The snow in Montana was three feet high
The lady at the counter said: There ain't no flights
And so he called her on the telephone
He said: I'll rent a car and I'll drive home
And she said: I'll wait for you
Like I did last year
At Christmas time with your family here
And your truck broke down out in San Antone
And the gifts stayed wrapped until you got home
Oh, this ain't nothin' new
Sweetheart, I'll wait for you
Now he's on his cell phone in a Coupe Deville
Talkin' to the one he loves and always will
His heart is breakin' 'cause she's there alone
Her heart is achin' 'cause she wants him home
She says: I'll wait for you like in '68
When our child was due, but I said, he'll have to wait
Until his dad gets here and stands by my side
Remember, Dear, our son's first cry
Oh, this ain't nothin' new
Sweetheart, I'll wait for you
He didn't stop all day to eat a bite
And he finally got there around midnight
The doctor said, she's in a better place
She said to give this you this note just in case
And it said, I'll wait for you at Heaven's gate
Oh, I don't care how long it takes
And I'll tell Saint Pete I can't come in
Without my love and my best friend
Oh, this ain't nothin' new
Sweetheart, I'll wait for you
P.S. I love you, too
Sweetheart, I'll wait for you
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Thursday, February 25, 2010
A Couple Songs Women Would Simply LOVE A Man To Sing Or Play For Her
-You Had Me From Hello
-She Don't Know She's Beautiful
-She's More
-She's Everything
-Your Everything
-Carrying Your Love With Me
-Fall Into Me
-Forever and Ever Amen
-History in The Making
-I'd Come For You
-I'll Be The One
-I'm Already There
-I'm Your Man
-I Can Love You Like That
-I Swear
-I Got It All When I Got You
-I Knew I Loved You
-I Need You
-I Start Back At One
-I Wanna Love Somebody Like You
-If You're Not The One
-It Takes Two
-You're The Love I Wanna Be In
-Just To Be Your Man
-Just To See You Smile
-Kiss You Good Morning
-Last Day Of My Life
-Little Moments Like That
-Living Our Love Song
-Lost In This Moment
-Love Story
-Love You Out Loud
-Making Memories of Us
-My Kind of Woman, My Kind of Man
-My Love Goes On and ON
-No Rush
-Stealing Cinderella
-Take Me There
-Tangled Up In Your Love
-Then
-When You Say Nothing At All
-Why Dont You and I
-The World
-You're My Better Half
-You Are
-You Can't Hide Beautiful
-You Look Good In My Shirt
So those are the songs[I] Would personally LOVE to have sung or played to me :P
-She Don't Know She's Beautiful
-She's More
-She's Everything
-Your Everything
-Carrying Your Love With Me
-Fall Into Me
-Forever and Ever Amen
-History in The Making
-I'd Come For You
-I'll Be The One
-I'm Already There
-I'm Your Man
-I Can Love You Like That
-I Swear
-I Got It All When I Got You
-I Knew I Loved You
-I Need You
-I Start Back At One
-I Wanna Love Somebody Like You
-If You're Not The One
-It Takes Two
-You're The Love I Wanna Be In
-Just To Be Your Man
-Just To See You Smile
-Kiss You Good Morning
-Last Day Of My Life
-Little Moments Like That
-Living Our Love Song
-Lost In This Moment
-Love Story
-Love You Out Loud
-Making Memories of Us
-My Kind of Woman, My Kind of Man
-My Love Goes On and ON
-No Rush
-Stealing Cinderella
-Take Me There
-Tangled Up In Your Love
-Then
-When You Say Nothing At All
-Why Dont You and I
-The World
-You're My Better Half
-You Are
-You Can't Hide Beautiful
-You Look Good In My Shirt
So those are the songs[I] Would personally LOVE to have sung or played to me :P
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
A Little Memory (2)
Valentines Day. You have a date planned with your boyfriend of 14 months. You two go to a nice dinner and laugh and cuddle, hold hands, kiss, and play. Then you steal a risky trip to the empty house. You play around there, have fun, then he takes you back to your grandparents, where you mother is due any minute. Risky, yes, you two knew that. He leaves, and you feel exuberant. The love of your life is now on his way home. He will text you when he arrives, to let you know he's safe. Five minutes later, your phone lights up. Yep, he's home safe. You go home shortly after. Goodnights are exchanged and you two go to sleep.
Next month, you miss your period. Oops. You call up a friend, asking her to get you a test. She does. You take it when it's been five weeks after Valentines day. Positive. Uh-oh. So you start feeling queasy throughout the days. His mother asks you if there is a possibility of being pregnant, and you say yes. So, your boyfriend gets mad, dumps you, then tells your mother. She's pissed. You feel alone. Soon, your whole family knows. Your grandparents hate the father. Your mother is disappointed in you, and not a day goes by without her yelling it at you.
So you ride your horse. It gets rid of stress. He's your only friend. The world has turned its back on you, and it doesn't welcome you anymore. But your horse understands your pain. You get morning sickness, you vomit almost everything you eat back up. Nothing sits well. Weird cravings hit. The father still scorns you. But he still talks, he threatens to take the kid once it's born. He says he doesn't believe you when you tell him you're still pregnant. The first appointment is in April, the father doesn't get to be there, he's at work, besides, on myspace, some chick that he's been talking to says she loves him. You're too hurt to care.
At the first appointment, you're 10 weeks pregnant. You hear your baby's heartbeat, see its first ultrasound, see your lil peanut. You go home. You text the father and confirm it with him, and he replies "I don't want a kid right now, and I especially don't want any with you." You're hurt once again, but you are already in love with your child, that heartbeat was what stole you away. You start researching. When the first kicks should be able to be felt and whatnot. Morning sickness still proceeds, worse even. No matter what, you vomit it back up. You get back with the father, and things begin to look up. You're able to go places with him more, you're allowed to be with him without anyone saying anything. You two are somewhat happy. You make plans to move out when you turn 18.
Second appointment, your man takes the day off to be there. He hears the heartbeat. Third appointment, he is there again. It looks as if he'll cry from the heartbeat. June 19, 2009, you go for the anatomy scan. They say the baby is perfect, if a lil ahead. The doctor looks, and it's a boy. You and the father brainstorm on names... Bradley Duane comes to life. Your son, your baby, your future. your dear, sweet Bradley.
July comes around, and something upsets the father, and you and him constantly fight, over text since he refuses to see you face to face, since he knows one look in your eyes, and he'll forget all anger. You can feel your son kick now. The bond is already so strong. And you lie on the ground, when you stop texting, and you are getting ready to go to a party at your boyfriends house. You feel your stomach and hold your hand there. You felt Bradley kick your hand. This means others will be able to feel him also. You get excited and text the dad telling him to hurry. But when he gets there, Bradley is asleep or just being a turd and won't move. So he doesn't get to feel him kick.
