My life.

The other morning I went on Facebook to see the top news like most people do everyday and a puppy caught my eye. The Thumb Animal Shelter had just posted a picture of this beagle with huge floppy ears. Immediately I jumped in my car since there location is literally about ten minutes away or less. He was on the approved list of dogs my mom would allow one day since ours had died. Max was his name with a perfect blend of colors brown, black and white. Even though his owners said his parents are both beagles I have doubt in my mind. There has to be a bit of basset hound in him, everyone agrees with me. After calling Max, Bentley, Cooper, Chase, and Marley we finally agreed on Oakley for his new name. Max is just original, I wanted something different. His previous owners also claimed that he was ninety-five percent house broken, I'm thinking its more like eighty-five percent, which is still pretty awesome.

Oakley is in the stage where he thinks he can hump everything that is in his path or chew it up. Kleenex, paper towel, pictures, blankets, you name it, Oakley chews it. My mom and I had to puppy proof our house after that and of course we missed a few spots like under her bed. His nose leads him in too everything possible. I am also covered in scratches, cuts, bruises, since it seems he never runs out of energy to stop ruff housing with me.

Besides the whining, messes, and all the things that make Oakley a pain, there are some bonuses. He is a great cuddlier, adorable, and loving. The saying a dog is a mans best friend is an understatement, dogs can be any ones best friend. I don't know what I would do without him at the moment he keeps me smiling.

My life.

Thanksgiving was a good time as always except this time we had two turkeys, smoked and baked. Lots of home made food, playing card games, and hunting made it a fun filled holiday. Once again I seen nothing out in the woods, but the weather was perfect. I didn't freeze. Unfortunately I was only able to go hunting a couple times. Deer season is our busiest season of the year at work. Customers are constantly bringing in meat to be processed into sausage, pepper sticks, and anything else that looks appetizing. Even people from Detroit drive all the way up here just to get our meat, we are definitely the best around.

Besides spending most of my break working and managing all my homework I squeezed in helping my sister at her house. We had to put up her snowman decorated tree while making a turkey soup with all the left overs. My boss and I also rescued a kitten from behind our local restaurant. He was a beautiful, very fluffy, dusty looking type of kitten.

On top of all that I went to get my first smart phone. I have had my old school flip phone for as long as I can remember. It was extremely hard to give it up for this new phone called an Alcatel that is smarter than me. After I finally accepted the change they started to close up for the weekend as I was walking out the door. While I was driving down the road my phone randomly turned off. I figured I just had to plug it in, but nothing seemed to be working. Just my luck. Mental breakdown definitely happened, there was no way I was waiting until Monday to get a new phone. Thankfully I pulled the right strings, with the right connections, to get a lady to go in and fix it. I'm still undecided on keeping it.

My Life.

While watching Grant this weekend, I watched the new movie "Brave".  If you enjoy a good cartoon every now and then, surely you will enjoy this one. I also was blessed to have to watch two boys running around instead of just one. They were way too loud, very crazy, and making a mess, but I didn't want to be a mean babysitter which made it hard to lay down the law. When I did finally manage to yell, the one boy actually listened while Grant cried making it even harder for me to be mean. After time-out they silently played the Wii all night, key word silent. My headache finally started to disappear giving me time to work on a Birthday card made with actual candy. It took forever since it is enormous, but when it was finished I was very proud of myself and of course my friend who helped me through all the chaos.

When I wasn't babysitting or working I was helping my family prepare for our Thanksgiving party. For the past couple of years its a tradition to have it at our place. They just had to put up our Christmas tree even though with out the snow it just didn't seem appropriate. All the money they put into for ornaments, bulbs, and anything else you can imagine I suppose deserves to be exposed for at least a month. Besides that we did a lot of the typical stuff everyone loves to do on the weekend like dusting, baking, and vacuuming.

I also managed to squeeze in all of my homework that seems to never disappear. I would love at least one weekend where nothing was due. Even for our break most teachers decided to cram us with tasks like we didn't have family that would also like our attention. I guess enduring a lot of obstacles is just a part of life.

My Life.

I had my belly button pierced over the weekend, it is sore yet very cute. The pain is only suppose to last about a week hopefully. Infection should be easy to prevent, I am constantly cleaning it. After that driving all the way to Auburn Hills to talk to my ex boyfriend was interesting. He wants me to put our short breakup in the past already, which is extremely hard for me to do since I am a huge grudge holder. But that's just one of my many flaws I would like to shake some day. His new apartment is actually nice and clean for all guys living there plus he finally has a decent job working at a car dealership. I hope he sticks with it and goes back to school during his spare time.

