The will power or lack thereof of Jordan...

Ok...so I usually don't listen to teachers...lol just kidding...but this time I decided that one of mine had a pretty brilliant idea...Good ole Casey Daugherty! God bless her soul! lol...so anyway...she has been keeping track of the days that she goes without drinking a sweet tea from McDonalds...and I have decided that it is a marvelous idea...it forces you to be accountable for your actions! ....So I have decided to apply the same concept in my life!....Except not with McDonalds sweet tea....I'm keeping track of the days I go without an energy drink!!!!

Here's the count so far.....

8 days!!!! : )

Lindsey... I told you I couldn't think of what to write about in my blog and that's why I hadn't posted in awhile...well I decided to write about one thing thats been on my mind a lot lately...my... uhhm...bad habits! lol You're the only one who understands how hard this is for me! But I am trying to be a better person! ; )

What do I want to be when I grow up? Let me tell you....

As a child growing up I had all my friends who wanted to be firefighters and astronauts and anything else you could imagine and they changed their careers constantly...but not me! I had always wanted to be an English teacher. I loved to read and I also I loved creative writing. So since about the fourth grade I had my mind made up. I was going to be an English teacher. When I entered 8th grade we did a career search and interest survey to see what we would be good at. Sure enough...a teacher was one of my top results. It was exciting to know that while all my other friends were still uncertain about what they wanted to do, I had my career path set in stone. I knew what I wanted to do and how I was going to get there.
Well, for the next two or three years I still stood firm in the belief that I would become a teacher. It was a safe job without a lot of risk. The world would always need teachers. But then in April of 2006 I got a job at Town and Country in Willow Springs and I got my first taste of the work world. I liked my job well enough but the more I was there, the more I saw flaws in the system. I found myself saying, "Well if I ran this store, it would be a lot better." Don't get me wrong, I love my boss and he is great at what he does. When I was talking about the way things are run, I mean how the daily sales reports are recorded, how schedules are made, etc....I find a lot at Town and Country could be run much more efficiently and could be a lot more organized. Anyway....so as the summer of 2006 progressed, I found myself hating the idea of working for someone for the rest of my life. I wanted to be in charge of things and I wanted to run things the way I saw fit. I also realized that if I became a teacher, I would never be my own boss...but that wasn't enough to change my mind. Afterall, I had wanted to be an English teacher since fourth grade!
As I entered my Junior year and God bless her soul, I had good old Amaryllis Dyer as an English teacher and she loved grammar. Well, it didn't take me long to realize I hate grammar. lol We hardly did any creative writing at all. Was this what being an English teacher was all about? Endless grammar worksheets, spelling tests, and DGP....it all became so boring for me until one day I woke up and realized that I didn't want to be an English teacher anymore...and at first I will admit it....it scared the freaking hell out of me! lol I had no clue what I wanted to be anymore!.....but I couldn't see myself teaching the same things every year and even though the creative writing was fun....a big part of English is grammar! And combine that with the fact that I didn't want to work for anyone....I honestly could no longer see myself in the teaching field. I have a lot of respect for teachers....afterall they have got me to this point in my education so far where my possibilities are endless...but I no longer want to be one! lol
So with no clue what I wanted to be anymore I began to consider different options and what I loved to do. Well tattoos have always interested me...so why not a tattoo artist?...NO.....I hate needles and I couldn't stand inflicting pain on people....What about writing for the National Enquirer of World Weekly News....talk about creative writing! lol But no...this still wasn't it.
After a couple months of just looking at my options, one thing always kept coming to mind....I have always had a passion for food. I love to cook and I love to experiment with new ideas. But could this really be a career for me?...After a couple of months and a wonderful job shadowing experience at The Tower Club in Springfield...the answer was an overwhelming YES! I want to become a chef and own my own restaurant! So now I see that writing was just a hobby and so was reading but cooking is my passion! I love it! And getting to see what it was really like to be a chef during my job shadow only confirmed this. I worked my butt off that day and I was exhausted when I went home, but I loved every minute of it. Chef Lyons told me that becoming a chef means forfeiting a lot of your time but if you love something you won't care how long you have to do it each day. If you love it, it isn't a chore....it's fun! Chef Lyons also told me that he could tell from the minute I walked in that I had what it takes to become a chef...he knew that food was my passion. And I completely agree with him....I will do whatever it takes to become a successful chef and in ten years you can all come to my restaurant and enjoy a wonderful meal that I had fun cooking! :)

