A Little Taste of Painting

Happy Halloween! I hope you had a wonderful day. I had a great night with friends. I'll post a picture tomorrow! Well today is Wednesday and it is the first Wednesday of many where I am going to post a photo, either a photo I took or a picture of my art work and share it with you! Enjoy

I took this picture and also painted the flower. They are plain canvas shoes. The flower is a Picasso Calla Lily. It was for one of my friends wedding shoes. I'll tell you how I did it. I primed the flower shape in white and then painted over that. I used a blend of two purples and white to create the color blend. I would really like to make some of my own but with sunflowers instead. I think they are really cool. This gives you an idea of how I paint a little bit. Keep looking forward to seeing my art!

Be creative, be yourself.

Don't be a Potato

Today is Tuesday. I hope you all liked my idea's I had yesterday! So tomorrow I will post a photo either of my artwork or just a regular picture. So get excited about that! I'm excited! Tomorrow is Halloween!!! Is anyone dressing up? I am! I'll tell you tomorrow what I'm gonna be, maybe I'll even post a photo! If you would like to share what you are doing for your Halloween leave a comment tomorrow, or send me a picture! The most creative costume will get posted on my blog on Thursday! Lets do this! Be creative.

I'm a very lazy person I realized today. Actually I have known this forever so its really no surprise. I wish I had the motivation to study for my upcoming tests, and I wish I had the motivation to actually go to class. I just love sleep so much! And don't think I'm some lazy couch potato, cause I'm not! I am no potato, I am a wonderful lazy person that just likes to sit and eat. Only some of the time do I sit on the couch and eat a potato. But I am no potato. People who are potatoes are lame, they do nothing, they have no life, no personality. And I have a life and a personality, I just enjoy relaxing and doing nothing! But does that make me a potato no it doesn't! And if you are like me, don't believe it when people say you are a potato because you are so much more! But if you aren't like me and you are really a potato, get out of house. Get up off your couch and stop being a potato! Be that man or woman you were destined to be, don't let a potato get in your way.

Potatoes are not fun, so be a Person not a Potato.

Expression of Colors

Monday, the day everyone has the blues. Picture week has come to an end. But I think I will do it again sometime soon! I have decided to keep the trend that I am on and do a week of some kind, you know where I had a theme and then the other week just normal. So every other week will have a theme! I hope you like that idea. I also thought that every other Wednesday I will post a photo or a piece of my art work and talk about it! Just as a mid-week pic me up! That's all for the announcements today!

Expression. How does one express them self? Through emotion and facial expressions for sure, but what about when you really see the person, when they you truly see all their colors. Most often this is done through a hobby of some sort, like dance, music, art or anything. It's up to the person of how they show their colors. I believe that each person has their own set of colors that mean certain things. Like if you are passionate your color  might be a dark red. Or if you are natural, more organic and gentle you might be a light green. Do you see what I mean? Each person has there own set of colors based on who they are. But you have to really look at a person to see them this way. As an artist the people close to me, they have colors, and when I fell in love with them I learned to know every color they have. But what about the other people, how do we learn their colors? We learn this through expression. I show my colors through art and singing. I haven't sang in awhile because I have a fear of singing in front of people, I get really shy! But with my art, I can paint a picture and you can see how I felt that day. Normally when I'm in a better mood my paintings turn out better than when I don't feel good. I'll tell you some of my colors or how I felt when you see my work.

Slow down and look at the colors around you, you never know what you might learn about someone.
Be yellow, red, blue or tickle-me-pink, but make sure that you be your own colors.

Molding the Sand

Sunday, the last day of the weekend. We all dread monday as it approaches all too quickly. Today is the last day for Picture week! How sad. I hope you have enjoyed it.

I took this picture a while back. I really like it. I like how the lens flare curves with the sand. This reminds me of all those pics or movies of people that walk off into the sunset as the credits begin to role. But it also shows more. It shows that there is more to the story, more life to be lived. They are walking off because they are off to live the rest of there life. It shows that the earth is round, and that we should explore the big round piece of dirt that we live on. I also love all how when you go to the beach that the sand is all bumpy. Its like that because of all the foot prints left behind. It's like when people come into our lives, they leave footprints. Some fade away quickly getting washed up by the wild ocean waves, but some stick. Some footprints stay in our hearts, molding us like we mold the sand.

Be a mold in someones heart, make your footprints last.

Be a Dream Catcher

Saturday, I had a wonderful day! I love those days when you can spend the entire day with someone special. Today is Day 6 of picture week. I hope you have liked it so far! I think I'm going to do it again sometime, and maybe I'll try to get some better pictures.

This is my dream catcher, it hangs from my bulletin board above my head. Allen made it for me. Apparently dream catchers are hung to catch all the nightmares, so you only have good dreams. But honestly I think people can be dream catchers too! But instead of keeping out the bad dreams, I believe that you make others dreams come true.  I think we all have those people in our lives that make our dreams come true. Even if it is just a dream about eating cake together, we all have that one person that would eat that cake with us. I love that person in my life. And I hope that I can make others dreams come true. I think that it is important to help others along in life, to help them reach there goal or big dream. I also think that it is important to dream big! And I hope that I will always my dream catcher along with me to help me through.

Dream catchers keep out the nightmares and they let in love. Be someones dream catcher.
Catch their dream and make it come true.

Loving Heart

Friday! It's finally the weekend! Thank the lord right? It has been a long week! Let me tell you I am ready for the weekend! I am ready to rest, I am ready for a break. Today is Day 5 of Picture Week, I hope you have been enjoying the pictures this week.

