blog 50

If I could meet anyone in the world, dead or alive (excluding Jesus, for obvious reasons) I would want to meet my maternal grandmother.  She passed away when I was three years old from Alzheimer’s.   I have only one memory of her: she was in the nursing home and my mother was brushing her hair.  I also have another different memory of her: it was in a dream and she came to me right after she died and told me that it was going to be ok and that she loved me.  I am almost positive that this really was her coming to talk to the only grandchild she never met.  The reason why I want to meet is because of all the amazing things I hear about her from my mom and her sisters.  My mom learned a lot of what she knows from her including cooking.  I’ve also heard some stories about how she acted and her personality.  I just wish I could have met this awesome person, someone who everyone loves and misses so much.  I wish I could have had a home cooked meal from her and sat down and talked to her.  I wish I could tell her how much I love her and miss her in my life.  I wish I could tell her how my life is going, how I’m going to nursing school and how amazing of a job she did of raising my own mother.  I just know she was an amazing woman through what everyone else said and if I could meet anyone, I’d meet her so that I could know for myself.  I only had one grandma growing up and she’s AMAZING but there will always be that whole in my heart where my other grandma’s love was meant to be.

blog 49

I had a dream……. Yea I know that was cheesy, but I just couldn’t help it.  You’d probably do it too if you had the chance! Well, in all seriousness, I did have a dream. But in order for my dream to make sense, I will have to give you some background information.  Primarily, it’s important for you guys to understand that I have been in a long distance relationship for a little more than 11 months.  His name is Mitchell, he’s 6’4”, has a Mohawk, and plays football (just to give you a visual).  He goes to Ohio University in Athens, Ohio, about 1.5 hours away.  I haven’t seen him for two weeks and I was supposed to go to Ohio University this weekend to visit him and go to 8 Fest with him.  But lately I’ve been thinking I’m not going to go because this is the last weekend at Ohio State to party because next weekend, everyone is going home for Memorial Day, and the weekend after that is the week before finals.  So basically, this is the last weekend for my friends and I to get it all out and go crazy.  But last night, I had a dream that I was on the bus to Athens (I take the greyhound bus to Athens…I know, classy).  I’m actually kind of glad I had to blog about a dream because it’s making me think that maybe I SHOULD go to OU, this weekend.  I mean, if I’m dreaming about going to OU, I must want to go there.  After all, a dream is a wish your heart makes………<-- Cinderalla reference!

blog 48

SO I’m supposed to blog about something that fascinates me in nature...  I’d like to talk about the tv show River Monsters.  It’s about this guy (I can’t remember his name) and he goes all around the world to rivers in search of monsters that are allegedly living in the waters.  I think this shows, and this part of nature is fascinating because so little is known about these animals simply because they live under the water and the water they live in is really murky and it’s difficult to spot them.  Also, their very allusive due to the rushing river water that is constantly flowing through.  So it’s nearly impossible to catch them, and once they are caught, it’s almost impossible to observe them in their natural behavior due to the fact that any type of video recording doesn’t work.  SO even if fishermen catch the fish, they are not really sure what these big fish are capable of or who they prey on.  It’s always been fascinating to me the types of fish that live in the sea, in rivers and also in ponds.  I think the fact that these animals live in the water and their existence is virtually unknown to humans because it’s so difficult to track their life.  Ok, I’m gonna cut this short to talk about woodfest.  I was there and I got maced.  I think the police over reacted and also acted too quickly.  I’m thinking that the cops should be charged with police brutality because they attack the whole crowd when only a few people threw their cans of beer on the car and because they beat the crap out of two of the kids they arrested.  What do you think?