The Irony of Life

Life can be very ironic and sometimes it is hilarious, but other times as I have experienced this past week the irony can seem very cruel. My cat Bob was only a little over a year old when she died Friday night. She was my cat and I loved her. She was adorable with the bob tail she had been born with and she also had ADHD which made her really fun to play with. Well...at the beginning of this week she would not eat and she just layed around. As the week progressed she looked worse and worse. Her eyes looked sick. It was as if she had the flu. So my mom called the vet and scheduled her an appointment for Friday at one thirty in the afternoon. Well...Friday mom had to go to work so I was left in charge of taking Bob to the vet which was no big deal. I just wanted her to be better. After waking up at 8 o'clock I went outside to check on Bob and saw that she was way worse than she had been before...she was so weak that she couldn't even turn her head to look at me. I knew I had to get her to the vet and fast if she was going to make it. So right as I was running in the house to call the vet my mom pulls up and said she had just taken my brother to basketball and was on her way to work but she wanted to stop and make sure that Bob was ok...well after looking at Bob mom called the vet and they said that they could get her in at 10. By the time mom left it was 9 so I ran and got in the shower and got dressed then I went outside and tried to get Bob to eat but she wouldn't...and she wouldn't drink milk either...she would only drink water. After this failed attempt, I got a towel and picked her up in it and set her in the passenger seat of my car...well by this time I was bawling....her eyes looked so sick and she just collapsed from weakness when I set her in the seat....and she kept meowing a sick meow that screamed "Help me please." So I took off for the vet and just prayed the entire way that she would be ok and begged God to save her. When I got to the vet, I walked in holding my sick kitty and just gave the secretary a look that communicated the same thought Bob had..."Help me please." As I walked into the room where the vet would see her and held my weak kitty I was overcome with emotion...but I tried so hard not to cry because I had to be the adult...I had to answer the questions the vet had and I had to hear what the diagnosis was. After taking some blood samples and looking my cat over...the vet said the seven words that I dreaded all along..."I'm sorry there's nothing I can do..." I was crushed. I was going to lose my cat...He told me that she had a disease known as "Bobcat disease"...ironic huh? My bobtailed kitty named Bob had bobcat disease. He told me that it had to be it but the disease couldn't even be properly diagnosed until after the cat died. So I just whispered through my tears..."Are you sure there is no treatment?"...and he said that scientists have done some research on the disease and that through expensive blood transfusions they have managed to save a few cats...but the books will tell u there is no treatment. So knowing that there was no hope I paid the vet bill and walked out of the vet's office carrying my cat whose condition had worsened in the short time I was there. By then she was panting and having trouble breathing and the meowing didn't stop. I tried to comfort her but I knew she was in such pain...and after setting her down in the seat once again and after I sat down next to her I lost it....I let loose of all the pent up tears I had managed to hold back while in the vet's office and I bawled my eyes out. It hurt to know that she would die...but I couldn't take watching her suffer. And as I drove home I had to pull over a couple times because I was crying so hard. The saddest thing was that as I watched my weak kitty she was shaking the whole time but she managed to crawl enough so that her head was laying in my lap. I honestly couldn't take it...I couldn't stop crying and I was about to throw up. After I made it home I layed Bob in her favorite spot and got her water and just sat there petting her. I was all alone and still hysterical so I called Lindsey who I knew was at the pool and left her a voicemail telling her all that had happened. I didn't care that she couldn't answer my call...I just needed to talk to someone even if it was just a voicemail...Well not ten minutes later Lindsey calls me and tells me she is on her way to my house and all I could say was "for real?" and a few minutes later she showed up with a Rumba, lottery ticket and ring pops to cheer me up...she truly is an amazing friend...I am sooooo glad that I have her! And she also managed to get my mind off of it for awhile. About one thirty Lindsey had to leave to go to work at the YMCA and all I could say was thank you. I had to leave soon after and I went out to Bob and told her that I loved her and petted her for the last time. That night at work mom called and left me a voicemail that Bob had died...and I cried again when I heard that but I was also thankful to God that she was not suffering anymore and that I wasn't there to see her die. I still wonder why it had to be my cat that had to die and why life can be so cruel...but I know that God has a purpose for everything and his plan may not always be the same as mine but I know that he does what is best for everyone...So now I am trying to move on with the knowledge that someday I will see Bob again in heaven, along with my fish Fred and we will be one happy family again!

