When to give up

When to give up.

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There becomes a breaking point.

Sometimes when you're with someone, you get caught up in them, and your life begins to revolve around them. When it's you that's caught up, you don't even realize it. But when it's your friends that are caught up in their boyfriend or girlfriend, it can get irritating. My friends and I all used to be really close. We were always together having sleepovers or just doing whatever. Well, now all of us have our own and everyone is caught up in their boyfriends. Whenever you try to hang out, the other one doesn't want to because they want to be with their boyfriend. I understand that, but in my previous relationship, I was caught up in him and then one day I wasn't allowed to see him anymore. When I wanted to see my friends again, they were all too busy for me.
Now, I'm talking to someone new, and he actually treats me well. But, my best friends boyfriend is treating her badly and talking to other girls. She wants to hangout, so I make time for her around the time I spend with this new guy. I try to be there for her, but it kind of irritates me that when I was breaking up with my boyfriend she wasn't there for me. She was too busy with her boyfriend. I  try not to get too caught up in this new guy, but I have the most fun when I'm with him and he makes me the happiest. He treats me so much better than my ex. He actually gives me attention and talks to me. He lets me drive his big truck too!
I thought I was happy in my past relationship, but after this new boy, I realize how much happier I can be. I hope nothing bad happens to us because I don't know what I'll do. I'm really happy.

The Stick In My Foot....

Remember the day we had a snow day, but it was really like a rain day? It was really icy, and really nasty. Well that day just did not go well. My dad had to stay home from work because our garage decided to collect water. Well when that happened, it got up far enough to come through under the walls and into the basement.. Talk about scary. Only one carpet got ruined, so that was good. Then, that night, my dad wanted me to go get sand with him, but I wanted my mom to switch my phone over, because I dropped mine in the toilet. Oh yeah, I dropped my phone in the toilet that day too. Cute. It was in three pieces in the flushing toilet.

Back to my story, mom was yelling at me to go get sand with dad, I was yelling at her to do my phone, and my dad was quietly standing there. I had no socks on so I ran down to my bedroom to get socks. I found them, tried putting one on and then I lost my balance. When I lost my balance, I stepped down real quick and stepped onto a skewer. Like a shish kabob stick. Don't know why it was on my floor, or how it got there. Well, it did. AND it went into my foot about two inches. Sweeeeet.

I tried to pull it out, mind you I was downstairs in my room alone. So I tugged on it, it wasn't coming out. I crawled up the stairs crying and mom finally decided to love me and ask what's wrong. I lifted up my foot and she almost fell off her chair. She was yelling at me telling me I had to pull it out, I was yelling telling her I couldn't, and then I decided I needed to do something. So I pulled and pulled and it didn't even budge.

My mom yelled out to my dad who had gone outside to get buckets for the sand. He came up and did just about the same thing. He seemed to think HE was going to pull this thing out of my foot. I think NOT. So we had to go to the Emergency Room.

I had to ride a half an hour to Ellsworth on Route 1 which is like bump city, WITH A STICK IN MY FOOT! We got there, I limped inside, and when the people saw it they immediately put me in a wheel chair and wheeled me to Room 15.

All the nurses and doctors in there came in to look and all had the same impression. Well, my mom works at the hospital in Ellsworth so she knows a lot of the doctors. In fact, she works for a foot doctor. How cute. Well the nurse that was on my chart decided she thought it would be a good idea to ask me if I jumped on it. Really lady? You think I'd just go running around jumping on sticks? Good one. She happens to be the nurse my mom calls an idiot.

They numbed my foot with a gel, took me to X-ray to see how far in my foot it was, and then brought me back. Right away the X-rays came out and they couldn't tell how far it was in, or if it had broken off in my foot. So at this point, they decided they needed to put a needle in my foot and shoot Lidocane as far as they could into my foot until I told them I couldn't feel it. While that happened, I had Eric next to me holding my hand, and I had my head buried in his arm so I couldn't see the needle.

