Simplicity

"Sometimes you'll reach a point when it feels like your life is on the edge of a cliff. Your stomach is in your throat, knees wobbled by gut-wrenching tragedy. No matter where you are in your journey, young or old, you'll face times when you've lost control. You'll feel hopeless, insecure, and scared.

Yet even in those times, at the depth of despair, no hope, no options, there's always a light to guide you. That light is inside you, the undying spirit given to you at birth, the will to live, to survive, to keep going. Clinch it. Hold on tight, and with all your might, push yourself off the ground, take a deep breath, look UP, and listen.

There's a voice, silently whispering; "This too shall pass. Keep going. You've got what it takes. You'll make it. Don't give up!"

For the past few days, I've sat wondering what to blog on. Its not as easy as you would think, but during my thinking I've seen it really was easy... I'm going to blog about those "simple" things in life that you would never notice until you over analyze things. Until you become so stressed and overwhelmed that the little things become quite big. Let's write this blog in list form so its easiest to understand.

When Joey wakes me up in the mornings to tell me bye- Something so minor mean so much to me. I will wake up everyday at 5 in the morning for the rest of my life if it means spending those few little minutes with him. We get all snuggled up literally for less than 5 minutes. Then, I tell him to have a good day, that I love him, and Bye. Seems so pointless to some... But to me, if he doesn't wake me, I feel like my whole day is off.

When I get out of the shower and my Allie Belle is sitting out their waiting for me- Makes me feel like she actually missed me for the 15 minutes I was out of her site. And its just so cute to walk out of there and see her whining just because she wanted me.

When I call and talk to my Mom- Everyone can call their Mom, but I feel so much better after I talk to her. I want nothing more out of life than for her to be proud of me at the end of the day. I know I've made mistakes and we've had a rocky relationship, but she is my Mom and loves me for me. I am absolutely amazed at her and how much of a strong person she is. I only hope I am half the mother she is today.

When Stacye and I go on little dates- Those meant so much to me. We also have had some ups and downs, but at the end of the day, I'd go to the end of the Earth for that girl. And I know she would for me too. Lord knows I dont tell her enough, but I am proud to call her my bestfriend.

When someone randomly messages you words that make you feel amazing- Aunt Mary wrote on my wall today, and literally made my day. I've been having some what of a blehblah day. Just not feeling happy, but not feeling sad. Got a lot on my mind, but then with that one post, I began to smile and see how blessed I am. I love her. She is the best aunt and my favorite <3

When I have dreams about my Papaw Roger and its like he is still right with me- A lot of people would think its weird, but I have dreams where we he is still with me. Like down here in Louisiana. Memories that I have no way of knowing, because he has never been here with me and has been dead for many years now.  But they are soothing. Almost comforting, kinda like he is up there watching out for me and is letting me know that I'm okay...

When I'm having an off night and I message Aaron and he just lets me vent- He and I have been up and down a lot too, but never once has he turned his back on me. He is truly like a brother to me and always makes me feel better about anything I am going through. A great person, and my best friend.

Sunsets- They are beautiful, no matter where you see them. Whether its on the beach some where, or just riding down the road after spending time with someone you love. A beautiful sight that puts life into perspective.

This blog may be my most boring, but take the time to think about the "simple" things in your life. They are the things that make life worth living. My life isn't perfect, but it IS perfect. I'm so blessed. <3

Valentine, Be Mine?

It's a little over 2 weeks till Valentines Day, but I wanted to be able to enjoy it and do it the right way. To actually ask Joey to be my Valentine and to do it before he could ask me. I didn't want a cliche simple way to ask him. So for two days, I sat thinking for cute ways to do it. Then, it hit me. I wanted it to be a surprise and for it to be special. And I wanted to remember it, play by play, so I decided I should take my camera along.

My original plan was to do it Thursday, but because I'm impatient, I moved it to Tuesday. I told him we were going out while he was at work and by the time he got there, I had pulled my outfit together and was finishing my hair. I've never had more butterflies in my entire life and was literally shaking with nervousness. He came home while I was finishing my makeup. It seemed like eyeliner was so hard to put on because my hands were shaking... I was literally ready to puke with excitement, nervousness, and more excitement. I think I kept it hid pretty well. Well, at least the nervousness, because I was bursting with energy.

