Monday, December 21, 2009

Writing is an Invicible Force...

Seriously, I have used the ability to write to weasel my way out of get through some tough situations. To me, it's the most powerful tool we humans possess.

Ok, for example, (begin cheesy cliché here): "The pen is mightier than the sword."

It's true.
{just sayin'}

Ok, so I may have a bias about writing, I mean it does require my favorite subject (reading), and you have to use TYPOGRAPHY in most instances, but really. Think of all the situations that writing can make you go from good to great.

{Resumé} A bad resumé can take a job offer from "deal" to "no deal." A well written one, adversely, can make up for a slightly shaky interview, sometimes.

{Grade Boosting} I may or may not be speaking from experience on this one. But seriously, mad writing skillz can take your high "B" to a low "A" in a flash.

{Thank-You cards} You can take your standard "Thank-You, Great Aunt Myrtle, for the knitted sweater at Christmas" to something much more decorated than that. Like, almost as decorated as the doilies and jingle bells on said sweater (but not so much to make you receive two next year).

{Reading} Seriously, writing and reading go hand in hand. So does spelling. The more you read, write, and spell, the better you get at all three. The Holy Trinity of Literacy, as I like to say.

{Social Networking} Sometimes communicating via electronics can misconstrue emotions and words. Knowing how to write can help you find alternative messages that will have the intended meaning, and not the possible misconceptions.

{Stress Relief} Writing is a big stress relief for me. I'm always writing poetry, writing blog entries (even if no one reads them, tear), and e-mails. It's a way to say what you want to say, without actually saying it. If that makes any sense.

{Comic Relief} I've read some pretty hilarious stuff online since May or June. I love it.

{Confidence} Writing is one more attribute that I feel adds to your self-confidence level. Along with friendship, fulfilled goals, and a sweet pair of shoes, knowing that you can successfully write something can make you feel really good about yourself.

Anyway, folks, if nothing else, start small. Write a love letter to your beau, make yourself a charming love note to yourself, or write a letter to grandma. You'll be a job-bearing, stress-free, happy guy or gal in no time.

Chao.

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Thursday, December 17, 2009

2 years, 10 months, and 3 days

Dear Michael,

It seems like everyone our age is married, getting married, or having babies. It kind of gets your clock ticking (ok, just mine).

But I digress.

Although sometimes it makes me feel like I am falling behind, or out of the loop, per se, I try not to let it bother me…

…I try to see the full picture, the future. The dreams I have for myself and for us. Everything from the vacations we want to take to the perfect cabinet height (you know, so I can lift my KitchenAid mixer unobstructed.{grin})

…I also try to think of the present. The little things we do for one another. Cooking dinner, doing laundry, sharing phones when one is broken. It is these moments that I know we will treasure for a lifetime.

…As well as the past. (The good times in the past. I don’t think about the bad times as much as you may think.) We’ve had our ups, we’ve had our downs, but we’ve always risen from the ashes stronger than before. We’ve been together so long it seems hard to imagine life without the other. (I’ll skip the cheesy list of famous pairs, although you know how much I love to list things.)

And even if we’ve been together for 2 years, 10 months, and 3 days (who’s counting, anyway?) why should we rush a good thing?

We have 2 years, 10 months, and 3 days of memories. That’s more than a lot of people our age can say. And I know, when the time is right, things will happen for us too.

(But, P.S., please be patient with me when I’m feeling down and out about it.)

(But, P.S.S., I’m ready when you are.)

Here’s to many more 2 years, 10 months, and 3 days.

Love, Amanda


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Monday, December 7, 2009

Semester City

It's that time again, folks. Semesters. We are trying to remain sane individuals, but given a late night computer crash for Michael, and the normal stress that accompanies this occasion, it seems more difficult. Caffeine and YouTube breaks help.

We hope to get some traveling in over our break...to the "Kraus House" in Kirkwood, MO and Nashville, TN, specifically. We'll keep you updated, for sure. We might even share the YouTube videos we find on our study break! :)

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Monday, November 30, 2009

For His Birthday...

Michael,

Today is your birthday. I am very, VERY VERY (do you get how very?!) blessed to have had the privilege of knowing & loving you for the past 5 years. I could write a blog about all the things you mean to me, but I think you already know, and it’s your birthday, for pete sakes. There’s cake to be eaten!

What you don’t know is that your birthday is just as exciting for me as it is for you. I enjoy planning your gift, researching it (scheming for it), wrapping it, and of course, you know my favorite part, making the card.

There are some things I don’t know. Like exactly what you were like as a kid. But I do know the people that knew & loved you in that phase of your life. That’s why I asked them for a favor in honor of your 21st birthday.

Enjoy, Birthday Boy. We love you.

Love,
Amanda

{look at that stud!}

Dear Mikey,

You were our Christmas bonus and blessing. I remember telling Matty and Katie that they were going to be a big bro and sis, I'll let Katie tell her story about that. Matthew was so excited, as long as it was going to be a boy--he had had enough of girls! I told him I couldn't guarantee that. I explained to them that all you would do the first few months was eat, sleep, poop, and cry and that is what you did but no one minded as long as we could find the binkie! We put you under the Christmas tree and put a bow on your tummy to show you were our Christmas present.

