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Day 28: This modern love is not enough (what is your love language)

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I love love languages. I make it my personal mission to figure out everyone’s love language. Mostly because I’m just curious, but partly so that I know how to love that person. If I’m being honest, I’m probably still going to love them with my love language, but I’ll at least be aware of theirs.

My love language is touch. Which is the most obvious thing in the world once you’ve spent any amount of time with me. It’s the way I show love and the way I receive love.

If I’m not being touched, I don’t feel loved. That makes it really rough to live out in SoCal while my family and best friends live in the midwest. I know that I’m being loved, but it’s hard for me to really feel loved. It’s nothing that is their fault, it’s just the way I’m hardwired. Hugs are my favorite thing. I love hugs. But really most any kind of touch will do. When I’m watching TV or movies with people I want to sit right next to them (I am totally a cuddler) . When I’m walking with someone I want to link arms with them, or walk rightnextothem. When I’m talking to someone I will touch them. I just want to be close to people. Literally.

And I am forever analyzing what each touch means. That part is kind of obnoxious because most people don’t think about their touches, so they just do things offhandedly that I will spend hours trying to analyze.

I feel like touch is a dangerous love language to have. I feel like I sometimes offend people when I hug them or touch them, because some people are just not touchy people.  Which is rough for me because I’m just trying to love them, when in reality I’m making them uncomfortable. Case in point: my best friend in the whole world is not a very touchy person, which is strange for me. Sometimes I forget that about her because now that we are bffffs she has warmed up to the fact that I’m going to sit right next to her, or walk as close as humanly possible to her, or that I’m going to hug her…constantly (or she’s given up trying to fight it). But in the beginning I’m sure it was weird for her.

Perfect example of mine and Tara’s relationship (me, of course, being the black cat).

My second love language is quality time. I just like to be with the people that I love (preferably in close proximity). And I am an introvert, so generally I like to be alone. So you know I love you when I want to just spend time with you.  I can receive love by acts of service. I don’t really show love that way, but I “feel appreciated” when people offer to help me with things, or do things for me.  I will often preform acts of service even if I don’t love you, just out of kindness, so it’s not really a way I show love.

I feel awkward when I receive gifts. I’d much rather you spend the day with me, or give me a hug than buy me a gift. I do, however, like to give gifts. So I guess gifts are a way that I can show love, but not really a way I receive it. Which is sort of a double standard, but that’s just how I roll.

Words of affirmation is the one way that I don’t really receive or show love. I just feel so awkward. If someone give me words of affirmation, I automatically feel obligated to say something kind to them or complement them, or I shoot it down. Either way, I feel awkward and don’t really receive the love in the way I’m sure they are trying to show it. Words of affirmation are just not my thing..

Most of the time people are aware of their love language. You know yourself well enough to know if you’re a touchy person, or if you like to give and receive gifts, but incase you are curious about what your “official love language” is, take the test here.

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Day 27: Your body is a wonderland (what is your favorite part of your body and why)

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You know, not to sound like I’m full of myself, but I’m not exactly unhappy with my body. Generally speaking. I mean, yes, I’d like my stomach to be flatter, and I’d like my abs to be more firm (read: I’d like my abs to exist). And maybe I’d like my thighs to be a bit thinner, but I could be in a lot worse shape.  Especially considering the way I treat my body. As I’ve discussed before I don’t exactly eat healthy things. Sugar and carbs are my favorite foods. I also don’t really work out, and by “don’t really work out,” I mean I’m lazy as all get out. So all things considered, I’m not too displeased.

The cliche thing to say is that my favorite part of my body is my eyes, you know they are the windows to the soul (just to finish out the cliche). And that would be partly true. I used to hate them when I was younger. I wanted blue eyes. All the pretty girls in movies and in school had blue eyes. And my sister had beautiful dark brown eyes..and mine were plain and brownish. Who wants brownish eyes? That being said, I’m still not a huge fan of the color of my eyes, but I don’t hate it. Though there is nothing spectacular about the color, I have learned that my eyes are generally the most expressive part of me. And that is sometimes a good and a bad thing. It’s good because I can often times get my point across without too much difficulty, they also sometimes help me get what I want. But, it’s a bad thing because sometimes they are too expressive when I want my thoughts to remain relatively secret.