Heart. Believe it or not, everyone has one. How cold or kind it is depends on the person. How broken or whole it is depends on what that person has gone through. And how guarded or free it is depends on everything. Your heart is a vital organ to the body. It keeps you alive, pumping blood to your entire body. But your heart is not only a physical vital organ, but it is a vital part of your mind and how you live. Heart is what gets you through the toughest of things. My heart has been broken, but then put together again, even though it may be broken at times, I have still learned to love like I never thought possible. Your heart is very fragile, it can be broken over the simplest things sometimes. But it can also feel love through the simplest things. When you open your heart to someone, you let them see everything about you. You let them have the power to break your heart in an instant but you trust them enough to know that they won't. Your heart is a beautiful thing, no matter how many times it has been broken or bruised. Learn to love someone with your whole heart, giving them everything and not thinking twice about it. When you love someone with your whole heart you do the impossible just to see them smile.

Your heart is vital. And when you fall in love, you will be vital just like the heart you hold in your hands.

Yellow Angles

Thursday! I am recovering well so far, but I am still having some pain due to my teeth and a little swelling. Today is Day 4 of Picture week! I hope you are liking the pictures so far.

I am sure that I have told you already but just in case you missed it, my favorite color is yellow. Yellow has been my favorite color as long as I can remember. It has never changed. I just love the color yellow! It makes me smile and be happy. The sun is yellow and that always brings a beautiful day. My favorite flower is yellow. I can't decide whether my favorite flower is a sunflower or a daisy. But I think I like the sunflower better. I like this picture of course because it is a yellow flower! But I also like being able to see two different angles of the flower, a frontal view and a profile view. I think people are kinda like this. We see different angles of everyone. Everyone has there good and bad sides, not just physical but personality wise. We all have our good and bad days. We have our moments when our bad side shows and we let our emotions get away from us. It's apart of life. But honestly we should be the same person all the time. We should treat everyone the same, and we should always be kind. That's a dream world right? But really never change who you are, be confident in your skin.

Be kind and loving at all times. And hope that others will be kind and loving back. Always be yourself.

Uniqueness

Wednesday. I am recovering well from my wisdom teeth extraction. Almost all the swelling is gone! But I still have pain. Yuck! I'll make it though. Today is Day 3 of Picture week! I hope you have been enjoying to pictures so far! If not I won't do a picture week again. If you do then maybe I will do it again in the future. I hope someone is actually reading this. But at the same time it is nice you just put all my thoughts somewhere, whether or not someone reads it.

I love fall. It's a beautiful time of year. My favorite color is yellow so I love it when all the trees turn yellow and orange. They are all so vibrant. I wish I could paint something like this. But honestly it would be very difficult and I'm not sure I'm up to that level yet. It would make a beautiful painting though. I enjoy taking pictures of the things I'm going to paint. So I can remember better once I have all the supplies I need. But what I would also love to do one day is to go outside somewhere for a day and just sit and paint what I see. I think that would be so cool. I love the way the water reflects the tree. The color almost changes. It just adds more curiosity to the picture. The color tree shows uniqueness from the other green trees. Showing its true colors and rising above the rest. It shows what a true gem it is and how lucky we are to look at it, and behold it.

Unique things are all around us. We should take the time to cherish them and admire their beauty. Slow down and see what is around you.

Put Down the Book, Pick Up a Mirror

Today is Tuesday. I am starting to do better after my wisdom teeth thing. I'm still swollen but I'm doing better. Today is Day 2 of Picture week. I hope you are liking it so far!

I took this picture using a mirror and a pillow. I like how if you look closely into the lens you can see the camera reflection. This picture to me is interesting. I'm not the best photographer, because remember I'm a painter! It shows depth to me. You can almost see into the camera, but yet it is just a reflection. You could think of it like a person. One that doesn't let you see inside of them. Those people that are hard to read. An artist in some ways can be like that. Some people show who they are through something, like art or music. So this camera would be doing the same thing. Showing itself by taking a picture of itself and showing you it's reflection. Like if a painter were to do a self-portrait. That's when you really see into someone. When you look into the mirror with them. When you can see what they see, that is when you really know someone. When you can see their reflection, you can see the real person. Because when you see the reflection, you see everything about them; how they view themselves, the world and everything. When you can see the world through their mirror you can finally understand them as a person.

So instead of trying to read someone like a book, pick up a mirror.

Word From the Wise

Monday! The start of a new week! I am very sorry about yesterday's blog! I hit the publish button but I guess it didn't get posted! I'm very sorry. I am doing a little better from my surgery than I was yesterday, so thats good! ok Today starts picture day! I will post a picture and tell you about it.

I took this picture a year ago about. If you can't tell it is a tree. I am obsessed with trees. I have always thought of them being so wise. They live so long! Imagine being a tree, you would go through so much, and see so much around you. When I think of trees I always think of wisdom. And I think the day I took this I was looking for some wisdom. Often when I'm upset or just need to step back, I go on a walk and I think of being a tree. This may seem silly but it honestly helps. It helps me see things from an outside perspective and it gives me something to take a picture of. I was never very good at climbing trees when I was younger, but when I could get up in one, I would never come down. The world always seemed so perfect from inside a tree. I think that is why now, when I am down or something I like to go on a walk and look at trees. They are beautiful, and wise.

A tree holds wisdom and perspective. Something I often lack.

Change in Surroundings

Sunday.... Today must just be full of disappointment. I'm so sorry but I couldn't take a picture today. I thought I would be feeling better after surgery of Friday but today I felt worse than I have yet. I'm so sorry I couldn't get a picture taken. What I'm gonna do is just start tomorrow! I'm so sorry if I disappointed you! But that's what happens in life. Promises are broken, Lies are said, and disappointment happens. I am so sorry! Tomorrow will start picture week.

