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You’re reading part fifteen of my 30 (ish) day blog challenge. Here’s what you’ve missed so far:

Day 1 — Your best friend – Rachel
Day 2 — Your vices – Just Read It
Day 3 — Your parents – Barry & Carla
Day 4 — Your siblings – Barry & Daryl
Day 5 — Your dreams – I’ve got lots
Day 6 — Someone that inspires you – Stacey
Day 7 — Your job – Work in progress
Day 8 — Your favorite internet friend you’ve never met – Stephanie
Day 9 — Someone you wish you could meet – George W. Bush
Day 10 — Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to – Alyson
Day 11 — A deceased person you wish you could talk to – Papa Jim
Day 12 — Your dream vacation – Italy
Day 13 — Something you look forward to – Sundays
Day 14 — Someone you’ve drifted away from – Marci Marie

A lot of these posts have to do with other people. Today especially, with a theme of who you miss the most, it’s hard to pick just one. But the more I thought about it, the more I realized who this post had to be about. Allow me to introduce you to the girl who saved my life: Sarah Kelley.

On November 11, 2007, I moved from Nashville back home to Texas and my world fell apart. The move was my choice, but because things weren’t going my way, I blamed God. It was a rough patch for me. I wasn’t doing anything wrong or out of the ordinary, it was just a very bitter and dark season in my life. Fast forward to May of 2008 and I begin working for a church. How I got hired on when I wasn’t pursuing Christ is just a God thing. Over that summer, a lot of the youth group kids were coming in and out. (Sidenote: I have a soft spot in my heart for High School kids. I feel like they have so much pressure and so many expectations coming at them from every angle and I just want to be their friend and let them know it’s okay not to know all the answers.) So, in walks this group of teenagers – loud and laughing a lot – and they immediately ask me if I’m single. Cool. There’s only one girl in this group of boys. Instantly, I was drawn to her. For the rest of that summer, I’d get to know those kids and that one girl still stood out for me. Sometime around November of that year, she was forced into a public speaking gig – which may sound insignificant, but is something that literally cripples her in fear. I don’t know where it came from, but my inner mama bear came out. From that moment on, I was responsible for her.

Sarah and I bonded real fast after that. We were inseparable. And the more I learned about her, the more I realized that she was me…in High School. I had to watch her go through all of the same things that I went through and could only offer up the “here’s what I did’s” and let her make her own choices or mistakes. It was painful. It opened up a lot of wounds that I had chosen to ignore for years and years. Don’t get me wrong – High School was SO much fun, but there was a lot of pain and broken-heartedness and just all around insecurity…which I’m sure everyone can attest to. Reliving my teenage years certainly was not the plan I had for myself in moving home. But don’t be fooled. We had our fun.

I knew that I would be mentoring Sarah, but I had no idea just how much walking through life with her was going to change me. She calls me her sister. Though I have a sister of my own, this is a sister that chose me…and that’s something special. Her family took me in as one of their own and have gone above and beyond to make me feel like I matter to them. I’ve traveled with them, spent birthdays with them…really invested my heart with this family. It was in the broken places of my heart that God used Sarah to wake me up. She showed me just what it’s like to have child-like faith, even as we go through the tough stuff. She showed me what it means to truly love God and love people. She showed me just how strong you have to be to turn the other cheek. Through her weaknesses, God broke me. He showed me myself – all of my stubborn arrogance – and just how selfish I had been acting. Slowly, the walls on my heart began to fall…and now, though there’s still a few bricks stacked up, I’m finally open to all that God has for me.

I don’t know how I’ll ever be able to repay her, but I’m so thankful that God sent Sarah to me. She truly has saved my life.