The doctor, who was incredibly hot, my mom even said so, started asking me questions like where I was from, what sports I play, and then the nurse said it was out. It came out all in one piece, very clean. Phew, I knew I didn't have to have surgery, and I was so relieved I never even felt it. I didn't feel him pull or anything.

After it was out, the X-ray tech that took my X-rays, came to the door, stuck his tongue out, and walked away. He was the best. The nurse was cleaning me up and squirting some stuff in the hole, and asked the doctor if it was in there and he said he had to pull hard. You could tell on the skewer how far in it was. A solid two inches. They were all so surprised it didn't hit a bone or anything, I'm good. It healed up within a week, and now you can't even tell it happened! I kind of wish I had a battle scar though so I could say something crazier happened.

My Mom, My Best Friend.

I know I've already blogged about my parents before, but I'm going to talk a little about my mom.


To start, she is THE strongest woman I've ever met in my life. Even when she's having a rough day with me, she puts my needs before hers. She's the best parent I've ever known. I never mind helping her out because my dad's not home until 11 at night, so I know she could use the help. We make a great team.


We have our girls days every four weeks. We go get our hair done, go shopping, then we go get groceries and the things we actually have to buy, not what we think we can't live without.
She is a badass woman, I tell you what. She doesn't need anyone in her life who isn't going to benefit her. She knows how strong she is and how independent. Two traits I wish I could figure out myself.


When someone is on her nerves, she knows when to walk away. She knows that talking when she's mad will get her nowhere fast. She works in the hospital in Ellsworth, and she always says "Never send an E-mail when you're mad." She says that's the worst thing you can do, because you can never take it back.


I know that when I need advice, I can always go to her to talk. If I need something that's really important, she will work her hardest to get me that one thing. No matter what. Also, she treats me with tough love. She loves me, and she proves it to me, but she wants me to work for what I get. She doesn't want me to be one of those kids that "mooches" off their parents for their entire life. She wants me to make something of myself, and she wants me to work hard at it. She expects me to have good grades, because I'm capable of it. And the best part is when I get a good grade on something and I tell her, she tells me how proud of me she is. Sometimes she will even reward me when we have our girls days.




21 reasons your mom is the best friend ever

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My Papa

Grandparents are the best. They are the ones that give you a treat, even if you just misbehaved. They will walk to the end of the earth for you, give you a penny even if it's their last. You are their universe.

One night last April my family were all headed to bed, but my dad got a call from my grandmother. I knew it wasn't good because she never calls at 9 at night. She called to say that papa fell and hit his head. The ambulance was on it's way to get him and that my dad needed to call his two sisters to tell them because she was going to drive her van to the hospital. Freaking out, he did that while I called my cousin, and told her that we needed to go to the hospital. She lives right down to road so he came over and we raced up to the hospital. We got there so fast that we saw him getting off the ambulance on a stretcher. That was really upsetting.

My papa has COPD, he has blood clots in his lungs, diabetes, and had a heart attack.

When he was in the kitchen that night he was putting his medicine in his little weekly container thing. He lost his balance while he was doing that and fell to the ground. He is a 67 year old, 285 pound, 6'4" man. When he falls, he is bound to fall hard. Well when he did, his head broke his fall and caused bleeding in his brain. This classifies as a stroke. 

On top of all of this, he had been an "alcoholic" for 25 years. Not like an incoherent alcoholic, he just had a drink or two every day, and when you do that your body gets used to it. When your body doesn't get that drink or two every day, it misses it and then has withdrawls. 

Knowing he might have withdrawls, the hospital put him on Fenobarbotol, which is an anti-seizure medicine. The Fenobarbotol could make his blood thicken, giving him blood clots, so they put him on Cumidin, a blood thinner. BUT, with the brain bleed, the blood thinner could make it worse. So he was watched very closely. He was in the hospital for two weeks. They told us that if he did have a seizure from the withdrawls, he wouldn't make it. 