We decided we'd go to New Orleans Hamburger & Seafood! We sat down, ordered our drinks. I had no clue what I wanted to eat and with so much on my mind, it was really hard to choose. I played it safe with just a regular Cheeseburger and some amazing fries! Joey ordered some Thin Fried Catfish, which was also perfect! We placed our orders, but were left with nothing but the waiting game. I had given him some hints a week before about Valentines day and I brought them up trying to...I guess make him think about it, but I knew my hints were far out there. It seemed like forever for the food to come out because I was so ready to get the hardest part over with. He began trying to Google the hints, so I took his phone and deterred his search.

Screenshot of my distracting techniques.

Joey's Fish

My Burger

After we were done eating, I had the waiter take our picture. Yes, I wanted it to be completely remembered!

So, after we were done with our food, we left and headed out to the lake. I was beginning to get so nervous, so I distracted myself to just take random pictures of the city until we got there. Our conversation the whole way there was quite bouncy! I was so excited and I think he was still like, "What in the world could this girl have planned?" But, we laughed so much!  We finally pulled up at the lake. That lake has never been so far away, or so it seemed.  We just stopped and looked at one another for a moment. He leaned and kissed me which just added to my butterflies. I remember being the one to pull away and go for the door. I jumped out, grabbed the chalk I had snuck into my purse before we left, and my camera.  After Joey's many attempts to distract me, we walked out onto the little concrete walkway not all the way out, but far enough where we still had light and could feel the wind off the waves.

We were just looking at the water for a while and hugging one another. I put down my little bag of chalk, and began to plan it out. I moved quite a few times, trying to get enough space to spread it all out. I drew enough blanks for it to read:

"Valentine, be mine?"

I didn't want it to be completely obvious, (because I thought he would get it sooner than he did) so I swapped the order instead of it saying "Be My Valentine?" He began to guess letters as if we were playing Hangman, minus the little man and the noose. Joey, being silly like usual, was like "A..B...C..." Taking it as if it were a joke. I got all impatient and sternly said, "No, play for real."

Our beginning blanks (:

Me being as nervous as I was would have to think about each letter he said and spell it over and over in my head. Half the letters he would guess, I wouldn't tell him all the blanks cause I couldn't think straight. So, after he had most of the blanks filled in, I was told him to guess symbols. I left one extra blank on "mine" for the question mark. He looked at me like I was crazy and replied, "Symbols? Really?" Almost as if he really meant, "Jessica, you cant get your head together to do letters and now you want me to guess symbols?" 

Almost there!

He was such a good sport, and it was really fun to do! We were laughing and giggling the whole time. We filled in all the blanks except for the 'V' and he still didn't get it. Then it hit him! "Oh, Babe, you're sweet. This is cute." He was standing there giggling at it and I'm looking him with desperation in my eyes for him to answer for what seems like forever. Finally, he walks up to me, looks me dead in the eyes, and just smiles. By this time, I have tears in my eyes, but he puts his hands on my face and kisses me like he really means it. Made my heart flutter like crazy! He pulled away and I got a "Of course Baby, I'll be your Valentine." A few more tears of complete and utter happiness fell and we kissed and hugged some more.

He said yes! :)

We giggled and were so sweet to each other the rest of the night, but I think the best part was getting to snuggle up to my Lovebug last night and just for him to hold me as we both fell asleep! I know I fell in love with that boy all over again. He is just my Mr. Amazing! I know this year my Valentines day will be amazing, just because I get to spend it with him! I'm one lucky girl! <3

Now to finish up his presents!

P.S. I think I was so nervous because he is my first TRUE Valentine and I'd never asked anyone. You know, a boyfriend that actually cared to do anything special for the day!

Downtown, Down & Around

This post is a little late, but totally worth it. Saturday night was when it should have been posted, but instead Joey and I went downtown to eat a very well known New Orleans "donut," called a Beignet. They sell them pretty close to our house, but everyone agrees to get the full experience of a Beignet, you have to get them from Cafe Du Monde. Cafe Du Monde is located downtown in the French quarter, and is probably the cutest little shop they have down there.

Cafe Du Monde

Let's start this out by describing my Beignet experience.We got downtown and parked about a block or two away from the Cafe. In my opinion, one of the best things about downtown is walking down the sidewalks. As I walk down them, I'm constantly amazed at the uniqueness of the city. No matter which corner you turn, there are always people sitting on the step playing their guitars singing their little hearts away. With their buckets always open for tips, they seem so content. Almost like they aren't really there for the money, but instead just doing what they love without judgement.