You and your boyfriend have fun, you don't really attend the party, you are lying in bed together. Happy to be with each other. Then you go home afterwards. The next day, the fighting starts again. He is sick of you not being 18, and having to live with your mother. He begins to threaten to take Bradley away again. You are hurt, but you fight the tears. Every night, you tell your son that you love him.
July 4, 2009, your mother asks if you want to go to the casino to go to the Pow-Wow and watch the fireworks for Independence Day or if you'd like to stay with your grandparents. You don't want to go. You want to stay and just sit down. You go to the bathroom, and when you stand up, you hear a loud splash. Dread racks your body. Looking down, you see the blood. You begin to shake uncontrollably, and you lose it. You grab your phone, struggling to dial the numbers. You walk out of the bathroom, to the living room, where a program is showing off a wondrous display of fireworks. It's simply gorgeous. You finally manage to hit those 10 digits. Your mother finally picks up, after what seems like an hour of waiting.
With a trembling voice you ask her, "Do I wait for you, or do I have grandma take me?" she asks what's wrong, why whats happened, take you where? You reply "To the hospital, I am bleeding profusely." She tells you to get your grandma. You go to her, and she takes you. You text your boyfriend, tell him you're going to the hospital. That relaxes you a little, even though you had just been fighting with him worse than ever thirty minutes before. As your grandmother looks for a parking place, Rascal Flatts song "Here Comes Goodbye" plays, and you despise that song at that moment. You are scared. Your boyfriend arrives a minute after you, but he acts as if he doesn't know you, maybe he's scared too.
You get submitted almost immediately, even with the wait they heard pregnant and bleeding and they let you go back. They place you in the labour and delivery room. You sit there, and they hook you up to a machine that monitors his heartbeat. Healthy. You are placed in a hospital gown, and blood is just running everywhere. You're tired of it. You lie down, and they have to put a towel and a blanket to catch it, so the blood doesn't stain the bed. You sit there, Bradley is having fun making the machine sounds jump and scratch by kicking you as hard as he can. His heart is still beating. The nurse comes in and re-adjusts it, since his heart faded. She finds it, and in a weak voice you ask if the beats per minute are normal. She smiles sweetly and says "Yes, honey, his heart is strong and healthy."
The ultrasound technician comes in and does the ultrasound. By this time, your mother, grandmother, and boyfriend are in the room. The man finishes his job and walks out, dragging his machine along. Thirty minutes go by. The nurse answers a phone call, it's the on-call doctor. She hands the phone to you, and you take it, trembling, and scared. She talks so sweet and kind though. She tells you it looks as if your cervix is opening, and if the baby comes, there's no way they're going to stop it. You hang up the phone, and your eyes are watering like those of a seal pup just exposed to the ocean. You fight as hard as possible, but they betray you and the tears fall. Your boyfriend rushes to your side, kneels down, and hides his face in your hand, and he cries. So you cry too.
The doctor arrives, and you are given two choices. You can choose to just go as you are, stay in the hospital and what happens, happens. Or, you can have a catheter placed in, and you can try to push the water sac back into your uterus and if it succeeds, have your cervix sewn to support the baby. You have to fight for your son, so you take the cath. As they insert it, you feel pain. You squeeze your boyfriends hand as tight as possible, trying to avert your attention. Finally it's done, but it still hurts like mad. You are left there. Your grandmother left to go home. Your mother leaves to handle your siblings. Your boyfriends mother and sister visits for a bit then leave. Your boyfriend stays, falls asleep sitting up by your bed holding your hand. He never leaves your side. He strokes your hair when you look at him. His eyes are pigmented blue at that moment, the colour they get when he's sad, or hurt, but they're not just any blue, they're a bright baby blue, he had been crying.
You go through the night, barely sleeping. Pain explodes all throughout your body. The next day, you get nauseas. Your mother stops for a visit, and you vomit. And as soon as you vomit, you cry hard. Because you know when you vomit, pressure moves downwards. You're placing pressure on your son and you know it. You vomit once more, and you finally get a little break from the vomiting. Five o' clock rolls around, and your aunt and uncle come to visit. Your uncle sits down, he's not into the whole birth and pregnancy thing. But he still came. That means a lot. Your aunt gently touches your boyfriends shoulder, then rubs your leg, asking you if you're all right.
You twist to the left, and you vomit, before you can answer, tears clinging to your face. But that's not the only thing that gets wet. You hear it, the nurse hears it, you cry harder. Your water just broke. The nurse gently asks your aunt and uncle to leave the room, and she checks. Your boyfriend grasps your hand tight. Later you find out your aunt and uncle feel terrible about being there when it happened. The doctor is called, and she states they're going to induce you into labour. An IV is inserted, and it hurts, but you have to have it. Your boyfriends mother, sister, father, your mother, your boyfriend, they're all there. 5:56 P.M, July 5, 2009, you give birth to your son, Bradley. 5:56 P.M., July 5, 2009, Bradley passed away.
You hold your son's body... then hand him to his daddy. His daddy holds him gently, then cries. You lose it even more, and you grab him and hold him as best as you can. At 10 P.M., you're allowed to leave the hospital. You leave, and you have a bag of memories. You go home, and you ignore everything. You go to bed. You wish you would just disappear. You wonder why this happened to you. Why... What did you do wrong?
The next few day's, you're beside yourself. You don't want to be alive. You're like a soul-less beast walking around with no purpose. No heart. Your boyfriend tries to cheer you up. But you push away. You want your son. You miss his kicks, you even miss the morning sickness. You want to rip your heart out. You aren't happy. You start feeling pain, from walking. You're sore from giving birth. Finally, you let your boyfriend come in. He cheers you up. One weekend, you even got to let him stay the night. Three nights, you two slept in each other's arms. Three amazing nights of just cuddling. You finally perk up. But still, you hurt.
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Bradley Duane Mcvay
May He Rest In Peace.
Since losing him, the father has left me, and is now seeing someone new. I am single still, but I'm going strong. I'm usually happy. I have my moments though.
Next month, you miss your period. Oops. You call up a friend, asking her to get you a test. She does. You take it when it's been five weeks after Valentines day. Positive. Uh-oh. So you start feeling queasy throughout the days. His mother asks you if there is a possibility of being pregnant, and you say yes. So, your boyfriend gets mad, dumps you, then tells your mother. She's pissed. You feel alone. Soon, your whole family knows. Your grandparents hate the father. Your mother is disappointed in you, and not a day goes by without her yelling it at you.
So you ride your horse. It gets rid of stress. He's your only friend. The world has turned its back on you, and it doesn't welcome you anymore. But your horse understands your pain. You get morning sickness, you vomit almost everything you eat back up. Nothing sits well. Weird cravings hit. The father still scorns you. But he still talks, he threatens to take the kid once it's born. He says he doesn't believe you when you tell him you're still pregnant. The first appointment is in April, the father doesn't get to be there, he's at work, besides, on myspace, some chick that he's been talking to says she loves him. You're too hurt to care.