I’m also a fan of my collar bone. I just like that I have one and it’s in once piece. And that I can feel it. Oddly enough, it’s where my hand automatically goes whenever I’m: thinking, embarrassed, “flirting” (let’s be real here, I’m a terrible “flirter” so I’m not even sure it can be categorized as such), scared, sad, or really just anytime I don’t know what to do with my hands. It’s like how most guys use the back of their neck, their hand just automatically go there for some reason (yeah, I’ve caught on, boys).

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Day 26: Waiting on the world to change (what popular notion do you think your country has most wrong)

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I think America gets a lot of things wrong. In fact, I sometimes think we gets more things wrong than we get right.

We get the concept of beauty wrong. We get the concept of love and marriage wrong. We often get the concept of freedom wrong.

I’m not sure if this counts as a popular notion, but it’s something that most people in America do that I think is wrong. Fighting hate with hate. I feel like using the term hate is a bit extreme, but that’s the term I’m going use. People only seem to believe in freedom when it benefits them.

Listen, you are not going to change people by telling them that their beliefs are stupid and wrong and yours are right. “Hey, so-and-so hates us, let’s hate them back. That will fix the problem!” Dumbest concept ever.

The most recent example I can think of that deals with something like this is it that stupid Chic-Fil-A disaster. I get so mad when I think about it. I get angry to the point where I stop making sense and my thoughts are just a jumble of incoherent ramblings. So, sorry in advance.

And, before I even start the ramblings, for the record, I’m not siding with either camp.

You say it’s not right for the owner of Chic-Fil-A to speak out against the LGBT community. But you know what, that is his right as a free American to believe and do whatever he wants. So, you don’t agree with him? Fine, that is your right. If he wants to give money to groups who are against LGBTs, that’s his right. Just as it’s your right to support the LGBT community in whatever way you desire. You think he’s committing a hate crime based on his religious beliefs, so you’re going to boycott him, and bash him..because that’ll teach him to not hate. He’s definitely going to see things your way after that. I feel like the owner of Chic-Fil-A was also the victim of a hate crime. People discriminated against him because of his religious beliefs, which to me is the same as discriminating based on sexual preference. As far as I’m concerned supporters of both parties handled things the wrong way. I’m not taking sides in this whole debacle because I think everyone is wrong for the way they acted.

People who I know to be good, kind, Christians became haters, and not the goofy kind of haters we hear rappers sing about. Proudly plastering things like “GOING TO CHIC-FIL-A TODAY!” on your facebook during such a sensitive time was like blatantly telling the LGBT community “HEY, WE HATE YOU!” While I’m fairly certain that’s not what many people were trying to do, given the circumstances, that’s how it came across. And if it came across that way to me, someone who, as a Christian, is predisposition to side with you, think of how it came off to the actual LGBT community. And the people who were proudly plastering “BOYCOTT CHIC-FIL-A!” were basically saying “HEY, WE HATE YOU!” to the Christian and conservative community.

Because we live in America, everyone is entitled to believe whatever they want. Everyone can have their own opinions, it’s part of the joy of being free. People need to remember that while they’re hating each other because they don’t see eye to eye on every issue. The reason we can have conflicting opinions is because we are free. Would you rather we all be forced to believe the same thing? If you start to take away our freedoms…we start to become communists. And I don’t think anybody wants that. So maybe we should try to get along?

This fighting hate with hate thing also sometimes pops up in other countries, too. In things such as wars. “Hey, they don’t believe what we do. Let’s drop some bombs on them, and then they will see things our way.”  Yes, I will agree that sometimes war is necessary (um, hello Holocaust), but usually it’s probably not.

Fighting hate with hate is never the way to solve problems. It’s never going to work. It’s only going to create more problems and more bad blood.

[P.s. sorry if none of that makes sense. Like my disclaimer from before, I tend to get worked up about some stuff. And then it tends to become a jumbled mess. I’m not even sure if this blog fits with the topic of the day, but it’s going to have to stay because I’m too worked up about this to come up with anything else.]

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Day 25: If you could have dinner with anyone in history, who would it be and what would you eat?