Day 16 — Someone that’s not in your state/country
Day 17 — The place you wish you were from
Day 18 — The person that you wish you could be
Day 19 — Something that makes you different
Day 20 — Your favorite television shows
Day 21 — Someone you judged by their first impression
Day 22 — Your pet peeves
Day 23 — The last person you kissed
Day 24 — The person that gave you your favorite memory
Day 25 — A life changing moment
Day 26 — The last person you made a pinky promise to
Day 27 — The thing you most enjoy doing
Day 28 — Someone that changed your life
Day 29 — Your talent
Day 30 — Your reflection in the mirror

You’re reading part fourteen of my 30 (ish) day blog challenge. Here’s what you’ve missed so far:

Day 1 — Your best friend – Rachel
Day 2 — Your vices – Just Read It
Day 3 — Your parents – Barry & Carla
Day 4 — Your siblings – Barry & Daryl
Day 5 — Your dreams – I’ve got lots
Day 6 — Someone that inspires you – Stacey
Day 7 — Your job – Work in progress
Day 8 — Your favorite internet friend you’ve never met – Stephanie
Day 9 — Someone you wish you could meet – George W. Bush
Day 10 — Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to – Alyson
Day 11 — A deceased person you wish you could talk to – Papa Jim
Day 12 — Your dream vacation – Italy
Day 13 — Something you look forward to – Sundays

I have the best friends. I would say that my friends are definitely cooler than your friends. My friends are also cooler than me, but I guess that makes me reasonably cool by association. They are all ages, come from so many different walks of life, and each mean something so very special to me. There are also some that I feel I’ve let fall by the wayside. Life happens, I understand, but that doesn’t mean I get to back out of my friendship investments. So, today, I’m going to write an open letter to the COOLEST friend I have: Marci Marie Spencer!

Dearest Marci,

It seems so long ago that I first remember hearing who you were. And that was when we were in elementary school. It doesn’t seem so long ago that we roamed the halls of PNG High School. But, it feels like just yesterday that I was your Young Life leader. And I was so not cool enough to know you. Seriously though, let’s be honest: I wasn’t. I tried…tried too hard. We both know the SharpTop story, so I won’t repeat it (although if you’re reading this and you’re not Marci, come find me…I’ll tell you. It’s the most amazing revenge prank that didn’t quite happen ever planned! Sheer genius!) for everyone to see.

I didn’t even live in Texas, but that group of girls bonded with me so well and changed a lot about how I chose to live my life. Fast forward a year and a half and I’m back home. And there you are – the most friendly, engaging and cheery leader on the Young Life team. Not that you weren’t any of those things before, you just never were with me. It was fun getting to know this “new Marci”. I like her. (but I liked the old one, too) Really it was just a more mature you, but let’s face it…we’re still 5 years old. (cue the tribal indian music and dance party in the car)

Honestly, it was the greatest joy of my life to serve alongside you. You showed me so much about how to be a better leader and how to keep fighting even when the road seemed tough. The way our girls just naturally flocked to you and the way that you never said no was such a challenge to my heart. You helped me to love them better. That’s what I love about Young Life…it’s a ministry that keeps on giving – for kids AND for leaders.

Walking through life with you personally has been so great as well. Seeing you grow and learn and struggle and keep moving forward…I don’t think you know how truly amazing you are. And now that our lives have brought us both away from home, I’m not worried about you at all. You’re gonna dominate Dallas! Ha! I’m so excited for your journey and I love the times we get to talk and visit, though they’re not as often as I’d like. And I’m so glad that you and Travis are together there. I know that’s been a lot easier for you. Know that you have a family back home who prays for you and is so very proud of you. And you have a VERY proud big sister in Tennessee who will always be there to stand beside you.

They froze,
Krystin

p.s. are you engaged yet? bahaha!