At the first appointment, you're 10 weeks pregnant. You hear your baby's heartbeat, see its first ultrasound, see your lil peanut. You go home. You text the father and confirm it with him, and he replies "I don't want a kid right now, and I especially don't want any with you." You're hurt once again, but you are already in love with your child, that heartbeat was what stole you away. You start researching. When the first kicks should be able to be felt and whatnot. Morning sickness still proceeds, worse even. No matter what, you vomit it back up. You get back with the father, and things begin to look up. You're able to go places with him more, you're allowed to be with him without anyone saying anything. You two are somewhat happy. You make plans to move out when you turn 18.
Second appointment, your man takes the day off to be there. He hears the heartbeat. Third appointment, he is there again. It looks as if he'll cry from the heartbeat. June 19, 2009, you go for the anatomy scan. They say the baby is perfect, if a lil ahead. The doctor looks, and it's a boy. You and the father brainstorm on names... Bradley Duane comes to life. Your son, your baby, your future. your dear, sweet Bradley.
July comes around, and something upsets the father, and you and him constantly fight, over text since he refuses to see you face to face, since he knows one look in your eyes, and he'll forget all anger. You can feel your son kick now. The bond is already so strong. And you lie on the ground, when you stop texting, and you are getting ready to go to a party at your boyfriends house. You feel your stomach and hold your hand there. You felt Bradley kick your hand. This means others will be able to feel him also. You get excited and text the dad telling him to hurry. But when he gets there, Bradley is asleep or just being a turd and won't move. So he doesn't get to feel him kick.
You and your boyfriend have fun, you don't really attend the party, you are lying in bed together. Happy to be with each other. Then you go home afterwards. The next day, the fighting starts again. He is sick of you not being 18, and having to live with your mother. He begins to threaten to take Bradley away again. You are hurt, but you fight the tears. Every night, you tell your son that you love him.
July 4, 2009, your mother asks if you want to go to the casino to go to the Pow-Wow and watch the fireworks for Independence Day or if you'd like to stay with your grandparents. You don't want to go. You want to stay and just sit down. You go to the bathroom, and when you stand up, you hear a loud splash. Dread racks your body. Looking down, you see the blood. You begin to shake uncontrollably, and you lose it. You grab your phone, struggling to dial the numbers. You walk out of the bathroom, to the living room, where a program is showing off a wondrous display of fireworks. It's simply gorgeous. You finally manage to hit those 10 digits. Your mother finally picks up, after what seems like an hour of waiting.
With a trembling voice you ask her, "Do I wait for you, or do I have grandma take me?" she asks what's wrong, why whats happened, take you where? You reply "To the hospital, I am bleeding profusely." She tells you to get your grandma. You go to her, and she takes you. You text your boyfriend, tell him you're going to the hospital. That relaxes you a little, even though you had just been fighting with him worse than ever thirty minutes before. As your grandmother looks for a parking place, Rascal Flatts song "Here Comes Goodbye" plays, and you despise that song at that moment. You are scared. Your boyfriend arrives a minute after you, but he acts as if he doesn't know you, maybe he's scared too.
You get submitted almost immediately, even with the wait they heard pregnant and bleeding and they let you go back. They place you in the labour and delivery room. You sit there, and they hook you up to a machine that monitors his heartbeat. Healthy. You are placed in a hospital gown, and blood is just running everywhere. You're tired of it. You lie down, and they have to put a towel and a blanket to catch it, so the blood doesn't stain the bed. You sit there, Bradley is having fun making the machine sounds jump and scratch by kicking you as hard as he can. His heart is still beating. The nurse comes in and re-adjusts it, since his heart faded. She finds it, and in a weak voice you ask if the beats per minute are normal. She smiles sweetly and says "Yes, honey, his heart is strong and healthy."
The ultrasound technician comes in and does the ultrasound. By this time, your mother, grandmother, and boyfriend are in the room. The man finishes his job and walks out, dragging his machine along. Thirty minutes go by. The nurse answers a phone call, it's the on-call doctor. She hands the phone to you, and you take it, trembling, and scared. She talks so sweet and kind though. She tells you it looks as if your cervix is opening, and if the baby comes, there's no way they're going to stop it. You hang up the phone, and your eyes are watering like those of a seal pup just exposed to the ocean. You fight as hard as possible, but they betray you and the tears fall. Your boyfriend rushes to your side, kneels down, and hides his face in your hand, and he cries. So you cry too.
The doctor arrives, and you are given two choices. You can choose to just go as you are, stay in the hospital and what happens, happens. Or, you can have a catheter placed in, and you can try to push the water sac back into your uterus and if it succeeds, have your cervix sewn to support the baby. You have to fight for your son, so you take the cath. As they insert it, you feel pain. You squeeze your boyfriends hand as tight as possible, trying to avert your attention. Finally it's done, but it still hurts like mad. You are left there. Your grandmother left to go home. Your mother leaves to handle your siblings. Your boyfriends mother and sister visits for a bit then leave. Your boyfriend stays, falls asleep sitting up by your bed holding your hand. He never leaves your side. He strokes your hair when you look at him. His eyes are pigmented blue at that moment, the colour they get when he's sad, or hurt, but they're not just any blue, they're a bright baby blue, he had been crying.
You go through the night, barely sleeping. Pain explodes all throughout your body. The next day, you get nauseas. Your mother stops for a visit, and you vomit. And as soon as you vomit, you cry hard. Because you know when you vomit, pressure moves downwards. You're placing pressure on your son and you know it. You vomit once more, and you finally get a little break from the vomiting. Five o' clock rolls around, and your aunt and uncle come to visit. Your uncle sits down, he's not into the whole birth and pregnancy thing. But he still came. That means a lot. Your aunt gently touches your boyfriends shoulder, then rubs your leg, asking you if you're all right.
You twist to the left, and you vomit, before you can answer, tears clinging to your face. But that's not the only thing that gets wet. You hear it, the nurse hears it, you cry harder. Your water just broke. The nurse gently asks your aunt and uncle to leave the room, and she checks. Your boyfriend grasps your hand tight. Later you find out your aunt and uncle feel terrible about being there when it happened. The doctor is called, and she states they're going to induce you into labour. An IV is inserted, and it hurts, but you have to have it. Your boyfriends mother, sister, father, your mother, your boyfriend, they're all there. 5:56 P.M, July 5, 2009, you give birth to your son, Bradley. 5:56 P.M., July 5, 2009, Bradley passed away.
You hold your son's body... then hand him to his daddy. His daddy holds him gently, then cries. You lose it even more, and you grab him and hold him as best as you can. At 10 P.M., you're allowed to leave the hospital. You leave, and you have a bag of memories. You go home, and you ignore everything. You go to bed. You wish you would just disappear. You wonder why this happened to you. Why... What did you do wrong?
The next few day's, you're beside yourself. You don't want to be alive. You're like a soul-less beast walking around with no purpose. No heart. Your boyfriend tries to cheer you up. But you push away. You want your son. You miss his kicks, you even miss the morning sickness. You want to rip your heart out. You aren't happy. You start feeling pain, from walking. You're sore from giving birth. Finally, you let your boyfriend come in. He cheers you up. One weekend, you even got to let him stay the night. Three nights, you two slept in each other's arms. Three amazing nights of just cuddling. You finally perk up. But still, you hurt.