After many weeks of having no cable in my room, I finally found out why it wasn't working. My mom accidentally knocked it out of the back of her TV, too bad we didn't find that out before I bought a new remote control. My brother Jay also moved out for the hundredth time, but I feel like just maybe this time it is permanent. If he stays with my dad hopefully he will get his head on straight, work when he is suppose to, and actually go to the marines.

Hunting season is finally here. In the past I have shot a couple nice bucks, but I'm ready for the monster buck to walk out in front of me. The alarm clock ringing in my ear at five o'clock in the morning is holding me back though, it is so hard to create ambition that early. On top of that when I finally get out to my blind, sit there with my body going numb, I see nothing. That really is irritating, even a squirrel would make me happy at this point.

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This was definitely one of the worst weekends, I have never cried so much. The puffy bags I have received over the past few days are just another bonus to how I feel. My boyfriend and I broke up. It was my first relationship and as of right now my last. If my sister Jenny wasn't there for me with no doubt in my mind, it would of been even worse. She ended up pouring us glasses of wine, renting movies, and painting my nails. Jenny vowed to never paint my nails again, I couldn't sit still. Too many thoughts were going through my head, but she still gave me every drop of patience she could manage. When she gave up her Halloween plans and decided to stay home on a Saturday night just for me I cried even more, I couldn't control my emotions. I wasn't sure if it was the bottle of wine I slammed instead of sipped, the chick flick that made me think of relationships, or just the fact that she really would do anything for me.
 I feel like I lost the urge to party, even though my friends offered to take me to the club or any place that I wanted to go to. The sad part is the closest party this weekend was almost walking distance, yet I still said no maybe next weekend. For me that's far from normal I was the one known to be always up for a good time, yet this weekend made me feel the exact opposite. After replying "no" all day, my ex-boyfriend text-ed me saying anything from I love you too I want you back. I honestly don't have a clue anymore, there are so many feelings pounding in my heart, but it feels like my head. My migraine could use some pain relievers while I could use the common sense I feel that I am currently lacking.

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My boyfriends car is finally fixed. I was surprised to find him in my drive way the other day, but it was nice. I usually have to drive at least a half an hour to get to him, causing me to become sick of it. Plus watching all my money go into my tank for gas is hard to cope with. I made him come with me to babysit though, he was beyond thrilled ha ha. It was convenient for me to finish my homework while he kept Grant entertained with the Wii. They played a lot of Mario or in Grants' term "armio". I think my boyfriend riled him up more than necessary. He didn't fall asleep until eleven thirty, pushing midnight. We also went to the local library, it saved me a whole fourteen dollars. That is a lot to spend on a book since I am still on a college budget. The books for a psychology assignment. After I read it, it would just sit on my shelf and collect dust so it would of been pointless to buy it anyway. I also found out when I picked Grant up from day care that he had a blonde haired girl that caught his eye. I wonder if at age four we all had crushes and started kissing. I told him he had the case of the cooties that he was always telling me about when I mentioned girls in general. We also rented "That's My Boy" which was hilarious if you like non stop raunchy
 humor that Adam Sandler is known for in his films.

Other than babysitting I would have to say this was one of my most chilled out weekends in a while compared to last weeks stressful one. I ignored many phone calls plus texts, and relaxed. Catching up on my homework was the only stressful part since I am a huge procrastinator.

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Stress. One of the main components we all experience on a weekly sometimes daily basis, depending on our situations. My situation this week was definitely classified as daily stress. Everybody wants my advice, opinion, and time lately. I feel so smothered. College on top of all of this is an over load, my nerves are shot. I just want to scream.

Besides all the stress my weekend wasn't completely bad. I played a lot of Wii with my friends and family. Everybody loves to Just Dance and of course play the classic Donkey Kong all night, plus I kicked my boyfriend's butt at euchre (:


On top of all this one of my best friends, Kayla, now works with me at my job. Its been pretty good so far, I like training her. We bump heads occasionally, but I told her she has to understand its' my job to tell her what to do. Kayla and I go to the same church too. This weekend at our church there was a bazaar. I never understood why it was called that until I had to partake at the event. People were lined up at the door before we even opened. To top it off my family and I made cupcakes, cookies, pies, cakes, chocolate covered pretzels, and caramel apples. It took forever, baking is definitely not going to be in my near future plans.

I also almost went to a haunted house but it turns out my boyfriend is just as freaked out by them as I am. I had to give him crap for the rest of the weekend. He explained why so I would stop, but I couldn't help myself. Jokes just kept flying out of my mouth, that's just the type of person I am. Then, unfortunately he snapped, long story short, no more jokes. Next weekend we compromised for a flashlight corn maze.