We get to the Cafe, and Joey just walks in and leads me to a table. This to me was quite odd because with the hustle and bustle, I thought we'd have to wait in line for our table. We sat down at a little table and I begin to look around taking in the whole environment. Again, I thought we'd be sitting there for awhile because there was so many people! But no, shortly after we sat, a young man came and asked us what we would be having. Two cokes, and two orders of beignets. We sat talking and looking around until our order came out. $5.62 was all it took to completely inspire me.

My Coke, the beignets, and the inquisitive glass of water.

 
When our order came out, our two drinks were placed on the table, then the beignets, and oddly enough to small glasses of water. I looked to Joey kinda like "What in the heck is this for? I didn't want water?"  Whether he was pulling my leg with his response or not, I'd like to think he was for real. Casually he replied, "For your hands." Me, being a beignet virgin, thought to myself... "For my hands? What the heck could I need water for? I'm not that messy."

I took a drink of Coke, (might I add, that was the best Coke I've ever had) and prepared myself to try this weird looking thing on my plate. To say that it was completely covered in powdered sugar is an understatement. It was more than just covered. After I lifted each one of them up, I found even more sugar! That is not a complaint though... Not thinking that their was an art to eating beignets, I began to put it into my mouth as I was taking a breathe in. I felt like I had inhaled more sugar than the daily recommendation for my lungs and had to clear my throat. I kinda pulled it away from my face and just looked at it. Again I put it to my mouth, this time without breathing in, and took a bite. Wow. It was amazing. So amazing, as I write my mouth is watering just thinking about it. From them to look so little on that plate, they were entirely fulfilling. I could only eat two of mine and I had to pass up the third to Joey who also felt completely stuffed. I can not describe the taste, but the closest thing I could compare it to would be a Funnel Cake you get from the fair, just 968231547854 times better!

Back to the little glasses: After I was done indulging my small piece of Heaven, I noticed how messy I was! I had powdered sugar everywhere! On my hands, on my jeans, and all over my mouth! Maybe I am messy... But here is where the water came in handy! I stuck each finger in the water one by one and wiped it off. Dipped my napkin in the water and cleaned my face and mouth so that I could walk back into society and look presentable. That little glass was helpful, just as Joey suggested. But whether or not that's truly the use of it, I'd like to never know. I want to keep on thinking cute that small thing was in fact, just for cleaning.

We left the Cafe and walked around some more. We walked there, ate, and made it back to the truck all within an hour. (I remember this, because as we left the parking lot, the meter made us pay $6 for 1 hour) Like the last time we were down town, we rode around a few times. Crazy as it sounds, part of the fun of downtown, is just seeing all the people walking around. Not to mention laughing at the wild party buses that come by. 

That picture caught two of my favorite things downtown, the many balconies, and the horse drawn carriages. We pulled up to a red light at the corner where the horses stand waiting for their passengers. The man driving the carriages nudge his horse to go and I just happened to hear him to it. "Ya ya, Chopsticks, Ya, ya." And then the horse began to move. I started laughing because I couldn't help but to wonder why this horse was named Chopsticks. I'm astonished at how calm the horses are when there are cars driving so close to them. They don't even get spooked with people blowing their horns. I bet they would with train horns, but I don't want to see the inside of a jail. ;)

The Crescent City Connection Bridge

 Above is a picture of my favorite bridge. No matter where we go in the city, this bridge is visible. And I always try to locate it! I get so happy and proudly announce to everyone when I notice it. "Look, Babe, my bridge!" And when he notices it before I do, "Look Babe, your bridge!"

New Orleans is a beautiful place, and I'm falling in love with the city slowly but surely. It'll never be my Tennessee, but somehow, someway, its becoming more and more.... Home.  <3

Day 2 for Tattoo!

My blog challenge today was to write about my tattoos & piercings if I had either...  I'll start with piercings because that's the easiest...So far I have four piercings, but before I am completely done, I will have a grand total of six.

I got my first piercing when I was 6, if I'm not mistaken. Could have been younger. It was my ear lobes and I got it done in Wal*Mart. My mother and father were both with me and I remember crying so loud! I don't understand how tiny babies get it done and some not even lose a tear. Now that I look back at it, I am not sure which hurt worse, the piercing itself, or the spanking my father gave to me when I began wailing in the middle of the store.

