“Destiny” He Called It

“Destiny” he would call it. Destiny.

Out of nowhere he came into my life. Not aware of the role he would play, I assumed he would just be some good company. Quickly though, I realized that was not all he would be, he would be much, much more.

He wasn’t as smooth as the rest of the guys I had talked to, he was just himself. Right from the beginning it was all about honesty and being so upfront I couldn’t tell whether he was sincere or just wanted to scare me off.  If his plan was the ladder, it surely didn’t work. I was his and he was mine. There was nothing that could make me dream like our future could; Some kids, a dog and a white picket fence, life seemed unstoppable.

Bad boy from the start, and me, the perfect little church going girl,  I was drawn to him like moth to a flame. He was an auto mechanic who ran his dads store with dazzling blue eyes, broad shoulders and a whole lot of muscle.  I was his Baby and he was my Johnny Castle.

Soon the everyday chats  turned into something more. He wanted to run away with me, make me his. I never had heard of a plan that gave me butterflies the way his did.  I fell in love. He fell in love. It was inevitable

Our families would never approve, we both knew that.  But it couldn’t stop us. We were everything in each others eyes. Life wouldn’t be easy. We would fight and argue till our face turned blue, neither willing to back down, but our love for each other was too strong. No matter how angry, how furious we got one kiss could change it all. Make the whole world stop spinning. Change the tides.

Never had I dreamed of such a love like ours. Never had I felt such happiness. Never had I believed I could feel this much. It was all so ….powerful? magical?

And then he said, “No love, it was destiny.”

The Demon of Numbers

Its something everyone knows about. A world wide concern no matter how old you are, or where you live. It WILL find you.

Weight.

That two, usually, three digit number is the thorn in your side that never, ever, EVER, goes away. Its the personal companion that you wish would choke and die. Unfortunately modern technology hasn’t come up with a way to do that…yet.

I mean I’m a pretty attractive, sexy (duhhh of course I’m gonna say that!) girl. I’ve been blessed with beautiful long dark hair, big hazel eyes, long legs some other good stuff,*wink*, but weight is the one thing that has always bugged me. Ive never been what you would call “obese” but I’ve also never been a stick. Of course in my own little world, I might as well be the biggest elephant known to man but that isn’t true. I have though, been tall my entire life. Luckily for me being tall has an advantage of making you seem smaller than you are…sometimes. But recently, due to, well, due to the fact that I haven’t filtered all the things I’ve choked down, I have gained a couple pounds. And I’m not loving the results.

Ugh

So now here I am, realizing I need to hit the gym like nobody’s business. And I’m sure, as you all know, when you first realize you aren’t where you want to be, you work up this huge elaborate plan of how to make yourself look like a Victoria Secret model. To my experience those romantic ideas never make it full circle. But hey it was a good thought right?

And now back to that hideous number that equivilates to “you gettin chunky guurrl!” Why cant I just wish it smaller and then wake up skinnier?! Life is soo not fair.

I guess there’s nothing else to say but its elaborate scheme time! Here I come Victoria and all your secrets!

What about you??

Much Love,

Growing Up 18

A Working Girl And All That Jazz?

A month and a half ago I was just a bored 18-year-old. Watching all the tv I could handle, reading every book on my Kindle, and hanging out with friends as much as possible. Was I living the life? Estatic about the freedom of being an early graduate?

I was not.

So what did I do? I went and got a freaking job.

Now a month and a half later my life consists of working and sleeping(to survive my next shift at work). Granted my bank account is much happier and definitely fuller but the time of freedom has definitely moved on. Tragic is a word one might use to describe this wrongly anticipated change.

It started out so fun and hopeful but as the days faded into weeks and the weeks morphed into months I realized, working isn’t as fun as I thought it would be. You have to clean and do stuff, for long periods of time. Looonnng periods. The silver lining in a shift would have to be my thirty-five minute break. Oh the joy. Love at first sight, I would say.

I have to admit, though, I’ve learned a lot! Responsibility for instance. The adult life of working and paying bills and using your own credit card instead of your moms (that would have to be the hardest one) is not as fun as it seemed during all those years of wishing I was older. But now I can say how grateful I am for all the things I have. Because working is hard, but someone had to pay for all the cool toys I’ve received over the years- Thanks Dad!

The lesson from being a working girl? Go to freaking college. Just. Do. It.

 

With Love,

Growing Up 18

Let The Drums Roll

Well it happened. 12 years of schooling led up to one night of…fun… Robes were worn, funky flat hats placed and painful high heels that sparkled to add some fab to the not so fabulous. Lets just say those robes could fit a small village in them.