I think that the other day I talked about change. How people change? Well I do think that people change. I think that people change when they grow up. And you keep growing your whole life. So one can change at any moment. But also it seems like people never really change. When you think to yourself oh well they can change! That they never really do. No matter how much you talk about changing, or how much you tell them that something has to change, it never really does. You may think for a week or so that Oh they changed, it worked! But then eventually they will go back to doing whatever they were doing before. I have learned that you can never change someone. They have to change themselves. The only person you can change is yourself. The only way you can make things change, is to change where you are, where you are standing, how you are looking, and how long you stay. When you change those things that is when the change happens, and those are the only things about someone that you can change. But when all the talking is done, when you have said everything you can say, there is nothing left to do. It may hurt, but the next thing to do is change yourself. Not lowering your standards, but changing the situation. Changing your surroundings. It's the only thing you really can change. And if you really are sick of talking about it, and noting ever happening, where all you get is disappointment, I think it's time to change. It's time for some space. You can't keep letting this hurt you. Space from one another seems to help. But then again, it's so hard to let go. All those wonderful memories come rushing back. All that emotion floods your heart and mind. And then it's worth it again.

The good will always out weigh the bad, no matter what.

Everyone Needs Hugs

Well, it's the end of the week! I hope everyone was ready for it! I know I was. Tomorrow starts picture week, just so everyone knows! I'm excited for it. Today is day 2 of recovering from the removal of my wisdom teeth. I am in a lot of pain so please pardon me if I am short or not as deep as I normally am. If you think I am normally deep in what I say.

I think the reason that I am so strong is because of the lack of sympathy that my parents would give me throughout my life. You know when you would fall and scrape your knee as a kid. What would your parents say to you? If they said "Awww you poor baby, you should come inside so you don't get hurt again." then you are probably kinda wimpy now. But if your parents said something like "You are fine, just keep on playing." Then you are probably pretty tough. Well, my parents still seem to not give me much sympathy. I think that is why I choose to not tell them my problems. Most of the time growing up I would hear something like, you can handle it, or its not a big deal. Unless something was seriously wrong with me, like when I smashed my head into the concrete I was according to them "fine." Even when I got a concussion in a basketball game this past year, I didn't go to the doctor until 3 days later. And even then I had to convince them that I really had a concussion and needed to see a doctor. They said I had a concussion for sure, and I was out of school for a week, because I wasn't allowed to do anything. I was right! I am tough, and most people are tough, they grew up the same way I did. But sometimes we need some sympathy, and some compassion. Every once in awhile we need someone to feel sorry for us, to take pity on us. It's the tough ones, that when they actually show pain, or look down or something, its then that they need comforting the most, because you should know that they are really hurting.

I don't know where all of that came from. But all you tough guys and strong girls, it's ok to say every once in awhile that you need a hug. Because everyone needs hugs.

Wisdom Teeth

Friday. I'm so glad its the end of the week. I got my wisdom teeth out today so today will be short. Sorry! Don't forget that Sunday will start picture week!

So today was the day that my wisdom teeth got taken out. After months of worrying, planning, and preparing, the day came for the big event. Everything always seems to creep up on you so quick when it is something that you aren't looking forward to. Things like papers, presentations, and doctors appointments seem to come so quick, but the fun things like holidays or birthdays seem to never come quick enough. This is a sad, but very true fact of life that I experienced today. Luckily, after the medication kicked in, I passed out and the unpleasant procedure of getting my wisdom teeth removed went quickly and unnoticed by my unconscious self. In case any of you haven't experienced this before, it is extremely unpleasant to wake up confused, totally out of it, and with puffy cheeks. I have no idea what I said or did, but my parents were more than willing to vouch for my ridiculous appearance of being high out of my mind. Luckily, the medication wore off quickly and I didn't have to worry too much about what other things I did. So all-in-all, it wasn't my ideal way to begin Fall break, but it definitely wasn't too bad of a day.

This is totally off topic, but I thought of this today and thought I would share it with you guys. The most beautiful, yet painful, things can bring us together.

Afraid to Change

Thursday, the week is coming to an end. Just FYI I am getting my wisdom teeth out tomorrow... I am going to write a blog but don't be too sad if it is short or weird or something. And another thing, Sunday will begin picture week

Change scares me. I am often afraid of what may happen. That someone will leave, or that I will move. When people change, that is what scares me the most. Sometimes change can be good, but sometimes it can be bad. It's the bad change that I am scared about. But that moment when you realize that things are changing. That is when the fear hits. When you don't know what will happen next. Honestly life is full of changes. So it is kind of a silly fear to have. I guess I'm just afraid of loosing something, but honestly it probably wasn't mine in the first place. Changes are really just life saying, its time to grow up a little bit. And I believe that when one door shuts another opens, it's just the walk to the open door that can be the hardest. And when things change I also believe that there is something better out there so that's why things are changing cause it's time for a upgrade. I guess i'm not really afraid of life changing, I'm afraid of the people around me changing. I'm afraid that one day I won't be important to them anymore. That one day they will change and I won't want to be with them anymore. That one day they will make bad choices and it will change them. I guess what I am really afraid of is loosing the ones I love. And I don't think that there is really anything I can do to stop being afraid of that. I will just love with my whole heart, and trust them with everything I got, and just hope that I will never loose them.
 
I guess a good question would be is it better to be loved or to love?

Confidence is Key

Wednesday. Today was a long day, but I am so ready for this week to be over! Friday is almost here! I can't wait for the weekend and some time to just sit and relax. Don't forget next week is Picture week, starting on Sunday!

