the blogosphere

I'm not going to lie and say i wasn't intimidated a little when i decided to get a blog, i was really pretty nervous. who was going to read my blog? and if people did would they think that my writing abilities were unfit to be a blogger? but i started one anyway dragging my best friends into making one too.
After that more and more people i knew got blogs. I love reading what they have to say, it gives me and insight into their mind. I not only love hearing what they have to say but also how they say it. each blog has a different feel. I can feel their personality coming out and i love it.

my baby

She's a 16 year old sorrel mare.
I remember the day I got her like it was yesterday, I was scared to death. She was about 12 times my weight and i don't think i was even tall enough to see over her back without standing on my tip toes. It was the beginning of the school year and I skipped the whole day. We went to get pizza to celebrate, but the whole time i remember wondering if she was okay. I wanted to know if she was freaking out. I gave her a bath on that first day and i remember her whinnying for me every time i left her sight and she would quiet down when i came back.
shes always been a sweet girl, she follows me everywhere i go, unless there is food insight, I do have to admit that food usually takes priority over me. shes my baby though. the only thing i have ever had full responsibility for.

but now school has gotten overwhelming, friends take up so much more time now that we have money and cars and to get that money i am working a lot.
i see less and less of her every year. I come occasionally and a cloud of guilt follows when i know i should be out there more. So my parents have come to the conclusion that its time to sell her. I have refused to help but it would be impossible for them to sell her alone, they know nothing about her or just horses in general. So i know its best for her but i don't know if i can do it. Sell my own horse, really? its been a life long dream of mine to own a horse and i feel like i had it in my hands and now I'm throwing it out. I'm losing my baby.

The Fabulous life of a teenager (part two)

My point of the glamorized view of teenagers by little girls was proven to me yesterday while babysitting. There were two little girls one was 9 and the other 5. They wanted to pretend, to play a game but to my almost amazement the game that they wanted to play was to be teenagers in high school.

We all had celebraty boyfriends (the Jonas Brothers) and we went to prom. We all had pocket books and tons of jewelry. Prom started at 4 o'clock in the evening and I wore a pink tu-tu and jeans. Our life consisted of dating boys and going to fancy dances and dinners. Fabulous.

In there little girl minds prom was great, there was no grinding, no substance abuse, and defiantly NO kissing. We were way too young for kisses on the lips. we don't do that until we're at least twenty. duh! We had no homework weeks. and parents weren't an issue. 11 o clock was late and a romantic date consisted of a waltz at the Pizza Palace.



to put it simply, I had to pretend to be a 17 year old.

friends

Last week i went on a mission trip with my youth group. This trip is notoriously the place to make new friends which is by far my favorite part. But in this you tend to not hang out with the friends that you hold the closest. You see them, vent to them, catch up but the majority of the time you are meeting new people in your work groups, small groups and just around during meals and such. This got me to thinking how much i truly love my friends. My real friends. My best friends.

These are the kind of friends who know you so well that you can't hide anything from them. These are the kinds of friends who you don't have to say a word to express how you're feeling, a hug would probably to it better anyway. You know that a hand will always be there for you to squeeze and an ear to listen. these are the friends who regularly see you in a tee-shirt and hair a mess and couldn't care less. These are the friends in which silence is never awkward, in some ways its almost comforting.

These are the friends that you know, you just know, that its going to be a life long friendship. These are the friends that know your flaws, oh so well, and still choose to call you a best friend back. These are the friends who even though you do nothing you still have fun.

these are my best friends.