My Life

Its ironic how fate is so unbelievable. With in the past year I have had three of my best friends from high school come to me, out of all people, for advice. After all the ups and downs we have faced, I never imagined that would happen. Then to top it off every single one of their boyfriends have called me a "bad influence". I don't understand that. Technically as of now my life consists of nothing to classify me as a "bad influence". I guess if they are still dwelling on the past its slightly understandable, but people change. Judging people for their past is clearly unfair, just like judging a book by its cover. We all do it though, even if you don't want to admit it. Its like a habit that's hard to shake, a flaw that we all posses, or clearly just human nature. Even if I was a "bad influence" I couldn't force anyone to be like me, everyone has the chance to choose their own decisions in life.

Helping my best friend figure out what to do with her relationship of three years wasn't the only crisis my weekend obtained. We woke up to the ambulance on Saturday, my boyfriends paralyzed Uncle had a stroke. It turned out to be his second one, the first one had taken most of his speech away. Last I heard he was in critical condition. Instead of going to the hospital my boyfriend and I watched his nephews and niece. They are some of the craziest kids I now know, if you would have been there you would have agreed. I was so exhausted from the chaos I passed out by ten on a Saturday. That has never happened to me, maybe its part of growing up. I feel so lame.

My Life.

For the first time since my freshman year of high school I caught up with my old best friend. We went to Bad Axe to run some errands. The rest of my day consisted of studying. I just finished my quizzes over the two chapters my psychology teacher decided to give us to make up for last weeks no quizzes. Shocker there.

Watching the Presidential debate is another task I have yet to tackle for my weekend agenda. Two hours just seems like a waste of my time to watch two people who most likely will fail at their job. I had to do a report on the topic of the four procedures that qualify you to become our next President. I received an A- on a subject that I said is corrupt and definitely needs change. I'm thinking my professor agreed with my obvious statements.

Work this week was slightly complicated. Some how I managed to get a "muffler burn" that was hard to hide. I also received an earful from my family about that unfortunate beyond noticeable mark. I was innocent though. I didn't put it there, scouts honor.

I baby-sat quite a bit this weekend too, so trust me when I say you are never too old for a Disney movie. We watched Pocahontas, Bambi, and The Lion King which are still some of my favorite cartoons. The movies of our generations just don't compare to those of the past. Here's a fun fact, The Little Mermaid was one of the first Disney movies ever created. Grant, the four-year old I watched, had Bronchitis so the lack of energy led to our movie marathon. Hopefully, I have built up an immune system within the past four years I have baby-sat him to keep me from coughing. When his parents came home, thankfully they didn't have any small bills. It was a nice bonus to fill up my gas tank. (:

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This week I did a little bit more relaxing thanks to my psychology teacher. Understanding the expectation was definately asking too much out of us, he decided to give us a week off on our quizzes that are usually due every week. I took full advantage of this opportunity and decided to go to the concert at Central Michigan University. New Boyz and B.O.B were playing there. It wasn't as much fun as I hoped it would be. I was in general seating which was the first mistake. Sweating, being crammed in between some strangers, and constantly being pushed were just some of the bonuses. B.O.B. decided to go crowd surfing in a crowd that dropped him.  After the concert we relaxed while watching “Across the Universe”. It turned out to be a very interesting movie that I suggest everyone should watch. It opened my eyes to the reality of all the issues before I was even born. I had a sudden motivation after we watched it, decided to get up at two in the morning, and leave. The only bonus to driving that late was the no traffic equaling no road rage.

Camping is one of my favorite things to do.  We played corn hole, passed out candy, and played one of my favorite games, polish golf. The tricker –treaters were adorable in all the many costumes from frogs to princesses. I refused to go into the haunted house due to the fact I have no tolerance for anything scary. At the end of the day I found the secret stash of leftovers, filled up my backup, and made a sneaky get away.  One of my best friends went with me to my friends after. By the time Sunday strolled around I was exhausted but still had to prepare for my exam on Monday.

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Tests, exams, papers keep rolling into my schedule. I don't understand why teachers think we have so much time to do homework when we students clearly don't. This weekend besides all the studying, working, and babysitting was a rollercoaster ride that I wasn't prepared for. It started off with a little family bonding. We canned over fifty jars of jams, salsas, and spaghetti sauces, which made me, believe I am allergic to the smell of chopped onions even though I eat onions all the time. My eyes turned pink and puffy, my complexion was beyond white, and my head was spinning in circles. At work there was of course some drama, living in a small town without drama is physically impossible.

