"We are born. We live. We laugh. Sometimes We cry.'

As you know if you're reading this, cause your either one of my best friends or my seester, I work in the book store on Saturdays. I've been doing this since this summer and at first it made me want to eat cardboard. However my feelings towards the book store have been changing. I've come to relize just how big of a role my Hevenly Father plays in my life. He knew that this was the job that I needed, and exactly when I needed it. This past Saturday when I was working, in between the five customors I had in an eight hour day...I had some time to kill. So I began reading an amazing book by Chris Stewart, and he had the most interesting point of views. We've all heard time and time again how we are the "chosen generation" and how the times that we live in are some of the most challenging. Well I'm not trying to cut us down, but I think It's about time we stop trying to compare ourselves to the pioneers who in the most remarkable way paved the way for us. Our Heavenly Father knows us each. He knows what lessons we need, and how best we would learn them. This is why we were put on this earth at this time. Each trial we go through is a blessing that He's just waiting to give us. So when we truly look at it, how different is our lives, and our trials, compared to those before us? " Our challenges may be different, but our lives are basically more similar than we sometimes suppose. We are born. We live. We laugh. Sometimes we cry." We must always take comfort in the fact that whatever we might be going through, someone else has been there. If not the same trial you seem to be in, something that tried them just the same. Pushed them to the point they thought they couldn't handle it anymore. We can never forget, He has faith in us. Let us have faith in ourselves. And let us help build eachother, because we are all going through this life with the same goal.

Let It Rain

The sound of rain. A simple noise that seems to sound different to each person. Some people shy away from rain. The sounds it makes against their rooves, the chill it gives them as it runs down their faces, or the puddles it makes in their front yards. Just because its not the sunshine they're use to, they run inside and lock the door to rain. Then there are those who in place of shutting their blinds to rain, take off their shoes and go charging through every puddle they can find! They embrace each drop that glides down their cheeks, and when it stops, they ring out their hair and go wash the smell away looking forward to the flowers they can now anticipate. Life is alot like this. Sometimes it rains. Its up to us however to decied if we want to take off our shoes and play, or stay inside trying to drowned out a sound that's only natural. Last night I tried to drowned out that sound, and all I can say is you can only turn your music up so loud. It took me till about half way through writing this to decied I want to make a splash in a puddle, cause tomorrow, or maybe even next week, I know theres gonna be beautiful flowers.

Learning To Laugh It off...

You know that time old question..."wow, haha that SUCKS! Does stuff like that actually happen to people?" How many times have we asked this to our buddies about some ridiculous story in between our laughs? I'll tell you how many times we've all asked this question. ALOT! And you know what...I'll do you one better, I'll even answer the quesion for you! Yes. Yes they do happen. And they happen to ME! I stayed home sick today and for some reason I started thinking of all the things that have happend to me that I could have easily sold to a 17 magizine for the embarassing moments page that people like to look at to feel better about falling on their face in Spanish class that day. Well I thought I would go ahead and take a moment to say your welcome. Your welcome for taking one for the team and being "that girl" that everyone can look at and say...well. At least THAT didn't happen to me! Your also welcome for being the same very girl who doesn't start crying, at least in front of you, and making it all awkward. Who even lets you make fun of her for days to come and laughs along with you. Cause if theres one thing I've learned through countless times of saying the wrong thing, landing on your face with the whole football team running behind you on the track, and completly flashing people with your skirt....is that you basically have two options. Laugh, or cry. I'm sure the day will come when I finally do the one thing that no amount of laughter will fix, but until that day...I chose to laugh. So feel free to laugh with me!

My Doggies Nose

So today has been one of those mental over load days. Not so much in a bad way, I got a lot of good out of what I was hearing and feeling. However at some point today I think my mind subconsciously shut down with a kind of animal instinct of survival. I was sitting in my kitchen with one of those tricky blank stare on my face. You know, the kind you see people do and you just start waving cause you have no idea what the heck they're looking at. Well I was reppin one of those while my poor father was talking to the family about some of the things he got out of church today. I gave it my best effort to listen, but I ended up just staring at my doggies nose. I LOVE THAT NOSE!! It just has a mind of its own! I kept wondering, "is she TRYING to make it move, or does it just constantly twitch??" She kept sniffing the ground before she would lay her head down as if she was inspecting it, IT WAS SO CUTE! I was tranced and decided I would write about it. Life is so ironic. After a day of mental ups downs and some pretty major realizations...I choose to document my puppies nose. hahahaI guess it is the little things that matter most sometimes.

my seeeester slash....BFF!!

So I am embarassed I have yet to talk about this major person in my life yet, but better late than never right! Brianna Lynn Cross/Smith. She's been the rock in my life. Whether shes been the rock I've been stubbing my toe and and screaming at, the rock holding me down when the wind was blowing, or just the stable rock that I held onto as the currents were pushing me under water. She's my best friend and I owe so much to her. We definatley aren't the kind of sisters who have ever enjoyed hugging and telling eachother how beautiful our hair looks that day, but she knows me better than I know myself and I thank God every day for putting her in my life. :)

P.S. shout out to Bri for making my wonderful new profile!! hehe

Using Whats Left Better

"You can't make up time; you can only use whats left, better." -Oscar G. Darlington
Dear Oscar G. Darlington,
I don't really know who you are, or what exactly you did that made you famous enough for people to put quote marks around your profound words, but thank you! I love this quote! As of lately I've been finding myself doing more wishing than actual DOING. And you might not be surprised to hear that it's not really getting me anywhere! Why is this? Probably because I'm the only one who can change my thoughts, or turn them into actions! I've found that trying to control all the variables around me is tiring, and pointless. There's no point in trying to run in quicksand, I can barley run on regular ground! So instead of putting myself in dream situations and working up a sweat to stay in the same freaking place I've been for the past several months...I'm deciding to start running on ground where I can see myself passing objects! But here's the best part, thanks to my buddy Oscar, I have also come to the conclusion that it is no longer necessary for me to keep going back and looking in the quicksand for all the time that I've "wasted" . No. I may not be able to "make up time" but you can bet your mothers sweet apple pie I will use whats left better. :)

passion

In my ready set teach class we had a guest speaker talk to us about being a teacher. the way he was talking about the profession he chose was inspiring. even if becoming a teacher may seem as a laughable feild to you, or simply not worth the pay, the way he sopke with such passion is what made me, and even the air head blonde begind me sit on the edge of our seats. What i gathered from this mans speech to us about our futures and occupation choices was that no matter what your doing, who you are, or where you might be in you life, it is so important to have meaning behind what your doing. I don't ever want to reach that point that i wake up in the morning being able to guess exactly what i'm going to do that day and the soul purpose behind me doing said things is to pay the bills, or because its better than nothing. I want to get up having expectations of an expirence. Good or bad; just something to learn and grow from. I want passion to be in the front seat of my everyday life. I want what i do to be something that means something. I wont just "pay the bills"