Gypsy Journals: It's The Small Things....

I guess I need to pick up the slack.

I started blogging with big intentions of writing down my whole life and saying really cool stuff... so far, not happening.

YET!!!

One day I'll be the biggest, baddest blogger EVER....well, if anyone starts following me.
It's probably pretty funny to an outsider that I just write to a blog that no one follows, kind of like my real life, I guess. I talk a lot. You learn to tune me out, I suppose. Sometimes, I repeat myself 3 times until someone responds... whoops.
Unfortunately, nothing too serious has been going on.

I still have the BEST FRIENDS EVER, seriously.

This is us, Madison was about cowgirl'd out by the time the boys got there, but it was a good sesh.

On the bright side, I've had me some serious Santaquin time.

This is Chad. We took him to church, and he had a REALLY good day :)

And for that, I am more than thankful :)

We don't care how ugly we are....

we take pictures of it! :)

The best thing about my friends, is that they are CRAZY. Absolutely nuts. I don't even know how it happens, but when we are together, we are completely out of control. The worst part of it, is that we actually go in public. The best part, is that I love them, and we have fun. I consider myself extremely lucky to have such real friends in a place that can be so superficial and competitive.
I'm not saying they don't piss me off, I'm just saying it's always funny.

just an example..

For example, they both had upgrades on their phones. The cool thing now, is to get an iPhone. I don't have an upgrade, so I don't have

"It's all fun and games,
'till someone gets hurt." :)

an iPhone, of course.

^^^^^^
The same week they got their iPhones, ugly pictures started appearing of me, in meme-like formatting. And ended up all over Facebook.

Whatevs. I believe in Karma.

And on that note, they are crazy, but I love them.

I also have the world's greatest family. Only THAT is true. I am lucky enough to live SUPER close, and I get to go home ALL the time. There is nothing better than being home. At least after you've moved away from it. I used to disappear for days at a time. I couldn't stand being there, and my mom drove me nuts. She still grinds my gears, but I crave being there with her. I would not trade the last year I've had on my own for anything, I've learned too much about life to give that up. I've grown up a lot, too, but that doesn't change the fact that sometimes, I just want my mommy!! And my dad. That poor guy, every time I go home I just cling on to him and bawl my eyes out. There is something about home that just fills my heart with gratitude and love for the amazing people that raised me and made me who I am proud to be.

This is a make-shift family pic we snapped a few days before Grandpa's funeral...

and this is the last one before that...so there's that.

It's pretty crazy, how time just passes us right on by. I wish I wouldn't have taken for granted the time I had with my family, in our home. It's really hard to try to make up for lost time, and re-create the memories we missed out on because I was too selfish and stuck in my own ways. Funny, how we grow up and realize things we should have known all along.