Day 15 — The person you miss the most
Day 16 — Someone that’s not in your state/country
Day 17 — The place you wish you were from
Day 18 — The person that you wish you could be
Day 19 — Something that makes you different
Day 20 — Your favorite television shows
Day 21 — Someone you judged by their first impression
Day 22 — Your pet peeves
Day 23 — The last person you kissed
Day 24 — The person that gave you your favorite memory
Day 25 — A life changing moment
Day 26 — The last person you made a pinky promise to
Day 27 — The thing you most enjoy doing
Day 28 — Someone that changed your life
Day 29 — Your talent
Day 30 — Your reflection in the mirror

You’re reading part thirteen of my 30 (ish) day blog challenge. Here’s what you’ve missed so far:

Day 1 — Your best friend – Rachel
Day 2 — Your vices – Just Read It
Day 3 — Your parents – Barry & Carla
Day 4 — Your siblings – Barry & Daryl
Day 5 — Your dreams – I’ve got lots
Day 6 — Someone that inspires you – Stacey
Day 7 — Your job – Work in progress
Day 8 — Your favorite internet friend you’ve never met – Stephanie
Day 9 — Someone you wish you could meet – George W. Bush
Day 10 — Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to – Alyson
Day 11 — A deceased person you wish you could talk to – Papa Jim
Day 12 — Your dream vacation – Italy

Call me late to the ballgame, but it wasn’t that long ago that I learned what “type a” and “type b” personalities were. My poor best friend…she taught me and I ran it in to the GROUND! I was telling everyone I could that I was type A/B. Seriously, everyone. My justification, of course, is that I like organization but I’m not opposed to organized chaos. I’m structured, but I’m pretty chill. And the more I’ve thought about that over the last few years, the more I believe I’m an idiot! I’m SO unbelievably type A. I’m sure you’re wondering what this has to do with “what I’m looking forward to”, but follow me on this rabbit trail.

Earlier this morning, a girl in the office came up to my desk and commented on how I stock the refrigerator. She said it was nice and straight and organized. My mom would be so proud. And I am, too! I think people don’t take enough pride in their work…especially the small things. That being said, (drumroll please)I’ll now bring you to the point.

Sundays.
I look forward to Sundays.
Sundays are a LONG day for me and anyone else here on staff. Most people who join us on Sundays don’t know just how much has to happen or how many people it takes for one service to go right…and we have four! Yesterday, with our county fair, was a 12.5 hour day for me. But once our 6 p.m. service hit, I was overwhelmed by the reason I love this church so much.

I’m in charge of coordinating the First Impressions team. These are the people who hold open the doors for you as you come to worship with us. These are the people who hand you a program or help you make coffee or tell you where you need to go when you’re lost. They all have smiling faces and sweet dispositions. But more than that, they each have a story. They each have a lot of things that are going on or wrong in their life, but they come in and serve. In a lot of ways, I think that this is the easiest way that you can minister or be ministered to. In the same way that people don’t value their work, people forget just what a treasure it is to have someone, anyone, acknowledge you, smile and tell you good morning. Last night I had people coming in through my door saying hello before I could say it to them. I’d like to think it’s because they know how warm and welcoming this church is and feel right at home. It made my heart so happy. Then to turn and see my team smiling, greeting, being helpful…without complaining…there was just so much JOY! It’s contagious!

I had to bring something to our campus pastor Blake’s office earlier today. He asked me if I was having a good day. I said yes, because well…I am! I also said there’s no good reason to have a bad day. And I truly believe that. Do we have them? Clearly. But do we have to give in to them? NO WAY! I choose not to let my emotions get the better of me.

I loved my time at North End so very much. It taught me a lot about who I am and who I should and should not be, but Cross Point is different. I’ve never seen people with SUCH a heart for their community, which doesn’t just mean Nashville or “Cherokee/Sylvan Park”. The people who come here truly want to get involved with each other’s lives and to walk beside each other and then, turn around and help out in the community – with the homeless, with children, with whoever needs a helping hand. I get so much joy out of my job that I don’t want to call it a job. It’s a straight up ministry. I love that, a lot of times, I get challenged just in knowing that I’m the very first person who a new visitor is going to talk to or be greeted by. Their entire view of the church could be skewed because I’m having a bad day and decide to not be nice when I pick up the phone. They could come here one time and be made to feel less than welcome and never come back. That’s on me! What a great reason to make sure my heart is in check! And yes, I do know that some people are not easy to please and that there is nothing that you can do to make them happy…but that doesn’t give me a right to be just as mean or cynical as they are. That was never my calling in life.