 Speaking of drama me and my boyfriend had another argument. Our first one dealt with his car, he promised it would be fixed by the weekend and for once he would drive to me. Shockingly I was surprised to hear otherwise. When he was driving down the bumpy road, he managed to hit the perfect hole to make it fall out, denting his brand new hood.   Both of us being pissed off were obviously a bad combination. Then we argued about the upcoming concert at CMU this weekend. I won the argument with if you trust me then why can’t I go. Unfortunately that bit me in the butt since I ended up going behind his back to see if he behaved at a wedding on Saturday. My family put it in my head that he didn’t take me for a reason so I had to investigate. Turns out he was behaving. His friend that I confronted ended up ratting me out, shock. I knew it was a bad idea but I couldn’t control my nosey urge to know. Long story short one minute I thought I was single next minute he turns it on me saying if that’s what I want then I will be. I don’t know what I want anymore.

My Life

So far college life is complicated. My weekends consist of studying, taking online quizzes, plus making wonderful blogs. Making time for work, friends, and family of course is hair pulling frustration. My mom says mow the lawn I say why can't my lazy twenty year old brother do it which just leads to a family argument that gets me no where it seems. My mom, my sister, and I recently got home the day before I started college from California. During our vacation time my brother managed to move back in. I don't know if I would call it moving in, more like breaking and entering. The house was completely locked we thought, but apparently we thought wrong. He found a latter, climbed on top of the roof, opened the window of the play room, and before I knew it he had all his stuff back in what was once the guest bedroom. My mom always is saying her children mean the most to her which is clear to anyone who knows her. It just makes me want to scream sometimes, and don't worry I did at the top of my lungs, especially when that incident happened. I only enjoyed the quiet, always clean house for three or four months, definitely not long enough.

I have passed up so many opportunities lately that involve having fun. I am not sure if its due to the thoughts of getting behind in classes, missing out on the opportunity to make money at my job, or if I just don't feel like arguing with my boyfriend. He said we could go out and do things together, yet he never wants to do anything. He recently quit his job, even though he yelled at me when I didn't work enough, his car has been in the shop for four months too long, and doesn't know what college he wants to go to, when clearly he should just finish at Baker.

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During my last month or so of high school I started my first official relationship. After watching all of my girlfriends have horrible outcomes with their boyfriends, my motto was to never date through any of those years, which I pretty much accomplished. Along with a lot of ups and downs we have been together for about six months as of today. I was a social ball of energy until he came around. He slowly is attempting to get my morals in line, which is where we are bumping heads. Some people say he is a control freak while others think he is good for me due to the fact opposites attract. I don't really know what to think yet, I love him, but could I see myself with him forever is the real question.

The transition of starting college compared to going to high school is easy and some what complicated. Similarities include the confusing schedules, long classes, too much homework, plus the many teaching styles that come along with all your professors. On the other hand, I now have the choice to choose where I want to attend, I actually feel like paying attention after seeing the outrageous prices, and I don't have to be here Monday through Friday.

Career choices seem never ending, there are so many possibilities your future holds, its kind of frightening. Every day somebody changes their major so in high school I job shadowed at a hospital too help me avoid this, but I assume i still will change my mind. After my experience I realized working with sick people takes a special type of person. Realizing this helped me figure out things that pertained to Business sparked my interest, particularly becoming an owner or boss of something along those lines. In the end, I want to do anything that I could see myself wanting to do for the rest of my life while truly enjoy doing it. Being able to support my own family would be an added bonus.

My Life

Growing up has never been easy. The real world is full of surprises one might say and fate is a crazy thing, you never know what to expect.

I never knew turning eighteen would be so complicated. Being a baby was probably the easiest part of my chapter in life. It consisted of everyone waiting on me hand and foot. No one truly understands why a baby is crying or wants the stress that comes along with the screams and tears. So after always being fed, bathed, and entertained I concluded it will never be as easy as that. Then came the chapter in my life that is a blur. My parents were getting divorced, I was moving from the place I grew up, to a place that was unfamiliar, and my world was being flipped upside down. Looking back I see that my mom was making the right choice for herself and her five kids. Life on the farm wasn't what it was cut out to be for our family. Now we have our big red brick house surrounded by the river, woods, and the fresh air that wasn't so fresh on the farm. Eventually I was in High school which flew by for me like my memories did. It consisted of waking up in class with drool on my face, dealing with a lot of unnecessary drama, and attempting to be a sneaky "text er". Don't get me wrong, I was an all A student, but I just never got the concept of why I had to go to school. I had a passion for soccer and managed a job also. Taking my aggression out on the attackers, feeling the smack of the ball against my forehead, and the rush of adrenaline i felt in my veins were just some of the many benefits that came with being out on that field. I earned the right to always be starter plus to play on Varsity as a sophomore. My job that I am currently still working at is a meat packing place. It involves waiting on customers, running errands, and yes occasionally packing meat.