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Bradley Duane Mcvay
May He Rest In Peace.
Since losing him, the father has left me, and is now seeing someone new. I am single still, but I'm going strong. I'm usually happy. I have my moments though.
I Hate The Way I Love You
You've got me walkin' up on air
And I'm afraid of heights
You fill my days with thoughts of you
then rob my sleep at night
I see another side of me
When you come into view
I hate the way I love you
But I do
I hate the way I miss you
Everytime you're not around
And the way you've got me thinkin'
It's time to settle down
I've tried to fight the feeling
But this time there's no use
I hate the way I love you
But I do
I always used to pride myself
I never lost control
When I felt I was in too deep
I'd pack my heart and go
Now I fall all to pieces
At the thought of losing you
I hate the way I love you
But I do
I hate the way I miss you
Everytime you're not around
And the way you've got me thinkin'
It's time to settle down
I've tried to fight the feeling
But this time there's no use
I hate the way I love you
But I do
I've tried to fight the feeling
But this time there's no use
I hate the way I love you
But I do
Oh I hate the way I love you
But I do
-Sung by Joe Nichols
And I'm afraid of heights
You fill my days with thoughts of you
then rob my sleep at night
I see another side of me
When you come into view
I hate the way I love you
But I do
I hate the way I miss you
Everytime you're not around
And the way you've got me thinkin'
It's time to settle down
I've tried to fight the feeling
But this time there's no use
I hate the way I love you
But I do
I always used to pride myself
I never lost control
When I felt I was in too deep
I'd pack my heart and go
Now I fall all to pieces
At the thought of losing you
I hate the way I love you
But I do
I hate the way I miss you
Everytime you're not around
And the way you've got me thinkin'
It's time to settle down
I've tried to fight the feeling
But this time there's no use
I hate the way I love you
But I do
I've tried to fight the feeling
But this time there's no use
I hate the way I love you
But I do
Oh I hate the way I love you
But I do
-Sung by Joe Nichols
Spazzie is being picked on D=
my uncle shoved a burger king hamburger in my face! as did my sister... my sister punched my right upper arm and left a bruise... FOUR times! -.-' im being picked on
Random Quotes/Sayings That Touch Me
Don't say you love me unless you really mean it, because I might do something crazy like believe it.
What I need to live has been given to me by the earth. Why I need to live has been given to me by you.
If I know what love is, it is because of you.
Trouble is a part of your life, and if you don't share it, you don't give the person that loves you enough chance to love you enough.
If I could be any part of you, I'd be your tears. To be conceived in your heart, born in your eyes, live on your cheeks, and die on your lips
Meeting you was fate, becoming your friend was a choice, but falling in love with you was beyond my control.
You know you're in love when you don't wanna go to sleep at night because your life is better than a dream.
When you love someone, you love the whole person, just as he or she is, and not as you would like them to be
Last night I looked up and matched each star with a reason why I love you; I was doing great, until I ran out of stars.
For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.
You don't love a woman because she is beautiful, but she is beautiful because you love her.
What I need to live has been given to me by the earth. Why I need to live has been given to me by you.
If I know what love is, it is because of you.
Trouble is a part of your life, and if you don't share it, you don't give the person that loves you enough chance to love you enough.
If I could be any part of you, I'd be your tears. To be conceived in your heart, born in your eyes, live on your cheeks, and die on your lips
Meeting you was fate, becoming your friend was a choice, but falling in love with you was beyond my control.
You know you're in love when you don't wanna go to sleep at night because your life is better than a dream.
When you love someone, you love the whole person, just as he or she is, and not as you would like them to be
Last night I looked up and matched each star with a reason why I love you; I was doing great, until I ran out of stars.
For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.
You don't love a woman because she is beautiful, but she is beautiful because you love her.
So art is done... but my mind is swimming
I started listening to my iPod... the songs reeling, they go by and by, some with me singing along, some getting changed immediately, some I don't sing along with, but I listen...
As I listen, Carrie Underwood's "Just A Dream" comes on. and it makes me remember why I Swore off of military men. If I were to date one, and he got shipped off to war... and died... What would I do then? It made me remember, that as good as they are, I don't think I'd handle losing a lover that way.
Then more songs came on, more love songs, since that is what I'm really into, is my lil fairy tales. And I began to ache... long.. yearn for that love I'm missing... I wanna be able to say I'm in love... I wanna be able to say "yes that's my sweetheart..." I wanna say and hear "I love you.." I lost that August 1, 2009. Every girl's dream... to have a lover that loves her for her... her imperfections make her perfect for that special man in her life... The one who'll hold her when she cries, joke to make her laugh, knock some guy to the ground for being mean to her... And when she loses track of time and burns the cake for her man's birthday, he grabs her and tries to hide his laughter as the smoke detectors go off all over the house.
The man who will father their two kids... or more, if they're crazy like that. Who'll forgive small mistakes, like backing his truck into whatever, but forgets what it was because all he can remember is how her face was red and tears painted her eyes like watery blues and how she just covered her mouth... Or when she misreads the directions, and they get lost, but he holds her hand until they get it right... the one who'll make her soup when she's sick, read her a book, or tease her for taking so long in the bath or getting ready to go out.
The one who'll do anything for her... He'd learn that new dance to please her, buy her things when she least expects it, tickle her at random moments, maybe pinch her ass cheeks, playing of course. Or, coming home and he's exhausted, but he makes time and gives the rest of his energy to her, to make her happy. The one who'll offer to help with the kitchen or laundry or other chores around the house...
The one who'll make hard, slow, sweet love while making perfect eye contact, the one who'll take a bullet for her... you know the kind...
But as we all dream for that, we rarely get it. No longer do men like that exist. The ones that do are already taken, or don't find us good enough. Oh well.
As I listen, Carrie Underwood's "Just A Dream" comes on. and it makes me remember why I Swore off of military men. If I were to date one, and he got shipped off to war... and died... What would I do then? It made me remember, that as good as they are, I don't think I'd handle losing a lover that way.
Then more songs came on, more love songs, since that is what I'm really into, is my lil fairy tales. And I began to ache... long.. yearn for that love I'm missing... I wanna be able to say I'm in love... I wanna be able to say "yes that's my sweetheart..." I wanna say and hear "I love you.." I lost that August 1, 2009. Every girl's dream... to have a lover that loves her for her... her imperfections make her perfect for that special man in her life... The one who'll hold her when she cries, joke to make her laugh, knock some guy to the ground for being mean to her... And when she loses track of time and burns the cake for her man's birthday, he grabs her and tries to hide his laughter as the smoke detectors go off all over the house.