So, I look forward to Sundays. Sundays are where my volunteers get to shine and I get to feel so proud of them. Sundays are where I’m challenged by the word and then encouraged by a stranger’s smile. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

And for the record – a few selfish things I’m looking forward to:
– Young Life banquet tonight
– Shopping this weekend (I haven’t shopped in 3 months)
– Bible Study with my amazing girls on Thursday
– Going home in 10 days.
– CHRISTMASSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!


Day 14 — Someone you’ve drifted away from
Day 15 — The person you miss the most
Day 16 — Someone that’s not in your state/country
Day 17 — The place you wish you were from
Day 18 — The person that you wish you could be
Day 19 — Something that makes you different
Day 20 — Your favorite television shows
Day 21 — Someone you judged by their first impression
Day 22 — Your pet peeves
Day 23 — The last person you kissed
Day 24 — The person that gave you your favorite memory
Day 25 — A life changing moment
Day 26 — The last person you made a pinky promise to
Day 27 — The thing you most enjoy doing
Day 28 — Someone that changed your life
Day 29 — Your talent
Day 30 — Your reflection in the mirror

You’re reading part twelve of my 30 (ish) day blog challenge. Here’s what you’ve missed so far:

Day 1 — Your best friend – Rachel
Day 2 — Your vices – Just Read It
Day 3 — Your parents – Barry & Carla
Day 4 — Your siblings – Barry & Daryl
Day 5 — Your dreams – I’ve got lots
Day 6 — Someone that inspires you – Stacey
Day 7 — Your job – Work in progress
Day 8 — Your favorite internet friend you’ve never met – Stephanie
Day 9 — Someone you wish you could meet – George W. Bush
Day 10 — Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to – Alyson
Day 11 — A deceased person you wish you could talk to – Papa Jim

If you meet me and get to know me well enough, you’ll know a few things: 1. I have a short attention span. 2. My mouth moves faster than my brain can think. 3. I’m a passionate fighter. When you learn that I’m Italian (plus a little irish, scottish, english, indian, norwegian, cajun and TEXAN!!….okay, okay…I’m a mutt), my dream vacation should come as no surprise to you. I want to go to Italy.

My whole life I’ve heard stories from my dad and my granny about our Italian family. In the summer of 96, my whole family piled in to our van and drove for two day…yes TWO DAYS…to the tiniest state in the U.S., Rhode Island. For two days, all we heard about was the family and the different types of food. The Texans were headed north…and we had never been further North than Tennessee. It was an experience to say the least. (I loved Virginia, by the way…so pretty.) When we finally got there, our Uncle Cozzy made a barbeque…in honor of the Texans. I was not happy. Our whole family sounded like your atypical northerners. The called my mom “cahlah”, which sounded more like they were calling her collar than Carla. And they couldn’t get enough of my mom’s accent. Everything with her is liiiight and whiiiiite and briiiight…and if you don’t understand that the way it’s typed, call me up. I’ll tell you. Another of my uncles, who I’m gonna call Uncle B for anonymity purposes, I SWEAR is in the mafia. I feel like the mafia is a lot fight club….the first rule of the mafia is you don’t talk about the mafia. And I really don’t know that he is or not…but for the sake of my imagination, he is.

That whole trip and hearing the stories about our family has always made me want to go to the motherland. Although, I hear I’d not be let in to the Ruzzo family property because they don’t know me. (I bet I could weasel my way in…they’d have to love me. I’m family, after all!) And I’ve found the perfect way to go there.