Skateboarding!....

Yesterday afternoon my ADD got the best of me once again...you see I was so bored just sitting at home that I had to call up my friends Amber and Tari and see if they wanted to hang out...(I would have called Lindsey but she was working...imagine that! lol)...anyway so they agreed and we all met at Amber's house about an hour later but we werent' quite sure what we were going to do. ...well...after about five minutes of sitting outside I said "Why don't we look in the trunk of my car, I am sure there is something fun to play with in there!" If you know me, you know the trunk of my car. lol When we looked there were five 12 packs of soda, boxing gloves, tons of clothes, and of course my trusty skateboard! Now I am not that good at skateboarding, but seeing it in the back of my car gave me an idea...so I turned to Amber and asked her if she had any rope. After a ten minute search for rope it was time to initiate my plan. While Tari and Amber were asking what I was doing, I carefully tied the two ends of the rope to the inside of the trunk on the pieces of metal that held the trunk "lid" and then with a smile I grabbed my skateboard and shut the trunk with the rope hanging out of it. Then I looked at my friends and said "watch this!" and I pulled the rope as far as it would go and set my skateboard on the ground and after standing on it still holding the rope I turned to my friends and just simply smiled. They knew the plan! lol So after deciding that the Trinity Baptist parking lot was the best place to go we loaded up in my car and headed off. When we got there I got out the rope and Amber took a seat behind the wheel while I got on the skateboard. After giving her the thumbs up she started to take off and my skateboard started to roll. But then the wheel of the board got stuck and I flew off the skateboard because I was still holding onto the rope that was attached to the moving vehicle. But it wasn't going that fast so i didn't fall. After about an hour of just messing around, each one of us taking a turn on the board and trying different techniques such as sitting on the skateboard, I figured out that it worked best when I was sitting on the board and when I was being pulled uphill without any turns. When we went downhill my skateboard actually went faster than car and flew past it! lol So I suggested that we go to the New Gym parking lot and they try to pull me up the hill while I was sitting on the board! It worked perfectly! It was a blast!...By then it was 8 o'clock and I was walking down the hill so I could once again be pulled up it and who drives up but my DT (Lindsey)!!! And she just looked at the rope and the skateboard in my hand and sighed and said what are you doing? Then I proceeded to tell her I was having a blast and she should watch and she said "Oh my word...I can't watch...you are going to kill yourself!" That's why she's my DT! lol She was thinking of all the things that could happen to me and I was thinking of all the fun I was having! lol So after showing her just how much fun it was, she still thought I was crazy and I was exhausted so I put my skateboard away for the night and we parted ways....and even though I will probably go skateboarding again it's good to know that I always have my DT who is there for me and is looking out for my best interest...and even though I don't like it when she makes me stop and think about how I could get hurt...it means maybe next time I will wear a helmet and I will be less likely to hurt myself! lol

The Meaning of Life....

Gazing out across the rolling green hills, I am awe struck by the most spectacular sight in the world. The morning sky is filled with majestic purples and pinks flowing carelessly around the marvelous rising yellow sun. During that brief moment I am able to just stand there and take in the splendor that is God's creation, and time seems as if it stands still. How I wish I could live in that moment for ever. For during those few brief moments before I have to enter reality once again and travel work, everything is so calm and serene and it is then that I am able to find the true meaning of life. During that time, I am able to stand back and look at my life with a new perspective and I see how caught up I get in the little things. Life isn't about good grades, making money, or having a nice car...all of those things could be taken away in an instant....one failed test, one poor investment, or one careless driver could ruin years of hard work to achieve these minor successes....life is about what money can't buy...family, friends, and most importantly God...it takes some people a lifetime before they realize this and sometimes a life time is not enough...my grandpa went his whole life working hard and never spending any money frivolously...he wouldn't even take my mom and uncles on vacation because it was a waste of money....and he never showed affection towards anyone...he was a good man...but I can only recall one time he told me he loved me...one time...that's it...and then when I was thirteen years old cancer got the best of him and he passed away. The last thing I said to him was "I love you grandpa" and he was too weak to say anything in return...but I know deep down he heard me and I know he loved me too....he was always teaching me lessons...lessons in self discipline and work ethic...but one lesson he taught me without meaning to. I loved him dearly, but he taught me how not to be...through him I learned that everything you can work years for can become meaningless in the blink of an eye...when my grandpa was diagnosed with cancer he refused to get chemotherapy or radiation and instead try to find his own cure through herbal remedies and other various methods....he had too much pride to trust his life in someone else's hands....and slowly he grew weaker until he had to be hospitalized and he eventually died....He taught me that life is short and you never know when something will happen so you have to live like there isn't going to be a tomorrow...you can't take anything for granted...whether it's going outside and dancing in the rain or singing at the top of your lungs even though you aren't so great...you have to live life to the fullest...focusing on the positive, not the negative...and I am very thankful that I am able to see this at 17...I have my whole life ahead of me still and I can't wait to see what God has planned for me...but for now I am content with my five minutes of peace every Saturday and Sunday morning before I go to work. :)