The man who will father their two kids... or more, if they're crazy like that. Who'll forgive small mistakes, like backing his truck into whatever, but forgets what it was because all he can remember is how her face was red and tears painted her eyes like watery blues and how she just covered her mouth... Or when she misreads the directions, and they get lost, but he holds her hand until they get it right... the one who'll make her soup when she's sick, read her a book, or tease her for taking so long in the bath or getting ready to go out.
The one who'll do anything for her... He'd learn that new dance to please her, buy her things when she least expects it, tickle her at random moments, maybe pinch her ass cheeks, playing of course. Or, coming home and he's exhausted, but he makes time and gives the rest of his energy to her, to make her happy. The one who'll offer to help with the kitchen or laundry or other chores around the house...
The one who'll make hard, slow, sweet love while making perfect eye contact, the one who'll take a bullet for her... you know the kind...
But as we all dream for that, we rarely get it. No longer do men like that exist. The ones that do are already taken, or don't find us good enough. Oh well.
Lil Foal #2
So, continue working, yes I do... Here is Work In Progress Number Two!
Clickee
Keep on going, going, going, to finish this drawing before the sun's rays kiss my skin.
Clickee
Keep on going, going, going, to finish this drawing before the sun's rays kiss my skin.
Monday, February 22, 2010
WIP 1 Lil Mouse Dun/Grulla Foal
WIP1
So, so far. Lines took me about 45 minutes to get right. I've never drawn this pose before, especially in a foal. D=
I chose a mouse dun/grulla colour, since I'm partial to those colours. Im also partial to black, buckskin, rose grey, dapple grey, steel grey, and blue roan. Beautiful colours, they are. ^-^ Problem is, with foals, they change colours as they grow up. =P
Sp one minute it can be black, but it'll be grey when its two. Pretty cool, huh?
So, so far. Lines took me about 45 minutes to get right. I've never drawn this pose before, especially in a foal. D=
I chose a mouse dun/grulla colour, since I'm partial to those colours. Im also partial to black, buckskin, rose grey, dapple grey, steel grey, and blue roan. Beautiful colours, they are. ^-^ Problem is, with foals, they change colours as they grow up. =P
Sp one minute it can be black, but it'll be grey when its two. Pretty cool, huh?
Uh-Oh, We May Be In Trouble Here
Okay, so maybe not WORLD trouble, like... End-of-the-world. But still trouble. What kind of trouble? Me. Oh yes. Spazzie is the trouble that is brewing in this land. I am feeling rather mischievous right now. So, to curve this trouble, I am currently opening my best friend, Photoshop. Off to paint! Off to paint! Hell Yes!
Here is what I am aiming for....:
A Horse.
Yep. Intriguing isn't it? Fascinated? No, don't be, my art is ugly. >=D
So no need to care. Go on about your own business........ Hell, maybe I'll post WIP's (Works in progresses). MAYBE. I don't know.
Here is what I am aiming for....:
A Horse.
Yep. Intriguing isn't it? Fascinated? No, don't be, my art is ugly. >=D
So no need to care. Go on about your own business........ Hell, maybe I'll post WIP's (Works in progresses). MAYBE. I don't know.
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Imagine That
Imagine...
You're in a new situation. Youre not feeling like your old self. You feel happy, no, wait, ecstatic, yes, you feel ecstatic. You look forward to seeing the bright sun hitting your window's glass surface, shining brightly, beaming off the window pane, and into your room. You no longer mope about. You have a spring in your step, a smile on your face, and you seem friendlier than ever before. Everything makes sense, but why?
Why is it that you suddenly enjoy life? Could it be a new diet? New exercise? New friends? No.
Only one word describes your sudden change... Love.
And when you feel it, you know it. Not... not that fake love that usually happens... but that true love...
Maybe he wasn't my TRUE love, but it was true love. I didn't love him, I was IN love with him. He was with me, too, for a time. The first time he kissed me, I felt love... I knew what I had wasn't any relationship from the past, it was a new experience for me.
My first love was when I was 16. I know, I was young, but that makes no difference. He himself was only 15 at the time that he and I became US. So it makes me wonder, were we ready for it? No. We weren't. We didn't last.
My mother disliked him, he was disrespectful. I didn't see it then, but I do now. He was my world then. I would've killed myself to save him if ever needed.
I knew it was love. Every time we made eye contact, I couldn't remain mad at him. Every time he kissed me, I had to hold him, otherwise, I would've floated away... Every time he touched me, I trembled... Every time he was around me, when not fighting, nothing bothered me.
I never thought of any other guy when I was with him, I refused to look at any other guy while I was with him. I devoted everything I had to him and only him. December 26, 2008, he proposed to me. He couldn't do it until I started picking on him. Then he popped the question. I didn't expect it. I cried, I really did. Two months later, the engagement was tossed. We lasted a year and a half. Within that time of dating, we had gone over 200,000 text messages, 50,000 minutes, 10,000 emails, and 50 letters. About 700,000 kisses, 1.2 million hugs, hand holds, and fooling around... We had fun. We wrestled, we tickled each other, we made each other laugh, he taught me how to drive... We did what every couple does... we had fun, we loved... but it didn't last. Unfortunately, first loves never die, you will always love them... No matter what. You can overwrite that memory, but its always there... always. It never leaves you. It will always be in your files. And it will pop up every now and then.
You're in a new situation. Youre not feeling like your old self. You feel happy, no, wait, ecstatic, yes, you feel ecstatic. You look forward to seeing the bright sun hitting your window's glass surface, shining brightly, beaming off the window pane, and into your room. You no longer mope about. You have a spring in your step, a smile on your face, and you seem friendlier than ever before. Everything makes sense, but why?
Why is it that you suddenly enjoy life? Could it be a new diet? New exercise? New friends? No.
Only one word describes your sudden change... Love.
And when you feel it, you know it. Not... not that fake love that usually happens... but that true love...
Maybe he wasn't my TRUE love, but it was true love. I didn't love him, I was IN love with him. He was with me, too, for a time. The first time he kissed me, I felt love... I knew what I had wasn't any relationship from the past, it was a new experience for me.
My first love was when I was 16. I know, I was young, but that makes no difference. He himself was only 15 at the time that he and I became US. So it makes me wonder, were we ready for it? No. We weren't. We didn't last.
My mother disliked him, he was disrespectful. I didn't see it then, but I do now. He was my world then. I would've killed myself to save him if ever needed.
I knew it was love. Every time we made eye contact, I couldn't remain mad at him. Every time he kissed me, I had to hold him, otherwise, I would've floated away... Every time he touched me, I trembled... Every time he was around me, when not fighting, nothing bothered me.
I never thought of any other guy when I was with him, I refused to look at any other guy while I was with him. I devoted everything I had to him and only him. December 26, 2008, he proposed to me. He couldn't do it until I started picking on him. Then he popped the question. I didn't expect it. I cried, I really did. Two months later, the engagement was tossed. We lasted a year and a half. Within that time of dating, we had gone over 200,000 text messages, 50,000 minutes, 10,000 emails, and 50 letters. About 700,000 kisses, 1.2 million hugs, hand holds, and fooling around... We had fun. We wrestled, we tickled each other, we made each other laugh, he taught me how to drive... We did what every couple does... we had fun, we loved... but it didn't last. Unfortunately, first loves never die, you will always love them... No matter what. You can overwrite that memory, but its always there... always. It never leaves you. It will always be in your files. And it will pop up every now and then.
