- Pizza Hut: Pepperoni pizza & hot wings with Dr. Pepper. It's become something I love because pizza parties hold so many memories for me. From junior high throughout high school, my friends and I gathering money together for pizza and hot wings are the best!
- Half & Half's: Also known as: Arnold Palmer. It's a type of drink half green tea and half lemonade, my older cousin sister bought me one one day and I haven't stop buying them since.
- Brother's: I have so many besides Brent and Nate (my actual brothers), who I claim as my brothers. They're there for me and I can talk to them about anything and everything. I cry with them, laugh with them, tease with them, pretty much everything and sometimes my mom "adopts" them as her son too.
- Mother: My mommy, I love her. She's been with me through everything and I've been there for her. Yeah, we have our disagreements but she's always going to be my mom and stand by me through the thick and thin.
- Mistakes: I enjoy my mistakes in life, in relationships, in school, in everything because I know I'm not perfect but it's nice to know where I messed up and learn from it and fix the mistake.
- Winter: I enjoy the cold. I don't have snowball fights or go skiing, snowboarding, or sledding I just enjoy the cold, chilly weather that winter has to offer.
- Amazing Friends: My friends are the people I'm around when I just want to by myself. I'm the type of person that tries to keep things to myself but my amazing friends are those I can not hide from.
- Staying Home: Occasionally, I like traveling but nothing beats laying in my bed or the couch alone watching TV, cleaning, or playing video games.
- Visiting the Dentist: Ever since I was small every year I looked forward to visiting the dentist. My favorite part is having my teeth cleaned and when I had braces, my visits were monthly and I enjoyed it.
- Welding: Welding is amazing and plan to be doing it as long as I can. There's so much you can learn from it and make very good money. I can't wait to be making money doing what I really enjoy doing.
Showing posts with label Brothers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Brothers. Show all posts
Monday, March 19, 2012
10 Things I Love
These are just a few things that I look forward to everyday or weekly because it's what I love, each one has their own special memory or memories engraved in my mind. I have briefly explained each one and will further more define why I love each one until I'm done.
Monday, March 12, 2012
Pair of Boots
My younger brother, Brent, has always been the person that is always wanting to see the smile on people's face. Years ago, when I was in fourth grade, I was in a JROTC program with at my school. There we were required to wear the camouflaged uniform with the black boots and everything along with it. Well, Brent always watched my clean and shine my boot and always teased me, telling me my mom was going to send my off to the army that's why I was in the JROTC. After my fourth grade year, I transferred to Winslow, so that was the end of my "army" days.
As for my uniform, it became Brent's Halloween costume that year, but the boots I could not give up, so they remain inside my closet. Occasionally, I would wear them when I would go paintballing with my brothers, though after awhile I stopped going. Every weekend Brent asked if he could wear my boots and he was still in preschool at that time, so the boots were big on him and practically reached his knees. He would not take no for answer and I ended up having to lace the boots up for him and he would run around all over the house them. By then, I ended up giving my boots to him because I had no use for them anymore. Brent would always wear these boots everywhere he went: school, to town, to play outside, and once even to bed. He absolutely was in love with these shoes and they lasted up to his third grade year.
During his third grade year, he was given an assignment to write about something he likes the most and you guessed it, he wrote about the boots. I had never seen him so happy about something he wrote and he had a picture above it, which was cute because he really emphasized the black on the boots and the rest he drew in pencil. His story went a little something like, "My big sister gave me her black boots. I really like my black boots because I can go play paintball with my sister and brother."
It wasn't until after I read those two sentences, I understood the saying, "Other man trash, is another man's treasure". Throughout our years there has been something at one point that we saved from being thrown away. The little meaningless things that we have no use for, might beneficial for another. Being the oldest of my two brothers there's been numerous things that I wanted to throw away but they wanted it and made something better out of it. Like how I was really into drawing but I stopped because I didn't have time to draw anymore, but Nate wanted my sketchbook, paint brushes and paint, charcoal, and pastels. Majority of the things I gave him I never ever opened but when I gave them to him, that same day he did like three drawings and they were pretty good. My brothers have always been a big part of my life. My parents always used to tell me that my brothers are watching my actions and are learning from me, but really it's them who are teaching me.
As for my uniform, it became Brent's Halloween costume that year, but the boots I could not give up, so they remain inside my closet. Occasionally, I would wear them when I would go paintballing with my brothers, though after awhile I stopped going. Every weekend Brent asked if he could wear my boots and he was still in preschool at that time, so the boots were big on him and practically reached his knees. He would not take no for answer and I ended up having to lace the boots up for him and he would run around all over the house them. By then, I ended up giving my boots to him because I had no use for them anymore. Brent would always wear these boots everywhere he went: school, to town, to play outside, and once even to bed. He absolutely was in love with these shoes and they lasted up to his third grade year.
