Thank You

imageDear siblings,

Thank you for being the best brothers and sisters anyone could ever ask for.

I am so blessed and lucky to be able to call the four of you my siblings.

I don’t know where I would be without y’all. There is more to the word “brother” or sister” when it comes to you guys. When it comes to y’all, two words come to mind– best friends. I know I often complain about not having friends, and being lonely, but I have the greatest people in my life. No one compares to you guys.

So thank you.

Thank you for being my rock. Thank you for always answering your phones when I need someone to talk to. Thank you for meeting me at Waffle House at 12 AM and watching me cry. Thank you for always replying to my texts when I need to vent about how stupid people are or how much I hate work. Thank you for sharing your children with me.

Thank you for listening to me talk for hours about nothing, and pretending to be interested. Thank you for attempting to watch shows I love with me and not tell me to shut up every time I talk. Thank you for watching the stupid television shows and movies I love and you guys hate.

Thank you for letting me borrow your clothes and shoes. Thank you for giving me fashion advice because Lord knows I need it more than anything. Thank you for introducing me to movies I’ve never seen or music I’ve never heard. Thank you for going to endless concerts with me.

Thank you for inviting me into your homes, allowing me to crash on your couches–or daughter’s bed. Thank you for going to Barnes and Noble every time I want another book, even if I have twelve I still need to read. Thank you for letting me eat your food, and steal your movies, and drag you to the donut shops or mexican where the waiters totally hit on you the entire time.

Thank you for the endless laughs, jokes, and pedicures. Thank you for all the late nights, the hot dogs, and the coffee dates. Thank you for letting me use your discounts. Thank you for supporting me in everything I do. Thank you for giving me lots of love, even if it’s rarely ever said. Thank you for telling me I stink when I come home from work.

I could go on forever on why I’m so thankful to have y’all as my best friends, but there wouldn’t be enough time in the world. I never in a million years would have thought that we would be where we are today in our relationship, but I wouldn’t change it for the world.

Just know whenever any of you need anything, I’m always here and that will never change.

Thank you for being my best friends.

Why Growing Up With a Brother Made Me a Better Woman

One of the only men in this world I’ll ever trust is my brother. He’s basically my rock, my therapist, my best friend. 

He’s moved around a lot and each move is either further away from me or closer away. It’s always better when he’s back where he belongs in our good ole, washed up town. 

He understands me on a different level than anyone else, and I give him mad props because I’m a freaking hand full. 

Growing up with a brother has made me the woman I am today for many reasons, but there are a few important ones that really matter. 

Growing up with a brother has made me the woman I am today because he taught me not to take crap from anyone. He’s one to cut you off real quick when you don’t seem to change immature ways or you decide to pick fights just because. Because of him, I don’t put up with fights and stupid, immature people. 

Growing up with a brother has made me the woman I am today because he’s taught me who’s worth keep around. I don’t open up to people very well, and because of him he’s taught me how to let the right people in and that’s because we have to. 

Growing up with a brother has made me the woman I am today because he’s taught me to be strong-willed. He’s always done what he wanted, no matter who disapproved. I’ve learned to stop wanting the approval of everyone around me and just to do what makes me happy. 

There are so many reasons he’s made me the woman I am today, but the list would be endless. 

Having a brother growing up was truly a blessing because it’s allowed for an insight on the dumb boys I tend to surround myself with. He gives me the best fashion advice. He takes me to eat. He introduces me to awesome movies (Pretty Woman is now my fave). But it also sucks because man, that boy sure can beat me up. 

Thanks for being my therapist. 

And my rock. 

And my best friend. 

But most importantly, my brother. 

5 Reasons Why My Older Sister Rocks

Growing up, my older sister and I were polar opposites. We couldn’t have been more different. Granted, it was probably our age gap that put the strain on our relationship. She’s twelve years older than I am. 