Dear Future Husband,
I know that this may seem a little forward of me, but let’s face it…we both know that I’m the boss here and ain’t nobody happy unless mama’s happy. Well, no, I may not be a mama, but I do think that I should be happy on the first day of the rest of my life. So, let me propose an idea to you! Let’s get married on a hillside in Tuscany. Real simple. Real casual. Just you and me, our parents and the minister. That’s all. We can come back and do all the big reception hooplah after the honeymoon. It’ll be real fun. And if we get bored in Italy (which, is that even possible?!?), we’ll just hop on a train to Paris or get on a plane to London. I mean, I don’t think I’m really asking for much. Do you? Oh, you know I’m gonna win this one anyway. I’ll even let you register for the ridiculous stuff…like a new TV or a Macbook…wait…those actually sound like good gifts. hmm…
lovelovelove,
me

No but seriously…can you imagine…

Excuse me while I go look at flights…


Day 13 — Something you’re looking forward to
Day 14 — Someone you’ve drifted away from
Day 15 — The person you miss the most
Day 16 — Someone that’s not in your state/country
Day 17 — The place you wish you were from
Day 18 — The person that you wish you could be
Day 19 — Something that makes you different
Day 20 — Your favorite television shows
Day 21 — Someone you judged by their first impression
Day 22 — Your pet peeves
Day 23 — The last person you kissed
Day 24 — The person that gave you your favorite memory
Day 25 — A life changing moment
Day 26 — The last person you made a pinky promise to
Day 27 — The thing you most enjoy doing
Day 28 — Someone that changed your life
Day 29 — Your talent
Day 30 — Your reflection in the mirror

You’re reading part eleven of my 30 (ish) day blog challenge. Here’s what you’ve missed so far:

Day 1 — Your best friend – Rachel
Day 2 — Your vices – Just Read It
Day 3 — Your parents – Barry & Carla
Day 4 — Your siblings – Barry & Daryl
Day 5 — Your dreams – I’ve got lots
Day 6 — Someone that inspires you – Stacey
Day 7 — Your job – Work in progress
Day 8 — Your favorite internet friend you’ve never met – Stephanie
Day 9 — Someone you wish you could meet – George W. Bush
Day 10 — Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to – Alyson

One of my dad’s favorite movies is “Field of Dreams”. I never knew why until a few years ago when I finally watched it all the way through.

My middle name comes from my grandfather, Jimmie LaWayne Behannon. My strength, my work-ethic, my eagerness to help others and the way I make friends with ease – these are all the things that I have been told I also get from him. My Papa Jim (that’s what he was called) was a great man. At least, what I know of him was. He was a protective brother. The apple of his mother’s eye. A great friend to all. And a tremendous father. He married my Granny, who was such a fiercely amazing woman, and they had my dad. They did end up divorcing and he married my Grandma Lottie, who was equally as amazing. The stories that I’ve heard over the years have been such a treat. He was “Mr. Everything” in high school: Varsity Quarterback, All-star Basketball player, excelled academically and on and on and on…and he served in the military. He had dad talks with his son and step-son. He never met a stranger. He stood up for his family. He believed in love and God.

I like to think that I was his favorite…being the first granddaughter and all. And no, I have no proof that I was…but I was…I just know it. I still have a stuffed animal that he gave to me. But even more than that, I have the most amazing thing he could ever give me: his name. He left quite a legacy behind him, one that he never got to see. But I know that he is watching us from heaven and is so proud of who I am, even when I’m not. And I know that he looks at my dad and sees so much of himself: a man who puts God and family first, a man who never says no when someone needs him (even if he’s tired, frustrated and feeling burned out), a man who loves his wife without abandon, and a man who strives for a good name because in the end, it’s all we have.

When I finally sat down to watch “Field of Dreams”, I cried like a baby. My whole life I had only seen bits and pieces of it. Surely, you’ve seen it so I won’t be ruining it for you, but the whole story is of Ray Kinsella, a man who builds a baseball field on his farm land in Iowa because he hears a voice telling him “If you build it, he will come”. Old greats of baseball show up once the field is built and play…but as the players are leaving in the last segment, one remains. It’s Ray’s dad…who Ray only remembered as a man worn down by life. So one last time, he gets to play catch with his dad.