Sharks and Crocodiles...oh yea and biscuit cans too!

This morning I had to be up at six so that I could get ready in time to be at work at seven...well let's just say I was very tired still. I know this is going to sound very five year oldish but I had a bad dream and when I have bad dreams even though I am asleep I don't awake feeling very rested! lol Anyway...I dreamt that I was at my house and there was a giant pool...when I say giant I mean at least 50 feet deep! So I was swimming in the giant pool and my brother was too and we were having a blast...the top of the water was crystal clear and it seemed like the perfect day...well something very strange...even though the top of the water was crystal clear for some reason I could not see below the surface...but when I went under I could see all the way across the pool and all the way to the bottom which like I said was at least 50 feet down! So anyway...I was having fun and then I decided to dive down and see how deep I could go...well when I went under water I saw the scariest sight in my life!...There were at least a hundred sharks swimming around! I was so scared!!! I came to the top as fast as I could and yelled at Joseph and told him that we had to get out as soon as possible! At first he didn't believe me but then I told him to go under the water and when he did he came up and started freaking out....I knew I had to go over and save him! So after I made it out of the pool I found a raft and paddled as quickly as I could over to him and everything seemed like it was going to be alright but as soon as I tried to get him out of the water I noticed crocodiles coming our way! Soon after I noticed them they were trying to pull down my raft and all I could think to do was to get my brother out of the water and try and get him to safety (see I am a good sister after all! lol) Anyway...we somehow managed to get out of the pool...but that was not the end of all my troubles! We ran to go tell mom about the sharks and crocodiles but she wouldn't listen! She said look at the water there is nothing in there! I tried to tell her that it was just a reflection and you couldn't actually see what was in the water til you went under! But she still wouldn't believe and neither would Cora or Quinn! So long story short I spent the remainder of my night in my dream world trying to keep people from getting in the deadly water! It was horrible!!!! Needless to say I was very happy when I woke up and I was still in the comfort of my room under my Spongebob Squarepants sheets away from any pools! lol
Although a dream may appear horrible at the time or even very enjoyable for that matter of fact, in retrospect I find dreams to be very interesting! I guess with my five year old mind the idea of a world without any constraints is very appealing! lol But I also love how your dreams combine everything in your life...no matter if it's what you did the previous day or a random thought you had two weeks ago...the dreams you have are yours and that's what makes them unique! Whether it's a fear of crocodiles or sharks or even biscuit cans (Yes I find refrigerated biscuit cans to be one of the most frightening things in the world...you never know when they will open and explode!)... dreams are all your own and they are a way to escape from reality and the stress of life! :)

How I got my five dollars back....(The continuing saga of how I got ripped off at Wal-Mart)

Well...as I said in a previous post I used to like Wal-Mart but ever since they ripped me off I have a new opinion about the store. Anyway...It seemed like my five dollars was gone forever and I would just have to live with that fact...well little did I know that the next day before my mom went to work she stopped by Wal-Mart to have a chat with Trent the store manager. Well unfortunately Trent was off for the day so my mom called the store and asked to speak to a manager. The manager she talked to was not the brightest crayon in the box if you know what I mean lol...I mean she first asked my mom.."Okay, was it the self checkout machines on the food or the general merchandise side of the store?"...and mom was like "Have you looked at your store lately...there are only self checkouts on the general merchandise side!" ...and the lady said "Oh yea..I guess you are right!" lol Well after my mom explained the story to the manager, she said "Let me transfer you to accounting"....which was fine with my mom because she was tired of talking to the lady...well....the next thing my mom hears when she thought she was being transfered to accounting was "Meat department...how may I help you?" ...The lady transfered her to the MEAT DEPARTMENT! lol Well my mom hangs up and calls the store back and asks for accounting and after a brief talk, the lady in accounting tells my mom to come by and pick up my five dollars! So now I am happy once again and very thankful to my mom for going to all the trouble to get my five dollars back! She proved that persistence pays off! :)