What is graduation like you ask? Well its lots of standing, sitting, clapping and trying not to trip in 4in heels. Oh and pictures, dont you dare forget the pictures! Reminders that you, in all your new found glory as a graduate, made the cut after  all those sleepless nights and horrendously early mornings. PHEW! And what do you get to show for it!?

A piece of paper.

Its all tripped out with cursives and fancy signatures but really?? I want a carnival or something. Like a big parade. Or a unicorn.

Ya that’d be cool.

Well any who! I DID IT!

So do your homework kids! And dont skip as much as I did …although I still graduated so sure, skip, just like three or four classes a week…;)

Much Love,

Growing Up 18

How To Handle Being Ignored

In my opinion there is nothing worse than wanting to get someones attention and being deprived of that wanting. Its just rude. Let me give you an example.

Cute boy starts talking to you and then decides to get all flirty and change the dynamics of the relationship, so you obviously comply. Duh hes cute! After a week or more (usually about three days for me) he randomly stops talking, texting and looking in your general direction.

WHAT DO YOU DO?

Answer: Nothing.

Tame the beast and control your inner psychopath cause after that we all know you’re about to break loose some serious stalker kinda crazy…and that would be bad. So horrendously bad.   I know! I know! If only he (or she) would just talk to you! Everything would be fine and you wouldn’t have to go ballistic.

Unfortunately the sad truth is, they are done. They don’t want to talk to you. So let. It. Be. Doing so will only make them realize how stupid they were..ideally. It will make them wonder how they could be that easy to get over..again this is the ideal scenario.

The good news? Well not much..BUT next time you know you might happen to see them make sure you really knock there socks off. Doll yourself up and portray the sexiest, most confident self ever to walk this green and blue ball of earth. In short become Megan Fox.

In conclusion, what do you do if you’re being ignored? Ignore them and find that inner seductress!

Best of luck! and be smart….as smart as you can be when being ignored…

Much Love,

Growing Up 18

The Bleepin Bleep That Boys Do

Tonight on a spur of the moment adventure, me and my man friend decided to hang out. This was an exciting conquest since he had FINALLY invited me over to his house after a year of “friendship”. Unfortunately I happen to live thirty minutes away from my high school and with it, all my high school friends. But in the end I decided this was too good of an opportunity to pass up so I made the long haul into town, knowing full well that I now pay for my own gas and this would be no expensive hang out sesh.

GPS on and calculating, it declared I had arrived at my destination. Heart pounding and mind racing. In  moments I was sure to  have the one on one time with Mr.Man… and I was soooooo nervous! I text him and tell him outside his house. Now here’s where the real story begins. My phone lights up with his response and what does it say? He is no longer at home, but is now out at a restaurant with his brother. “Wanna join?”

I coulda killed.

Surprise, shock, anger, and unbelief flooded my system. Did he really just say that? Was this a joke?! Mouth hanging wide open, I quickly responded that I was at his house and I would love for him to join me, or I would gladly drive myself back home. Now upset because of my unwillingness to comply he tells me I should just go home and that he “cant believe I would do this”.

So here I am, in bed with a diet Dr. pepper to fill my sorrows. The lesson I learned tonight? I am horrible at picking boys. Undoubtedly yes, but the most important thing I learned is that guys just don’t get it sometimes. They honestly do not!

Now for all those readers out there who relate or those who have had other, also unfortunate situations with their crush I now tell you…Pick carefully! DO NOT SETTLE! Listen to your instincts. Don’t make excuses, or justify their actions. And most importantly, do not change who you are or your values to fit his.  Doing these little things will save time, money (as I learned tonight…gas isn’t cheap!) and your heart.

Now I just hope I can listen to my own advice….

Much Love,

Growing Up 18

All About the Birthdays!

Birthdays come each year rain or shine.   As an 18 year old they remind you that you are one year older. One year closer to being on your own, one year closer to meeting that special someone, one year closer to buying that first house and more than likely, one year older to getting a loan cause that first house is too expensive. So much happens on that special day that rolls around each year. Of course what birthday would be acceptable without the  presents (good ones hopefully), birthday wishes from friends, family, and random Facebook acquaintances,  and lots of good, carb, and fat loaded food, to go against that diet you want to start again. But the most important part of that special 24 hour period is to remind you that you are still alive. Still able to become the person you want to be. To make those changes that seem impossible but that live on inside you, waiting for the courage to be brought to life. Birthdays are there so others can celebrate your special place in the world but also so you can remember that you have that special place in the world and that you need to treat your life accordingly. Life is a continuous cycle for a reason. Progress, uplift and inspire. That’s what we need to remember as those celebratory count downs roll around.  Let others celebrate you and let yourself celebrate another chance to become better than the previous year.

Much Love,

Growing Up 18