Okay... So I moved to Milwaukee back in August, because my other half received a great job here at the University. And as it is great and all, and I love being around my honey bun all the time, there is a void in this city... no local people to actually call friends.
I would not say this is depression, I know it does take time, but sometimes I just wish there was someone to call up and say "Hey! Wanna get some Coffee?" I know I have awesome friends back home, and there will have been atleast four friends within an amount of 30 days coming to see me, but it still does not fill the void.
So what is a girl to do? Wish I just had a coffee girlfriend or even an awesome shopping buddy? Where are you?
Thursday, October 10, 2013
Sunday, June 30, 2013
The Numbers 2 and 9
As I set off on my last week of being 28, I have come to the realization that the age 29 will only be in my life once. I have had the honor of gracing my ages with the number two about twelve times in my life, followed by the number nine twice, and a week from today it will be three times. I have come to the conclusion that a break down of my life with those numbers then would only be appropriate for this blog before my 29th birthday coming up.
Age 2: At the age of two-years-old, I certainly got the entire buzz of the tantrums and mayhem that can strike. There was also no denying that my two-year old self was cute, splashed with the curiosity about the world, all while getting into trouble, the mishaps feeling accidental, therefore making my parents easier to forgive the things that I did. Of course, I was only two, who can certainly punish a two-year old.
There was a toughness about my age at the time as I was in full mobility, and into everything meaning their was no limit to climbing the bookcase, crossing the street, and hearing the word “no” grace my brain in my 3 to 4 foot self life (yes, I was tall then too).
Age 9: My 9-year-old inner me was increasingly interesting in being apart of decisions, such as where to go or what to do during the summer days, and maybe what to buy for food for meals. But, the one thing that I remember clearly as a nine-year-old was my brother (Pieter) running after me with a water gun in the house (mom, was not happy). As I ran straight for the door downstairs, well I ran straight for the door, and forgot to open it. This is when my super powers appeared and I went directly through the glass, which shattered. Lucky me, I had not one scratch on me. I am sure that my parents laughed behind our backs that night, and went on showing the mad faces when they were around us because they had to replace the glass on the door. I am certain that apart of my mom was excited that I broke the glass because maybe a new door would come in her life, but that did not happen for another ten years.
Age 19:
I cannot figure out if it’s trying to remember or the fear of remembering this age. I know that a lot happened during this year that I am not to crazy to talk about, but I can definitely say that it brought me to be the person I am today, and not in a bad way at all. I would state that this was the year that I embarked on a lot of journeys that was an experience. Things were hard, but at the end of the day, I kept fighting for what I wanted, and I certainly got it. I learned that, “ You are exactly Who & What & Where you are suppose to be.”
Age 20-28:
After the age of 19, my trip did not end. In the last eight years, I have accomplished so much, and a lot of it was just pushing myself to get over that wall that never ended. It is not everyday, you hear or know about the girl who didn’t know how to read or write in grade school go off and get her undergraduate in English and a Masters in Reading. And, yes, maybe you have noticed, that there might be a mistake or two here, but I know that I have come this far by placing my thoughts on a blog for you.
A lot of people around me did not support me; they always saw me as the failure, and the girl who probably wouldn’t even graduate from high school let alone with two degrees and a third by this time next year. She was just wasting her time, and money, but I learned to push, and to push hard. I have learned to have the motivation to keep going and not give up. I have learned that anything and everything is possible, even if there is no support behind you.
Age 29:
So here it is, one week until my birthday of the age of 29, and one year and one week away from the BIG 30. I would state I have goals for this year before I reach the big three in my age, but I have never really had goals, they just came to me followed by motivation to learn. I am excited, scared, but also looking forward to the next journey I have in my life. With that said, I will end my blog with this quote:
“Life is what you make of it, so make it great.”
Age 2: At the age of two-years-old, I certainly got the entire buzz of the tantrums and mayhem that can strike. There was also no denying that my two-year old self was cute, splashed with the curiosity about the world, all while getting into trouble, the mishaps feeling accidental, therefore making my parents easier to forgive the things that I did. Of course, I was only two, who can certainly punish a two-year old.
