Saturday, July 20, 2013

I'm a Big Baby...

So i have to get my tonsils out. I'm 29 years-old! Who gets their tonsils out at 29? Well, i guess the same girl who has back surgery at 27! UGH!

I'm really not looking forward to it, since every Ear, Nose, and Throat doctor has painted a really crappy picture for the recovery. I've been told that I'll be in pain for a minimum of 10 days and a maximum of three weeks. Let's just say, i'm really not looking forward to it. I'm kind of a big baby. And i really love being taken care of. Let's just say thankfully mom is up for the challenge. Everyone says, "Oh exciting, at least you get to eat ice cream..." well not me, unless you've got a massive box of Lactaid along side of it. That's right, what's more torturous than giving a girl the freedom to eat ice cream for three weeks straight, then making her lactose intolerant so she can't without doubling over in pain?! I mean seriously! How rude!

Thankfully, I really do love rainbow sherbet. Mom better turn on the extra freezer to keep me in constant supply. Nothing like mom and sherbet to make you feel young again. So cool.

This looks fun. I keep occupying myself with nasty pics of tonsils and comparing mine. Mine keep winning too. At least before my 1700 mg of amoxicillin i'm taking each day.

Wish me luck. August 2nd is D-day.

After that i'll be in rainbow sherbet/pain killer coma. Please don't disturb.

Wednesday, July 3, 2013

This Crazy Life...

It's been one of those weeks where I just have to take a step back and wonder how God works his many wonders. My life has been insanely blessed. I have come from a broken home and yet I learned to love with all my heart. Instead of my heart being depleted by the sadness, I was lucky enough to be loved by extra people. I dreamt big as a little girl and always wanted to just be special in the eyes of my friends and family. I always wanted love. The love that people write about. The love that cheesy Lifetime movies are made of. The love that songs are written about. I always wanted someone to look at me and know that they were special in my eyes and that without them I wouldn't be the woman I am today. I found that love.

I've never stopped wanting to put all of the emotions I feel into song. I wrote my first poem when I was 8-years-old when I liked a boy that no one from my school knew. He was an older, church boy. How scandalous. I remember writing down these poems in my diary and then making melodies to them. Crazy, cheesy songs. I remember singing them in my closet so no one else could hear. Over the years, the child in me left and the adult took over. Logic took hold. It always does.

Something keeps calling my name. I can't stop feeling as if the child in me, that is still alive in my heart and in my words, is the reason that I don't have a child of my own yet. The Lord works in mysterious ways. I will not question Him. He knows more than I do. He knows the plan, but if He doesn't and is just letting me take the driver's seat, my life's journey will be scattered with Him carrying me through the trying times. I need Him more than I've ever needed him. He will not steer me wrong. But if He lets me take control, I sure hope He gives me a lot of understanding and continues to let my angels watch over me.

God, if you hear me, thank You for everything and everyone You've put in my life. You are truly amazing. I can't imagine my life being even a little different. You knew exactly who I need when I need them. It's a pretty freaking amazing life You've given me. I hope it only gets better.

I have been blessed.


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