Who I am...

I can remember when I was in my early 20's and I made the statement "I need to find out who I am!" At 27 I can tell you exactly who I am, what my likes and dislikes are...I am more settled right now than I have ever been in my whole life..and it feels great...


I like going on walks ... I like holding hands... I like going to the beach, no matter what time it is...I like looking at the stars and I want to go hiking in the great wilderness.. I want to go camping because I never went as a child (or a adult for that matter)... I love falling asleep in the arms of someone who loves me ... and I love waking up in his arms as well... I like being kissed on the forehead and having my back rubbed... I love massages no matter who they're from (unless they are from some stranger who feels the need to come up and touch you)... If you give me one, I will melt...but I also like my space..dont crowd me and get in my "Air Space"...  I love taking pictures.. I don't like when people complain that I take too many... I love laughing, I love being silly, I love when people aren't afraid to be silly sometimes. I love cartoons. I wish I could get into scrapbooking.... I love to swim and play in the water and I love board games... I love to sing, even though I'm horrible at it... But if you ask me to sing for you, I probably won't... I like being spontaneous... Music is important to me... I can get lost in the lyrics especially if they speak directly to me... Writing is my passion...I feel a yearning that I havent felt in years...I know I have talent and I WILL do something with it...

I have strong opinions ...I will share them, but only when I feel so inclined. Generally speaking, I think before I speak...especially in large groups... But once you get to know me, I am an open book.... I love the fact that my husband and I have been married for almost 6 years and he still opens the door for me... I want to be respected -- I want my feelings to be respected and my thoughts to be respected. More than anything else, I want my body to be respected... I know how to be sexy.. I know how to be desirable...but I also know how to throw on a T-shirt and a baseball hat and get dirty... I like being told that I'm beautiful..I love looking across the room and catching my husbands eye and we smile at each...

I'm not always as confident as I seem ... I have days where I hate the way I look and nothing seems to be going right... Most times, I don't want to talk about what is bothering me ... sometimes I just want silence to straighten out my own thoughts... I like to have a good cry every now and then..it always seems to make me feel better when I do... I dont like seeing anyone else cry...I don't like when people run from their true feelings because it doesn't do anyone any good... I wear my heart on my sleeve around the people that I love, but I am not naive. I know what it feels like to be completely broken and I am all too familiar with what it means to be hurt... I know what it's like to see something funny and not laugh...but I also know that without being broken I could never have become the stronge person that I am right now...

I like playing Nintendo, PS3, X-box..any video game really ( mario and zelda are my all time favorites) ...  I'm not useless in terms of computers, I know more about them than the location of the "on" button. If I don't know, chance are, I will try and fix it/find it myself ... and then ask for help or I will choose to find another way to do what I'm trying to... However, I know nothing about cars will always pick up the phone and call my daddy no matter how old I am (even thought I am married)...

I'm not afraid to get dirty ... I enjoy being sweaty because I was working out...It's a good feeling... I love to run because no matter how hard I pound on the pavement it takes all my frustrations.. I alos enjoy long slow walks in the summer time at night when you can see the lightning bugs out... I love Alabama football..Im not much interested in any other team..and thats ok..Most of the time, I choose what teams uniform is "prettiest" and go for that team (and yes I get made fun of by my husband for this)...My nails are not my top priority (even thought I really do try).. they never will be... I might paint them ... but once I do, the polish will stay on until it wears off, no matter how chipped it is...

I love long showers and the feeling of my teeth after they have been brushed... I do not like the dentist or the doctor ... I'll probably gripe about going to both of them, no matter how necessary it might be... Needles are a phobia..so are spiders of any size... the alarm clock going off is my least favorite sound and it can easily drive me insane...Couldnt they have made a less annoying sound for something that wakes you up from a dead sleep ( talk about waking up on the wrong side of the bed)...

I like food, even if it's not good for me..Cookies especially... I like Shakespeare, even though I don't understand half of what he is saying... I love to learn..I ask a lot of questions... Even if you honestly don't know, I will probably continue to ask until you give me an answer... I'm tend to be gullible at times... I like things that make you think..and I like to be the one that looks at the other side of things...

I am afraid of being lonely ...of not being appreciated or wanted. ..Of people not knowing how much they mean to me. I'm afraid of drowning..of choking and of not understanding... I'm not afraid to be myself or of interacting with people who are different than me... I'm not afraid to admit that I'm wrong, but I will rarely admit it...My friends are the most important people in the world to me...they are part of my family...I love my family..even thought we are a strange bunch of people..I love them...