Spazzie and her part time job?
Aye, you heard the correct. Spaz now has a semi-part-time job. Some person wanted a dragon (modern chinese) for a tattoo. He is having me draw it. He said he'd pay me $40. Will he come through? Who knows. But it's a start to having my art career go. Ahahaha.
Ah The Faithful Mind...
Or maybe not so faithful after all. So, one can see many things... Yet we only store a tiny bit of the information or details we gather every day. It's always the things that happen the most or the things that mean a lot to us. It's never the tiny things. Like in a conversation, we never notice the tiny hints one might give to another. Or when face to face, one may not notice that hurt look in the eye of the other person when they say something hurtful, intentional or not. We really do see and hear what we want. Those who have that amazing ability to NOT only do that but to actually listen and notice, then they are outstanding people. I will respect those that actually listen. I will not let someone sit there and not listen to me when I know I have important things to say or show. My mind is almost always overflowing with crap. Romance, feisty attitude, random quotes, songs, quotes, old conversations, flashes from my past, all in all, I am never resting. My memory, my mind, they are always going on and on and on and on and on. Sometimes I wish I could freeze everything, so I can step back and admire that of which is there in that one moment. But it flashes by so fast, that I am not sure if it was real or not. Any takers? Didn't think so.
A Little Memory (1)
The day was crisp, it was cool. You walk up to your front door, unlock it, and the family follows you in. You all eat dinner. It's two days before the vet is due to come euthanize your 33 year old horse. There is a slight darkness hanging around the household. This was the third year you've owned her. Prissy was her name, and it fit her well. She was stuck up. Dinner is done. You go to your room and turn on your game system and fire up a game to play before sleep takes over. While playing, you get this dreadful feeling. Something isn't right. You pause your game, stand up, and walk outside. Your newest horse, a gelding named Bob, is whinnying. You hear hard thumps. Something isn't going right in the corral. You run down and jump the six foot fence as if it wasn't there. You see Bob, he comes up to you to rub his head on your hand. Then you see a dark bulge, struggling on the ground.
You move towards it, already knowing it's your horse. As you approach, you see her kicking her legs. A heavy weight hits you hard. Your throat gets this lump, and you just know she fell. Being old and having arthritis that already bites at her joints, this fall could mean the end. You gently place your hand on her cheek. With heavy footfalls, yet amazing speed, you race back up to the house to alert your mother. She comes out. There is nothing you can do. You call the vet who says give it the night. If she isn't better the next day, he'll come out early. So you sleep, though not very well. The next day, you wake up, Bob is penned up away alone, so he does not hurt or disturb Prissy. You feed him, then walk over to the still struggling Prissy who has moved to a new location. The smaller corral is where she lies now. Her body is lathered in cold sweat. The vet is called out, and he arrives at 8 am. You stand there as he walks over and analyzes the situation, then sets up the fatal dose that will put her to rest.
A mockingbird sits on the corral's top post, watching silently. You kneel down, and you grab hold of your best friends head. You gently pet her, cooing to her how good she is. How much you love her. As the vet administers the fatal dose, you still hold her, you kiss her muzzle and her cheek. A tear falls, then another, until it seems as if you're going to cry a river. Her cheek becomes saturated from the tears that have escaped your eyes tight grasp. The vet stands up, and he places his hand on your shoulder and says "You did the right thing, she's no longer in pain." You know it was the right thing, but you still feel horrible. The mockingbird gives a lone cry, as if it is crying with you, and when you look at it, it chirps once more, then flies off. The vet leaves. You stay with your horses body.
You decide to remove the blanket you had covered her with before the people came who would haul her body away. It is illegal to bury your animals where you live, so you cannot, even though you want to. You close her eyes for her, those once full of life eyes that now held the sky's reflection in them, death... dull... never again will they tell you a story. You then sit with her. You still pet her warm body. The truck arrives, and Bob won't look towards Prissy's body or the truck, he has his rear end to the action. He too is hurt. They attach the chain to her hind legs and drag her to the truck. With a feeling of disgust, you turn away, you can't watch as they load her up. They thank you, offer their sincere apologies, and drive off. You stand there, staring at the ground, where her hoof prints from her kicking still lay. They were engraved there, at least until you wiped them away, but do you? No. You leave them. You walk off, and undo the make shift corral Bob was placed in. He walks to the spot where Prissy was and lies down, smelling the ground. You feel more tears stain your cheeks.
With a slight breeze, you smell Prissy. She has passed. You know she's in a better place now. She's not in pain. Her hoofprints are engraved in your heart.
With a soft smile, you look upwards and close your eyes, and you tell the sky, "Prissy, I shall listen for your hoofbeats in Heaven."
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Prissy was a 33 year old Quarab mare. Sorrel in colour. She was a rescue mare I had purchased at the auction for $180. She proved to be the best horse a girl could have. She was put down November 8, 2007 at 8:56 am. She will forever be in my heart.
You move towards it, already knowing it's your horse. As you approach, you see her kicking her legs. A heavy weight hits you hard. Your throat gets this lump, and you just know she fell. Being old and having arthritis that already bites at her joints, this fall could mean the end. You gently place your hand on her cheek. With heavy footfalls, yet amazing speed, you race back up to the house to alert your mother. She comes out. There is nothing you can do. You call the vet who says give it the night. If she isn't better the next day, he'll come out early. So you sleep, though not very well. The next day, you wake up, Bob is penned up away alone, so he does not hurt or disturb Prissy. You feed him, then walk over to the still struggling Prissy who has moved to a new location. The smaller corral is where she lies now. Her body is lathered in cold sweat. The vet is called out, and he arrives at 8 am. You stand there as he walks over and analyzes the situation, then sets up the fatal dose that will put her to rest.
A mockingbird sits on the corral's top post, watching silently. You kneel down, and you grab hold of your best friends head. You gently pet her, cooing to her how good she is. How much you love her. As the vet administers the fatal dose, you still hold her, you kiss her muzzle and her cheek. A tear falls, then another, until it seems as if you're going to cry a river. Her cheek becomes saturated from the tears that have escaped your eyes tight grasp. The vet stands up, and he places his hand on your shoulder and says "You did the right thing, she's no longer in pain." You know it was the right thing, but you still feel horrible. The mockingbird gives a lone cry, as if it is crying with you, and when you look at it, it chirps once more, then flies off. The vet leaves. You stay with your horses body.