Today I was talking with a friend about insecurity. This really hit me hard. I'm not an insecure person but she is. But you know, it took until I was 18 to finally be confident in myself. I learned how to believe in myself and except me for me. It is interesting to me how may people are insecure. How many people would change everything about their life. I know for a fact that I wouldn't change a thing. Insecurity is a common issue that many people struggle with, more women than men. What causes this? Is it our society? Is it our mirror? Or could it be someone in our life? Our society tells us that women should be flawless, and skinny. They tell us that you should look like a barbie and that is how you will get men to like you. WRONG! Society is wrong, it's the women who don't wear ten pounds of make-up and have a few curves that should really be our role models. No one can reach perfection, and no one can be you but you. Don't let the mirror tell you that you should look better, you tell the mirror, this is how I wanna look! And don't ever let anyone in your life bring you down. You should only have people in your life that bring you up. Be strong and don't let anyone bring you down. Now all of this may be like well its easy to say, but really hard to do. And it is hard. It is hard to say I don't need all that crap to make me pretty, its hard to say that it doesn't matter what people say or think about me. But honestly once you take the first step to being confident, the rest will follow. Confidence is what will bring the men your way. The more confident in who you are, the more beautiful you become, and that has nothing to do with a mirror. Once you can except who you are so will the world.  And honestly if the someone doesn't like who you are, then why hang out with them, it's their lose not yours.

Remember Confidence is beauty, and no one can be you but YOU! It may take awhile to actually be confident in yourself, and know it. But start today. Because once you start being you, and stop worrying about everyone else everything just falls together.

Short and Sweet

Tuesday... Today felt like a Wednesday all day. I'm not feeling too good today so today will be short. I am thinking of doing a photo week next week, I will take a picture each day and then tell you the story behind it. Sound good?

I don't have much to say today. It's one of those days were you pushed your self so hard that you just almost die. But yet I still have two more days until I can get some what of a break. Do you ever do that? Push yourself. It's good to push yourself it makes your stronger. You also learn your limits. You learn how far you really can go.

Sorry today is short. I'm just not feeling good. Also heads up, Friday I am getting my wisdom teeth out, so the blog will probably be short, and a little abnormal.

The Describtion of an Indescribable Feeling

For the crazy busy week I have ahead today was actually very relaxing. It's nice to have a day to just relax every once in a while. Tonight I have so much on my mind, it's almost too much to write about.

First, I am utterly amazed at life. Sometimes things just feel so right.Sometimes things just all fall together. and when they do, man does it really feel good. I am completely happy. I am content with life and I wouldn't change a thing. Now that I think about it I wouldn't change a thing about my life even my past. Because my past has brought me to where I am today.

Second, I have this very indescribable feeling. I'm going to try by best to describe it, but remember these words will not be good enough. My heart beats right out of my chest, and I sing like I never knew I could. My mind goes about one hundred miles per minute. Thoughts race through my brain as if they were trying to win gold in the 100m dash at the Olympics. Life seems to pass by, as if I wasn't apart of it, moving too fast for when I fall behind I can not catch back up. It almost feels as though something is building inside of me, but I know it won't burst it will just keep growing and strengthening, and as it grows I will grow as a person. It gives me this inner joy. I enjoy everyday when when it's crappy. This feeling is strange but yet amazing. The way I feel when I get this beyond words feeling is incredible, but honestly I feel this way every day. Ever since I fell in love.

I'm not sure what else to say. I'm in love and I don't care who knows it. Love has changed my life, and that's when you know you are really in love, when someone comes in and turns your whole world upside down, they change your life, they change you.

Lover of Sacrifices

Sunday, I don't want to start this week yet, the weekend went way too fast!! I don't have too much on my mind today other than a headache. Story week is over... Hope you enjoyed it!

Sacrifice. What does it mean? It really can mean anything. Mainly I think it means giving up something valuable of yours for someone else. That could be giving up time, or money or anything. You could give your life. I don't really know where I am going with this, I guess I was thinking about the sacrifices I make in my life. How most of the time they either go un-noticed or under gratified... not enough thank you's. But you know what the worst is? When you make a sacrifice no matter the size and someone complains! It doesn't matter what they are complaining about, but nothing feels worse than that! Cause we are all thinking, I did all this for you, and all you do is complain. We are all guilty of being that complainer! But also we have all been complained to. So why don't we stop complaining if we know how it feels. Well frankly I think we just forget sometimes what it is like to sacrifice. We forget what sacrifice really is. It's not just giving up something it's about giving up something valuable. Like your precious time, not matter what you are doing. Or like giving up you money... This one can be hard. Money these days seems to be all that matters. But really all that matters is love, and the time spent with the one you love. We all make sacrifices, but it's not a sacrifice if you complain about doing it. Don't forget why we make sacrifices. We make them because we love, and to show someone we love them we sacrifice everything for them, just hoping in return that they would do the same.

Don't be a complainer, be a lover.

BAMB, I fell.... again

Saturday, the one day of the week it feels like you can actually relax. Today is the last day of Story week! Let me know if you liked it or not, so if you did maybe I can do it again.

The story I have been dying to tell, I think I will share today.

I was about 6 years old. It was almost summer, and I was enjoying the spring air playing in the drive way. My dad was in the garage working on some project and my mom and sister were getting ready to leave and go shop or something that "women" do. All morning I was playing with this little tykes car. It was yellow and red and you put your feet through the bottom to push the car. Only the driver side door opened, and the whole thing was plastic and small. But compared to my little kid body it was the perfect size for me. Right before my mom left she got on to me for trying to climb on top of my car. So naturally that made me want to do it more, and try harder. Finally when my mom and sister were gone I tried again. With my dad's back to me in garage, I started my climb. Things where going well as I climbed from inside the car, out the window to the top. But when most of my weight was out of the car, BAMB! I fell, which was a natural occurrence for me because I naturally have bad balance and fall a lot. But this fall, it was catastrophic. I fell face first into the concrete drive way. I had my glasses on, and they shattered, leaving behind a shard in my eyebrow. I instantly cried, and my dad walked over to see a puddle of blood and broken glass. He took me inside and gave me a wash cloth to hold on my eye while he called 911. The people on the phone told him to just drive me to the hospital because it would be faster and I might loose too much blood if we weight too long. I can't really remember much after that, until I saw the stitches above my eye. I think I had 7 or maybe 11? I'm not sure. But I know it was a lot! All this happened because I thought I was smarter than my mom. Oh goodness. I still have the scar today. For the amount of times I have hurt myself doing something similar to this is kind of crazy, but I think I turned out alright. I hope you got a nice laugh out of my story, because I kinda think its funny! I fell flat on my face.

