Here's My Story

Friday, October 7, 2011

Age: 29...yowza I'm getting old

Bedsize: queen...but I need a king..lolz

Chores that you hate: hmmm...i actually kinda like doing chores, but if I had to choose, dishes

Dogs: I want one, but I'm kinda poor, so no pooch for me

Essential start to your day: go pee then drink a cup of coffee

Favorite color: light blue and light yellow

Gold or Silver: silver...gold is gaudy

Height: 5'-7"

Instruments you play: hmm...not a single one

Job title: Studio Photographer (doing a little dance)

Kids: i have one...she's kinda awesome

Live: florida...here's some advice...stear clear...it sucks here

Mother's Name: Mom

Nicknames: nikki, nik, nicolai (if you're dayna)

Overnight hospital stays: having a baby and having navy doctors almost kill you will take care of that easy peasy

Pet peeves: people who do not speak proper english, aka when they say, "what her doing?" um excuse me...i believe it is actually supposed to be "what is she doing?" kthnxbye

Quote from a movie or tv show:"You have all the tools you need. Now fight!" Sucker Punch

Right or Lefty: righty

Siblings: i have loads...lol...three sisters, two brothers

Time you wake up: depends...between 630 and 715

Underwear: under where?

Vegetable you hate: lima beans, peas, spinach, cooked carrots

What makes you run late: hmm...nothing...i hate being late...if I'm late its because of circumstances outside of my control

X-Rays You've Had: my knee

Yummy food you make: the title is fitting...its called yummy chicken dinner and it's yummy.

Zoo Animal:what about them? i like bears..they're kinda cool..and peacocks too

Thursday, August 4, 2011

two years...

It's kind of crazy...this day two years ago, I got a devastating email telling me that one of my oldest and best friends had passed away. In the subsequent months, I cried all the time, wrote pointless letters to you and missed you like crazy.

Then one day I woke up and found that it didn't hurt, or make me cry, as much as it did. Then a year later I found that as much as I still missed you, the pain was no where near as bad as it was when I found out.

Two years later, I am ashamed to admit that I almost forgot today was the day I found out you departed this world. I dreamed of you this morning, and as I woke up, still caught in the lingering fragments of the dream, it all came rushing back to me in stunning clarity; the email, the heartbreak, the depression, the obsession with sad music and random tumblr posts that made me think of you.

Even though it's been two years, you are still missed and loved more than you could possibly ever imagine. Those who knew you never have forgotten you, and though the passage of time has done wonders in easing the pain, the wound still remains, lingering just below the flesh, a mere scar on the heart that will never fully be healed.