My second piercing was my first cartilage piercing. Its on my left ear, above my second cartilage piercing. I think out of all my piercings, that is the one I had the most trouble out of. It was so hard getting used to sleeping on my right side and when I was on the phone I seem to always forget to use my right ear instead of my left. It was the hardest one to change and I think it only looks right if I wear a stud or a full hoop in it. My father was the one who took me to go get it done which was a big surprise. At the time, he was a very walk the line type of Christian. When I first asked him, I didn't actually think he would say yes. I figured he would think that it was rebellious and tell me no, or for me to wait till I was 18. I knew my mother would be okay with it because she is pretty laid back. It wasn't something that was meant to show any more skin than usual, so I knew it would fly with her. 

My third piercing was my belly button. What I call my first rebellious act. I was told I couldn't have it done till I turned 18 and I got it done without my parents knowing the day after my birthday. It was hidden from my mom for about a week. She, my littler sister, and I kept it from my Step-dad for lord knows how many months. I don't remember how soon my Dad knew, but he didn't say anything bad about it. It is prolly my favorite piercing, just because there are so many kinds of belly button rings! Surprising, it hurt less than my cartilage, but was sore for longer. 

My fourth piercing was my second cartilage piercing, and the one that hurt the least! I wanted it done because... I don't know. Its my one thing I did just because. But now, that I have it, I want one more on that same ear so that I have three little studs right in a row.

My fifth piercing will be my last cartilage piercing to create my three in a row and will below my first cartilage piercing. My sixth will be my nose, if I ever decide to really get it. I've been back and forth on it so much that I don't want to do it until I know for sure I want it done and haven't changed my mind a million times. I think I keep changing my mind because with all my other piercings I couldn't see the needle before they stuck me, but with that one, it will be all up in my face no way not to see it.

Now to Tattoo! 

Most people, or I should say teenagers these days, as soon as they turned 18, they were at the tattoo parlor getting inked. Not I... I have less than a month until I turn 19, and I'm still not tatted up. I, unlike a few people, realize that tattoos are forever. I wanted to find something that meant something significant to me. Something I wouldn't regret when I was 40, something I would feel comfortable showing to my kids and not be embarrassed telling them about it if and when they asked, something personal.

I decided that I wanted an anchor of some sort. To me, an anchor stands for two things that go hand in hand. Stability and being grounded. Not like punished, but like knowing your roots. Where you came from.

Stability: My goal in life is to become stable. That means in my career, in my relationship with my significant other, as well as family. To have a stable household, stable parenting skills, stable everything. I believe stability is the key to having a happy life.

Grounding: I believe family is very important and I insist on never forgetting where I came from. I wont always live in the same place as them, but I know if I needed them or they needed me, we all know where home is. I want my children to always have a place they consider home no matter how old they are and where they end up. To me, there is nothing like sitting at home, enjoying time with the people you love most.

Here is an anchor similar to the one I want. I want my flower to be either a hibiscus, or a cherry blossom. I want subtle colors and for it to be no bigger than the size of a credit card. I'm not sure where I want it, but am sure I want it!

Maybe?

Day 1: Your middle name and how you feel about?

Today challenge is just that, a challenge. I've never sat down and thought about whether or not I liked my middle name. Its not like I was given a choice before it was picked. Just kinda got stuck with it. I can not complain though... it could be a lot worse. Like what if my name was Jessica Xylophone? I'd get looked at kinda weird and I'd probably fail Kindergarten 3 times trying to pass my name test.

Jessica Nicole kinda flows to me. It could be because I've heard it all my life and maybe I'm a little bit biased... I do like the way I write it and I cant imagine myself with any other middle name. So, I guess you could say, I do like my middle name.

P.S. Let's just be honest, this isn't the easiest topic, so I'm gonna cut it short and not bore myself.

My Bestfriend, My Boyfriend

Every couple has a love story, ours just began a long time ago...

We met in September of 2009 at the Liberty vs. Lexington football game. I think we spoke maybe 4 or 5 sentences to one another, if that. Seems like it was pretty casual from then until a night in January. I was at Stacye's house and she had been some what talking to Aaron for about a week or so. Aaron and Joey came over and from then, I guess you could say I had a crush on him. I felt instantly close to him... So close, I asked him to go pee with me/take me to pee. We added each other on MySpace and flirted a little back and forth until the next time we hung out. That next time we hung out is when I knew I had something for this boy.

We left Stacye's and I remember him complaining about having to wear his glasses. I thought they were pretty cute, one of those quirky cute accessories. We made casual conversation all the way into Lexington, then we stopped at the red light. I look over at him, he is looking at me with this grin on his face. I remember thinking "What is his deal?" Then, I'm laughing my butt off because he has come across the seat and is tickling me like crazy. Ever since then, I could not pass that red light with out thinking about that. Even when I was with other people, as soon as we pulled up, I began to smile. It was kinda like my little secret I shared with him, and only him.