That;s all for story week! Hope you enjoyed. See ya tomorrow for my thoughts on the world. :)

Becoming Me

Friday, the last day of the week. I am so glad it is Friday. Today is day 6 of story week. I hope that you have enjoyed reading my stories.

We all have those moments that make us who we are. Those moments that define us, when you finally realize your gift or calling in life. Today I am going to tell you how I became an artist.

I grew up in an artistic home. My dad really likes to draw and things like that. Well my sister then became interested in art, so I naturally wanted to do art. Because I always had to follow my sister and do my best to be better than her. Growing up my dad would always give me drawing books to help me learn. I began to draw all the time. In the 6th grade is when things really hit for me. I met a friend that became very close and she loved to draw. She pushed me to be better and try different things. My freshman year I took my very first art class. I learned so much that year, and my teacher told me that I had natural talent. That gave me confidence. That year I did my fist painting, and boy did I love to paint. The feeling I would get when I would paint. It was and is now like I am in a different world. Everything goes away other than me and the painting. It is a feeling that comes only when things mean a lot to me or I really enjoy them. Throughout high school my art career just grew. My sophomore year I had my first art show, and I sold every painting I had for sale. I was barely 16 years old. My junior year I didn't do as much artwork as I would have liked, but I did a fair amount. Nothing super special happened that year with art. Senior year, things really took off. My paintings were going everywhere, from place to place from competitions to shows. It was stressful but also very fun. When I draw or paint I feel like a different person, and when I create something it shows a different side of me that is shown no where else but my work. After things are finished I always go back and think, this started out blank and I made it into this. It always stuns me, even if the work isn't very good. I love that feeling, and I love being an artist. Art is my life and my true expression.

Footprints On Your Heart

Thursday, today was a long day! I accomplished so much today. I do feel good about that. Well today is day 5 of story week. It's almost over! Comment if you like.
I will let you know, all my readers and fellow bloggers that I am going to post one blog everyday for one year. After that one year I will see whether I want to stop, or how well I'm doing. But my goal is everyday for one year. I started September 28, 2012 so on September 28 of 2013 I will tell you my new goal. Got it? Good.

We all have those moments when we meet someone so special they change everything about us. They change how we see ourselves. They make us stronger and they push us to be better. This someone special could be anybody. It could be a best friend, a spouse or even a sibling. But we all have those people that come into our lives and leave a mark. I'm gonna tell you how I met my someone special. Yup, I'm gonna write about the one I love and it is gonna be mushy and gushy so just read it and say awwwwweee to yourself.

I remember the first day I really noticed him. I had known him for a year but I never talked to him, or really to be honest, I didn't know that he even existed. One day after band practice he said "Hey you should come by my work and I'll give you a free cookie." And I just smiled and said "Yea, maybe." I did kinda blow him off, but that is the first time I can recall actually talking to him. I know its lame, but I'm kinda lame so it fits my life like a puzzle piece. Then we were in the same study hall and we became friends. Good friends. We would smile and talk a lot. One day our study hall took our jackets and wrapped us up in them to create a straight jacket and we had to help each other get out. Yea super romantic right?!! I know. Then for the homecoming basketball game he came to see me play, and just like any basketball game I got thrown on the floor and was injured in some form. But he tells me "I knew you were ok, because you are tough." I think we both know he was freaking out when I had a bruise and a nice raspberry on my shoulder after the game. It was after that night that I knew he had feelings for me, the only problem was that I was dating his best friend, and I had feelings for him too. He came to my birthday party, and it seemed like after homecoming he started to fight for me. He started to let it be known that I was important and I liked it. Pretty soon I was single and falling for my special someone, Allen. We have been together ever since. He has changed my life. He helped me start my blog. He also taught me how to be lazy, and trust me the art of laziness is a talent. He has helped me see who I am, and he has helped me accomplish so much as an artist. He has shown me love, and taught me what love really is. He cares for me and I care for him.

It's people like him that seem to change your life the most. The ones you never expected to be important. The ones you blow off for year and then you talk to them once and are instantly in love. It's those people that always leave you wondering why didn't I do this sooner? But it's people like this that always come right when you need them, and they stick. It's people like Allen that leave footprints on your heart that never fade.

Silly Fears

Wednesday, October 10. Did you know that 3 weeks from today is Halloween? Life is moving so fast. Today is Day 4 of Story Week. Enjoy!

We all have fears. Some fears last our whole life and some only last a month or so. Whatever your fear is you can't let it hold you back. You know some of the things I fear: clowns, go-carts, the dark, confrontation and public speaking or singing or really anything I have to do in front of people. Some fears can be kind of dumb, but some fears are very serious and have a good reason behind them. Like my fear of go-carts.