Wait, you mean to tell me that my Papa, my superhero, the man who couldn't get hurt and wouldn't ever die in my lifetime, could DIE? He could be ripped from my hands and I'd have to say goodbye? Oh, okay... Well..



I did a lot of screaming and crying, threw a lot of fists at absolutely nothing, ignored the hugs from my boyfriend who was only there to support me. I felt alone in this huge world, full of people that were going through the same thing right there with me. It's amazing what pain can do to you. 

A year later now, he is around 240 pounds, and hasn't had a sip of alcohol since the day he fell a year ago. He has a cane, and he cruises around on that cane. He now climbs the 13 stairs at my house to come see us, which he was incapable of doing. And on top of that all, he is the happiest I have ever seen him. 

Knowing all of this, and looking back at it, I don't know where I would be without him. He has taught me some silly things and some serious things. That's my grandfather, and he is my hero. The day I lose him from my life, will be a day to remember and regret. I love you papa, with everything.

My Sweet Macie.

Have you ever had a best friend you couldn't possibly be mad at because he/she was the best thing in the world? I have one, but she is my cat. I know, that's stupid and you shouldn't get attached to animals so much because they don't live as long. BUT, this cat has been mine and only mine since I got her in 5th grade.


As soon as I brought her home she was in my arms and didn't leave. She sleeps with me every night, and always has. If I'm crying in my bed, she jumps up and gives me the best kisses, and even spoons with me. She likes to be the little spoon. :) She's the cutest. And on top of that, she falls asleep before me at night and SNORES. How annoying!

She is my alarm clock in the morning too. She knows now that at 6 she needs to get in my face and lick me to wake me up, then entertain me until Eric calls to say good morning. She is so smart! 

Macie stays downstairs a lot because our other cat, well kitten, Rocky, tries to play with her but he plays too rough. She just likes to hang out and sleep.


She's 25 pounds, and she's perfect! Also, she knows when it's bed time and she will come upstairs and fight with Rocky until I'm ready for bed. She likes to race down the stairs... She's kinda crazy. When I get up in the morning, she rolls over onto my spot because it's warm, and sleeps while I'm in the shower. When I get out and go to do my make-up in my room, she likes to sit on a blanket I had to put on the floor so she could lay next to me. She's my princess. 

This is my little Princess, Macie. <3

And this is the little Prince himself, Rocky 

One night she couldn't get close enough so she slept just like this! 

Parents

     I feel like you always have one parent that you are closer to. That one parent you go to first if you messed up, or if you have a problem, or if you want money. For me, my mom is that person. My dad and I don't have the best relationship, we never see eye to eye unless it's about hunting or softball.


Some days I feel like he only ever wants anything to do with me when he can tell me I'm doing something wrong, or to ask me if my room is clean. He wants me to respect him, but it's so hard when half the time he is intoxicated. One of my biggest pet peeves is when someone is constantly drinking. I know, I know, you are supposed to respect adults, but how do I respect someone that doesn't have respect for me?


And then there are the times like recently my dad found a car he thought I'd like and one day got a loan for me so I could pay it off. He has always said that no matter what, he wouldn't pay for my gas but he would pay for my insurance, and help me some with paying for my car. Well, two weeks ago I got my car and I have got gas twice, both times filling it from half. Both times my parents have wanted to pay for my gas. Well, I don't have a job until April so it's hard to say no. 

   
 Taking money from my parents is one of the hardest things for me. I feel guilty. I know there are parents who buy their kids vehicles, or whatever they want. That's fine, and I don't mind that or think of you differently because they are spoiled, I just don't get that. I feel bad when my parents pay for my gas. On Sunday, my mom wanted to pay for my gas because it had gone up and she didn't want me to spend my gas money. GAS-MONEY is there for a reason, but god love her.. She is the best.

On our way to Florida, very excited. She's crazy :) 

                                       

Perfect explanation of our relationship. This summer <3