I know my dad would move heaven and earth to just be near his dad again. To just to be able to sit at his feet and hear the stories that no one has ever said and hear the tone of his voice and his laugh. And so would I. Although I’ll never remember, I know he loved me. And I am so proud to carry on his good name.


Day 12 — Your dream vacation
Day 13 — Something you’re looking forward to
Day 14 — Someone you’ve drifted away from
Day 15 — The person you miss the most
Day 16 — Someone that’s not in your state/country
Day 17 — The place you wish you were from
Day 18 — The person that you wish you could be
Day 19 — Something that makes you different
Day 20 — Your favorite television shows
Day 21 — Someone you judged by their first impression
Day 22 — Your pet peeves
Day 23 — The last person you kissed
Day 24 — The person that gave you your favorite memory
Day 25 — A life changing moment
Day 26 — The last person you made a pinky promise to
Day 27 — The thing you most enjoy doing
Day 28 — Someone that changed your life
Day 29 — Your talent
Day 30 — Your reflection in the mirror

You’re reading part ten of my 30 (ish) day blog challenge. Here’s what you’ve missed so far:

Day 1 — Your best friend – Rachel
Day 2 — Your vices – Just Read It
Day 3 — Your parents – Barry & Carla
Day 4 — Your siblings – Barry & Daryl
Day 5 — Your dreams – I’ve got lots
Day 6 — Someone that inspires you – Stacey
Day 7 — Your job – Work in progress
Day 8 — Your favorite internet friend you’ve never met – Stephanie
Day 9 — Someone you wish you could meet – George W. Bush

A long time ago, in a state about 12 hours from here, I spent my later high school years really getting involved with music and music business. Through one of my (at the time) favorite artists, I made a bunch of really great friends. People that I’m still friends with today. They live all across the country and I still get to talk to a bunch of them. We’ve traveled to visit each other and done the most amazing things together. We’ve watched each other grow and change and succeed. Some of them have even moved here to Nashville. But I don’t get to see them as much as I should. My favorite of them, being the most fashionable friend I have, Alyson.

It has been so neat to know her and to see the changes that she has made. Each day, I get to read about a new version of who she is…and I love that. Alyson is a fellow Texan, which just makes me love her even more. Before we both moved here, we went to a lot of the same concerts and I was blessed to get to know her and her family (and seriously, I love her family…they’re so quirky and cool, and she’s just the same).

I’ve loved all the times that I’ve been able to spend with her. There’s never a shortage of laughter or silliness, which is something I think everyone needs a little more of in their lives. Whether its posting Amy Grant pictures all over a friend’s living room, getting hit on by an Irish man on 6th street in Austin, getting pulled over by a Texas State Trooper on the way to Dallas, or just sitting at one of the best coffee shops ever (common grounds), we’ve always had a good time.

Alyson moved here not too long before I moved back home and over the past couple of years, I haven’t seen or talked to her as much as I would’ve liked to. Her fashion blog, which you can find here has been so inspiring. She knows how to make you feel comfortable not only in your own clothes, but in your own skin…all because she’s so vulnerable with her readers.

One of my favorite things she’s doing, and I’m not brave enough to do myself, is her year without shopping. I know, right?! Since November of 2009, she has not purchased a single item of clothing (accessories and shoes were not counted because she feels like she doesn’t usually go off on a spending spree on those things). This decision, in my opinion, has completely changed the way her blog is read. She’s able to showcase some amazing pieces that are handcrafted by herself or donated by other fashion bloggers and show how to truly make that “skirt that’s been in the back of your closet forever because you just can’t figure out how to wear it” work! I’ve been keeping up with her closely and can say that while I’ve seen a few repeat pieces, I don’t think I’ve seen a repeat outfit. That is crazy to me! I can barely go a week without wearing the same thing because I always pass on the stuff that I can’t figure out.