I like popcorn with lots of butter and raisenettes...I could watch reruns of Friends, One Tree Hill, and Sex in the City and never get bored ... I love the smell of new books and new cars... I love bread and Chocolate ice cream... I love Gap sweatpants ... I love having my hair in a messy ponytail.. I love being comfortable but I also love dressing up in my highes heels... I am just as comfortable in a skirt as I am in sweats... I don't wear much make up ...it literally takes me 5 minutes in the morning to put it on... I love to work, it makes me feel productive and useful... It keeps me from being idle... I hate feeling useless... I love staying up late (even thought the older I get, the harder it is to stay up) and I love sleeping though I will never sleep enough...
 I love my son...He kept me going when I had nothing else to look forward to.. I am not a animal person (even thought I really do love puppys)... My favorite color is pink... I don't like math ... I still have to count on my fingers and If I dont have a calculator, Im screwed... I love reading for hours on end ... especially outside on a sunny day... I love the sun ... I love feeling the warm sunshine on my face...

I support and appreciate people who can argue their point.. even if I don't agree. I don't like when people can't support themselves ...I don't like laziness... I'm trying to learn how to disagree without being disagreeable and I admire people who know how... I also admire people who can play more than one instrument...You would think that as much as I love music I would be musically talented (sadly, I am not)..I love praying... I'd rather be hot than cold and I would rather eat chicken than beef but I love beef jerky...  Christmas is favorite holiday... I love birthdays and Christmas because they bring people together... I admire integrity and honesty .... I love best friends and old friends ... and I love when new friends become old friends...

Florescent lights always make people look weird and I don't understand why stores always put them in dressing rooms... There are a lot of clothes I am too self conscious to wear ... a lot of clothes I don't think I can pull off... But sometimes I'll try... I love good smelling lotions and shampoos ... especially the Victoria's Secrets ones... I love when guys wear cologne ... I love when guys are ticklish ... and I love laughing so hard I cry. I love straight teeth. I am addicted to coffee and sugar free Red Bull's... . I will always think I should lose more weight..and I will never be compeltly happy with the way I look...I'm not unhappy with the way I look, but I don't always think I look my best.. Those are the days I change my clothes six times before deciding which shirt I want to wear...and when I walk out of the house I still dont like what I have on..

I believe in love... Real, true, amazing,  love... I believe in my self ... I believe in other people... I will never give up on the people I really care about, even if they break my heart a thousand times... I believe in God and I know He will never give up on me ... even if I break His heart a thousand times...

I could fill a book with my thoughts ... and someday I will... I want to be published, I want to be known... I used to want to move to a big city but the older I get the more I love living in the country... I love being a wife, a mother, and a friend, a daughter, a sister.... I want to help others through my writing...I love the fact that I am finally starting to accept me the way I am...

I love blankets...even in the summer. I love fans ... even in the winter. Fresh air and natural light cure just about anything... I am a firm believer that everything happens for a purpose ... that it is up to us to discover that purpose ... and that more often than not, we won't understand ... even if we find an answer. Regardless, I believe that everything works out for the best... Always... I think clichés are amusing and though I feel weird using them to justify things.. I do anyway...

I love shoes of any kind.. I like making sandcastles and playing in the ocean. I'm bad at foreign languages, I don't understand what they are saying and I feel horrible after asking them 3 times to repeat what they said (at which point, I just nod my head)... I adore the hymns of the church... The most original pickup line I have ever heard was "If fine was a fan, You would be a hurricane" (mind you, this came from a man at walmart when i was sweaty and in my workout clothes with no makeup on)..

I like people who can make me laugh ... I love making people laugh. I don't blush easily, but if I do, it means something... I like people who make me think about things ... people who willingly put up with my absentmindedness and like it... I'm not afraid to laugh at myself ... nor am I afraid to laugh at other people... I have a hard time letting go and when I love, I love deeply. I'm sincere and genuine ... and I like people who are sincere and genuine... People who respect themselves.. boys who love their moms...I think its the sweetest thing ever that my husband talks to his mom everyday.. I don't want to be told that I'm loved ... I want to be shown... If you hurt me, I'm going to talk to my friends about it ... My moods are hard to distinguish..When I get mad, I'm quiet..when I'm hurt, I'm quiet...sometimes when I am deep in thought, I'm quiet...

