Congraduations!!

So to all of those seniors out there who graduated this weekend (or any weekend), congratulations! You are now freshmen. The bottom rung (again). The noobs, fish, and lost college attendees. Some advice for the road ahead...
1. No matter what your parents say, college is not for everyone. I'm not saying you shouldn't try it out, I it's tons of fun and there really is something you would be good at, it may just take a while.
2. It is okay to switch your major. If you don't know what you would be perfect for career-wise you can try a few things out. Tell your advisor in advance you need to explore your options.
3. The dorms can be your favorite place or your worst nightmare. Don't live with your best friend, or really any friend you grew up with. What I mean to say is branch out! Meet new people, and save your friendship. Some BFFs can make it living together but should you risk it? Many adults talk about the life-long friendships they have developed with their roommate from college. Honestly it didn't work that way for me. My best friend did introduce me to most of my life-long friends and that isn't a bad thing. But I did make a lot of really good friends in the dorms.
4. Talk to the upper class-men and alumnus. They will know the ins and outs of the university and will be very happy to help you. Asks about professors, dorms, food places, deals, fun joints and awesome activities. It takes a while to figure it out on your own.
5. Show some school spirit! You don't have to watch every game, or even every sport. Just choose a few to attend and do it right! Take friends, show up in groups and yell loud! It is worth every second.
6. Finally! This is the last one. Dedicate yourself. Do your work, go to class, STUDY!! It is hard. It is tedious. It is long. But mostly it is WORTH IT!! The  better you do the sooner you're done.
College is supposed to be the happiest time of your life. Outcasts fit in, and the popular kid has to start all over. It's the ultimate reincarnation (without the death).
Best of luck and may God guide you to the results that fit you best.
XOXO

For my Re (who may never see this)

You graduated. I'm happy for you, I really am. These tears are tears of joy and pride. You are the stronger sibling. You are the lucky one. I hope your success is immense and your ecstasy abundant. I love you.
I've always been jealous of your confidence, your beauty and your talent. You have such amazing drive and determination. You have a beautiful personality and the sweetest heart. I know we've wandered from the Church life a little bit but I feel that our religion is firm, strong and comfortable. I know you've learned many many amazing things in sunday school and church. Now I want you to grow that knowledge and blow them all away at school!!!!
Re, you are one of my best friends. I trust you, love you and support you fully. (So when I'm poor help me out ;] ). I envy the ease with which you found your calling and I can't wait to see you pull it off.
Congratulations and good luck baby sister!
Love,
~B~

Mr. Wesley...

How did I forget to mention that Mr. Wesley has disappeared?!! His house is up for sale and I haven't seen him in months. I am ashamed of my thoughtlessness. I hope he is doing well, whether it be here or in heaven...

Guilty Posting

Wow! It has been a long time...This is why I don't dare start a craft blog. That and I never finish any of the crafts I start. Maybe that'll be my new project: Finish a previous project!

It rained quite a bit here in San Angelo. I would tell you how much buy my rain gauge is broken (which I discovered after the rainfall). Good news is my beautiful Kujoe is not muddy and tromping all over my backyard. He is visiting my parents. Whew. He is actually there to get his rabies shot, but he's really just chewing up all of my dad's stuff...teehee...

I know my post is borderline rambling and completely random but, my baby sister is GRADUATING!!!! Ach, faint, cry and laugh excitedly. I just can't believe it...I really will cry if I think about it too much. I'm not quite sure what my parents will do with their empty nest...I'll just have to visit frequently. Probably need to drag my reluctant boyfriend along too. That's unfair, he isn't reluctant to see them, just reluctant to be stuck in a car with me for an hour and a half. I would be scared too.

Two weeks from now I get to see a large portion of my mother's side of the family...(for Re's graduation)...and I'm excited. AUNTIE KIM is coming!!! Sorry, needed to get that out.

Oh and Kayli is moving out. Really big crying fest will occur when she leaves. Not quite sure how we'll cope without her but it'll be an adventure.

Spot Remover from Pinterest

Living with two dogs that go in and out of our house makes for a lot of cleaning in my home. There is also the problem of puppy piddles...or accidents. So when I saw this "awesome" stain remover on Pinterest, I had to try it out.

I decided to try it out on my tan carpet in my bedroom.

BEFORE:

Not pretty. It was from a puppy piddle and the name brand spot remover hadn't worked...

AFTER:

The after pic shows beautiful, clean carpet!!! YAY!!!

One addendum to their instructions. They gave the recipe for working on clothing. If you use it on carpet I recommend putting it in a spray bottle and following the 2:1 instructions (2 parts hydrogen peroxide:1 part original dawn soap) and then doubling it with water. This makes the solution spray more easily as well as keeping your carpet from getting too sudsy. After I daubed the stain with the solution on it I sprayed it with straight water and soaked up the residue. Voila!!

