Mi Vida

Country Music

I grew up across the street from a pizza parlor, and down the block from a gas station. The only time I’ve been within spittin’ distance of a  cow is at a county fair. I haven’t ever taken a ride on a tractor, I don’t like fried chicken all that much and beer and whiskey are probably my very least favorite alcoholic beverages. But country music is tops. Its actually MUSIC not a whole bunch of boops and beeps and autotuned voices. Its actually singing and not muttering and slurring like a College Freshman her first weekend away from home (ahem KE$HA). Its REAL instruments being played. I know there are a lot of nay-sayers out there, saying its all twangy(partially true, but not in most cases) Sappy(usually true) or about hickish stuff(common misconception). But, country isn’t all about your dog, and your woman (or man) leaving you. It isn’t about your rusted pick-up truck. It is simply about life, and most importantly: love. Its not about being a Bible-thumper, its about being spiritual and seeing God everywhere. 90% of country songs make me tear up. No other music affects me like that. Yes, its nice to have music to drink to, music to laugh to, music to dance to, music to strip(?) to but at the end of the day I love music that reminds me of my family, my boyfriend, and my franns. Gotta love country.

Halfiversary

halfiversary-half.iv.er.sary.-hahf-uh-vur-suh-ree: The halfway point to an event that is celebrated annually. 

see also: half-birthday, unbirthday, six months.

I would like to take the time to wish a very merry halfiversary to my sweetheart, my snoogly bear, mi novio: Michael Gisler. You have been the most wonderful boyfriend a girl could ask for. Every moment we have spent together will be imprinted in my heart forever. I’m completely lucky, and completely in love with you. EVEN when you make me angry, and EVEN when you drag me through the snow. I have never been more comfortable around a guy that  didn’t share genetics with me. I just want to thank you for everything. Thank you for letting me hold your hand,  for  DENYING my first attempt at a kiss, for the quesadilla and Pepsi. Thank you for always walking me home when it is dark for buying me a replacement ring when I lost my wooden one, for being the first boy to get me flowers to commemorate spending a month together. Thank you for the hand made card, Cuddles, and hand-crafted wooden frame. Thank you for allowing me to tease you about being a Lions fan, while simultaneously initiating me into the fandom. Thank you for one of my most favorite of memories, for tolerating my less than perfect sense of direction. Thank you for watching that AWFUL Reese Witherspoon movie with me. Thank you for all the dinners. All the nights falling asleep together, for Baby-sitting me that one time, for walking on grand river and making fun of drunk people. Thank you for late night runs to 7-11. Back-rubs when I felt the wrath of being a woman. Thank you for looking me in the eyes, every day and telling me how beautiful I am, and how much you love me. Thank you for being you.

Here’s to 6 wonderful fantastic beautiful months together

and to the many more we may have.

I love you, snoogz.

Un dia perezoso

The dreary day is making my eyes heavy. It doesn’t help that Nickelodeon keeps advertising stuffed animals called “Happy Nappers”. Oh yes, today is the type of day where I would (ideally) open all the windows and flip on a fan, making it chilly enough indoors to wrap in a comforter. I’d nuzzle my head into the chest of my significant other, I’d ask nonsense questions until I could no longer formulate words and then I’d lose the battle with keeping my eyes open. All  I want to do is nap, but all I did today was eat an omelet.

The new lifetime original movie: Niles

Niles, the archetypal small town.  Everybody knows everybody else, which has its benefits and its hindrances. It has a mediocre football team, which doesn’t really matter because the stadium is packed every home game, and the cheerleaders and students still scream their lungs out with every down that is (or isn’t)  made. Niles was never a horrible place to live, but it isn’t my #1 choice place to bring up my future children. The Niles I knew from Pre-K to my senior year has changed. It still has that “small-town” charm, but it has gained dark qualities. In the 2 years since left Niles only to return during summer and a couple weeks in winter, the town has fallen down down down a large man hole. Every month or two something awful happens. And not just “Did you hear the mayor’s son knocked up Suzie Q?” but major crimes, and just really really unfortunate events. In my first year of college, a nice, community-oriented couple got murdered execution-style in their homes. A couple weeks later, a boy that was a friend to everyone, and a nephew of one of my mentors took his own life. This year a police officer, that was called arrogant by some and a role model by others, committed a terrible and shocking crime. And today I flip on the local news to hear something awful about a couple young men at the high school. What in the name of Sam Hill is happening to the town I once bragged about?

Time: the only thing that travels faster than light.

Recently, I’ve acquired a lot of free time. With not having to study, or read, or do homework, there is not much else to do than apply for jobs, run errands and stalk whomever comes up on my newsfeed. The older I get, the less drama I see. Actually, I tend to see much more happiness being spread throughout facebook. Which is a good thing, however, it is a bit overwhelming. Every other person in town is having a bambino (or going on their second), getting engaged, or posting pictures of their wedding. Its maddness. I guess its so crazy to me because I’m still in the “I’m just a kid” mindset. But actually that’s not the case. At all. I don’t think I’ll be subscribing to AARP anytime soon, but I have to come to terms with the fact that I’m in my twenties. twenties. An age where my boyfriend says “This is the time we will look back on and tell our children ‘When I was in my prime…’ This is our PRIME!” When people are in their twenties they are old enough to know what they want and go after it. When the generation before us stops telling us we’re making mistakes, because maybe they aren’t mistakes at all. Maybe its just life. And we gotta get shoved from the nest sometime. I thought I dealt with growing up when I graduated high school. But no. Somethings still shock and surprise me. Maybe there will always be a part of me that won’t grow up, or always perceive myself as a youngin’. I think that’s a pretty good way to be.

Exciting Night

What a better way to kick-off the summer than a cook-out with the cutest tots in the world and their mamas? Not to mention buying a book a couple hours prior, so I can officially start my summer reading off right. Now, I’m Looking forward to a fun night with the cousins and texting my snoogle bear. Not much to say, but I am very happy.