 I'd rather pick a flower from my front yard or the side of the road than buy them.. I like homemade cookies and hand drawn pictures from my son... I'd rather give you something sentimental than something practical ... but I'm not against practicality... If I'm shopping and something silly catches my eye and makes me think of you, chances are ... you'll be receiving it shortly thereafter. Silly gifts make life enjoyable. :)

Inside jokes are amazing ... remember whens are mind blowing. Getting together with three of your best friends from high school and looking at middle school yearbooks years after is one of the most amusing things in the world... I love apple juice... I don't like eating pineapple... I don't like paying for parking (I think its stupid) ... and I would rather park farther away if it's free. If something is broken, I'll probably leave it broken until I need it next... I make my bed every morning because I hate when the sheets are all messed up at night... I would rather carry out the plans than create the plans... I love beginnings, but I know that endings have to come before beginnings can happen. ..Some of the most beautiful things in my life have ended ... but endings bring about strength and teach lessons that could never have been learned otherwise.... And I can definitely appreciate that... =)


This is me...This is who I am...I think I have just determined that I really like who I have become... :)

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Simple Honesty vs. Brutal Honesty

I want to start this blog off by saying a few things...This blog is where I come to express my thought, feelings, and anything else that runs through my mind...I don't write to please anyone other than myself...If for some reason what I write offends you..I'm sorry..but let it be said again..I don't write to please anyone other than myself...I am not a fiction writer..I write about what I know...and what I know is my real life experiences...With that said..let the rest of my blog begin...

I was accused of being "Too Honest" in my last post...so that actually got me to thinking...First, is there a such thing as being too honest? Or is it just a mixed message of "Simple Truth vs. Brutal Truth"?

You see,  Simple Truth is defined as: plain truth...meaning you tell the truth without giving a detailed description...It is much more of a cushioned approach..your giving enough of the details to get your point across without going into to much emotion...

When you start talking about "Brutal Truth" the definition gets a bit more detailed...Brutal Truth is defined as:  to tell the truth to the point where it might hurt the other person...meaning you pull no punches..there is no cushion...

Which leads me to my last question...Is there a such thing as being "too honest"?? What I fail to understand is what is so wrong with honesty? Yeah, it hurts sometimes..but in the end..it's real..it's raw...and its the one thing you can stand on stable ground with...If you have a relationship built on lies and "omitted" truths the ground beneath you will crumble and the fall will be 10 times harder...

My last blog was "Simple Truth" at its finest..I didnt go into as much detail as I could have...not every memory that I have of my childhood or adolecencse is "Roses & Rainbows"...but is everyone's?? Just because my memories are not as horrible as some does not make my feelings and memories any less important or painful...

Only in the last year have I started to actually realize that I am validated in the feelings that I have...others may not be ready to stand and face the music..but I for one am tired of living in a world that is fabricated with "false truths"..and people hiding behind there feelings "in order to keep the peace"... You are taught from birth that "Honesty is the best policy" and to always say what your feeling...but as soon as you put a little grain of truth in your words..people retract...

So..in closing...tell me the truth..always be honest with me...I may not like what you have to say..and I'm pretty sure it will hurt like hell...but here's the thing...I will get over it...I will take it heart..I will apply it...and I will respect you more for it...and when it's over..I will thank you for making me a stronger person...

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"Staying close..."

"The family. We were a strange little band of characters trudging through life sharing diseases and toothpaste, coveting one another's desserts, hiding shampoo, borrowing money, locking each other out of our rooms, inflicting pain and kissing to heal it in the same instant, loving, laughing, defending, and trying to figure out the common thread that bound us all together."
~Erma Bombeck

It's hard to put into words and convey what I really want to say here..so I am going to try and I hope that you can feel what I am trying to say...

As a child growing up, I don't have a good recollection of my family ever being that close...I mean, yeah we got together at all the important holidays but other than that you only saw them when someone died. My mom and dad worked a good bit back then, as times were hard with 3 kids, and neither one of them having a high school diploma. They both worked hard to provide for us kids..so I dont fault them for that at all. I actually think that's where I got my value of hard work. My brother and sister were older than I was and was very involved in school activities and didnt have much time to play with there "annoying" little sister. There was a couple of years there that I can actually remember my older brother, sister, and I being somewhat close...but the year that I turned 7 my parents divorced...things were turned upside down for me because not only did I not know what "Divorce" meant but my "Family" was now divided.