An ADDictive personality

In the past few weeks I have started to notice just how crazy I really am. Lol In the time when I am not working, I find myself with a lot of time on my hands now that school is over for the summer. And when I have a lot of time, that means I have a lot of time for thinking. In these past couple of weeks, I have started to notice how "unique" I am, but at the same time I realize how much I love my personality because I guarantee you there is no one exactly like me. I believe I have ADD and I do tend to have an addictive personality, but that's all part of who I am it makes me that much more interesting! Lol
First the ADD....I read one time that ADD is characterized by inattention, hyperactivity, and impulsivity...Well...my first thought when I saw this was "Crap...that's me!" lol....But now I don't think it is such a bad thing...If you know me, you know that I tend to switch from subject to subject without any warning when I am talking, even though the new subject has nothing to do with what we were talking about. But something strange....if I start a story I HAVE to finish it...no matter what. It doesn't matter if it is thirty minutes later and we are talking about something entirely different I will just start where I left off with my story....Believe me...I have tried to just let a story go...It doesn't work...at all...It only manages to drive me more insane. ...Oddly enough people I have known my entire life are still surprised when I do this, but thankfully I have found one friend who has figured it out and learned that switching subjects randomly and having to finish stories is just part of who I am and sometimes she uses it to her advantage but I am thankful at least one person understands me and my thought process....Anyway...looking back at the symptoms of ADD...hyperactivity...this may be one characteristic I don't show...ok maybe that was a lie...I tend to have the mind of a five year old...which means not only do I have the same attention span...I also have to be doing something at all times...I get bored very easily and I can't stand doing the same thing for extended periods of time...that's why I almost go insane at work every night...it's not that I hate what I do at my job...I just get so bored! Lol I also enjoy doing things with a slight risk factor involved....knowing I could get in trouble or blow my hand off only makes it more exciting for me...for example...I am a pyromaniac! lol...And nothing excites me more than playing the lottery at work while trying not to get caught by a customer or my boss for that matter of fact! lol Finally...impulsivity...well I don't think I am that impulsive...ok that was another lie Lol....I don't always think things through before I do them...if it sounds fun...I am going for it! Whether it's as dangerous as trying to climb to the very top of a tree or as harmless as running outside to catch lightning bugs...like I said if it's fun...I am going to go for it! (Don't worry I don't mean drugs or anything that bad! lol)....thankfully though the same friend who understands my thought process is also the person who thinks things through for me! She's my DT (designated thinker) Lol! Now on to the addictive aspect of my personality....
I guess part of why I have an addictive personality is because of my ADD...For example....I drank nothing but energy drinks for like two months...then one day I was bored with them and then all I drank for the next month was Sprite...then the next month it was sweet tea from McDonalds...now it is Mountain Dew! lol I become bored with things and I have to try something new! If I find something and I like it...well....then it is all I want for the next couple of months until I find something else worthy of my devotion and that goes for almost all aspects of my life...I mean one month I was into skateboarding and the next boxing! lol
Well...now that I managed to make myself look like I am an insane freak...and even though I love everything about me....I should probably say something in defense of myself so I don't look so crazy...I do get good grades in school...I am never in trouble...and if it is something I really care about or means a lot to me I become just the opposite of the inattentive, hyperactive, and impulsive....instead I become very focused and passionate about what I am doing!...For example it is my goal to become a chef...and I will do whatever it takes to succeed in the culinary field...but I guess that's a story for another post some other day! lol

I used to like Wal-Mart...

I used to like Wal-Mart but as of about ten thirty this morning I definitely do not anymore! So I went to the self check out to buy a couple items I needed....you know the usual...razors to shave my legs, air fresheners for my car, and off course a fire starter that I found while I was in the camping aisle looking at the machetes! :)...Anyway...So I put in a five dollar bill and then a bunch of ones to pay for the amount...and when I looked over to see how much change I was getting to know if I could buy a fifty cent soda it showed that i still owed four something! It hadn't read my five dollar bill at all! I was mad...so I told the lady standing there that the machine had ripped my off and she said that it says I didn't give it a five so there was nothing she could do about it! This made me so angry! I said "Are you freaking kidding me?" I couldn't believe that she believed the machine over me...I mean I work in a grocery store and I know that the machines sometimes make mistakes! And to make things worse...she was management!...So it wasn't like she couldn't have fixed it! So I ended up just paying five more dollars and storming out of there before I punched someone or kicked the machine! lol

