Getting teary-eyed...

Yesterday my aunt suggested I start a scrapbook to show our children and grandchildren. A book to show them all of mine and Tony's adventures. Which I thought was a really good idea. 

Today, I started looking at apartments in CA near Camp Pendelton that would be a good fit for us.

And as I was looking I started to think and then I even got some tears in my eyes.

I am going to miss this place. 

Tony and I haven't been in one place more than a year since we got married.

Our first apartment? Six months.

Then this apartment, by the time we leave we will have been here almost 11 months.

So close. 

So our next apartment, or whatever it will be, i'm hoping we are going to be there a LONG time.

Because frankly, I want to paint. And make it OUR home. 

Tony and I could only do so much with this apartment because getting a dresser, entertainment center, or whatever else was needed could wait. We didn't want to have to draaagg pack all of those things up to take with us.

I know, sounds crazy, but it makes sense to us.

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As I was looking over apartments and costs and what not. I started thinking about pretty much everything.

What about the dogs?

Sam sheds SOOO much, and Abby can't hold her pee more than 10 minutes.

What about our friends!? 

We finally made more than one! :P 

And the questions go on and on.

This wife is getting stressed and we aren't even moving for another three months!!

I think I need to just make that scrapbook......

Bullying and Racism; My thoughts

Social networking started a long time ago. Just like most things, it started small and grew bigger and bigger. Facebook, Myspace, Youtube and more.

I'm saying this because as of tonight, I have become a social networking bash.

In other words, I stated my opinion on a certain issue and have ended up with negative results. Which honestly is fine. I knew I was going to be lighting a fire. 

What I didn't know was that that fire was going to be within my own family.

I grew up in the South. They have strong opinions about pretty much everything and looove sweet tea.

Well, I guess all those good ole traits skipped me. I rarely drink sweet tea and I'm not racist.

In middle school I had a best friend, Tabitha. She was black. But I didn't notice it or even care honestly. Until my father told me she couldn't come over because she wasn't the same color as me. Well NEWSFLASH, I am albino with freckles..........a lot of people don't have the same skin color as me. But as a kid I didn't understand. And I think that as I grew older and started understanding certain things....well no. I didn't become a racist. 

From my own comment on Facebook to my father...

 If you are racist then at least stick to it and give me something to work with. Our ancestors made their own decisions. You make yours. Racism is taught. Therefore people TEACH their children to hate. To bully. And you are right, I have turned out to be a great person. But only because I stand up for the weak.?? Because I put my opinion out there? No. Because I don't judge someone by the color of their skin. Or their religion. I judge someone by their character! By what they say. Any one person can have an opinion, but what you do with that opinion makes you the person you are. I didn't bully anyone with my status or my comments. Did I? I didn't say anything bad except for the FACT that people now a days don't think past what their mothers or fathers told them to think. America is supposed to be about equality and freedom and yet it is 2014 and we "the people" are still having a freaking HISSY FIT over a black history month. And are still throwing HISSY FITS because of interracial marriages. America is scared of anything that is different. When what we REALLY should be scared of is the STARVING. And the HOMELESS. And the VETERANS. The things that actually matter. There will be hate in every culture. In every human being. Choosing to be a good person is determined at a young age. I have never ever walked into a room and decided to sit in a certain place because there was a black, or asian, or any kind of race in the same room. Underneath the skin color we are all muscles and bones. I'm sorry that you have such a harsh opinion on skin color but you are literally just making yourself be the bad guy. EVERYONE HAS DONE SOMETHING BAD. Doesn't matter what color the skin. 

I got very passionate about what I was speaking and I don't feel bad for it. If you choose to be racist. Then keep that amongst yourselves. The world needs more children out there to grow up in a bully free environment. To grow up and not be scared to be friends with the black kid sitting next to them just because of their skin color. The United States is supposed to be about freedom of speech. About equality. The video I am going to post pretty much made me cry. And only because these kids get so passionate about the situation. If we could all have that innocent mindset when it comes to "judging" a specific person we would probably all have more friends. You should choose who you hang around because of someone's personality. Not their skin color or religion or anything else that doesn't "sit right with you." You should be friends with someone because of their character and their personality. 

Enough about this for now. My hands hurt from all the typing. I will leave you with this awesome video.

Please Please go watch it HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The Road Not Taken

I love poems.

I used to write them all of the time when I was in school.

That and short stories.

I miss staying up late and looking for old authors.

My all time favorite was Edgar Allen Poe.

Robert Frost was a close second.

E. E. Cummings.

So I decided tonight that every week I will post a poem. Or two. Or just whenever I find one that I just love.

:D 

Tonight is one by Robert Frost.

"The Road Not Taken"

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth; 

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day! 
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference. 

Owls Owls Owls

My mamma in law made me the CUTEST owl wallet. 

For valentines day.

I love it.

I'm so happy I asked her to make me one. 

It turned out even better than what I imagined.

So Thanks mamma Lou!! 

I love you! 

(That rhymed. :)

Abby

Getting a new pet is a big step. 

As a child it teaches you responsibility, and as an adult...oh...it still teaches the same thing.

T and I adopted Sam, our boy at 18 months.

As soon as we saw him, we just knew that he would make a great addition to our little couplet.

And of course he did. He has been such an amazing dog. 

[[His picture is to the left.]]

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Well, last year we started talking about adopting another puppy for Sam to play with since he seemed kind of lonely. But we wanted to wait tip we were financially ready.

Well, this month we were ready. 

We went to our regular shelter looking for a dog puppy. Young. I wanted to raise it up, ya know? 

Well, the shelter didn't have one that jumped out at us.

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A little something about our selection process. 

