much pain
I feel a shell of myself
surrounded with all that was to be
once full of color, now barely black and white
painfully fading, yet mockingly present at the same time
the girl smiling in those pictures...
who is she?
I dont know that me anymore

there is an old picture of my mom...
young and in love
her wide eyes filled with wonder
her dreams hadn't been chrushed yet
it always made me sad...
how I wish she could stay that way...innocent
before the betrayals, the pain

I never thought that my girl would look at old pictures of her mom
and wonder that about me...

I remember feeling some days like I was a child playing house
I would confide this to Travis and we would laugh
I dont feel like a child anymore
I feel achingly like an adult
adn it sadly reminds me of a song that I wish I felt no connection to...
"Im not a princess, this isnt a fairytale..."
maybe there is no such thing as "Happily Ever After"
There is lots of hard work and hope
that your love will become something more...
more beautiful, more tender, stronger through time
trials adn tests of faith
and sometimes....those you had the most hope for..
are the ones that break your heart.

I never thought I would look back pictures of us
and envy the girl who didnt know that
Forever...didnt mean a thing.