The Tickle Light

 The rest of the night we rode around, had an amazing time, but most important of all, we began to fall... We hung out a few more times after that. We shared some amazing moments just holding each other while staring out into the lake. I think the night air, wild life, and beautiful stars make people fall in love. Seems like I just love being anywhere at night when its calm and peaceful, but it truly is amazing when I'm with him.

Then we come to night that changed my life... Figured it would be a routine night where we hung out and gave hugs to see each other the next weekend or whatever. Gosh, I was wrong. It was the night he told me he was moving to New Orleans. That was the first time I shed as many tears as I did in front of any guy... I had quite a few emotions running through my head and didn't know how to express them except to just hold on to him as tight as I could.  At this point in our relationship, we were still "friends," yet I felt like I was losing so much more than just my friend. We decided to go on with the night as normal, but I made him promise me we would hang one more time before he left which brings me to his last night in Tennessee...

Our First Picture, taken on the last night in TN.

As sad as the last night was, it was one of our greatest. After a wonderful Mexican birthday surprise filled with whip cream, we decided to end the night in a parking lot by my old house. We playfully argued over a small toy truck which resulted in me gaining possession of the while Hurley had I'm wearing in the picture. I shed a fear more tears in front of him, but even more that night as I laid down to go to sleep. I remember so vividly crying myself to sleep that night... He wasn't "mine," nor did we have any type of commitment laid down, yet I already missed him dearly.

Things have always been back and forth with us... Scratch that. Things have always been back and forth with me. I was always the one that had a boyfriend and could never fully let myself fall for him. He was the one ALWAYS there for me. I remember nights where I'd call him well after I knew he had been asleep and surprisingly, he'd answer, we'd talk, and I would feel better. He never got mad to my knowledge, never seemed angry that I'd interrupted his sleep knowing he had to get up early in the morning. Just always willing to listen and pick up the pieces to my broken heart.

Here is where it gets good... About 4 months ago (October 2011), we began to talk again. This time I knew I was mentally ready to give him what he deserved. My entire attention, me not to hold anything back, and for me not to second guess him. He came to Tennessee and I had the biggest butterflies I'd ever felt. Yeah, we'd seen each other here and there for 20 or so minutes since his last night there, but it'd been almost 2 years since we'd hung out. Like me and him, only us. I stayed awake with him the entire night and talked to him his entire drive up here. Gosh, I was so giddy. I knew I loved this boy, but I did not know that this one weekend would forever change my life. It was absolutely perfect.

I had class that morning and wanted so bad to skip it to see him sooner. I think that was the longest hour and half of my whole life. Class was finally over and we were about to meet him at the hotel. Nanny and I were in Wal*Mart and I remember her telling me I looked like I was high on crack I was smiling so hard. Finally the big moment came, and there he was. He hugged me, and my heart stopped. I had missed him more than I even knew. We took my stuff up to the hotel and then began to try and make plans on what the weekend would have in store. It was Halloween weekend and I mentioned carving pumpkins. He had never carved a pumpkin before, so instantly that was at the top of the list. We were going to carve his first pumpkin. We searched multiple stores for pumpkins, but with it being so close to Halloween almost all of them were either sold out or didn't have a good selection. Aaron and Stacye came to the hotel and after a large pumpkin and shaving cream fight, we had a masterpiece....and a fairly LARGE mess!

Aren't we great carvers?

 The amazing night came to an end and we snuggled up for the last time. I was already beginning to miss him and almost immediately realized this weekend back and forth deal wouldn't last, but didn't want to think about all that and dampen the mood. After a wonderful nights rest, we awoke just as we had fell asleep, all snuggled up. We hit up Olive Garden, one of mine and his favorites that we had been wanting to go to for a while. I remember sitting there dreading the next few hours... I knew he would have to leave soon, but I just kept trying to avoid those thoughts.

My favorite of the 20 or so "random&ridiculous" pictures we took.

It came time for him to leave and go back home. Nanny met us at Wal*Mart after he and I had taken a numerous amount of pictures that were random and ridiculous to say the least... I put my stuff in her truck and preceded to say my goodbyes. I held it together until we put the truck into drive and began to drive away. It was like somebody had turned on a faucet. I cried, cried, and cried some more. It was even harder to watch him get on the interstate not knowing exactly when the next time I would see him was....

