Saturday, May 30, 2009
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
I just kept sitting straight up in bed breathing really hard. It was weird.
It was one of those moments where you think... "I want my Mommy".
Don't you miss those days? Where the worst thing you had to worry about was scraping your knee? The days where no matter your woe, you could run to your Mom (or Dad) and they would make it alllll better. Wow, I really took those days for granted.
I need Mom to be here now.
No more nightmares... Ugh.
Friday, May 22, 2009
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Hank is a 7 1/2 year old boy right here in Sacramento suffering from Parry Romberg Syndrome. Parry Romberg Syndrome is a rare, incurable craniofacial disorder which is characterized by the slow atrophy of half of the face. The condition also causes neurological symptoms, including seizures and severe facial pain. Very little is known about the cause or course of this disorder. It is classified as a rare disease in the United States. The goal is to help Hank get to his surgery in New York this summer. He is local here in Sacramento. Let's raise some money for Hank!
We will be holding a bake sale with all proceeds going to the Gibbs family, if you are not in my area and cannot attend the bakesale...
Summer Bake Sale
Join Us Friday May 29th
3100 Zinfandel Drive
All proceeds go to Gibbs Family
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Why is it that people can make something out of nothing? Is it because we get bored with our own lives, so we find so much interest in others'?
Sometimes I just do not get it.
I mean, don't get me wrong. We are ALLLL guilty of a little gossip here and there. Ive made my share of comments about people without them knowing. So let me tell you. It stops here.
I'm 24 years old, and have better things to do then be concerned about how someone else lives their life, what choices they make, who they are with, what they are wearing or how they express themselves. I'm making a promise to myself... I will be my #1 concern. No one else.
I'm not trying to be selfish, of course my family is my priority, but beyond that and a few choice friends I don't care what they do with their life. To each their own. Power to the people man!!
What a blessing to have the freedoms we do, the opportunities in life, the choices of careers religions, sexual orientations and the choice to choose our friends & our hair color. I mean, WE ARE SO LUCKY!
I will choose more wisely. I will make sure I surround myself with people that are healthy for my growth, and that really truly deep down care about me as a whole, and just not on the surface. I hear that you will only meet a few of these people in a lifetime. I hope I meet them one day, and I hope I can be that person to someone else.
We learn so many lessons in life, I have learned many already. I feel like I'm a 50 year old in a 24 year old's body, and that is okay. I know I am no where near perfect... but I try to do good. Make people smile. Give when I can. Show love. Be honest. I want to be a good person. I love making others feel good, and I will continue to better myself.
I love everyone I have in my life right now. They all add a little something different. May it be spontaniety, a listening ear. Strong arms, a good hug , good advice- someone to cry to, and those that just teach me lessons. Lessons upon lessons.
Another lesson learned :)
Man, and does it feel good!
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Monday, May 11, 2009
Friday: Worked from 8am-1pm, 1pm-6pm moved boxes up stairs- 11pm-2am Danced hours straight Friday night for work.
Saturday- Up at 8am to start moving again. Got all the heavy stuff. We moved until about 7pm
Sunday- Continued moving crap up those damn stairs.
Today... I have the most beautiful flowers to look at.... Two bouquet's in a week? Man, do I feel special. Every woman deserves flowers. They are AWESOME.
This one has stargazer Lilly's that haven't bloomed yet. They are so super fragrant, I adore them. They are from my Manager Denise, for my two year anniversary at the company.
These... Well... These, they took my breath away. Thank you... You know who you are.