You decide to remove the blanket you had covered her with before the people came who would haul her body away. It is illegal to bury your animals where you live, so you cannot, even though you want to. You close her eyes for her, those once full of life eyes that now held the sky's reflection in them, death... dull... never again will they tell you a story. You then sit with her. You still pet her warm body. The truck arrives, and Bob won't look towards Prissy's body or the truck, he has his rear end to the action. He too is hurt. They attach the chain to her hind legs and drag her to the truck. With a feeling of disgust, you turn away, you can't watch as they load her up. They thank you, offer their sincere apologies, and drive off. You stand there, staring at the ground, where her hoof prints from her kicking still lay. They were engraved there, at least until you wiped them away, but do you? No. You leave them. You walk off, and undo the make shift corral Bob was placed in. He walks to the spot where Prissy was and lies down, smelling the ground. You feel more tears stain your cheeks.
With a slight breeze, you smell Prissy. She has passed. You know she's in a better place now. She's not in pain. Her hoofprints are engraved in your heart.
With a soft smile, you look upwards and close your eyes, and you tell the sky, "Prissy, I shall listen for your hoofbeats in Heaven."
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Prissy was a 33 year old Quarab mare. Sorrel in colour. She was a rescue mare I had purchased at the auction for $180. She proved to be the best horse a girl could have. She was put down November 8, 2007 at 8:56 am. She will forever be in my heart.
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Everyone Has Different Tastes...
Spaz is no different. Here is a list of what Spaz likes/enjoys.
ANIMALS:
-Orcas
-Horses
-Snakes
-Spiders (yeah yeah, it's an arachnid, but it'll go under animals.)
-Dogs
-Cats
-Wolves
-Goats
-Sea Lions
-Birds
SONGS:
-Why Don't We Just Dance (Josh Turner)
-Innocence (Sarah Buxton)
-Mr. Policeman (Brad Paisley)
-Burn It To The Ground (Nickelback)
-Welcome To The Jungle (Guns N Roses)
-When You Say Nothing At All (Alison Kraus)
-Whiskey Lullabye (Brad Paisley/Dolly Parton)
-American Saturday Night (Brad Paisley)
-It's America (Rodeny Atkins)
-Sweet Thing (Keith Urban)
-Let's Make Love (Tim Mcgraw/Faith Hill)
-Like We Never Loved At All (Faith Hill/Tim Mcgraw)
-You Had Me At Hello (George Strait)
-Don't Make Me (Blake Shelton)
-She Wouldn't Be Gone (Blake Shelton)
-She's Everything (Brad Paisley)
-Your Everything (Keith Urban)
-Make My Brown Eyes Blue (I Don't Know the Artist)
-If You're Gonna Play In Texas (?)
-You've Got Five Minutes (?)
-White Liar (Miranda Lambert)
-Nobody Knows It(but me) (?)
-Sideways (Dierks Bentley)
-I Don't Love You Anymore (?)
-Little Too Late (Toby Keith)
-Courtesy of The Red, White, and Blue (Toby Keith)
-Good Time (Alan Jackson)
-Not Just The Beer Talking (Jason Aldean)
-You're the Love I Want To Be In (Jason Aldean)
-The Truth (Jason Aldean)
-Hick Town (Jason Aldean)
-Do You Wish It Was Me (Jason Aldean)
-Asphalt Cowboy (Jason Aldean)
-Even If I Wanted To (Jason Aldean)
-I Like It I Love It (Tim Mcgraw)
-Letter To Me (Brad Paisley)
-Party For Two (Shania Twain/Billy Currington)
-Must Be Doing Something Right (Billy Currington)
-Kerosene (Miranda Lambert)
-Consider Me Gone (Reba Mcentire)
-Any Man Of Mine (Shania Twain)
-Somebody To Love (Queen)
-I Need You (Tim Mcgraw/Faith Hill)
-Need You Now (Lady Antebellum)
-You're My Best Friend (Tim Mcgraw)
-Don't Take The Girl (Tim Mcgraw)
-Just To See You Smile (Tim Mcgraw)
-Love Story (Taylor Swift)
-You Belong With Me (Taylor Swift)
-Picture To Burn (Taylor Swift)
BOOKS:
-Eragon
-Eldest
-Brisingr
-Sorcerers Stone
-Chamber of Secrets
-Prisoner of Azkaban
-Goblet of Fire
-Order of the Phoenix
-Half-Blood Prince
-Deathly Hallows
-Bag of Bones
-The Mist
-Code Talker
MOVIES:
-New in Town
-Management
-Along Came Polly
-Dragon Hunters
-Monsters Vs. Aliens
-Half-Blood Prince
-Saving Private Ryan
-Avatar
-Cash
-Ghost rider
-Blades of Glory
-Talledega Nights
-Lion King
-Cinderella
-Snow White
-Shrek
-Sleeping Beauty
-Enchanted
-Night at The Museum
I think that's going to be it for now. I'll probably add more later.
ANIMALS:
-Orcas
-Horses
-Snakes
-Spiders (yeah yeah, it's an arachnid, but it'll go under animals.)
-Dogs
-Cats
-Wolves
-Goats
-Sea Lions
-Birds
SONGS:
-Why Don't We Just Dance (Josh Turner)
-Innocence (Sarah Buxton)
-Mr. Policeman (Brad Paisley)
-Burn It To The Ground (Nickelback)
-Welcome To The Jungle (Guns N Roses)
-When You Say Nothing At All (Alison Kraus)
-Whiskey Lullabye (Brad Paisley/Dolly Parton)
-American Saturday Night (Brad Paisley)
-It's America (Rodeny Atkins)
-Sweet Thing (Keith Urban)
-Let's Make Love (Tim Mcgraw/Faith Hill)
-Like We Never Loved At All (Faith Hill/Tim Mcgraw)
-You Had Me At Hello (George Strait)
-Don't Make Me (Blake Shelton)
-She Wouldn't Be Gone (Blake Shelton)
-She's Everything (Brad Paisley)
-Your Everything (Keith Urban)
-Make My Brown Eyes Blue (I Don't Know the Artist)
-If You're Gonna Play In Texas (?)
-You've Got Five Minutes (?)
-White Liar (Miranda Lambert)
-Nobody Knows It(but me) (?)
-Sideways (Dierks Bentley)
-I Don't Love You Anymore (?)