I didn’t have the chance to rummage through her closet to find something cute to wear to school. I didn’t have her to give me dating advice when boys were new to me. She was really just a person I coexisted with until she moved out at eighteen and then it became far and few between when I would see her. You know, the occasional sleep over with her and my younger sister that felt more like a babysitting job. 

As I got older, the feeling of no relationship with my sister began to bother me. (If you haven’t learned by now, relationships mean a lot to me.) I would come home telling our mom, “She hates me. I don’t know what to do to make her like me, but she hates me.” And I’d cry. (I’m a crybaby, as well lol.) 

But then eventually everything changed. She got pregnant, and had my niece and then our relationship started to grow. Five years later and now she’s one of my best friends. 

Here’s five reasons why my older sister ROCKS:

  1. She gives the best advice! Whenever I’m not too sure about something, I run straight to my sister. I know she’ll always give me her honest opinion and won’t beat around the bush. 
  2. She’ll eat food and get her toes done with me whenever! Two things I love is eating, preferably Mexican food, and getting my toes done (mainly for the leg massage) and she’s my go to girl. When one of us are in the mood, our cells are out and we’re planning our date. 
  3. She’s opened her home to me! Yes, I’m twenty years old and I still live at home. (BROKE COLLEGE STUDENT OVER HERE) but come on, who can stand to stay at home with their parents 24/7? Not I! She’s basically gotten used to me being at her house when she gets off work, and I’m basically #6 in the family when planning for dinner 😉 
  4. She understands me! I’m not the easiest person to understand, but I’m also not the hardest person to understand. She takes what I say into consideration and really tries to understand what I’m feeling or saying. 
  5. She doesn’t hate me! Yep, after twenty years of life, I’ve found out my older sister doesn’t hate me. Surprise surprise, right?

I’m so lucky to have the relationship I do with my older sister and all the time I get to spend with her and her family. Too bad I still can’t steal her clothes cause her wardrobe is made up of button downs and black slacks for work and Nikes 194841 times too big for my feet. 

Thanks for being the best big sister anyone could ask for. 

Why It’s Okay to Be a Loner

I don’t have friends and I typically find myself alone. I’ve recently come to the conclusion though, I’m okay with that. 

When I say I’m alone, I’m not literally alone. I don’t have friends, but I do have people I go to.  I don’t spend every weekend at my “best friends” house watching movies and eating ice cream. I don’t constantly text a friend. But it doesn’t bother me at all. 

I have my boyfriend. I spend a lot of time walking the strip, catching the latest movies, drowning four wheelers, and being lazy around the house with him. I spend countless hours laughing at his dumb jokes or wrestling on the ground with him. So I’m not totally alone.

My best friend is my five-year old niece. I spend 98% of my time running around chasing her or walking through the woods to “Pennsilvinia.”

If I’m not with her, I spend Friday night, and Saturday night, and Sunday night…okay, let’s be honest, I probably spend six out of seven nights with my siblings. I couldn’t be happier than when I’m sitting around a table, eating something delicious, laughing my head off with the people who mean the most to me and the people who make me the happiest. 

It used to make me really sad knowing I don’t have anyone to rant to about stupid boys or school, but then it hit me. Why waste time on people who aren’t putting effort towards the friendship? Why put people before your family, or your relationship with God? Why put forth everything in a friendship when in the end, they’re more than likely not going to be your friend. 

It’s okay to be a loner. 

It’s okay to be happy when no one asks to go to the movies on a Friday night. 

It’s okay to not to miss the people who you planned your future weddings with. 

It’s okay to stop caring about people who stopped caring about you along time ago. 

It’s okay to not put up with people talking behind your back and pretending to be bffs with you to your face. 

It’s okay. 

As we’re going up, we learn life isn’t always easy and your best friend today might be your enemy tomorrow was. Growing up, you lose a lot of your childhood friend so. There may be no reason at all, except the fact that y’all grew up. It’s okay. 

I’m a loner and I’m okay with it because I’m done putting in effort where effort isn’t given back.