So, I’ve moved the blog — over to blogspot. Don’t be mad, WordPress…it’s been real. I’m also dedicated to updating it a lot more frequently as well.

You can follow me over there at http://beautifulthoughtsuglyreality.blogspot.com

Hope to “see” you over there :)

Cheers!

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G: “I’m not scared of those zombies that try to stab you in the back. You know why???”

Me: “Why?”

“……Cause I’m FIVE!!!!!”

Oh, if only all life’s problems were as easy to brush off as a back stabbing zombie.

So, I just had to share this with you guys. I found an AWESOME new site called “The Dreaming Trees.” It’s basically a site that is dedicated to encourage and help inspire people to pursue their dreams.

I have a lot of dreams. But to be honest, I don’t tell people a lot of them. There are some I even forget because I stop pursuing them.

The Dreaming Trees team created a site that allows you to post your dream (anonymously or not) and be encouraged by others’ dreams as well.

It’s just starting out, but I LOVE it already. Hence the reason I’m sharing it with you guys. Check it out here! I’m going to write up some of my dreams and submit it. You should too :) I’ll leave you their slogan:

Grab a tree and dare to share your dream.

www.thedreamingtrees.wordpress.com

Click Here

Don’t get me wrong, I love my car. It’s served me well (and still serving), and I love the independence having a car gives. I don’t like the part where I have to fill up with gas, pay for insurance, or all of these other lovely road bumps.

Sometimes I wish I lived in a big city where I could take a bike to where I needed to go or a bus. In extreme situations, take a taxi. But I live in a small, rural town where it takes 20 minutes by car to get to work and Walmart. Hence the reason for a car.

Please don’t think I’m complaining…I’m just processing and thinking. I’m grateful for my car. I’m grateful I have money in the bank to pay for all the above mentioned. There’s just times I wish for a simpler life — one without all the “extras.” Am I alone in this?

I’m 100% a “daddy’s girl.” He’s someone I can go to about anything and he is a constant supporter of anything I want to do. My pastor told me something he did with his children when they were growing up called a “free zone.” When he would sense something was going on with his three boys, he would tell them that he was going to give them a 60 second “free zone” in which they could tell him anything and not worry about getting in trouble. My dad is my 24-7 free zone. I mean sure, when I was younger if I did something really wrong then I would get in trouble, but I still felt free to tell him anything without fear. He and I have the same sense of humor (we’re both fluent in sarcasm), love music, and have the same sort of personality. He would do anything for me and he even watches “chick flicks” with me. :) He’s someone who I call just to talk to and let him know what’s going on in my life. Now as I’ve gotten older and become an adult, my dad has really become one of my best friends. He’s the best dad ever.

On the other hand, my mom and I don’t have a great relationship. I love her, but I can’t say she’s my best friend. She and I just don’t click. We can barely be in the same room without getting into an argument, sometimes trivial, other times major arguments. I love the show Gilmore Girls. I love the relationship the mother and daughter have. It’s something I wish I had with my mom, but I don’t. I’m the youngest of four kids, two girls and two boys. My sister is the oldest and she has that kind of relationship with my mom. Most of my girlfriends are all best friends with their mom. The lack of that kind of relationship is something that really used to hurt, to be honest it still does a little. But I’ve come to the realization that it’s never going to happen so I’ll just have to settle with having a mom/daughter relationship and not a friendship. This isn’t trying to bash her at all, she’s a great mom…she raised four awesome kids (okay, I’m a bit partial), homeschooled all of us, and still managed to take care of the majority of the household duties while my dad was working. This is just an honest post – one that is a tribute to the amazing best friend I call my dad and a tribute to my mother who did a great job of instilling values and educating me.

Both of my parents have given me different views and different experiences that I will take with me when I have children. My dad has taught me to always listen to your children, believe in them, and make them feel like they are the most important people in your world. My mom has taught me the importance of instilling values and integrity. Both sides are vital to raising great kids, I mean look at my siblings and I, could we get any better?! JUST KIDDING!!!! (sort of) ;) My parents aren’t perfect and I know I won’t be either. I do know that I’m going to try and have a friendship with my children, WHILE still being their parent. Working at a daycare, I’ve seen too many parents take the extreme route with being there friend and other parents take the extreme route of being too much of an authoritarian. My goal is to find that balance. I know parenting is WAY easier said than done. I don’t pretend that I’m going to be supermom and amazing all the time. It’s going to be hard and there will be times that I will utterly fail at attaining that balance, but my hope is to one day raise great children that have a mom and a dad they respect, who are their biggest fans, and who will one day be their friends as well.

Well, I think I found out a reason (at least for me). As silly as this may sound, stilettos make me feel more confident and beautiful. I know, I know, they’re just a pair of shoes, but seriously knowing you’re walking in stilettos just add a different *swag* to your walk.

Yesterday, I pulled out my stilettos for the first time in a while, walked out the door and immediately got compliments on how I looked from people I knew and didn’t know. I’d worn that sweater before, worn the necklace before, worn my hair like that before, but I hadn’t added the stilettos until yesterday. Could it be I was complimented because of the fresh confidence I felt die to my stilettos? Maybe, maybe not. The world will never know, but I do know I’ll be pulling out the stilettos a little more often than I used to. :)

What do you think, guys & gals?

And because I can now use the all the accent marks and such, I would like to wish happy birthday to whoever has a birthday today. Someone, somewhere.

Feliz Cumpleaños!

kbai

It’s been a while. Quite a while. To fill you in on the past couple of months in a short, non-detailed post – Life has been crazy, but it’s a good kind of crazy. I finished the spring semester, started the summer semester, finished the summer semester, and now I’m just a few weeks out from starting the fall semester. Yay me. Mixed in with that insane amount of school, I’ve been working [a lot], been spending time with my wonderful family, making new friends, reconnecting with old ones, and starting a new church [which i absolutely love]. So, yeah, there’s been a lot of change happening the past couple months. I won’t post a long drawn out post because frankly I don’t have time today and you probably won’t want to read it, but I will let you guys know that I now have a twitter [see side of blog] so you should follow me and I’ll follow you back [maybe, as long as you're not stalkishly weird]. I also have a tumblr, which I’ve been told is the same thing as a blog, but somehow I don’t feel guilty for posting one sentence posts [does that make it like twitter?] or quotes without posting something to go along with it like I do here on the “original blog.” I can’t post on here without feeling like I have some sort of substantial information to share. Anyway, I have a tumblr, ok? And I like it. So you should check it out.

I’m going to be posting a blog soon that actually makes sense and it’s going to be awesome. I promise. [No refunds, if you don't like it though.]

Til then or until you tweet me or ask me a question on tumblr.

Ciao.