Her blog has garnered her with attention, as well! She was mentioned in ReadyMade magazine and she wrote a really great guest post for Twitch Vintage. I think the best thing about her blog is just how relatable it is. I mean, what girl hasn’t had buyer’s remorse after a shopping spree she really shouldn’t have done? Who hasn’t looked at their closet and thought I have NOTHING to wear while looking at a closet that some people would kill for? It’s such a joy to see someone to step forward to say and do what no one else is brave enough to say or do.

I applaud her. But more than that, I miss her! So, Alyson, if you happen to read this, let’s get together soon. I’d really love to talk to you about how this year has been for you…and about other things. I’d also love to give you a little treat on November 16th to celebrate your year without shopping…but we’ll talk about that when we’re able to spend some time hanging out.

Now GO! Read her blog! I promise you won’t be disappointed.


Day 11 — A deceased person you wish you could talk to
Day 12 — Your dream vacation
Day 13 — Something you’re looking forward to
Day 14 — Someone you’ve drifted away from
Day 15 — The person you miss the most
Day 16 — Someone that’s not in your state/country
Day 17 — The place you wish you were from
Day 18 — The person that you wish you could be
Day 19 — Something that makes you different
Day 20 — Your favorite television shows
Day 21 — Someone you judged by their first impression
Day 22 — Your pet peeves
Day 23 — The last person you kissed
Day 24 — The person that gave you your favorite memory
Day 25 — A life changing moment
Day 26 — The last person you made a pinky promise to
Day 27 — The thing you most enjoy doing
Day 28 — Someone that changed your life
Day 29 — Your talent
Day 30 — Your reflection in the mirror

You’re reading part nine of my 30 (ish) day blog challenge. Here’s what you’ve missed so far:

Day 1 — Your best friend – Rachel
Day 2 — Your vices – Just Read It
Day 3 — Your parents – Barry & Carla
Day 4 — Your siblings – Barry & Daryl
Day 5 — Your dreams – I’ve got lots
Day 6 — Someone that inspires you – Stacey
Day 7 — Your job – Work in progress
Day 8 — Your favorite internet friend you’ve never met – Stephanie

I’m from Texas. I’m SO from Texas. And there are a lot of other really cool people from Texas. Plenty to meet, which may make you wonder why I’ve chosen this next person as the one I’d like to meet. But, I did. And I stand by my choice.

George W. Bush.

I would love to sit down with him and just hear anything and everything that he has to say. He was drug through the ringer for no reason. I know that Al Gore couldn’t have handled 9/11 and John Kerry couldn’t have handled hurricane season 2005. I wish he were STILL president. I think people don’t realize how good we actually had it. I miss when the president didn’t think he was a celebrity. I miss when the president stopped promising and campaigning and actually took to action. I miss having some sort of faith in my nation’s leaders and I miss having someone in office who actually respected the soldiers and their daily sacrifices.

I bet he sits at the ranch in Crawford and just thinks:


Day 10 — Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to
Day 11 — A deceased person you wish you could talk to
Day 12 — Your dream vacation
Day 13 — Something you’re looking forward to
Day 14 — Someone you’ve drifted away from
Day 15 — The person you miss the most
Day 16 — Someone that’s not in your state/country
Day 17 — The place you wish you were from
Day 18 — The person that you wish you could be
Day 19 — Something that makes you different
Day 20 — Your favorite television shows
Day 21 — Someone you judged by their first impression
Day 22 — Your pet peeves
Day 23 — The last person you kissed
Day 24 — The person that gave you your favorite memory
Day 25 — A life changing moment
Day 26 — The last person you made a pinky promise to
Day 27 — The thing you most enjoy doing
Day 28 — Someone that changed your life
Day 29 — Your talent
Day 30 — Your reflection in the mirror

little birdy told me…

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