We have this invisible kind of agreement when shopping for things. 

We are honest.

If we don't BOTH love the animal or item...we just don't get it.

And we both just kind of KNOW when we look for an animal.

Anywho, onto the next shelter. 

I was excited because we'd never been there.

I was just slightly upset when we were walking out with not even a single, "Oh wow, we LOVE him/her." 

And one thing my mother-in-law taught me was if you don't LOVE it, then don't go for it.

And that's how I pretty much choose EVERYTHING. :P
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Anyways. So, walking out to our car, me a little saddened, I opened my door and looked behind the car to a couple walking two dogs. 

I kind of fell in love and casually told Tony to look at the German Shepherd. 

The man yelled to us, "They are both up for adoption."

I just smiled and walked over to the pups. 

I mean, no harm in checking them out right?

So so so right.

Right away I fell in love with Abby. 

And I looked up to T and he knew. 

He knew I wanted her.

We talked with the couple who were actually her owners but had to give her up. ):
Also, Jeff told us that on their walk back to the shelter they had prayed that a loving family would adopt their Abby and Lily. (The other dog. She was 7 and if we could have we would have taken her as well. She was a sweetheart.)

They told us all about Abby and I had to have her.

She wasn't a puppy puppy, but she was precious.
And I love precious.
(She turned a year Feb 2 '14 :)

And now we love Abby.

She is beautiful and kind and her and Sammy get along so so so well! (:

So thank you, Jeff and Polly for giving us another addition to our family.

She fits in so well. 

(I mean she slept in our bed all night last night. That's love. :)

<3 

<3

I'll add better photos of her later. My computer is being, blah. :P

Clash of Clans

 I'm not sure if you've heard of this little game or not. But it is taking me and my friends by storm.

Actually my best friend's husband was playing this and we made fun of him. 

Now, my husband and I both play this. It is actually most of our conversation. 

"Hey, how's your town-thingy doing?" 

"Oh you know, it was totally destroyed last night." 

But seriously, if you haven't tried it, you should. 

It's fun. 

And addicting.

And fun.

I'm not one to really get into a game and stay with it. 

I get bored too easily. Especially if it's going no where.

But Clash of Clans has different levels, different designs, and friends.

And it's so fun seeing other people's design of their own little 'town-thingy.' 

So try. And enjoy.

<3

Blue and Pink

Blue.

I am pretty sure that when I turn 21 this year and we go out to have dinner. 

I will order the blue-est alcoholic drink they have.

And if they don't have blue, then pink.

Cause you can't go wrong with those color drinks. 

You just can't. 

{Alcohol or non-alcoholic}

<3

Tuesday Morning Tunes

1. Green River Ordinance: Endlessly

2. Teddy Geiger: For I Will (Confidence)

3. Parachute: Forever and Always (My Fav)

These were all on pandora this morning. Making me feel somber.

Sort of. 

They are all love songs. 

(:

Tony and I walked/jogged/ran some hills this past weekend. 

Then we brought Sammy up to them as well. 

He was so excited and wanted to run, I wish we could have just let him run free. But it's alright.

He was much more excited this time than when we took him to the dog park. It was so cute! 

We climbed up a steep hill to a black rock.

Apparently Tony and I can't read a watch cause we thought the sun would set around 5:30....it was 4:30. So we missed the sunset but the sight was still pretty.

<3

This was taken with my phone. JS

Sarah Young

I got this for Christmas.

January 13 is as follows, 

"Try to view each day as an adventure, carefully planned out by your Guide. Instead of staring into the day that is ahead of you, attempting to program it according to your will, be attentive to Me and to all I have prepared for you. Thank Me for this day of life, recognizing that it is a precious, unrepeatable gift." 

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I really needed this today.

In all honesty it seems that my days are either so dull and the same that I will go crazy. Other days I feel as if it may all fall apart. 

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"Expect each day to contain surprises! Resist your tendency to search for the easiest route through the day. Be willing to follow wherever I lead. No matter how steep or treacherous the path before you, the safest place to be is by My side"

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I am a weird person, sometimes, I am well organized. I feel as if I can take on anything if my world is just planned out and organized and perfect.

Other days, I hate organization, it irritates me and I need a spontaneous moment or 'something' to happen. I'm sure my husband gets crazy trying to keep up. So I thank the Lord that he is so caring and helpful when it comes to me. 

More than that, though, I know lately I have been slacking in praising and sharing with Jesus. I depend on Tony to do so much for me when I don't realize I put so much on his shoulders that my Lord can help me with. I miss my old church, and friends, and the Godly environment we were put in. 

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This is the day the LORD has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it. --Psalm 118:24

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Sarah Young says that this book was God speaking to her. These were the messages that were sent to her. 

Sometimes I do wonder if God speaks to me. Maybe He does, and I just don't know it. Then again I don't think I've ever just stopped and listened. But I do know that I have felt His presence more than I can count. On my darkest days; And I have had a lot of 'dark days.' 

So, thank you, Mama Tracy for getting me this book for Christmas. I was skeptical at first, but my more curious side of course won over and for good reason. 

Love you. 

<3

[[P.S. The blog will be under construction, so a bunch of stuff will change. I want to personalize it just a tad bit.]]

It's 2014 already?

I have some things on my mind. 

One.

I want to change the title of my blog. I just don't know what to change it to.

Two.

Bills.

Who made these?

Three.

How the crap is it 2014?

That's insane.

I just graduated, like, 3 years ago! 

I feel so old! 

Oh.

I turn 21 in June.

Whoah! 

:D 

Four.

Renter's insurance.

Yes or No.

Five.

I miss my babes.

(That's Ton, just so you know)