Sunday, February 28, 2010

The Young Years: Another Year Older

It was a chilly fall evening around four o’clock at night. I was over at Emily’s house my old friend from the 1990’s. We lived in a big neighborhood in Pickerington, Ohio. She lived in an old brick house with five windows in the fount of the house. She lived right across from my house. While at her house we were up in her room, which was on the top floor above the kitchen. My mother told me I could only stay at Emily’s house until six o’clock. I had to be home at six o’clock because we were going out to dinner for my birthday.

Emily and I could not decide what we wanted to do with the time we had. Should we watch a movie, play on the computer, or play dress up? It took us five dragging minutes to agree on what we were going to do the next 2 hours. On those five hours we reached a conclusion of watching my favorite Disney movie Aladdin. After Aladdin was over I grabbed my sweatshirt put it on and walked a crossed the black pavement to my house to get ready to leave for dinner.

My mom, dad, brother, and I got into my mom’s red jeep. She asked me where I wanted to go for my Birthday dinner. I told her I wanted to go to Max and Erma’s. On our way to Columbus we listened to my new CD Brittany Spears that I got for my birthday from my brother. We had to stop by my grand mas and grand pas house to pick them up so they could join us. They got into the jeep with us. We were on way to Columbus.

On the way up to Max and Erma’s my grandparents gave me a new gift. I was holding a tiny box with pink wrapping paper with a purple ribbon and a blue bow in the middle. I ripped opened the pink wrapping paper as fast as I could to see what was inside. My grandparents got me a new polley pocket and a savings bond. I was so in love with my new doll.

Finally we made it to Max and Erma’s. I was craving a cheeseburger with French fries and for dessert a warm chocolate chip cookie. We went inside and we had to wait for fifteen to twenty minutes because they were busy. After a while it was our turn to be seated. The tall, brown haired, and tan skinned hostess seat us. She took us to a booth by a window. I was extremely hungry I could smell onion rings, cookies, and hamburgers as we walked to our booth.

The server came and took our drinks and orders. After twenty minutes our food beyond recall came out on a large tray. I took a big bit of my cheeseburger. The cheese burger tasted so good. I could feel the cheese melt in my mouth. I took a bite of my French fries. I could taste the seasoning as it touched my tongue. My French fried need something else so I adding a little more salt. Salt was the missing ingredient. I was definitely filling up and becoming full. But I had to save room for my chocolate chip cookie. The server came out be hide the door from the kitchen with a candle and a group of his co workers singing “Happy Birthday”.

We left Max and Erma’s going home full. By the time we left it was about eight thrity. The moon was out. When I walked outside I got goose bumps because a cold wind blew past me. Leaves flew behind me and around me. I was so happy that my family and grandparents took me out to dinner for my Birthday. When we arrived home I went straight to bed with a big smile on my face and full belly. What a great way to end a wonderful birthday.

word of wisdom: Hold on to every memory.

Sunday, February 21, 2010

To the boy I would easily call my best guy friend

Most of my friends come and go. Or we end up disappointing each other and hurting one another. But this one person has been there for me through slick and thin. He has cared for me like no one else had or will. He can tell when something is truly wrong with me and in minutes he can cheer me up.

I would just like to take this moment to thank him for being the wonderful person he is. For coming into my life and helping me see things in a new way. For cheering me up when I need it, and making it impossible for anything but a smile to ever appear on my face. For "none of that frowning stuff.. That’s not aloud.” I would like to thank him for being there every night so I have someone to talk to until late hours. For never falling asleep mid conversation and always giving a "Goodnight" and "Sweet dreams" when I finally get tired. I would like to thank him for being there when I really just need to complain about everything...And I would like to thank him even more for listening and realizing that I don't want to be told "I'm sure it’s not that bad", and that I just need to say how I feel..No advice. Thank you for our entire inside jokes and laughing when we pick on each other. Thank you for walking next to me in the hall way and always saying "Hello" every time we pass each other. I want to thank him for pointing out who I am to his friends when he sees me but I don't see you. I would just like to take this moment to thanks to him for being everything he is, and not caring about the things that he is not. Our friendship means the world to me in a way that I cannot explain.

Without him I would be completely broken and confused by life. I just want to say Thank you Shawn for being a best friend to me. No one could ever replace you.

Word of wisdom: Be thankful for what you have.

Sunday, February 7, 2010

Why Worry?

Friendship is a powerful thing. Whether we have many friends or few, we were created for relationships. The people we call friends hold a tremendous amount of power over us. Since we are social creatures, those we spend the most time with heavily influence us- either for good or evil.

When I think of friends, my mind immediately goes to Kalee, my best friend while growing up. Kalee and I met in the seventh grade, and we continued as best friends all through high school. We did everything together. She played soccer and track. While I did not play soccer with her I did cheerleading and track. So every spare moment we had was spent together hanging out at one another’s house. We spent hours about talking about life, boys, school, other friends, family, and much more. We did fun things together as well as having the time of our lives.

We loved to hang out overnight at each other’s houses. One night Kalee came over to play Monopoly, and we stayed up late to finish the game. At three o clock in the morning we finally decided to go to sleep, but instead told stories until our loud giggling woke up my mom. She marched in the room and began angrily addressing us. While she was yelling, I sat down on the couch and accidentally landed on a big bag of potato chips. Crutch! Kalee keeled over in laughter, and soon mom and I were laughing hysterically too. It is these kinds of fun memories that I think of when I think of friends. Kalee and I had spent years building this friendship. Even if I would have pushed Kalee away, she loved me enough to be there when I decided I needed her in my life. She proved to be one of the best friends a girl could ever have.

Friendships are important because life is too short to worry about getting in trouble with mom like we did that one night. Life is about making memories and having fun with the people who care most about you.

Word of wisdom: life is too short to spend worrying simple things in life are usually more satisfying