Girls Camp

Bryce Canyon, was the perfect place for girls camp this year. I arrived to camp with a bad attitude but I certainitly left with a grateful one :)

Summer Project

 So my momma loves her scrapbooking supplies. We all know that mothers are constantly busy, especially mine. She offered to pay me a little bit of money if I tidy up her corner. I agreed since I didn't have anything to do and I'll admit, I wanted some money too. I started this last Wednesday and just barely finished today. (Friday) 5 hours each day. OH boy oh boy.

 I can see the table tops. Its a mircale!

I made my mother go through a lot of things. I said "I don't care what you do with this pile just as long as it doesn't end up on the shelves. Give 'em away or throw 'em." I will not let my sweet momma become a pack rat.

Latin Year

Here is to my first year of Open Latin Ballroom! It was a change of steps, costumes, problems, and make-up. We survived though! I loved it even though under the pressure I seemed all Mrs. Grumpy, I loved it! I can't wait till next year! :)

A huge BIG Thank you goes out to my Momma, Ben (My partner), My teachers, Ryan Di Lello, Trevor Guthrie and Tresa Anderson! You all have made it possible for believing in me and helping me progress. :)

Happy Valentine's

Happy Valentine's Day. I had a super fantastic day. From the moment I woke up to the moment I fell asleep under my bed covers. I enjoy multiply gifts from friends and family. I loved having the feeling of knowing I'm loved. I hope everyone had a special day. 

The yellow rose is from my special someone. You should have seen me receive it. I was one happy girl. One of the red Carnations is from the same boy that gave the rose. The other carnations from my best guyfriend. The elephant was given to me by my amazing mommy. <3

 Valentine's Day at school. It was a fantastic "Single Awareness Day"

 That special someone :)

 Friends

They're not family.

Friends.......They love you,
But they're not your lover

They care for you,
But they're not from your family

They're ready to share your pain,
But they're not your blood relation.

They are........FRIENDS! !!!!

A True friend...... .
Scolds like a DAD..
Cares like a MOM.. Teases like a SISTER..
Irritates like a BROTHER..
And finally loves you for YOU.. 
The nicest place 2 be is in someone's THOUGHTS! 

The safest place 2 be is in someone's PRAYERS! 

And the best place 2 be is in........... 

GODS HANDS!

The Cookie Thief

A woman was waiting at an airport one night, with several long hours before her flight. She hunted for a book in the airport shops, bought a bag of cookies and found a place to drop.

She was engrossed in her book but happened to see, that the man sitting beside her, as bold as could be. . .grabbed a cookie or two from the bag in between, which she tried to ignore to avoid a scene.

So she munched the cookies and watched the clock, as the gutsy cookie thief diminished her stock. She was getting more irritated as the minutes ticked by, thinking, “If I wasn’t so nice, I would blacken his eye.”

With each cookie she took, he took one too, when only one was left, she wondered what he would do. With a smile on his face, and a nervous laugh, he took the last cookie and broke it in half.

He offered her half, as he ate the other, she snatched it from him and thought… oooh, brother. This guy has some nerve and he’s also rude, why he didn’t even show any gratitude!

She had never known when she had been so galled, and sighed with relief when her flight was called. She gathered her belongings and headed to the gate, refusing to look back at the thieving ingrate.

She boarded the plane, and sank in her seat, then she sought her book, which was almost complete. As she reached in her baggage, she gasped with surprise, there was her bag of cookies, in front of her eyes.

If mine are here, she moaned in despair, the others were his, and he tried to share. Too late to apologize, she realized with grief, that she was the rude one, the ingrate, the thief.

Story in the making?

He saw her.  The sunshine on her dark messy curls. Her doe eyes bright and happy. The eyes he would be lost in. Not knowing how to escape their dark glow that pulled him in. She turned towards the boy. Not yet noticing him there. In hope that she would find him one day. Not knowing that day was now. The boys heart filled with the joy of seeing her again. The breeze of spring, fresh with the scent of blossoms, pulled at the young girl’s hair. She turned towards him all the way to see the boy. Staring. Completely staring. She paused. Not knowing what to do. Worried that it was fake. That the boy was not real and that he was gone. Still gone from her. She excepted that she would never see him again. The appearance of the boy made the girl fall. She couldn’t believe her eyes. He ran to her, catching her in his arms pulling her to her feet. They stared at one another. Saying nothing. Doing nothing. Nothing but realizing that this was real. He was there. She was there. The sun moved across her face. He pushed her hair away from her eyes. He pulled her into his chest. Holding her. Never wanting to let go. She couldn’t help but let the tears fall. And so they did. They fell without stopping. She pulled the boy’s hand into hers and looked up into his dark blue eyes. There was a new light in them. A light of hope and happiness.  She pressed her lips to his. It was a sweet kiss. They were together once again. Not ever needing to let go. And let go they did not. They held on every second. The boy turned into a man throughout the years they were together. The young girl into a women. The years went by and they never did let go. They held on with every devotion and love they had for one another. And their story ended with the women in the man’s arms. Never letting go.

Thoughts?