Fast forward a couple of years, with the addition of a step-mom and step-dad (both who have taught me so much and I love dearly) and a annoying (love you adam) little step-brother that had always been the only child, I had learned to adapt to this new "family" that had been given to me. Yet, still we were not close..my older brother had moved in with my dad 30 minutes away..my older sister had moved out as well..and so there was just me. My younger step-brother and I couldnt stand each other for the longest time..as I think back on it now I think it was because we were more alike than what we originally thought.

As a result of this, my older siblings and I are not close even now...both live in the same city as I and we rarely talk...We have nothing in common...and to be quite honest, both of them are perfect strangers to me. I don't know there favorite food, color, what music taste they have, I dont even know if they are allergic to anything. Surprisingly enough, my little brother (I lost the step a long long time ago) and I are extremly close...not sure if it was the fact that we lived together after I had Khristian, we fought all the time, we screamed how much we hated each other, and yes we even called our parents to tattle on each other (alot). Now...we talk everyday and he is one of my best friends...

I did not "grow up" in a sense with my older brother and sister...they were older than I was and although I can recall memories of us doing things as kids...I don't have alot...(and lets be honest, who actually remembers alot before the age of 5?) ...and really by the time that I was starting to grow up a little..they were gone...could this be the reason we are not close? I love both of my parents, but I have to be honest here and say that "staying close" was not really pushed in our household much..

The fighting, picking, crying for each other when they get spanked, sneaking off and getting drunk, having a secret hiding place that your not even supposed to be go in because it looks dangerous, covering for each other, and having common interests, being closer in age, feeling a certain level of trust...These are the things that make me and my little brother "Close"..

Your parents always say "Stay close with your brothers and sisters because when we are dead and gone, they are all you have"... Here is my take, (and I mean no offense, I have a tendency to say what others are thinking but are afraid to say) I love all my brothers and sisters...I would do anything in the world for them...and if It came down to it, I would defend them if need be...but...I dont think that necessarily means you have to be "Close" with them...We all live in different worlds, with different interests, and we dont always agree on alot of things..its ok that we dont talk on the phone but once a month..and its even ok that I don't know what many of there interests are...

Close or not...I think the only thing that matter's is the fact that we know that if we need anything...the other one is only a phone call away...

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Music

You’re listening to your favorite song. Can you hear it? What instruments do you hear? Is someone singing? What are the words saying to you? What is the music telling you? How do you feel when you’re listening to it? What does music do to you? How important is music in your life?


I personally don’t have a favorite song...I don’t even have a favorite genre of music, as my tastes are quite unique...My mood depends upon what music I listen to at that time...But also, my music can set the tone of my mood... When I’m feeling angry, sure I can turn up Metallica and head thrash about the room and jump up and down... (I’m sure you have a visual now.) Instead, I turn on Amos Lee or some good Ole' Otis Redding (Got to love that soft, slow bluesy sound) and get lost in the soulful lyrics of the song... These sounds..the words...seem to get through to me, to calm me down...

When I'm in a particular good mood..I, more times than not, go to my "Smiles" playlist on
the Ipod ( and yes, the playlist is actually called "Smiles") and belt out "Benny and the Jet's" by Elton John or "Rockin Robin" by Bobby Day...Whatever mood it may be there is a genre of music that will cater to it...Happy, sad, angry, mad, mellow, giddy, romantic..even nostalgic...

Everyone has that one song that can take them back to a moment in time...to a certain memory...and for that 2 or 3 minutes its like you are right back there..reliving that memory all over again...(I bet your thinking of a song right now, aren't you?) It may be a memory of heartache...or a sweet memory filled with the innocence of your youth..For example, some of my personal favorite memories are whenever I hear Hank Williams "There's a tear in my beer" I can't help but to think of when I was younger and my family and I would be driving to Birmingham to visit my Grandmother..the whole way to her house my dad would sit in the drivers seat singing those old Country songs and my brother, sister and I would sing along with him..It never failed..every trip we were going to sing that song...

Another great memory is...whenever I hear "The Twist" by Chubby Checker...I think of my mom cleaning the house and grabbing anything she could get her hands on and dancing (a broom, vacuum, door handle, etc..) most of the time it was one of us kids and she would teach us all the old dances of the 50's and 60's..( The Mashed Potato was my personal favorite).. :)

Whenever I hear Travis singing Conway Twitty's "Lay you down" it takes me right back to our first date...when he picked me up in his "Big Red Truck" as I used to call it...I was so nervous..he seemed so at ease...That song came on the radio and I can remember him starting to sing it...I dont even think he realized he was singing out loud due to the fact that he is so comfortable singing...but in that moment, I feel in love with his voice that night...It gave me goose bumps all up and down my arms...we have been together every since that night...

