"If you still want me"

"Honey tie a yellow ribbon 'round the ole oak tree
It's been three long years
And I want to know if you still want me?
If I don't see a ribbon 'round the ole oak tree
I'll gonna stay on the bus
And forget about us, put the blame on me
If I don't see a yellow ribbon round the ole oak tree.

Now the whole bus is cheering and I can't believe I see
A hundred yellow ribbons round the ole oak tree..."

Luckily, I don't have to wait three long years for him to come home,

but even if I did...

there would be a hundred yellow ribbons around whatever trees I could find.

Oak or otherwise.

I hope you have an amazing weekend lovelies. 

Make sure to spend as much time with the people that you love if you can.

One month.

Graduation is right around the corner.

It's May 10th right now (for one more hour anyways),

and on June 10th, I will take my last final and be done.

Can you say excited? Relieved? Scared?

2007 and 2011

These make me so happy!  Same place! Same wall! Same (just older) us!

The picture on the right was taken before we were officially dating in May, 2007.  

The picture on the left was taken almost exactly four years later, just a month short of our four year anniversary.
 

I miss him like crazy.

In My Eyes

"In my daughter's eyes I can see the future
A reflection of who I am and what will be
Though she'll grow and someday leave
Maybe raise a family
When I'm gone I hope you see how happy
she made me
For I'll be there
In my daughter's eyes"

- Martina McBride, "In My Daughter's Eyes"

I hope one day that I can be a reflection of my mom.

I hope that one day I can be just as good of one to my kids, as she's been to Candace, Becca, Matt, and me.

Honestly I can't wait to have kids of my own, so that I can call her up and tell her that I understand.

I'll understand why she did what she did and what it was like for her over the course of each one of our lives.

I can't wait.

Happy Mother's Day Mom.

I love you.

Dreams Change.

Isn't it funny how dreams change?

Whether you're young or old, there has to be something that you once dreamed about.

Maybe it came true.

Maybe it didn't.

Maybe your dream just changed into a new one.

I used to dream a lot.

Scheming in my head, daydreaming, or laying in bed for hours planning my life and how my dreams were going to be a part of it.

For example,

I used to want to do this as a career...

Then that dream changed into this...

Which finally changed to this...

Killer whales to journalism, go figure!

It's probably just because it's Mother's Day and this blog post and this blog post made me tear up twice today and because I have one of the most amazing moms I know, but I would give up my dream of being a journalist for one of these...

(A wedding...not those cute boots!)

And one or two of these eventually...

Just being completely honest.

Holy Stress Batman

^^^^^

This is me tonight.

I keep crying randomly on and off today and I'm stressed out beyond words.

There's so many things that need to be done before Thursday and so little time to do them in.

For example; 

write, record, and edit a 15 minute podcast...

finish compiling my last few pieces, write three responses, organize, find graphics, and bind a 30 piece poetry anthology...

Rewrite one of my two short novels...

Rewrite/type up notes to turn in...

Finish writing a random acts of interpretation paper...

Compile, type up, and present a Mass Media legal brief....

I'm pretty sure that's it.  If I think of something else it might make me cry again. This whole semester has been a breeze work wise and now teachers decided to lay it on thick the week before finals.  Thanks a lot!

Well lovelies, I have to open the gym tomorrow so I need to head off to bed.

Wish me luck and pray for me if you think about it, cause I sure need it.

Night!

Letters

Dear Angry Birds,

Why are you so addicting? There's really nothing that awesome about you, but I can't stop playing!

Dear Homework,

I'm sorry I've saved you for this weekend. Someone really needs to light a fire under my @$$ until June 10.

Dear June 10,

Please hurry up and come. 

Dear Girls Laying by The Pool Today,

I found myself insanely jealous of you as you laid out today while I had to rush to eat and get back to school.

Must be nice to just lounge around in the middle of the afternoon.

 Dear LAF,

I really don't know what to do with you anymore.

Dear Corinne,

Thanks for coming to hang out with me tonight.

Dear Man Who Has My Heart,

Come back.

Dear Life After College,

Quit being the one question I get asked almost everyday.

I don't know what I'm going to do with you yet.

I might like a break.

How does that sound?

Dear Reader,

Have a wonderful weekend/Mother's Day.

New Stumbles

Hope you enjoy my finding's as much as I did!

Really liked this burlap and bling idea for a wedding.

I would love to have a colorful house like this some day.

If it wasn't 90 degrees outside, I'd want some of this.

Would love to visit some of these places.

I want every single one of these outfits.

This poem is a good representation of my life...I wish I'd written it first.

Happy Tuesday!
Just think, tomorrow is hump day!

Poetry Time

Marie Antoinette’s Discussion

I was lonely, sad, and afraid when I first came to France.

Nothing was familiar, just completely foreign,

everything except for the cake.

The French and Austrian bakers must have

traded secrets and tips across the border,

because their cakes were the same.

Delicious. Sweet. Moist. Comforting.

When the people of France were in

turmoil, I imagined them to be

lonely, sad, and afraid, as I looked

out the windows of Versailles and

I wanted to help them, to comfort them.

I gave them the only piece of advice that brought

me cheer when I said,

“Let them eat cake.”

Proud.

Yesterday was a rough one, from the moment I woke up, to the minute I finally fell asleep.

But around 9:00 last night, I heard some news.

I think this is really good news and it made me proud.

It also made me realize that even though what I'm going through and will be going through for awhile

 is hard and it sucks,
there's a point to it.