The Judds- Grandpa (Tell Me ’bout the Good Old Days)

Tell me ’bout the good old days.
Sometimes it feels like
This world’s gone crazy.
Grandpa, take me back to yesterday,
Where the line between right and wrong
Didn’t seem so hazy.

Did lovers really fall in love to stay
Stand beside each other come what may
was a promise really something people kept,
Not just something they would say
Did families really bow their heads to pray
Did daddies really never go away
Whoa oh Grandpa,
Tell me ’bout the good old days.

[musical interlude]

Everything is changing fast.
We call it progress,
But I just don’t know.
And Grandpa, let’s wonder back into the past,
And paint me a picture of long ago.

Did lovers really fall in love to stay
Stand beside each other come what may
Was a promise really something people kept,
Not just something they would say and then forget
Did families really bow their heads to pray
Did daddies really never go away
Whoa oh Grandpa,
Tell me ’bout the good old days.

Whoa oh Grandpa,
Tell me ’bout the good ole days. (

To the Future Holder of My Heart,


A few things about romance annoy me. PDA. Emotion. Commitment. Not only do they annoy me, they frustrate me. Even worse-they scare me.

In my group of friends I was the last to experience everything. The last to express my feelings about a high school crush. The last to go on a first date, and the last to actually be in a relationship. The last to be kissed for the first time.

Yes, I am ill experienced, and after one short failure of a “relationship” I have reentered the world of singletons. My previous endeavor allowed me to see myself from a different perspective. It helped me to realize how wrong the person was for me.

It’s hard to say what I want out of a relationship. Sometimes I hope for a special, romantic gesture. Most of the time I just want companionship, a shoulder to lean on, protection.

I have seen the movies and television shows, heard the songs, read the books, and been exposed to personal testimonies.

To say that love does not matter to me would be a lie. To say that I do not understand it is the honest truth.

(I reserve the right to know what I want…)

I want to be kissed. Hello and goodbye.

I want to be held. Every morning, before the day starts. Every night too.

I want to be pushed. To the limit. To my breaking point. I will not budge unless I am forced.

I want to be understood. I am quiet and will probably remain primarily introverted.

I want to be spoiled. Not necessarily with money and material, but emotionally.

                                    (and to be picky…)

I want confidence. Someone who won’t leave it all up to me, and can take control.

I want protected. Stood up for, and defended.

I want loyalty. I can be yours and you can be mine.

I want honesty. Trusting and trustworthy.

This will continue to grow and evolve with my changing heart and mind. It is important to recognize these so that in the future, I can be happy.

Is it selfish to have specific wants? What is the most important?

Beauty Sketches

Beauty Sketches

Ladies, take a few moments  to watch this.

Growing up I always looked in the mirror and saw the small, unnoticeable things. Once I got into high school, I stopped caring.

It isn’t about how you look on the outside. (what a cliché)

When I look in the mirror I see what I love, which is everything. I tell myself the positive. I love being me, because no one else can.

If you use a mirror during your day do me a favor: Every time you see your reflection, find the beauty in yourself. You are a unique combination of the two human beings who brought you into this world. There is not another you. 

Your hair? Amazing. Eyes? Stunning. Smile? Breathtaking.

today was a good one

I’ve recently been “promoted” at work which is basically just a title and a small pay raise. I’ll take it.

Today I had to leave a shift early to drive out to our corporate offices for a training session.

With the way I am, nerves came easily. I’m usually anxious about doing anything new and out of my comfort zone.

In the end it became a good experience and even made me feel great about what I do at work, even if most people see my job as a one fit for a high-schooler.

The reason the trip was so nice was because of the woman that went with me. She is older, but you wouldn’t guess her age correctly even if you tried. There is a youthful spirit about her.

We talked the entire way there and back and had a wonderful time. One of the greatest things about this woman that I’ve known all of three weeks is that she rains positivity, and preaches it often too.

I hope to God that I can remain confident in myself as I am today and pass on positivity throughout my life. It all counts.

I’d like to extend a hand out to anyone who is feeling vulnerable, alone, or self-conscious. Even to those who are just down-right happy about their lives, tell me why life is so great!

Share your stories with me. If you would like to request that I post them anonymously and give my thoughts on whatever you may need, just say the words.

Love yourself. Trust others. Live till the end.

Choose Happiness

Yes, life has it’s moments: sad, exciting, depressing, frustrating, glorious-All life changing

If there is one thing I’ve learn in 20 years, it is that you have to be independent. Never count on anyone else. Accept everyone and everything around you, whether you love or hate it/he/she.

You are aloud to feel anger and sadness. You’d be less human if you didn’t.

Let yourself fall so that you can learn to fly higher.

Choose to live, and choose happiness. Smile.