According to the Merriam-Webster online dictionary, music is defined as: vocal, instrumental, or mechanical sounds having rhythm, melody, or harmony...

I actually think it is best summed up in this quote by Frederick Delius: Music is an outburst of the soul... =)

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Small Things...

Do me a favor...

Stop for a couple minutes and ask yourself this question.. "What makes me happy?" Now, I'm not looking for your typical deep meaning and over analyzed answer's... What I'm looking for is a quick simple list of things that make you smile and give you that giddy feeling in the pit of your stomach...that thing that gives you that extra "Umphh" in your step... Ok..now..think about it...

At the beginning of the year I started this new thing..I guess you could call it a "New Years Resolution"..(even though I hate those things)...but it's more than just a resolution that I make at the beginning of the year and then by mid February fall off the band wagon and promise to do better next year..It's a promise to myself...

I promised myself that at some point in the day that I was going stop and do something that made me happy..something that made a small slow smile creep up on my face...sometimes I even giggle at myself because of how silly it is...but I think that's what this about..I wanted to slow down and remember the small things in life that can bring me happiness...and if only for that small minute or two, I forget all my worries..all my stresses and all my tasks...and in that moment, I am simply happy...

When I say small things...I really do mean small...just yesterday morning as I was about to fix my morning coffee, I noticed that I was about out and it was time to open the new tin of coffee that I had bought at the grocery store..at this point I got excited. The reason why...because I love peeling off the silver seal and getting that first fresh smell of ground coffee...small thing, yes..I know..but it made me smile and for a moment made me happy...

It doesnt take much really...there are things around us everyday that make us happy..we just simply ignore them...and why?? It's ridiculously silly when you get down to the nitty gritty...we all make excuses..but why are we making excuses about why we ignore the small things in life that give us simple joy?? We all need to slow down..enjoy life..go dance in the rain with your children..go jump in that mud puddle and worry about how to get the mud out of the clothes later...go walk barefoot in your yard and enjoy the feel of soft grass under your feet...smile at the fact that your laying on the cold side of the pillow...Sing along at the top of your lungs with your favorite song...enjoy that first sip of coffee in the morning and savore it...hold onto your son or daughter for just a second longer at bedtime and give them a extra squeeze...laugh at that corny joke that you have heard a million times...stop at the store and get your favorite type of bubble gum...take a walk with your husband or wife and hold hands...take a million pictures...buy that ridiculous looking dress that noone else likes but you and wear it proudly...because before we know it...we are all going to be in our 70's and 80's and wishing to God we could get this time back to enjoy...Now go make that list.. :)

Oh..in case your wondering what I did this morning to make me smile...It's simple...I danced around my bathroom while singing at the top of lungs  "Don't Stop Believing" by Journey... =)

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"It is not flesh and blood but the heart which makes us fathers and sons. " ~Johann Schiller



I have recently started redoing my living room..you know, the basics...painting, putting new things on the walls, new pillows on the couch, rearranging different things...I have started pulling all kinds of pictures out of storage, after all, these pictures tell the details of our life, the memories, the times that we will always remember due to us taking a moment to take a snapshot of a very important time in our life. You see, I dont't want my living room to look like one out of a magazine, generic if you will, I want it to tell a story..I want you to be able to look around my living room and see my life..our special moments...and smile...

I had the best time going through some of these pictures...Khristian's first tooth, his first haircut, first day of Kindergarden, the first time Travis took him fishing, Our first Christmas as a family in our first house, first Halloween...and I could go on and on...As I looked through these pictures, I was overwhelmed with gratitude and just the feeling that I was blessed with something special..or rather someone special...my husband. I talk about Khristian all the time and how lucky I am to be his mom...I am just as lucky to have my husband. He truly is a very special person...I believe that God sent him to us when we needed him the most...