Age 9: My 9-year-old inner me was increasingly interesting in being apart of decisions, such as where to go or what to do during the summer days, and maybe what to buy for food for meals. But, the one thing that I remember clearly as a nine-year-old was my brother (Pieter) running after me with a water gun in the house (mom, was not happy). As I ran straight for the door downstairs, well I ran straight for the door, and forgot to open it. This is when my super powers appeared and I went directly through the glass, which shattered. Lucky me, I had not one scratch on me. I am sure that my parents laughed behind our backs that night, and went on showing the mad faces when they were around us because they had to replace the glass on the door. I am certain that apart of my mom was excited that I broke the glass because maybe a new door would come in her life, but that did not happen for another ten years.
Age 19:
I cannot figure out if it’s trying to remember or the fear of remembering this age. I know that a lot happened during this year that I am not to crazy to talk about, but I can definitely say that it brought me to be the person I am today, and not in a bad way at all. I would state that this was the year that I embarked on a lot of journeys that was an experience. Things were hard, but at the end of the day, I kept fighting for what I wanted, and I certainly got it. I learned that, “ You are exactly Who & What & Where you are suppose to be.”
Age 20-28:
After the age of 19, my trip did not end. In the last eight years, I have accomplished so much, and a lot of it was just pushing myself to get over that wall that never ended. It is not everyday, you hear or know about the girl who didn’t know how to read or write in grade school go off and get her undergraduate in English and a Masters in Reading. And, yes, maybe you have noticed, that there might be a mistake or two here, but I know that I have come this far by placing my thoughts on a blog for you.
A lot of people around me did not support me; they always saw me as the failure, and the girl who probably wouldn’t even graduate from high school let alone with two degrees and a third by this time next year. She was just wasting her time, and money, but I learned to push, and to push hard. I have learned to have the motivation to keep going and not give up. I have learned that anything and everything is possible, even if there is no support behind you.
Age 29:
So here it is, one week until my birthday of the age of 29, and one year and one week away from the BIG 30. I would state I have goals for this year before I reach the big three in my age, but I have never really had goals, they just came to me followed by motivation to learn. I am excited, scared, but also looking forward to the next journey I have in my life. With that said, I will end my blog with this quote:
“Life is what you make of it, so make it great.”
Friday, June 14, 2013
A Sincere Apology for being the B in Apt 23
As I am approaching my last year of my 20's, I have discovered that through the ups and down in my life, it has certainly been great and I clearly have no regrets. But it is My Life: The Greatest Show On Earth, and I view it as something that has not been easy. Through the years, I have developed strong relationships with my family, friends, and the love of my life for the last (almost) seven years, Nolan.
But.... (Certainly, there is always a Conjunction Junction for the function in life)
One thing that I have always struggled with is communicating with others, and just being a natural bitch or just having the syndrome of Bitchy Resting Face. I have probably lost many friends over this, and haven't even noticed up until now. The lame reason: I have endured the most stress in my life for no reason the last six months and years prior, and have blamed so many others for it.
For many, this is probably what they have seen "Bitchy Resting Face," (side note: Thanks to my wonderful roommate BritBrit for sharing this with me) and I am sure you can state this is true:
Due to this bitchiness, I even came a fan of "Don't Trust The B in Apt 23," and my house named the wireless internet after the TV show. This is something I can also relate too, and it has brought me to tears of joy. Here is a clip of my favorite episode: The Seven Year Bitch
So, here I have been honest and confessed that I have been a bitch for half the year and years prior, and I would like to state that I am sorry and if I have hurt you for the reason of Insert Reason Here. I hope you can accept my apology, and please know that I have changed, not over night, but over time and it has made me a better person.
But.... (Certainly, there is always a Conjunction Junction for the function in life)
One thing that I have always struggled with is communicating with others, and just being a natural bitch or just having the syndrome of Bitchy Resting Face. I have probably lost many friends over this, and haven't even noticed up until now. The lame reason: I have endured the most stress in my life for no reason the last six months and years prior, and have blamed so many others for it.
For many, this is probably what they have seen "Bitchy Resting Face," (side note: Thanks to my wonderful roommate BritBrit for sharing this with me) and I am sure you can state this is true:
Due to this bitchiness, I even came a fan of "Don't Trust The B in Apt 23," and my house named the wireless internet after the TV show. This is something I can also relate too, and it has brought me to tears of joy. Here is a clip of my favorite episode: The Seven Year Bitch
So, here I have been honest and confessed that I have been a bitch for half the year and years prior, and I would like to state that I am sorry and if I have hurt you for the reason of Insert Reason Here. I hope you can accept my apology, and please know that I have changed, not over night, but over time and it has made me a better person.
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