During his third grade year, he was given an assignment to write about something he likes the most and you guessed it, he wrote about the boots. I had never seen him so happy about something he wrote and he had a picture above it, which was cute because he really emphasized the black on the boots and the rest he drew in pencil. His story went a little something like, "My big sister gave me her black boots. I really like my black boots because I can go play paintball with my sister and brother."
It wasn't until after I read those two sentences, I understood the saying, "Other man trash, is another man's treasure". Throughout our years there has been something at one point that we saved from being thrown away. The little meaningless things that we have no use for, might beneficial for another. Being the oldest of my two brothers there's been numerous things that I wanted to throw away but they wanted it and made something better out of it. Like how I was really into drawing but I stopped because I didn't have time to draw anymore, but Nate wanted my sketchbook, paint brushes and paint, charcoal, and pastels. Majority of the things I gave him I never ever opened but when I gave them to him, that same day he did like three drawings and they were pretty good. My brothers have always been a big part of my life. My parents always used to tell me that my brothers are watching my actions and are learning from me, but really it's them who are teaching me.
Sunday, January 29, 2012
Brent & Nate
I am the eldest of two younger brothers, Nathan and Brent. As we grew up we were constantly reminded by our mother that we will always have each other and we're each others only best friend. As a little kid, I doubted my mom thinking there's no way my brothers will ever be my only best friend! And her response was always, "because they are the only ones that know your life and are always going to be there for you as you grow older." Well now, I'm proud to say I was wrong and she was right. And here's why...
At the age of 10, our dad was in an car accident due to drunk driving not far from our home. He was air lifted to Flagstaff hospital, where our mom followed after him with our grandma and aunt. As for my brothers and I, I remember sitting in our mom's car looking at our diesel truck totaled alongside the road surrounded by officers and flashing red and blue lights, and further away our dad laying on a stretcher. I looked back to my brothers and they were both in tears, I moved towards them and wrapped my arms around them both. Our dad was okay but to this day every time we go home I glance at the spot and see our dad laying there, then I remember my brothers being there and I being the big sister and comforting them.
Three years ago was another major impact on our lives, the passing of our grandma. She was the greatest person ever! My brothers and I, all spent our early childhood with her a lot and Brent, the youngest of us all, spent the most time with her growing up. Her last days with us, Grandma's House was the one place we all wanted to be every weekend and making her laugh with our silliness together. When she passed, we were all we had. Days after Brent would be crying and I would just hold him and cry with him, he would then remind himself that she was in a better place and I could only agree with him at that time.
Despite our tragic events so young, we managed to work together to overcome them. Our mom was right and she knew way before any of these events, good and bad, affected our lives which still amazes me today. Its not just these two tragic events that helped me understand that we have each other, but are the main ones that I personally believe that my brothers are my best friends. We're the oddest of the oddest kids and I give my mom props for keeping us around with her and teaching us that we're always going to be there for one another no matter what life throws at us!
I absolutely love my brothers, even when I hate them! (If you have younger siblings, you know what I mean, especially boys..) Everyone needs a best friend or friends, I'm just lucky to have my little brothers as mine, always and forever!
At the age of 10, our dad was in an car accident due to drunk driving not far from our home. He was air lifted to Flagstaff hospital, where our mom followed after him with our grandma and aunt. As for my brothers and I, I remember sitting in our mom's car looking at our diesel truck totaled alongside the road surrounded by officers and flashing red and blue lights, and further away our dad laying on a stretcher. I looked back to my brothers and they were both in tears, I moved towards them and wrapped my arms around them both. Our dad was okay but to this day every time we go home I glance at the spot and see our dad laying there, then I remember my brothers being there and I being the big sister and comforting them.
Three years ago was another major impact on our lives, the passing of our grandma. She was the greatest person ever! My brothers and I, all spent our early childhood with her a lot and Brent, the youngest of us all, spent the most time with her growing up. Her last days with us, Grandma's House was the one place we all wanted to be every weekend and making her laugh with our silliness together. When she passed, we were all we had. Days after Brent would be crying and I would just hold him and cry with him, he would then remind himself that she was in a better place and I could only agree with him at that time.
Despite our tragic events so young, we managed to work together to overcome them. Our mom was right and she knew way before any of these events, good and bad, affected our lives which still amazes me today. Its not just these two tragic events that helped me understand that we have each other, but are the main ones that I personally believe that my brothers are my best friends. We're the oddest of the oddest kids and I give my mom props for keeping us around with her and teaching us that we're always going to be there for one another no matter what life throws at us!
I absolutely love my brothers, even when I hate them! (If you have younger siblings, you know what I mean, especially boys..) Everyone needs a best friend or friends, I'm just lucky to have my little brothers as mine, always and forever!
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