Dad, Katie and Matt all made wonderful posters welcoming you home.

Since the mom-mobile was always going somewhere, I think you thought you lived in your car seat. One day we could all stay home, but you went and got into your car seat anyway. I had to drive you around the block before you would get out! You were a great trooper being taken to all of your big siblings activities.

You were our snuggle-bug boy, so never get too old to give out hugs.

Happy 21st.

We love you,

mom and dad

{yes, he was little once!}

Mikey,

I just want to wish you a happy 21st birthday! You have been jokingly my pet since we were little kids—which also translates into one of my best friends. When I asked for a puppy and mom told me that I was getting a little brother or sister I was so bummed. I didn't like the idea of having to share mom and dad with another sibling and also I was losing my spot as being the youngest child. I was not happy. Although when you finally did show up in December I was very excited! When you were little I always wondered why you were so red all the time. I thought you were just doing the number two ALL the time. So if you ever wondered how you got the nickname terd that is where that came from. LOL. We have had a lot of great memories together! The one that sticks in my mind the most is when you brought home a turtle and mom asked where that came from and you told her with your little innocent face with out breaking a smile "it followed me home." I should of thought of that one about getting a dog. We have had our ups and downs as brother and sister but you will always be my best friend. There are things that I will always share with you that we will never tell mom and dad. Hehehe. We have been doing that since we were little. Well I will quit writing and just wish you a Happy Birthday. May your glass never go dry. I love you bro.

Love your Annoying older sister

Katie

{what a sweet little face!}

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Monday, November 23, 2009

My Thanksgiving Post

This Thanksgiving feels different to me than it ever has. Actually, the whole holiday season in general feels off-kilter.

Since I moved out on my own in May of this year, I feel like I have changed/grown as a person significantly. For the better, for the most part.

Thanksgiving is more than just turkey and mashed potatoes this year, all though I will thoroughly enjoy in the feast. It’s more about the people that will be there and how lucky I am that I can actually spend the holiday with them.

I’m thankful that these people made me the way I am. My parents, for obvious reasons, but also for some of the personality traits I absorbed from each of them. My grandparents, for showing me the real meaning of hard work, sacrifice, and love. I saw a younger version of myself through siblings and cousins going through teenagerdom.

I have seen a lot in my years, but never as much as I have seen in one year as in 2009.

I graduated from community college with my Associate’s in Graphic Design (yay! Go me).

I moved out – a major milestone in everyone’s life. I learned how hard it is to take care of a household and work, and go to school all at the same time.

I left a job (and co-workers) that I thoroughly loved with all of my heart, but it had to happen when I moved.

I started a new job, and met a group of people that I enjoy to work with very much – and I’m building a portfolio in the process.

I saw my wonderful boyfriend of nearly 3 years win a national competition in his chosen field, and it made me so proud.

I started my first semester at the university level, and had a reality check as to howclose I actually am to finishing school. For good.

I saw my cousin (the only one older than me) get married, and gain a husband and two young step-sons. I saw the real meaning of love, and realized that my own moment may not be too far away.

On a much deeper, sadder note, I saw my first best friend tragically lose her dad. My “second mom” as a kid lose her husband, and a piece of my heart broke.

My grandma had surgery to install a shunt to relieve spinal fluid pressure that was building on her brain. She has since been placed in a nursing home for rehabilitation.

2009 has been a year of mixed emotions for me, but I feel like I have grown/matured as a woman. Thanksgiving this year is not entirely about the food this year, just like Christmas won’t be about the gifts.

How was 2009 for you?

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Wednesday, November 18, 2009

This day sucks!

It's cold, it's wet,

dreary and dark.


Need I say more about my day?

Ok.


The ladies on "The View" were way off mark.

Need more?

Sure.


I can't cut a square,

there's clothes everywhere.


Had enough?

(Me too.) This day's been rough.


Until next time,

until next rhyme,

Adios.


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Monday, November 16, 2009

Life feels slow.

Life feels slow, ya know?

Like I'm walking in quicksand.


Lives are blossoming around me,

...and I'm still stationary.



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Saturday, November 7, 2009

Whew!

Well, blog followers (if there are any of you), I PASSED MY PORTFOLIO REVIEW.

...and I had an awesome weekend with family.


Life is good today.


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Monday, November 2, 2009

Sometimes...

Sometimes, do you want to go back

To the times that you were young?


Sometimes, do you wish your eyes had not seen

All that it has?


I do. I wish that I could see the faces of my family,

With less wrinkles, more hair, smiling once again.


Maybe it’s selfish on my behalf; for I have a sensitive heart.

I just wish I could be young again.


When life was easy.


When I was innocent to the pain in the world.


And I could have you back in my life.



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Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Portfolios, Poems & Pizza

I have a portfolio review coming up in a few weeks, to determine if I am able to enroll in 300-level classes for the spring.

Because of this, my poetry/writing/everythingelse will be limited.

Also, we will probably be ingesting a lot of frozen pizza.



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