It was my first time behind the wheel. Oh the power I felt when my hands caressed the tiny black steering wheel. The petals were green and red, labeled GO and STOP. With my mom sitting next to me, I experienced driving a go-cart! We were at Incredible Pizza. My mom was obviously not thinking straight when she said I could drive and that she would ride with me. Well I go behind the wheel, but I hadn't grasped the concept of "with great power comes great responsibility." I had the power but no clue what to do with it or how to use it. So I did what any kid would do behind the wheel. When they said GO! I put my foot on that bright green pedal and I put that pedal to the floor. I flew!! But I didn't get to drive for too long, because a couple seconds after putting the pedal to the metal I but the metal into a wall. Full speed right into a wall. I guess I didn't understand how to slow or turn the wheel. I just went fast and straight. Well I hit the wall so hard I flew forward hitting my head on the steering wheel, getting a cut going from my right eye up to my forehead. My mom was mad! Until she saw her baby girl bleeding. Then she felt bad and took me home. Needless to say we never did go-carts again.

Running

Tuesday, Day 3 of Story week. Hope you enjoy. Comment if you want to! I would love to hear from you.

We all have those times that we just want to run away from life. We are stuck between a rock and a hard place, you cant move but all you want to do is run. This feeling comes when we are most hurt. When we don't know what to do anymore. Life has its ups and downs, but when we have those downs that just tear us apart that's when we have that instinct to run. Only the strong ones stay and stick it out. Think about that the next time you are just going through a rough time, remember how strong you are when you really stick it through.

When I was about 8 I tried to run away. I still can't remember why. I'm sure my mom said something like you have to clean your room and I didn't do it so I probably got in big trouble. I remember I had this very small baby blue PowerPuff Girl tent and I took it and I grabbed a blanket and a Barbie and I left. I took our little red wagon and I put my tent, blanket and toy in there and I rolled that wagon all around the neighborhood. I didn't make it far before it started to get cold and until my tummy started growling. So I set up camp in the front yard. I some trouble with my tent but I made it. I got my tent set up and got in it. It wasn't big enough for me to sit any other way than Indian Style with my head crouched down. After about 20 minutes and my neck cramping I got out. I saw my mom standing on the porch in wonder of what I was doing. She said "Andrea?" In that tone that we all know Mom's use when they are like "What in the world is my child doing?" So I looked her in the eye and said "I'm running away!" She just laughed at me and said "Why are you doing that?" I didn't really know how to answer that question because by that time I had realized I was unsuccessful at running away and I needed some food for my growing body. So I just said "Cause I wanna!" She looked at me with a stern smile and said, "Come and get dinner, grab your stuff and put the wagon away." I said "Ok mom." With a disappointed but yet relived tone. But while I was putting the wagon and tent away I realized that if I just wait a little longer I will be capable of running away. So I told myself I would wait a little longer. I never did run away. But I did make it in life just fine, and now I am on my own. Running away wasn't a good idea at 8. And it isn't a good idea now, no matter what you are facing.

5 Year-Old Life Changer

Monday, boy can Monday's be hard. What is it about Monday's that makes it so rough. Is it that we aren't prepared yet for the week yet, and to prepare us, Monday is just awful so we can learn and be stronger for whatever comes next. Ok on to Story Week...

I talked in an earlier blog about those moments that we have that define us as a person. I will share one of those moments today.

This is Charleston and me.

It was in April of 2012, I went on a trip to Belize. It was life changing. I learned more about myself than I ever knew before. I learned how to be strong, I learned my limits are farther than I ever knew. Life changed for me. I learned how to love. I met a 5 year-old boy named Charleston. He loved so easily and so purely it was incredible. He had literally nothing. His life was nothing to those around him, but he was so happy and so loving. When I met him he walked up to me with a Frisbee. He was so cute, half my height big brown eyes and dark dark brown skin. His clothes had holes and dirt everywhere, but his smile was white and breathtaking. His laugh was adorable and would cheer anyone up. He was a snuggler too, if you picked him up he wouldn't let go. And he latched on to me. He walked up to me with a bright green Frisbee, he wasn't looking to play; he was looking for a friend and he found me. I took the Frisbee and hid his face and said "Where did you go?" He laughed and pulled the Frisbee down saying "HERE!!" I said "OH there you are!" That was the start. He grabbed my waist and hugged me, so tight I can still feel his little arms wrapped around me. Everyday after that he would wait for me in village, and when he would see me, he would yell my name "ANDREA" as he would run, arms open wide to me. I would hug him and pick him up and carry him everywhere I went. By the end of the day I would be covered in dirt because he never had clean clothes and we would play so many games. One day I walked by his house with the group I was with, he saw me from the window and he ran out to me, again yelling my name with open arms. I knelt down and talked to him. Everyday he would ask me if he would see me tomorrow and it broke my heart when I knew that someday soon I wouldn't see him tomorrow. I remember the last time I saw him as he walked away, then turned around and said 'Bye" with a wave. One day he told me he loved me, and I looked him in the eye and said "I love you too Buddy!" He smiled and hugged me. He changed my life. He showed me it doesn't take time to love, it just takes heart. He showed me that no matter what I can be happy, and I can love no matter what.

The End is Just a New Beginning

Sunday today begins story week, but first I have something on my mind I'm gonna blog about, you know just to get if off my chest. One of the hardest things in life is having words on your heart that you can't say. So I am gonna say it

The moments in life that are the hardest. The moments you just wanna give up. The moments you can see the end coming, and you seem to always say to yourself, I didn't see this coming or This isn't what I expected. Something like that. Well I always think I didn't imagine it like this. I always picture moments in my mind before they happen, and most of the time the way things turn out aren't even close to the way I imagined them. That moment when you picture everything in life crashing down on you, when you think can I handle the pain? When you ask yourself what do I do? But you really have no answer, and honestly you aren't really sure if you want an answer. You aren't really sure if you want to keep fighting anymore. Those moments are the hardest to go through. Whether or not things really do end, the moment you can picture it in your head, that's when the pain starts to hit, and those moments are the ones that tear you apart. These moments seem to come when you least expect them. Which always seem to make it ten times worse.
Ok enough about that, it was kinda depressing. On to the story..