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Anyone in the history of ever. This is an interesting question. Can it be people who are alive now? Because there are people alive now who are “in history.” People like Michael Phelps, who I would have dinner with (at Subway) so he could give me Ryan Lochte’s number. Or there is Prince Harry, who is part of the British Royal line, so he’s technically already “in history.” I’d totally have dinner with him.

Or, the person I’d probably for sure choose, Taylor Swift. She is definitely “in history.” For a lot of reasons. I’d definitely have dinner with T-Swift. Because I’m pretty sure that after just one meal together we’d be best friends. No joke. We are the same person. So one dinner I’m sure would lead to many more, and also some lunches, and sleepovers. And then she would write songs about my life. And I would be a part of her entourage. And it would be fantastic for many, many reasons. We would probably eat a lot of good homemade comfort food, because I bet she loves comfort food as much as me (just a hunch). And then we’d definitely eat some baked goods.

 

If it has to be someone from history who is no longer alive, I’m not sure who I’d pick. It changes all the time. It all depends on my mood at the time, and what I happened to be interested in on any given day.

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Day 24: We are family. (describe your family dynamic of your childhood vs. now)

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Are we talking immediate family, or does this include extended family? Because those are four, possibly six different dynamics.

This question maker lady needs to start getting more specific on things.

I think this question is a little hard because there is no clear change of dynamic. It’s not like there’s a dramatic change between my family dynamic from when I was a child to what it is now. It’s not like I have my own family or anything. Things are different now because I’m older, but I think the general dynamic is the same.

When I was a younger, my family dynamic was good I guess. When I was little my dad and I got along (for the most part, we’re a lot alike, so we sometimes butted heads on things). So did my mom and I. My parents disciplined me (well, sort of, I never really needed my disciplining), and they loved me. My brother and I got along. And so did my sister and I. My siblings always lived with my Granny and Papa, so I grew up in the house as an only child. It wasn’t like I thought I was an only child though, I knew my brother and sister. I spent lots time with them. I just never lived with them, and because I didn’t know any different, that wasn’t weird to me (I honestly think because we didn’t live together is probably the reason that we get a long so well now). My dad was always pretty reserved, and because my siblings are technically only half siblings, he wasn’t really a part of the whole big family things. It’s just hard to explain. We weren’t the typical atomic family, but I was happy.

Now days not only is my family my family, but they are also my friends. Yes, my parents are still my parents, but they understand that I’m an adult, and they treat me that way. They talk to me like I’m a person and not like I’m a kid. My mom is my best friend (as I’m sure I stated in an earlier post), and my dad and I get along really well. My brother and sister are also two of my best friends (along with my sister-in-law and brother-in-law). I know that I can always count on them for anything. There isn’t one person I would hesitate to go to for anything. But it’s always been like that. Now I have my nieces and nephew (who I adore) so I got to add the title of aunt to my resume, and my mom gets to be a grandma, so I guess in that aspect the dynamics have changed. And now my dad is a bit more opened up, so he’s more a part of everything these days (which is a little ironic because now I’m not because I’m all the way out here in SoCal). The children add playful and fun and exciting dynamic to the family. They are all so different and it’s cool to have different types of relationships with each kid based on that child’s personality. But I have no favorite, they are all my favorites. I just enjoy being Aunt Mimi to them all.

I truly have a great family. I always see people quarreling with their families, or people who aren’t close with them, and that’s just weird to me. My family has always been tight knit, so I have a hard time understanding families that aren’t. I wouldn’t trade a member of my family for anything.

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Day 23: List your top 5 hobbies and why you love them

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Hobbies. Hmm, what do I like to do with my time. Does sleeping count? What about stalking people, can that count as a hobby?

#1. Writing. I’m going to go ahead and call this a hobby. I mean, I don’t exactly do it very often, but when I do write, I usually enjoy it. It’s not like I write books, or short stories or anything, not even poems like my sister, but I like to write blogs and things. I like to share my opinions on things, and I like to give commentary on things (me giving commentary on things should probably have it’s own number). I’m definitely not the best writer out there. I’m not even the best writer I know. I don’t even crack the top 10 of the best writers I know, but I’ve been told that I have a “voice” that is my own, so I’ll take that as a good thing. I enjoy writing because I can say whatever I want, and there’s an edit option. I can rewrite things that sound bad or come out wrong, or delete things that I don’t like, whereas in talking, there is no edit. I don’t always have time to craft the perfect response when I’m talking to someone, where I can when I write. And once you say something, it’s out there forever, there is not backspace.