"Insert cheque to be franked"

Yesterday at four in the afternoon I headed to work at Town and Country like I would any other day of the week. When I arrived, I headed to the back to sign in, and I began my five hour shift from 4 to 9. As I grabbed a drawer out of the office, I happened to glance at the computer screen of the register and notice that it was completely different. They had installed the new system that had been talked about for months. After seeing that, I knew I was in for a wonderful night. I had always secretly hoped that the new system would not be installed until after I quit Town and Country in a year or so. But I am not that lucky.
We experienced problems with the new system right from the start. The day checker whose place I was taking said that they had been struggling with it all day. And I could tell that the night shift wouldn't be any different when the day checker tried to sign off and it wouldn't let her. So I stood there for at least ten minutes waiting for my manager to figure out how to get the computer to work so I could sign on and help take care of the growing line that was forming in the next check out lane.
Finally, the manager just gave up and told the checker to sign off without running any reports for food stamps, debit, or credit slips. All I could think was that it was going to be a huge pain in the morning when they tried to do the books and balance everything! But I didn't have time to just stand there and ponder future problems, I had to sign on and check out the ten people in my line standing there with frowns on their faces.
So as my night continued we experienced problem after problem, but luckily we didn't break any computers permanently and everyone was able to get their groceries that they came for. Although the system was very frustrating, there was one funny aspect to it. I decided that the system was German. Everytime I went to run a check it spelled it "cheque" and whenever I had a WIC check it said "Insert document to be franked." Ok, so I'm thinking who is Frank and why does he have to endorse our WIC checks or cheques as I should be calling them?! lol
Anyway...Although by the end of the night I was starting to get used to the system, I had a new set of problems. Apparently the day shift didn't put away any of the cigs, chew, or candy that came in on the truck on Wednesdays! Putting away that stuff is their only job besides checking! I know the new system is tough to get used to, but I had to deal with it too! So I didn't appreciate it when I walked in to start my shift and the day checker tells me "Oh yea, by the way you need to put away those crates of stuff that came in on the truck today." Well, there were like twenty crates, I had other stuff I had to do that was part of the night routine, and it was insanely busy that night. So I ended up staying after until ten thirty to try and get everything done! I was not a happy camper! But I guess there is a bright side. After all I did earn another hour and half worth of pay!
So tomorrow when I go back into work at four hopefully everything will run smoothly, but for now I am just happy it is my day off! :)

Oh the joys of having a younger brother....

This morning I woke up hoping to enjoy the peacefulness of the beautiful June morning but as soon as I came out of my room after getting ready I was greeted by my brother Joseph who at thirteen years old is a typical annoying sibling. As I came out of my room after I had taken a shower and gotten dressed, I heard "Wow Jordan...u look like crap today!" That's my brother! lol Over the years I have learned to ignore his comments, but I always tell him, "Why do you always try to be annoying? You do realize that it is possible for us to get along if you would just be nicer." And he always replies with a big smile and says "Yea I know it's possible, but I am your thirteen year old brother...it's my job to annoy you!" So I just sigh and go on with whatever I am doing at the moment. But the truth is no matter how much he annoys me...I mean yesterday we went to Wal-Mart and he locked me out of my car and just sat inside and acted like he didn't see me there trying to get him to let me back in, making me look like an idiot...but I will always love him and be there for him. And I know that deep down he cares for me too. As we have gotten older we have grown closer and as I get ready to enter my senior year of high school I realize how much I will miss him when I go off to college. Although we may have our fights and arguments, he will always be my little brother and I wouldn't trade him for anyone else in the world!

Why Machetes?

Before I actually start documenting my life, I feel that it is necessary that I first explain why I chose the title "So I was in the camping aisle looking at the machetes..." After all I wouldn't want people to think I am a pyscho killer, because I most definitely am not! lol Actually the reason I chose it is because it describes me perfectly! Well besides the fact that I actually said it one day when I was explaining where I found these cool things that change the color of fire, it describes me because it is completely random! I love being random and spontaneous! I wouldn't trade my five year old mind and ADD for anything! Lol I love life and I intend to live it to the fullest! : )