Our relationship only grew stronger for the next three months. I was ready to take a risk not many people would be courageous enough to actually follow through with. I wanted to be with him, no matter what it took. I wanted to move to New Orleans to be with my best friend who had grown into becoming so much more... I proposed the idea to my family and they supported me as much as a loving family could support one of their own moving 500 or so miles away. We set a date and began to wait it out. Lord, those days couldn't go by fast enough, yet the were passing so quickly. Then, it was the day!

Joey arrived in Tennessee so early in the morning, but I was so happy to see him it didn't even phase me. I already had my stuff packed for the majority. After resting, exchanging Christmas presents, and talking with Nanny and Poppy, we loaded everything up and hit the road to go meet my Dad. I wasn't nervous at all about this, because I knew he would approve of someone who treated me as well as Joey does. Joey and Dad met and hit it off well. We exchanged Christmas presents and by this time, 8 hours of driving was surely catching up to him. We awoke, and got ready to head out. Next stop, Jackson to get a hotel for the night so we could meet the rest of my family the next day. We decided on seeing my Mom and Matt that night, but my little sister was at my Aunt's and I couldn't leave without saying by to her. The next day came and we finished up meeting everyone and exchanging the last few presents....

Surprisingly, over the course of the past 2 days, I had shed a very minimum amount of tears and made it the whole drive into New Orleans without tears and without sleeping. I was confident in my decision and am still to this day, a month later. Yes, I miss my family dearly and some times I want to go back, but at the end of the day, I know this is where I want to be. With my best friend, my boyfriend. :)

 I love you, Babe.

Consider It a Preface?

Here we go... Let's keep it basic for now.

I'm Jessica. And I wish I looked like that (^) everyday. Plain and simple, yet beautiful... Not that I don't feel beautiful, just that, like any other girl, some days it is a lot harder than others to feel as amazing as I did that day.

Today is one of those days. I woke up this morning/early afternoon and felt like I had been hit by a bus. I didn't have a long night up partying, but instead I made myself fall asleep last night pretty late when I wasn't even sleepy. Some how this morning I finally rolled over from the dead, looked around, and then looked at the clock. 10:37am. I thought to myself, "How can this even be?! I wasn't even tired when I went to sleep... How did I manage to sleep all day once again? And where's Joey? Why didn't he wake me up and tell me bye?"

Once I finally woke up physically AND mentally, I realized that just like every morning, he probably did tell me goodbye, I was just too asleep to remember. I grabbed some shorts out of my dresser, looked in the mirror, snarled my nose, and then almost fell to the floor as I grabbed my head. I could feel every heartbeat, and hear it. Instantly I knew it was going to be one lazy day that starts out with a massive headache.

I came out of the room and headed straight to my secret affair. His name is Coffee Pot, and our relationship is patchy. Depends on the day to determine our attraction, but our "chemistry" is always there. Grabbed my favorite coffee drinking cup and begin to make love to the sugar bowl. Lots & lots would do the trick. Stirred it, stirred it, and stirred some more, and found myself stirring myself back to sleep. Guess I wasn't in the mood for waking up at all... After a few sips, I began to come out of that mood. By this time, it was 11ish. One hour until Joey comes home for lunch.

Within the hour, I began to set up this blog. I knew last week I wanted to start a blog, but I had no clue how I should start it, what it should be about, or what it would become. I've followed a few blogs before and they seemed to inspire me to write. So why not do it? I thought it over multiple times within the week, and decided for sure, I was going to make it happen.

After Joey went back to work, I sat back down with the intention of laying out the first blog with ease. Ehh, not so much. Didn't happen as planned. This isn't as easy as I thought it was, but ironically, as I write I'm getting excited at all the places I can go with this blog... I looked up a 30 day challenge, just to make sure I can start the first month off with a wide topic range. Tomorrow starts the challenge, but as for today, I'm going to try to justify my reason for this blog.

I have realized throughout the past six or so months that its really hard to maintain a happy go lucky persona if you keep everything bottled up inside. No, I will not let this become a whiney/crybaby sob story, but rather solidify my view on things and use it as a daily dose of "ventilation."

Since it is the first blog, I won't bore it down and make it a million pages long. In conclusion, I hope to be able to look back at this collection later in the year and see myself mature, become more expressive, and grasp a hold of self identity.

Sincerely,
Ms. Needs More Coffee.