#2. Reading. I love reading. It’s seriously my favorite pastime. I would read all the time if I could. One time I told someone this, and they acted like they were surprised I could even read. Um, do I come across as being that uneducated or uncultured? If I do, someone please tell me! What’s not to love about reading? For those few pages you get to escape your world. You get to be someone else, live somewhere else, and experience the life of someone else. It’s the coolest thing ever. I don’t even have a a favorite genre because I can read anything and be perfectly content. Book stores are the worst place for me to go, because I want to buy everything. I would own a bazillion books if I a.) had the money and b.) had the space to store them. One day I’m going to have a library.

#3. Baking. Brownies. Cookies. Cobblers. Cakes. Breads. Pies. You name it, and I will bake it. Mixing things together, measuring things out, smelling the lovely aroma from the oven, it’s my favorite (plus I get to wear a cute apron)! I didn’t even know I was good at baking until like 6 months ago, but as it turns out I am actually a decent baker (just call me Mrs. Peeta Mellark). Mostly I bake because I like to eat baked goods, but also because it’s always a challenge to see if it will come out good. I haven’t really tried my hand at cooking too much real food, but that’s next on the list, and I figure it can’t be that hard to follow directions.

#4. Movies. Is this a hobby? I suppose it is. Watching movies (and TV shows) is also another thing I enjoy doing. I don’t discriminate based on genre, actor, or critic appeal. I’ll watch anything. I just like to watch movies. Basically it’s for the same reason that I like to read, it’s an escape from reality. Mostly I like funny movies or tv shows, but I do like scary things, and I suppose some drama, action/adventure and romance are welcomed too, I do try to avoid weepy things though. Who wants to escape to a reality where people are sad?

#5. Watching people get married. I know you think I’m kidding, but I’m not. I have been a bridesmaid 8 times, and I am only 23-years-old. I am going to be Katherine Heigl from 27 Dresses (which is perfectly fine with me if there is a James Marsden waiting for me). I’ve been to like 100 weddings. It’s beginning to get ridiculous. Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy for my friends that are getting married, but did all of you have to get married at the same time? My facebook newsfeed is basically just a list of weddings and engagements (with all the accompanying pictures). Not kidding. I may be the only person at my 5 year high school reunion who is not married. Sometimes I honestly don’t recognize people on my page because I’ve forgotten that their last names have changed. Soon I won’t know who anybody is.

 

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Day 22: I look once more, just around the riverbend! (where do you see yourself in 5 years? 10 years? 15 years?)

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Oh man. The future is a scary place. I still remember when it was so abstract. It was always something I was planning for, but what do I do now that it’s actually here? And now that I’m really planning for it? It’s scary, I tell you. It’s still pretty abstract to me. I like to dream about the future, but most of what I dream about is not even in the realm of reality. I like to think about an ideal future, so I’m never actually thinking about where I actually see myself in the future. I know where I want to be ideally, but I have a hard time picturing the reality of where I might be.

Who knows where I’ll be. I have so many scenarios in my head that I find it hard to even begin to predict where I’m going to be just next year, or even next month. Right now my life has so many question marks in it. There are so many variables that could have a major impact. Small things and choices that could take me from one path to a totally different one.

Predicting my future is like predicting an earthquake, you think you’ve got the pattern figured out, but really it’s a total surprise every single time. But here’s how I’m predicting my future today, but it could change tomorrow, or three minutes from now.

5 years from now. It will be 2017. I will be 28-years-old. 