Speaking of moments that you think of the end I will tell you the story about my first car... Buddy.
It was a warm April day when we met. He was lipstick red, had a spoiler and a cute little dent in the passenger door. He was a 1997 Honda Civic EX. He had more character than Bugs Bunny. His engine roared like a quite lion, and his windows didn't like to roll down very fast. He didn't get his name until after a month or two of driving me around everywhere. It wasn't until I told him all my issues and would just go to my car and vent and feel better. I'm not sure if that's weird or not, but I didn't really have anyone else that made me feel better. Then one day I called him buddy, and it stuck. He was my Buddy, I told him everything, and he always listened, he never laughed at me, and he always made me feel better. Well it was a warm September day, I was driving down a back road on my way to the store to pick up some pictures I had printed when it happened. Speed limit was 40 and I was going down a hill, in the middle of the hill was a road that crossed through, they had a stop sign but I didn't. Before I knew it was coming a big white truck slammed into my driver door, the monster slid down Buddy pushing us into the curb and throwing us around. Buddy rolled to a stop, as my life flashed before my eyes. The driver door was pushing into my hip as my head pounded. I could hear Buddy groan in pain. I couldn't get out of the car to see the damage. But I could feel that Buddy was fading fast. After a long wait at the hospital and a lot of pain killers, nothing could take the pain away of losing Buddy. That was a moment I will never forget. I love Buddy.

Inspiration of Strength

Saturday. October 6th 2012.... Don't forget to comment! Also Tomorrow begins the Story week! I'll be posting a story a day about anything! Read it or weep!

The word inspiring is on my mind today. I am thinking about things that inspire me most. If you think about it the word inspire could mean so many different things. We could be inspired to do something, or just inspired to live life to the fullest. Things that inspire me to paint are the same things that inspire me to live life to the fullest. People inspire me. Not just ordinary people. The people that inspire me are the ones that are happy through the toughest moments, the ones that are abstract, the ones you don't expect to see everyday. More specifically the ones I love inspire me most. They inspire me to love, to love in a way I never thought was possible. They inspire me to live more than I have ever lived before and to enjoy the life I was given. They inspire me to be strong.
The person that inspires me to love more is someone I love very much and someone I hold close to my heart. He has taught me to not care what people think of me. He has showed me how to overcome fears. He has been there for me no matter what. Even when I am tough to be around and upset he still wants to be with me. Even when he isn't feeling good he still has a smile. No matter what I say or do I know that he will still love me. He inspires me to be this way for him. I can only hope to be as wonderful has he is. I can only pray to be as loving. He inspires me to love.
The people that inspires me to enjoy life are all the rule followers and under-achievers. You have taught me that I can do better, that in fact if I try my best I will succeed. You have taught me that if I go outside the box there is a whole new world full of wonderful, interesting things and a beautiful world to explore. You have inspired me to original. You have inspired me to live.
The person that inspires me to be strong, is a beautiful women that I will never forget. She has been through so much. She has lost so much and been through so much pain. But it's people like her that show true joy. People like her that show how much you can really take. She inspires me to be strong. She makes me smile every time I think of her. I know nothing can defeat her, and she has proved that to me and to the world. She inspires me to be strong, She inspires me to have joy.

Inspiration can come from anywhere. Open your eyes, see the world around you come alive.

A Billboard Hint

Oh Friday, you bring great joy to everyone. Remember next week is story week, I will tell a different story each day! Tune in to see what I say!

Have you ever wondered why people can be so dense? Some people just don't get hints. Like those funny socially awkward people. Come on we all know at least one person like that? When they don't understand when to stop talking, or when the awkward silence as gotten too awkward. Situations like that are funny to me. Not that I try to create them but they always make me laugh. Or you have people like me that laugh the entire conversation like they are high and then eventually start crying because they have laughed so much. Or you have those creepy socially awkward people that don't know when they aren't really welcome or don't get the hint to stop following you. Anyways that isn't the point. My point is the normal people that don't catch a hint. I have mainly noticed this problem with men, but some women can be this way too. Sometimes they just look at you like, "I have no idea what you are saying." Or when you put hints in something you say like,"I like flowers..." really you are saying I want you to get me flowers. That one is an easy one. Or when you are like "I miss you." That doesn't mean I just miss you, that means you better come and see me right now! Although that never really happens and that is an unrealistic expectations but that is what that phrase really means. Its when you put hints into something that you say that people don't get it. They take you literally, and you are just like.... "seriously how on earth did you not get that!" I laugh most of the time because either I'm bad at giving hints or people are just plain dumb. Maybe its a mixture. You know I laugh a lot. Hints for some people need to be a billboard posted on my forehead, giving them a blueprint of what needs to happen. And when I am honest to myself, I am one of those people.

Art Visions

Thursday... I hope people like my blog. Since no one followed directions and commented I don't know what you think. I think that next week I am going to do a story week so everyday I tell a story fictional or nonfiction I haven't decided but I guess that just means you will have to read it. This will start on Sunday.

So I always get this picture in my head every time I am in the back of car looking out the window. This picture looks like a movie, and I always picture it going with the beginning of a movie. You know like where the play the music and it goes through the first credits and the title and stuff like that. It would be raining and the camera would be looking out the window focusing on the ground, like the white lines as they pass by and rain hits the window, slowly the camera would move from looking out the window to the inside of the car, and the title would show when you can see the the droplets on the window, like the clear little dots. The music would fade and someone would start talking about life, and fill you in on whats going on.