Travis, Khristian and I had sort of a rough couple weeks in December and I'm sure there will be many more moments to come through out Khristian's life..but we hit it head on as a "Family"...We had to tell Khristian Travis was not his Biological father..and believe me when I tell you it was the most gut wrenching thing I have ever had to do in my life...you know, when your young and your making decisions, you don't ever think that one day your mistakes will come back and hurt the person that you love most in this world. I hated watching my baby cry and hurt over something that he had no control over...he didn't deserve to be hurt. He asked about his biological father and we let him know that he hasnt seen Khristian since his first birthday and that he just wasnt ready to be a father at that time..It was a long couple hour's as Khristian had a ton of questions and I answered them as honestly as I could. My heart stopped when Travis turned to Khristian and asked "Do you feel any differently about me now?" to which Khristian responded "No..your my daddy, your the ones that has always been there for me and nothing is going to change that.."

Several months before Khristian turned 3, Travis and I started dating...He loved both of us and he knew that we were a package deal...This man has in every meaning of the word become Khristian's "daddy"...He goes to every football and baseball practice..he helps coach ever year...he watches wrestling with Khristian every Monday night...he plays endless amounts of video games with him...he helps him with his homework...he sat there and held his hand (even though he cant stand the sight of anyone elses blood) when he got 11 stitches in his leg...he came home early on our honeymoon because I missed Khristian so much...I can remember the very first time Khristian asked Travis if he could call him Daddy and Travis looked at him and said "Son, You can call me anything you want to.." but it was the look on Travis's face that I will always remember...it was a look of pride. Travis is not a cryer but I seem to remember seeing him get a little teary eyed that day....Khristian has called him daddy every since...

It's not the blood line that makes a Family and it's certainly not what makes a parent... It's the being there..good or bad..and NEVER giving up on each other...it's sharing moments together, crying tears together, holding hands and praying together, understanding one another...It's being a circle that can't ever be broken...and never abandoning one another...

Sometimes we dont understand the plan that God has layed out for out life and we can't see the big picture...God see's the big picture and I am ever so thankful that he added Travis into our's....



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"Adulthood"

When exactly do you become a "Adult"?? I mean, do you go to sleep a child and one day wake up a adult? Or is it more of a feeling? Certain age? A State of Mind?

As I sat in the kitchen drinking my morning coffee, mentally going over the things in my head that need to be done for the day...the week..the month. What bills need to paid this week...Who's gift I still to need to buy...Laundry that needs to be washed...Floors that need to be swept and mopped..and the list can go on and on and on...I pondered this question...

In all aspects and definition of the word..this is "adulthood"!

So why don't I feel like a adult?? Often times, when I look in the mirror I feel like a little girl playing house..

I can think back to when I was little, I would sit back, watch, listen, and analyze (and yes for those of you that know me quite well...I even analyzed everything when I was little)  the grown ups...they seem so confident..so sure of themselves and what they were doing and what had to be done. When I asked a question..they never hesitated and always had a answer for everything. It seemed like they knew just endless amounts of information..like they were just waiting for a little mind like you to ask so they could pass on the information...Supper was always on the table (and most of the time..to your complete surprise it was almost always one of your favorites)..the house was almost always spotless...the shoes you needed for cheerleading and the pom poms you needed magically appeared when you needed them...and all the while the grown up or "Adults" never lost their sense of composure or confidence...

I am 27 year's old...been married to my husband for 5 years...and became a mother 9 years ago...I am unsure of most of the choices I make...I struggle at giving Khristian the answers to the questions that he so randomly askes...I stress from month to month over the bills and how we are going to pay for Khristian's multiple array of activities...Worry about not having enough time to keep the house clean and getting supper on the table...I struggle to find the perfect balance between alone time and family time..and when the 30th or 31st of the month comes I breathe a huge sigh of relief and tell myself I have made it through another month...and then the very next day the lists start all over again...

When your little, you always have that one person that you look up to more so than anyone else..you say "I want to be just like them when I grow up and become a adult!"

As you grow just a bit older and you mature..you say "When I am a adult, I am NEVER going to be that way!"

So...What I'm asking is...When do we make the transition from child to adolescent to Adult?? Is it when we move out on our own? When we get married? Have kids???

My thoughts - I don't think any of us are adults...I don't think we ever really grow up....

I think we are all just a massive bunch of kids..playing house and dress-up..scrambleing around in this playhouse that we call the world just trying to survive! We make the best out of a situation and we sometimes come out the winner..and sometimes we come out the loser...maybe we don't always have the right answer..maybe the house isnt always clean and sometimes that bill will not get paid by the 10th of the month...but as long as we keep laughing, stay true to our heart and we stay true to ourselves...We are all going to be just fine... =)

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