time...

This weekend my parents and I have journeyed up to St Louis to visit my Grandparents. My Grandmother said that she would give me my scrapbook that she has kept since I was born. She has plenty of pictures and all of my school stuff in it. I was going through it and I realized just how fast time goes by. When my grandparents came down this last weekend everyone was talking about how fast I have grown up. My Grandfather told me that it was just yesterday that I was in diapers and now I am driving them around town. When I finally started to think of everything, I finally started to realize it all. Highschool is more than half over for me. Soon I will be putting college applications in, shopping for dorm items, and ultimately, moving out. I will be headed away from them all to start shaping a life for myself. There wont be a G-Ma to come kiss my booboo when I trip over my untied shoes. There wont be a G-Pa to take me for nightly ice cream runs. There wont be Dad there to care for me and give me anything that I will ever need. There wont be a Mother there for me when I need a listening ear. Yes, they will be there if I need them, and yes, i c an always call them up, but it isn't the same. To know that when i get home there will always be someone there for me, for any need, is nice. Now dont get me wrong, i am excited about the fact that i am going to be out on my own soon, but its sad at the same time. It is a very bittersweet time that we will all be experiencing together.

too late...

Have you told the people you love that you truely love them today? How about yesterday? Last week? Last month? Can you even remember the last time you said that you loved them? Or when you say is it always right before you hang up and its always real qick.. just a love ya.. and then dial tone. When was the last time that you made it clear that you really cared and loved them? Have you ever?
You never know when a life is going to come to an end. That everything is just going to stop. That the existance of that wonderful individual, that means more to you than just a blip in time, that for the rest of your life you will always remember them... you never know when the memory making is going to come to an end with them.
So go home... tell them that you love them. Make that phone call to make sure they know that you love and care about them. Because you know what? Sometimes it is sudden... and sometimes it's not. But that is not the point. The point is that everything comes to an end eventually, and don't wait until its too late to tell them.

so... I love you!

Regionals

This Saturday the band traveled to the Regionals competition.
For those that who do not know, this is where marching bands all come together to compete for scores on their shows which will decided who will go to state to compete.
This is the competition that the whole season leads up to. That is the day!
We didnt make state... yet again.
Although i am finally okay with the fact that we didnt make it.
I realized that when i think of band in my older years, the things that i am going to think about isnt going to be whether we went to state or not.
It will be other memories that we had made together.
I will remember the gorilla and the banana.
I will remember the jokes.
I will remember the manhorn.
I will remember bubblegum :)
I will remember the low times.
I will remember the high times.
I will remember the ice fight.
I will remember the pizza parties.
I will remember getting home at 1 in the morning.
I will remember the 3 weeks of love, sweat, and hell.
I will remember granny shoes.
I will remember one of the manliest mans i know in a guard uniform.... (N.P.)
I will remember fire alarms.
I will remember foot ball jokes.
I will remember the director switch.
I will remember goin into the band room and getting a full ear full of saxophone every morning.
I will remember the arm rubbing.
I will remember my section.
I will remember finger 1 to 5.
I will remember so much more.
I will remember it all.
And i will love it and miss it.
I love you my fellow band memebers, and lets keep the memories coming.

Mamaw

On Friday October 22, 2010 my Mamaw passed away at exactly 5:00 p.m.
She had been fighting cancer for 13 months... she was a very strong women.
She was a great women too...and we will all miss her.

I love you Granny!


And you will forever be in my heart Mamaw.

Past Halloween...

One year for halloween, I went with my older brother to go to a haunted house. The haunted house that we went to had a story to it.... which made it all the more real and all the more scary. The story was that there was this old butcher that had a really good tasting meat that he sold to the people of the town. They absolutely loved it and raved over how good it tasted. Later years it was found out that the source of the meat... were the missing tourists. Apparently, for quite a while, the butcher was inviting tourists in and then killing them to sell their meat to the locals.
There was in fact a person in costume that was posing as the said butcher.... and in the process of purchasing my ticket he pointed at me.... which really freaked me out. He then started to taunt me, to which was provoking. When he saw that I was heading toward the entrance door he turned his back to me to go into the haunted house. I ran up behind him...... pushed him...... and then ran off. Reason I ran off? He turned on his chain saw and started to chase me around the parking lot. Not good.
Finally, went into the haunted house... which I never should have done after that...
I walked in and immediately on my left I could hear mumbling and the sound of a chain saw trying to be started...to no avail.  I walked down the hall next to me brother and the first room we came to was a room with a women with her arm cut off crying over her dead child. Pretty freaky... Then i started to go to the next room. Before i could get to the next room, my chain saw guy jumped out of the wall on the left and started the chainsaw.
The rest of the haunted house is kind of a blur. This is due to the fact that i started to scream.. and run. No not run... i SPRINTED through the whole haunted house. I do have to say i am sorry about the preson i punched in the face. I did warn him if he didnt get out of my face.... but the scarecrow just wouldnt listen.. sorry.
O and just to let you know... when we got in the car and started to drive away... Chainsaw guy... started to run after the car with the chainsaw going.... my brother laughing.. and me screaming... got to love a good haunted house. haha

Scary Movies...

One day when I was spending the night with a friend, we saw that a scary movie that we had been wanting to see came on at 11 at night. We waited up until then so that we could watch the movie. The name of the movie was called quarintine. The movie wasnt bad for a while, but I distinctly remember a part that both of us jumped. I, with my covers grabbed and pulled up to my nose, let loose a bloody curling scream that some how escaped from my lips. I then look over to see her with all muscels clinched... looking like she is about to punch the first thing that moves.

However... the movie that scared me when I was in about... second grade was the IT. It litterally had me afraid to do anything and everything. To this day.. I still dont exactly care for clowns.