What the heck? I thought 23 was old. 28 is older. That’s almost 30. I never picture myself that old. Somehow in my head I’m eternally like 21, looks like I’m going to have to marry a vampire (that’s a joke, just fyi, I’d never marry a vampire, a werewolf maybe, but never a vampire). By the time I’m 28 I hope to have a real career. In something that I love. Hopefully I’ll be taking pictures professionally. I hope to be on tour with a band by that time (Case two: or working for a football team as their team photographer, traveling with the team, still sort of like being on tour). I see myself traveling the world. Planes, trains and automobiles are definitely going to be a part of my life right now. If not for my career, then for some other reason. I may not be totally financially stable at this time, because I’m probably still going to think I’m a kid. Or maybe I will be? Perhaps I’ll be married, perhaps I’ll be engaged or dating someone seriously (perhaps in some kind of convent), who knows? Definitely no children at this point (unless I’ve managed to snag Zac Efron, or someone of that caliber of attractiveness, and I’m forced to reproduce as many times as possible to make the world a more beautiful place one baby at a time). I still plan on being the coolest aunt possible. Unless one of my siblings reproduces again, my youngest niece will be  6 and my oldest will be 16, with everyone else filling in the space. I definitely see them traveling with me.

10 years from now. It will be 2022. I will be 33-years-old.

I seriously hope to be married by this point in my life. I want to be a young bride, and I don’t want to have all these individual memories of my life. I want to have them with my husband, and 33 years is already a lot of individual memories. Hopefully he and I will be working together. He can do whatever he wants, but maybe he’ll be in a band (or case two scenario, maybe he’ll be a football player). Or I guess he can do something else, but depending on what his job is we might not be spending a lot of time together (and that would be very sad), because I still want to be on tour. So it would obviously be ideal if he was some kind of musician (or athlete), or at least did some kind of behind-the-scenes work (like me) too so that we could be on the road together. Though I still want to be on tour, and I definitely want to still be traveling the world (I’m always going to be traveling) I’d also like to have a home by this time. I for sure don’t want to be in LA anymore (at least not permanently, maybe working here sometimes). I want to own a beach house in North Carolina, even if it’s just a small one. Somewhere that is cozy and personal. And barring some kind of crazy stint of craziness, I’ll 100% financially stable by now.

15 years from now. It will 2027. I will be 38-years-old.

What? 38-years-old? What happened? 38 is almost 40! And 40 is over the hill. That is ridiculous. By this time I will either be married, or I will have checked myself into a nunnery. If I decide to have kids, I will probably already have had them. They’ll probably be toddlers at this point (and hopefully they’ll be boys). Which means that I’m not longer touring the world (unless I’m touring it with my husband as a full-time wife and possibly part-time photographer), and probably living in North Carolina, or at least somewhere in the south/midwest. If I’m going to raise kids, I want to raise them in that type of environment. Not in LA, or in DC, or NYC, I want to raise them somewhere where people are real, polite and safe. Hopefully I’ll have a bigger beach house. I’d like to be wealthy by this point. Not disgustingly wealthy, but comfortably wealthy. Where I can live comfortably and also take care of the other people in my life. I want to still be taking pictures, but maybe not in such a dedicated manner. Like, maybe just for special events. Hopefully I will have made such an impact in the world of photography that my name will be recognizable and people will seek me out to cover things for them. Like maybe just certain concerts (or games), and things like award shows (or the Superbowl). I just want to be settled and comfortable in life by this point.

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Day 21: Somebody save me (if you could have one superpower, what would it be and what would you do with it first)

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One superpower? Only one? Because I want them all. I want to be able to see the future. I want to have superhuman strength, speed, hearing, sight and smell. I want to be invisible. I want to teleport. I want to time travel. I want to be telekinetic. I want to be able to generate force fields. I want to be invincible. I want to be able to heal people. I want to be able to fly. Just to name a few.

But, I think the superpower I would most like to have would be telepathy. Mostly to be able to read peoples thoughts (I don’t know how I feel about mind control, or putting thoughts into someone’s head and all that other stuff that comes with telepathy), but only on command. I don’t just want to be hearing everyone’s thoughts buzzing around me all the time. I want to be able to turn it on and off. And I would want to be able to sift around in their brain, not just hear what they are thinking at that time, but anything that they’ve ever thought. Just think of what I could do with that!

I could get whatever job I wanted because I’d be able to contact all the right people because I’d have all the right names, and I’d probably be able to get their contact info. And then I’d be able to tell them anything they wanted to hear. I be the perfect interviewee. And I could anticipate everything that would happen, so I’d be the very best action photographer ever. “Hey, I’m going to run to this side of the stage and do this,” or “hey, I’m going to throw the ball to this person,” and I’d totally have that picture.

