well....

Well, today we got back to Pittsburgh from our trip home, which was a lot of fun. We got to see friends, meet a ridiculously adorable baby (Naomi), hang out with Sam, and be with family. It's always funny though, because being in town for about 4 days, reminds us how bored we were when we lived there! Our nightly options included, bowling, or a $10.50 movie. I'm def. happy to live somewhere that there are always things going on. With the New Year, I have a pretty standard goal and its just to lose weight. I just want to be more healthy.... which I think everyone says that in the turn of a new year, but I really mean it. So, I figure now that I tell the small group of people that read this, maybe it will motivate me to actually do it, to avoid looking stupid. ha. Well, anways.... thats life. The dog is good, cats are still rude, and we're doing great...

drama.

so for all of those who are hearing untruthful things about me. heres a clue, they're not true. heres the story, because i dont want to tell a million people the same thing. heres the whole story, condensed. i invited someone to move into my home, who was my friends boyfriend, for a few different reasons. we just moved into a place with increased rent, he was my friends boyfriend, and because i knew he would have to sign a lease somewhere else, and wanted to be sure that he wouldnt get stuck in one if being in pittsburgh didn't work out. (i know how it feels to end up with bad credit). anyways, he pays his rent the first month, things are great. buys groceries, cleans, does his part. then my friend comes to me and says that he is struggling with money, and wont have november rent on time. i think, no big deal, a week or 2 late, its cool. well a month and 2 weeks later, still no rent, for the previous or current month. so.... for purely economical reasons, tell him he needs to leave. all things aside, he was buying his own household goods, but was depleting groceries, and not chipping in for them and not paying rent, so i asked him to leave, and gave him 10 days to find a place to go (or move back in with his parents). i figured my friend would now hate me, so i avoided them both for the next about 1o days, until he approached me about the fact that he/her could not find money that thought they had left in his room, and that a box in his room full of cloths were wet? well, i never ever go in his room when he isnt here, and told him that i had no idea where he keeps his money, and since it has been raining for weeks, maybe we had some sort of leak. he then posts to every one of our mutual friends, that i "cant be trusted". he is 100% sure i am a thief and that i " wet " his cloths with water. neither of which make sense, because.... if i wanted money, why would i have let him live here rent free, and if i wanted to piss him off, i would have put his stuff on the sidewalk, not sprinkled it with water. so, just to be clear. i am not a thief, i am a grown adult, who has been living on my own, married, with a life of my own and would not steal from anyone, its ridiculous to even be accused of such a thing. and i am far too malicious to pour water on someones cloths packed in a box, because that wouldn't really bother me too much. i work full time and go to school full time, so quite frankly i dont have time for this, this is just me explaining myself to those who know the situation and/or are hearing ridiculous things about me. there not true. but if you do believe them, we probably weren't good friends to begin with, so think away.

to my real friends, i miss you to death. if i could live closer than a 100 miles to more than one of you, my days would go a lot smoother.

for those of you who don't know this situation, be glad.

well blogging. its been awhile. i just have been thinking a lot lately. about how great life is. i feel like i should just write it down. i see these tv shows where when things seem to be great, there is always this twist, this horrible thing that happens to people when they get really happy.... i really feel like sometimes i sit around and wait for it to hit me. growing up, it was hard to find light most days. then i found brent, or should i say finally got brent to notice me, right when i felt like things couldn't really get much worse. and he just swept me up. i saw him for years, this gorgeous blue eyed, blonde haired boy, who just seemed like he was in his own little world, and then once i actually got to know him, i just knew. i knew he was the one for me. it sounds so ridiculous, but has kept me grounded. we had our tough times, learning to put each other first and letting things fall into place, but once we worked out the kinks, nothing could beat what we have. here i sit down in front of our third christmas tree, in our third city we have lived in since we have been married, and i know that this is where i am exactly supposed to be. with someone who accepts the facts that i cry when people hit squirrels, and takes injured ducks to wildlife shelters instead of going to the beach. i have someone who wants to see the world, and meet everyone... its just i know so many people who think we're crazy for being married and moving everywhere, and i think there crazy, for wasting their life being so normal. if there is one thing i do well, it's living with no regrets, going with my instincts and experiencing all i can. and thankfully, i do that with my best friend.

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well i have contemplated starting blogging again for awhile now, but i say this all the time so here goes. maybe it will last.

I like to number things... it makes me feel organized.

1. I think I am only blogging because i hate homework. and because i don't want to clean my house.

2. I am bored with Gettysburg. I think I have seen all I want to for now... its time for a move.

3.I have given up on trying to make new friends. Turns out, "good" friends don't come around too often. Granted I have a lot of "associations" and people I would hang out with, but as far as... do or die, tell everything to, secret keeping friends. I'm just not in the market. I really think you only get a few of those in your lifetime, and I have mine. Brent, Sam, Brandon, and Brent will always be "those" friends that no matter how much time or space keeps us all apart we all have a bond that is unbreakable. Throughout all the petty stuff, its always been us and I think it always will be just them for me.

4. Winter break is over and its back to school after a 7 week vacation, not too excited about that one. I have a fullll plate this coming semester.

Random ending note of the day--- I always see people post things on facebook to try and remove different groups of facebook because there "insulting" or "degrading", but heres my opinion. The only reason these groups exist is the same reason the "good" groups exist, freedom of speech. For example, there is a group out there called "F*&% the troops," of course these people are uneducated and ignorant but telling them can't voice there opinion is the opposite of what are troops fight for. Troops defend peoples rights and telling someone they can't have an opinion would be the same as saying "people can only speak positively" about our government. And controlling what a group of people say is a modern element of communism, and we aren't communists so people just need to understand that good can't exist without opposition. Because without opposition what would define good?