-Little Too Late (Toby Keith)
-Courtesy of The Red, White, and Blue (Toby Keith)
-Good Time (Alan Jackson)
-Not Just The Beer Talking (Jason Aldean)
-You're the Love I Want To Be In (Jason Aldean)
-The Truth (Jason Aldean)
-Hick Town (Jason Aldean)
-Do You Wish It Was Me (Jason Aldean)
-Asphalt Cowboy (Jason Aldean)
-Even If I Wanted To (Jason Aldean)
-I Like It I Love It (Tim Mcgraw)
-Letter To Me (Brad Paisley)
-Party For Two (Shania Twain/Billy Currington)
-Must Be Doing Something Right (Billy Currington)
-Kerosene (Miranda Lambert)
-Consider Me Gone (Reba Mcentire)
-Any Man Of Mine (Shania Twain)
-Somebody To Love (Queen)
-I Need You (Tim Mcgraw/Faith Hill)
-Need You Now (Lady Antebellum)
-You're My Best Friend (Tim Mcgraw)
-Don't Take The Girl (Tim Mcgraw)
-Just To See You Smile (Tim Mcgraw)
-Love Story (Taylor Swift)
-You Belong With Me (Taylor Swift)
-Picture To Burn (Taylor Swift)
BOOKS:
-Eragon
-Eldest
-Brisingr
-Sorcerers Stone
-Chamber of Secrets
-Prisoner of Azkaban
-Goblet of Fire
-Order of the Phoenix
-Half-Blood Prince
-Deathly Hallows
-Bag of Bones
-The Mist
-Code Talker
MOVIES:
-New in Town
-Management
-Along Came Polly
-Dragon Hunters
-Monsters Vs. Aliens
-Half-Blood Prince
-Saving Private Ryan
-Avatar
-Cash
-Ghost rider
-Blades of Glory
-Talledega Nights
-Lion King
-Cinderella
-Snow White
-Shrek
-Sleeping Beauty
-Enchanted
-Night at The Museum
I think that's going to be it for now. I'll probably add more later.
Spaz has a Family Too, You Know!
Lol, interesting title. So, yes, I have a family too.
I am the oldest child out of four. I am 18 years young. then my younger sister, brother, and sister. The house is composed of me, my mama, my brother, and my baby sister, who is only two. My other sister is living with the grandparents because she's a jerk.
But that isn't my only family.
I have many others who live with me.
Lakota Sioux, my young 5 year old black quarter horse mare.
Bob, my 12 year old chestnut quarter horse gelding
SC, one of the rescues that is a border collie mix female.
Lily, another resuce puppy, she is border collie/labrador mix female
Tinkerbell, my 5 year old chihuahua female
Noni, my 5 month old long hair chocolate chihuahua female
Sparky's Battle Tank, my 7 month old purebred UKC registered Pit Bull male
Triple B Midnite Shadow, my 6 year old black purebred labrador male
Miss Kitty, my purebred 2 year old Ragdoll cat
Phantom, my half ragdoll female calico
Gadget, my 3 month old red ear slider female
Mittens, my 8 yr old mutt cat male
Samson, my 2 year old tabby male
and my fish. I have a lot of fish. ^-^
I am the oldest child out of four. I am 18 years young. then my younger sister, brother, and sister. The house is composed of me, my mama, my brother, and my baby sister, who is only two. My other sister is living with the grandparents because she's a jerk.
But that isn't my only family.
I have many others who live with me.
Lakota Sioux, my young 5 year old black quarter horse mare.
Bob, my 12 year old chestnut quarter horse gelding
SC, one of the rescues that is a border collie mix female.
Lily, another resuce puppy, she is border collie/labrador mix female
Tinkerbell, my 5 year old chihuahua female
Noni, my 5 month old long hair chocolate chihuahua female
Sparky's Battle Tank, my 7 month old purebred UKC registered Pit Bull male
Triple B Midnite Shadow, my 6 year old black purebred labrador male
Miss Kitty, my purebred 2 year old Ragdoll cat
Phantom, my half ragdoll female calico
Gadget, my 3 month old red ear slider female
Mittens, my 8 yr old mutt cat male
Samson, my 2 year old tabby male
and my fish. I have a lot of fish. ^-^
Get to Know Spaz
Well, first off, one thing you need, need, NEED to know is, Spazz is not afraid to hide her emotions. Usually, Spaz is a friendly, outgoing, young, frisky, wild, loving, loud, outspoken, fiery tempered, hot headed, stubborn girl. there are times when she is not herself, and tends to speak in third person... O_O
Okay, so I am a bit... weird. Off, if you will. As you'll see, I tend to change it from Spaz to Spazz to Spazzie, often. I am quite creative, seeing as I am an artist. Digital art, Traditional art... I tend to do digital art more now though. Photoshop Elements is my best friend. So. What else is there to know?
I am a hopeless romantic. I enjoy love stories. I have many hobbies, but mostly it is drawing, horseback riding, writing, and reading. Music is love, music is good. I love country, that is my rock... don't get me wrong. I also listen to Nickelback and some classic rock and stuff.
Listen here, I am highly protective. Those who meet me usually always get the same line... "I make a good friend, but I make an even better enemy." And that is true. Mess with someone that I consider a friend or family member, I WILL rip your throat out with my teeth.
I'm young, but I've been through a lot. Most people probably won't understand the pain that is hidden behind my smile. Since having certain events happen to me... I've now come to put others first always. I exhaust myself to please them. I make sure they're happy before I am. I do not want to see any person that I care for to be in trouble or pain. I would take all pain they had to help them if I could.
I am still in school. High School. Independent Study. I graduate June 2,2010. Then off to college for me.
Once I get out of high school, the college courses I must take are:
-Psychology
-Zoology
-Marine Biology
-Oceanography
-Exotic Animal Behaviour
-Exotic Animal Veterinary Sciences
All are to get one job. That is my dream job that I've had since I was three years old. I really want to get employed at Sea world San Diego to train the Killer whales.
After I get that job, About a year after, I want to go back to school. I will then decide whether to study:
-Tattoo Artistry
-Video Game Programming
-3D Animation
-Prop Modeling
-Creature Creation
So, first are my sciences and then my art.
Okay, so I am a bit... weird. Off, if you will. As you'll see, I tend to change it from Spaz to Spazz to Spazzie, often. I am quite creative, seeing as I am an artist. Digital art, Traditional art... I tend to do digital art more now though. Photoshop Elements is my best friend. So. What else is there to know?
I am a hopeless romantic. I enjoy love stories. I have many hobbies, but mostly it is drawing, horseback riding, writing, and reading. Music is love, music is good. I love country, that is my rock... don't get me wrong. I also listen to Nickelback and some classic rock and stuff.
Listen here, I am highly protective. Those who meet me usually always get the same line... "I make a good friend, but I make an even better enemy." And that is true. Mess with someone that I consider a friend or family member, I WILL rip your throat out with my teeth.
I'm young, but I've been through a lot. Most people probably won't understand the pain that is hidden behind my smile. Since having certain events happen to me... I've now come to put others first always. I exhaust myself to please them. I make sure they're happy before I am. I do not want to see any person that I care for to be in trouble or pain. I would take all pain they had to help them if I could.
I am still in school. High School. Independent Study. I graduate June 2,2010. Then off to college for me.
Once I get out of high school, the college courses I must take are:
-Psychology
-Zoology
-Marine Biology
-Oceanography
-Exotic Animal Behaviour
-Exotic Animal Veterinary Sciences
All are to get one job. That is my dream job that I've had since I was three years old. I really want to get employed at Sea world San Diego to train the Killer whales.
After I get that job, About a year after, I want to go back to school. I will then decide whether to study:
-Tattoo Artistry
-Video Game Programming
-3D Animation
-Prop Modeling
-Creature Creation
So, first are my sciences and then my art.
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