this is not a blog, it's just some thoughts bouncing around in my head

I'm really starting to enjoy blogging now that our topics are so much ore personal.  At the beginning of the quarter, I hated them, but now i really enjoy it and i really enjoy reading other people's blogs.  It's a lot easier to comment on other people's blogs when you actually enjoy reading them. Ok that's all :)

blog #47

the first boy I ever liked was in kindergarten and his name was Stetson_______.  His last name will be edited for his protection.  He was the cutest boy in my class and I was absolutely in love with him.  Every quarter, the kids in my kindergarten class were allowed to switch seats and every quarter, I sat right next to Stetson because I thought we were going to get married.  I was so obsessed; I’m even a little worried about my level of obsession.  If I had been a little older, people would have considered me a complete stalker because I wrote about him in my diary every night (I still have that diary).  I was his best friend, and he was my secret love that I was convinced was going to last forever.  But tragically, fate stepped in and his family moved to Florida for a while for his dad’s career in professional baseball.  I didn’t see him for a long time after that until randomly, I saw him at the same clinic that I had batting lessons at.  How strange? He came over and was talking to my batting instructor like they were familiar.  I came to find out that my batting instructor was Stetson’s dad and they moved back a little while earlier when his dad stopped playing and started coaching.  What were the odds? So the next time I saw him, I looked him straight in the eye and said, “Hello, do you remember me?”  It was a long shot, but yes! He remembered me! I couldn’t believe it.  After all this time, he still remembered me, but at that point we had nothing in common.  He was a baseball star and was being drafted in the MLB and I was just trying to get a scholarship for softball.  He actually got drafted to the Pittsburg Pirates and is a huge pick for the draft.  And to this day, I wonder if he would have stayed in my home-town, we might have had something.  But I’ll never know because he moved away…

blog 46

I’m going to blog about inconsiderate people.  Mostly because I have to deal with an inconsiderate roommate this entire year and I’m completely done with her crap.  She calls me a messy roommate but I’m not the one who never cleans up.  I admit, sometimes I’m a little messy, but I always pick up after myself.   She, on the other hand, NEVER cleans.  I went to OU this weekend and when I came back: the dorm room was covered in her puke, the bathroom sink had a thick layer of film that was caused from GOD knows what, the bathroom trash was literally a heap of papers and it was overflowing onto the ground, there was no toilet paper, there was a pile of someone’s back eye makeup on the floor, the ground was sticky from spilled drinks, my bedspread had puke on it, there was ice tea powder mix all over the TV table (might I add that the iced tea mix was mine and I never said she could use it) and also, all FOUR (yes FOUR) trash cans were filled and overflowing.  This is what I came home to and she was nowhere to be found.  The room smelled atrocious and I almost vomited just standing in there.  Who does that? Who leaves a room like that? I was beyond furious at this point because I am the only one who ever cleans the floors or the bathrooms and I feel like she hoped I would just clean it for her.  Well there’s my rant.  I don’t like inconsiderate people, so if you’re living in a space, just remember you contribute to the mess too.

blog 45

A trip that meant a lot to me was my trip to Williamsburg, Virginia, that I took in 2^nd or 3^rd grade with my entire family.  I know what you’re thinking…Williamsburg? Isn’t that where they dress up and reenact colonial times? Yes, exactly, that’s what they do.  I went with all of my dad’s brothers, and all of his cousins (each had their own family) so it was approximately 30 people we were traveling with.  All the cousins were similar in age and we had a blast just goofing around, laying outside, learning some fun facts, and the parents had a good time too (I think).   The reason why this trip sticks out to me the most is because this was the first time I actually felt like my family members were more than just family members, but also friends.  Before that time, I couldn’t remember inside jokes or laughing for the sake of laughing.  I remember one instance, when we were all crammed into a mini van, driving back from dinner when my uncle bob ripped the BIGGEST fart I’ve ever heard.  And if you know mini vans, you know that there are no windows and we were all dying and laughing.  Finally, his wife, aunt Di opened the sliding doors to the cars and we were just driving down the road with the doors open trying not to die from the fumes.  This might seem really lame, but it was one of those “had to be there moments” and I still think this was the best vacation I had ever been on.