I’d also be able to tell when people are being real or fake with me. I’m pretty good at spotting that now, but I’d be able to know for sure. I’d know who really liked me, and who was using me. I’d be able to tell when people were lying to me. I’d be able to tell if a guy was into me or not in an instant instead of having to play silly games. I’d get to know what kind of first impressions I make. I think it would help me figure out a lot about myself, because I’d get to see me the way others see me, and they wouldn’t be able to sugar coat things.

And, think of how much easier that would make stalking people! Seriously, I could do so much with that power.

Mind reading is closely followed by teleportation. That would definitely be my second choice. For obvious reasons.

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Day 20: Now I am stuck inside a memory (describe 3 significant memories from your childhood)

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First, I want to call out my mom a little bit on this one. Generally we don’t remember a lot of things from our childhoods on our own accord, generally we have these things called photographs to help us remember things. There are approximately 9 pictures of me from my childhood, and that’s counting the one the hospital took of my when I was born. So, maybe that’s why I don’t have many childhood memories. I’m just sayin’, maybe.

I’m not sure exactly what the parameters are for this one. What constitutes childhood? I mean, other people have listed things form high school, but for me that was only like 5 years ago, so is that childhood? Can I count those memories? Or do I have to back to when I was 7? Oh well.

#1. Christmas Eve. I remember when Christmas Eve was the biggest celebration ever with my family. My mom’s side of the family would gather around 6pm and we’d be together until midnight-ish. Lots of gifts. Lots of food. Lots of love. It really was the most wonderful time of the year. We’d make my mom start eating first because it took her forever to finish and we couldn’t open presents until everyone was done. Then we’d all pick a spot in the room and the big kids would pass out presents. And that would take forever. We used to have stacks of presents so high that you couldn’t even really see the tree, plus they would be over flowing in the the next room. But then, somewhere along the line, the magic died out a little bit. Don’t get me wrong I still treasure those times with my family, but it just seemed like life was easier for everyone back when I was little.

#2. The Racetrack. I basically grew up at our local racetrack. Many Friday nights were spent playing in the grass on the hill behind the bleachers. We would get there at 5:30-ish and I’d go play until it was time to leave around midnight. Sometimes I’d bring friends with me, but mostly I just played with the other kids that were there. My mom didn’t seem to worry about me, not to make that sound bad, it’s just that when you know everyone in the whole arena, there’s not much to worry about. I had the whole place (drivers included) wrapped around my finger, it’s not like I was going to get kidnapped. After I turned “old enough” I was basically given free reign of the place, and still to this day, I know it like the back of my hand. Back then I could tell you anything you wanted to know about a race car, or any driver. Racing is in my blood. For a really long time I wanted to drive  race car, if the opportunity presented itself, I still would. There are a few nights I remember more than others. I can remember one night when it was stormy and then the storm got really bad and we all had to leave. I remember losing my toys that I had brought with me that night because my mom didn’t give me time to pick them up. She just picked me up, and we left.

I also remember the night my cousin Wayne McCarthy was killed in an accident at that very track. I was Wayne’s favorite, no doubt about that, and he was mine. I remember everyone screaming. I remember it happening right in front of where we all were. And I remember my mom running down to the fence. And I remember being made to sit in the bathroom at my house with two of my cousins, while all the adults were frantic. I was only four, so maybe those aren’t real memories, maybe it’s something my mind has fabricated around the night but it’s what’s in my head.

#3. “Running Away.” Okay, just to be clear, I didn’t actually run away. I was outside playing in the creek and just wandered a bit too far. Things just got a little out of hand. A friend of mine and I were outside playing in this creek-thing behind my house, and we may have wandered across town in it. Nowadays I’d never do that because I know that there were snakes and bugs and other gross things in that creek, but back when I was in the fourth grade I was apparently fearless (or stupid). When we climbed out of the creek, it was dark and we were probably about a mile away from my house. So we started walking home. And then we started seeing police cars. So naturally we hid from them. I knew someone at basically every other house on the way home, so I could have stopped at any one of those houses to call home, but I was afraid I’d get in trouble. So I didn’t stop. I hid from those houses. When I did get home, my parents were crying. They had called the police, and basically then entire town was looking for me. But the kicker is that I didn’t even get into trouble. My parents we just so excited to see me again that they didn’t yell at me. Win.

