25 Things About ME:

1. My husband, Matt, is my BEST and only best friend! I never knew I could love someone the way that I love him.
2. I am addicted to chapstick. My lips cannot live without it.
3. I've never been drunk, and have only had one alcoholic drink in my life(in Hawaii 3 years ago!)
4. I love lifting heavy weights and flexing in the mirror.
5. I love to sing and listen to people sing...but I am terrified of singing by myself in front of people. Wasted talent, I suppose.
6. I played softball for 10 years
7. The first concert I ever went to was N Sync in 6th grade!
8. I am scared of deep water because it takes all my might to stay afloat...I just sink!
9. I'm obsessed with getting bigger muscles.
10. My dog, Asher, is more like my child, and he is spoiled rotten.
11. My husband is the only guy I've ever said "I love you" to.
12. I barely talked in school until I was in the 4th grade, and got made fun of for it all the time. And the teachers thought something was wrong with me!
13. I am totally scared of the dark. I slept with the light on until I was 21(when I got married).
14. I love reading, especially mystery novels. And I have to read something when I eat; it doesn't matter what it is.
15.I don't like hugging people. Only Matt!
16. I love making scrapbooks and am obsessed with pictures!
17. I really want to live in Florida someday. I believe I belong at the beach.
18. I have been the biggest fan of Jessica Simpson for over 10 years
19. I HATE being cold. It seems like I'm always cold.
20. My husband and I eloped and got married in Hawaii. I wouldn't have had it any other way!
21. Newborn babies scare me.
22. I'm an Elvis fan.
23. I hate to cook, but like to bake!
24. I don't watch anything on TV besides reality shows.
25. I'm a Christian, and I live my life for God.

Comments

Putting My Heart Out There

Hey guys. Here's where we're at right now: Matt finished his radiation treatments last week. Did they help? I don't know. He's sleeping a lot more. Having trouble chewing and swallowing. Not eating much. Not talking much, at least not in full sentences. It's just been a slow, steady decline for the last few months. I think it was really too late for radiation....But who knows, maybe it is delaying things. We went in last Tuesday for his infusion and talked with his neuro-oncologist about everything that we've been seeing with Matt, and he decided that we're at the point now where we should discontinue treatments...I feel like it's the right decision, even though it breaks my heart knowing that there is nothing else we can do. But I feel like we've done everything. All the supplements, the diet, the chemo, the radiation... Matt has fought hard. He never gave up hope. He kept the faith. He never complained through any of this. Not once did I hea

People always said That time would heal the pain But how can that be When mine still remains? The tears still fall At just the thought of you So I know that what they say Just can't be true As the years go by I miss you so much still No matter how much time passes I know I always will How are you not here To ease my hurting heart? Never could I have imagined We would ever be apart My world has been shattered A piece of me is gone And all I can do is pray For strength to live on I know that one day soon I will see you again I just have to try to suffer through And make it until then

Why?

Why? Why do I care so much? Why do I make sure they brush their teeth at night so that they don't get cavities? Why do I spend my own money to buy them clothes, toys and decorate their rooms, among other things? Why do I do 5,000 loads of laundry a week to make sure they have clothes to wear to school? Why do I make sure they go to church on Sundays so that they'll be raised to know about Jesus? Why do I try to give them chores and responsibilities so that they will turn out to be decent human beings? Why do I read them a bedtime story at night, even when I'm exhausted? Why do I clean up after them constantly and cook for them and try to always have healthy snacks and food on hand? Why do I go to their sports games and practices, just to feel like the odd man out standing there awkwardly with their bio mom? Why do I give 100% of myself and make so many sacrifices for children I didn't birth? Only to be insulted and told hurtful things? To be made to feel like I'm

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