I don't know why this comes to mind so often but it does, and I also don't know how it ever got there and why I am so fascinated by it. But when I imagine this picture in my mind it makes me think. Like deeply and truly think. I don't know what it is about the rain on the road but it helps me think clearly, like when I need to think about something I always imagine this scene. Maybe someday I will actually make a little video and maybe then this vision will go away and I can move on and find another scene to make me think. Maybe this is just on of those art visions. Art visions are these pictures I get in my mind that never go away until I create it. And when I say create it I mean make it look exactly like it looks in my head. EXACTLY. I don't know how this works but things come to my mind, images I have never seen before and I never forget them until they are on a canvas completely finished. Art visions just come to me. They come to me in dreams, while I'm writing a paper or even when I'm taking a shower. They are so cool when they happen, I know I always say to myself "Wow that would be cool." And normally the person sitting next to me is like"What?" with a weird but yet interested look on their face.But I just say "Nothing." You know why? Because I have no way of describing to someone what is in my head.

Art visions, its really how I see everything. 

Fighting for Happiness

Today was a good day. Wednesday the middle of the week. Getting through Wednesday makes you feel one step closer to the weekend. I had a good day, it was long, but it was a good day. No one commented yesterday! So comment today please! If you have a topic you would like me to write about let me know!! I'll do it. OK?

Have you ever noticed that after you fight with someone you love or care about a lot, you always seem to care or love them more after you get through it. I'm not sure why this happens. Something about fighting brings us closer. We learn more about each other. We see that we really can do this, and you see how much the other person cares. Cause if they didn't care they wouldn't be arguing, they would just leave. I noticed that after a fight or an argument that I feel like I just want a hug and I want to watch a sad movie. I also tend to eat when I get upset... not too good for my hips. But I love the feeling when you see that loved one again. After the fight is all over it is just so relaxing. You see them and you feel all warm inside and all you want to do is tell them how much you love and care for them. And when they feel the same it just brings pure happiness.

Lets talk about happiness... It is a funny thing. Happiness seems to come and go as our mood changes right? When our smile fades so does our happiness. WRONG! Your happiness should never fade. Pure true happiness isn't a feeling, its an action, a lifestyle. Happiness isn't something that you look for in life or that you fight to get. It is something that should come from the heart, something that you learn to have. Happiness is about being joyful. Joy is something that sticks. When people look at you they know that you are joyful that you enJOY life. Happiness is the same way. Be happy that you are alive. Be happy for the people you have in your life and know that every moment is a blessing to live.

Growing and Learning

Alright, Tuesday is the day of today. I feel like Tuesday's are just a repeat of Monday. You know because nothing really happens new on Tuesday's. Well that is how I feel about that. I hope people like my blog, what I write about. If you have any suggestions or comments or just feel like telling me you care about what I have to say, please comment! I would love to see what you have to say. And also know that someone out there is listening to me.

As I grow up and time moves on I learn more about myself everyday. Even though I am not growing any taller and I am ever condemned to being short; I still grow as a person. I learn things I dislike, and I learn things I like. For instance today I learned that I like to eat mashed potatoes the same way I like to eat my baked potatoes. I still like baked potatoes more but I learned how to like mashed potatoes. I also learn my pet peeves. Everyone has them and I am sure that I push peoples buttons all the time. (I'm sorry for pushing your buttons sometimes) I learned that I don't like to have a ton of lights on, cause it gives me a headache. I don't like to make my bed because it seems pointless to me. I don't like it when people are bad with time management and then it makes me have more things I have to do. I really don't think anyone enjoys that last one. But I also learn things that I like. You know when you try new things or you get an idea. Like I enjoy flowers, I like to get them, smell them, look at them, and paint them. I like to draw, I like the peace and quiet. I like surprises. I enjoy to look at trees. Things like that. And everyday I learn more about myself. Today I learned that No Matter What the Good Memories Always Out-Weigh the Bad. The last sentence was IMPORTANT. I really believe this, that it ALWAYS is like this, you just really have to think about it. I learned today that I live my life based off of that phrase, I just never really thought about it until now.

I don't really understand where all of that just came from but it came from somewhere in the deep dark whole I call a brain. Also I was thinking today what is this blog about.... Just how I think i guess. And what I think about. It's kinda random. Do I need to have a point though? Do you like what I am writing now? And why should I care what people think, it is MY blog right? I am writing it, so I can write about whatever I want. And frankly I wanna write about my thoughts if I want to.

Thoughts From the Brain and the Heart

Well today is Monday. Everybody hates Mondays. They are long, boring and just plain awful. Monday's always seem to be full of disappointment and laziness. I feel like every Monday seems like a whole week in one day; by the end I'm ready for the weekend but its still so far away. Today was a special day for me and my someone special.... His name is Allen (just for your information). Today was our 1/2 year anniversary and we went out on a cute little date. It was fun and special just like him... (cheesy I know)
Ok on to something new....

I'm just gonna lay out every thought as it comes to my brain or heart.

-Life moves so quickly at times, speeding by and leaving behind the ones who can't seem to keep up, but yet Life also moves so slow making to quick thinkers slow down and evaluate whats happening. I'm not sure what I like better. It seems as though, the faster you want time to move the slower it seems to go. But the slower you would like time to move the quicker it passes. Those moments that you cherish move by so fast as if a blink of an eye, but the times we wish to forget seem to stick for an eternity.

- Disappointment seems to only be a state of mind. If you choose to look past it or change your original expectations the disappointment seems to just vanish. It may hurt a little, or even just sting, that's how all disappointment is. But you have to learn not to let it control you. You have to move past it. Letting something new happen and seeing all the new possibilities. Life has its ups and downs, its disappointments and its achievements but you can't live in sorrow because you didn't get everything you wanted. You also can't live in pride because you did something good. You must rejoice in the now and learn that it is about what you have in front of you and what you are holding in your arms.

- Those times when it seems like you have reached your limit, that you can't take anymore that is when you realize how far you can really go, and how much more you can take.

Well that's what is on my mind at moment.... Real and the right now. Tune it tomorrow to see what other things I have to say