BONUS : 

(because I haven’t revealed anything embarrasing)

Records. I can remember not being able to walk across the floor at my house in fear of many the record skip. I can also vividly remember dancing with my dad to Big Bad Voodoo Daddy’s version of “I Wanna Be Like You.”

Fly swatters. I remember my Granny having one for all of us grandkids with out names on them. And when I say all of us grandkids, I really mean she had one for me and my cousin, Tim. We used to fight all the time (for the record I always won). And we’d get into trouble for various things out at her house. We had our own fly swatters, so clearly she didn’t mess around.

Billy Ray Cyrus. I was obsessed with the guy. I had his poster on my wall. One time, after my dad found me playing with a lighter in a cardboard box after specifically being told not to, instead of spanking me, he torn my poster down. I sobbed. That was the worst punishment imaginable. (He eventually taped it back together and put it back up.) I also used to sing “Achy Breaky Heart” for my Grandpa and he would give me quarters.

Rugrats on VHS. Back when Nickelodeon had good cartoons they used to do 6 hour marathons over the first week of summer, and I would record Rugrats day. Tommy, Chuckie, Phil, Lil, Spike, Reptar, Susie and Angelica were my faves. I used to put that VHS in every night and fall asleep to it.

Power Rangers. I was a Power Ranger back in the day. I didn’t do Rainbow Bright, or Care Bears, or My Little Pony. I was all about the Power Rangers (Tommy was my favorite). I used to beat up my swingset because it was a bad guy. One time the boys down the road took my belt-thing that had all the little gold medallions in it with every rangers spirit animal on it, and they tossed them everywhere. I never found them. The jerks (I’m talking to you Sean Flack)! I also used to have an imaginary friend named Jason who was also a Power Ranger. And when I out grew the Power Rangers, I didn’t out grow Jason. He then because my storm chasing partner, my FBI partner, and my imaginary boyfriend. Jason was always there for me.

I used to do some ridiculous things with my friends. Haley and I used to be Lizzie McGuire. She had the soundtrack, so we’d put on performances just for ourselves. And have photo shoots (none of those pictures will ever been seen by the public, like ever). Oh, and we also had fake identities on MSN messenger. Hope an Allanah Anderson…or something like that. We had the most fabulous lives! And we would trick all the people we knew into believing we were real. There was nothing more cool than tricking those people in school who were “cooler than you” into being jealous of your life (unfortunately it didn’t work on everyone, Taylor and Staci figured us out). We also used to swim in Haley’s pool, which was metal and round, and I’m pretty sure was actually meant to be a feeder for some sort of livestock, and pretend that people were drowning us. Haley and I went through a lot of ridiculous things together, most of which I will not be sharing with you.

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Day 19: Oh the places you’ll go…(if you could live anywhere, where would it be and why?)

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I want to live everywhere. I think my heart is just a wanderer. I’m never satisfied where I’m at, I’m always wanting to be somewhere else. I think that’s why I’m meant to be on tour.

If we’re staying in the USA, I think one day I’d like to live in a beach house somewhere off the coast of North Carolina (preferably not too far from Wilmington). It’s my favorite place. It’s not quite the south, but people seem to have that kind of disposition. They drink sweet tea, and eat a lot of fried chicken. It has a southern charm, and I love that. I think ultimately I’d be okay anywhere that has that southern kind of charm. Or in Montana.

I’d live to have houses all of the world, but mostly in these three countries:

Italy, but not in one of the big cities, definitely in a little Italian village. Somewhere with cute cobblestone sidewalks, and with family-owned shoppes and restaurants.

Australia/New Zealand. It’s beautiful down under. I hear the locals are super friendly (not to mention super attractive and have the coolest accents). I can definitely see myself spending a year or so there just working at a surf shack.

Iceland. The best kept secret of the world. This is seriously my favorite island ever. The people are kind and lovely, and it basically runs on it’s own time schedule. They are peaceful, they live longer, and it has some beautiful scenery: waterfalls, glaciers, mountains, black sand beaches, the Blue Lagoon, geysers. There is a for real chance that I will move there one day.