Living With Friends

I am currently living with my best friend. We have been around each other since kindergarten and know all of each others quirks and peeves. But...

I hate that she leaves dishes in the sink, junk on the living room table (and floor), doesn't clean anything...ever...and mostly; that she doesn't realize our house sometimes smells due to her funky house lifestyle.

Buuuut...

I love that she knows, understands and loves me for me. I love that she puts up with my moods and epiphanies and that our dogs get along.

So I guess it's all working out. Maybe I just needed to vent.

Night TERRORS!

I just woke up from the worst nightmare ever! Apparently I need a dream dictionary...

In my dream I had two brothers, an uncle and my boyfriend. Problem is, my beau was the only familiar face!! My blonde brother tried to kill me. That's how it started. He grabbed a gun (I don't know how or why he had one) and started shooting at me so I threw a book, a big one, at his head. As this was happening I was opening the drawer in the end table, because that's where everyone keeps guns right? Oh, did I mention it wasn't my house, I mean it was in the dream but I didn't know where anything was! So, back to the gun...

He tried to shoot me! Book flies and I grab a gun outta the end table, and shoot back. Which was bad enough, but then my "uncle" decides that the blonde dude is the sane one and drags him into another room and shuts the door. That's when my significant discovers my brunette brother was hit and is dead: he didn't last long.

So for a minute it's all pretty calm.

Until my blondie brother is carried out like a sacrifice by my bawling uncle. Apparently I hit him and he died. Oh darn, right? Wrong! He sits up and grabs the gun...and shoots my uncle, the only one who liked/helped him, point blank. So I'm freaking out cause he was dead (no he's not a zombie, I'm not that twisted) and now he's alive again. I try the whole run/call 911 thing. The phone is busy!! Not even possible. Immediately I panic. Heart rate picks up (in real life too) and I start screaming (only whimpers in real life). So blondie shoots at me again, and I realize that it's either him or me. I steady myself and shoot him. In the forehead. Right between the eyes. Ew.

Being a smart person I decide to tie the guy up. This is where my random placement of my boyfriend comes in handy, he helps out. Still calling 911, tying up a DEAD guy, and crying: that's me. I finally get through and tell the dispatch what has happened. He says they've been backed up by a bunch of drug shootings...only in my dream right? And that a cop will be there shortly.

So it's calm again. I watch the cop get off the bus, yes the bus, and head into my building/house.

When I go to tell my man the great news, the body is gone. Seriously?!! Then the door behind me slams and I realize blondie is gonna kill the cop. I freak out, run after him with no weapon and try to push him out the window. It almost works but my significant doesn't want me to be a murderer so he saves him...idiot. Luckily I woke up.

I could use a shrink and some interpretation...

The Girl With No Tongue

So I’ve always thought about writing a book. I’ve had ideas that I started with and then lost interest in or forgot about. I’ve even had the odd person or two look at my work and say, “Nah, I think it’s kind of boring…” or even “Nobody reads stuff like that.” It’s all bogus, I know, but it still sucks to be told that you lack originality or a vocabulary. So I had a dream the other night about being silenced by criticism, which basically entailed me walking around with no tongue. Not being able to speak, which I am sure many of my friends would find appealing, and having to improvise my communication techniques. It was slightly terrifying.

While I was working on my Chem homework I decided that this was kind of an interesting idea. I might just take all of my ideas and compile them into a short story novella titled, The Girl With No Tongue, and put her trials through everyday life as the filler…I don’t know, it’s just a thought. I also considered doing a blog book sort of thing but I don’t really want to share my stories without some kind of guarantee that my work won’t be ‘borrowed’ *cough*. Although I may post bits and pieces and hope for some feedback…

It was always a dream of mine to not have to work for a living, to just be able to write and enjoy my day and job with a passion. We’ll see I guess.

Homecoming Lessons

So tonight was my hometown's homecoming football game. My little sister was nominated for Queen along with two of her good friends. I got to thinking about how our town's heirarchy works inside the school. For the past couple of years the nominees have all been related to many of the voters. This year was different. My family has no relatives in our town. Nominee number 2 also has no relatives among the voters; neither did Nominee number 3...Thus making the vote just and accurately based upon the number of friends among the football guys (who make up the voting population). My sister did not win. Nominee number 3 did. And she was very gracious and kind. There couldn't have been a bad outcome for this year's Queen. All three young ladies were very deserving and acted with the utmost dignity.

My grandmother made it out to the field for the game. She doesn't normally like to sit in the heat, especially for more than an hour, but since our football games are six-man, they tend to end early. I enjoyed her company greatly and was honored to inherit her father's ring. I was named after my great grandaddy, Souvil Britton, and found it amazing that he made the ring himself while working for a steel company in California.

I think that this night has shown me that my family is wonderful, close, and extremely supportive. I'm not saying my family is better than anybody elses...but if the tiara fits.

Oh and we won the game 58-8...