25 in 24 days

I'm turning 25 years old at the end of this month. It's amazing how much things can change. 5 years ago I never imagined I would be where I am now. My goal in life was to be married and at least start thinking about having kids by the time I turned 25. It's obvious to see that I'm nowhere close to that.

It's always interesting looking back on your life. The choices you made reflect on who you are as a person. And even though I thought I would be married by now, I'm glad that I'm not because I would be married to an emotionally and mentally abusive a--hole. Being in that broken relationship made me realize what I strong person I really am and with the love and support of family and friends you can get through anything.

I had a hard time adjusting though when I started my new relationship in the summer of 2010. I felt impatient, ready to move on to the next step in my relationship, even though we had only been dating for 6 months. I felt like I had to start completely over and it set back my dreams and hope.

Luckily my mindset of things has changed. I realized it's not a big deal that I'm not married yet. (Even though everyone else around me is getting married!) It's good to take a step back, slow down . So now I'm currently enjoying life and looking forward to moving in with Tyrel. Will we get married? Hopefully someday

Wordless Wednesday: The love of my life

Although my boyfriend is probably the biggest goofball you will ever met, I love this man to death. He makes me so happy and I love how I can just be myself whenever I'm around him.

Tyrel Farley, I love you.

Weekend getaway!

My boyfriend and I spent the last weekend camping. It's been awhile since I've gone camping and it was a much needed and very relaxing weekend. I love the beach. It was so nice falling asleep to the soothing sounds of the oceans waves (with the occasional car from the highway) and then waking up to the sun shining and birds chirping.

The tent we stayed in was kind of small, a little smaller then what I'm use to, but we managed. The first night wasn't very conformable because we found a huge hole in our air mattress which meant sleeping on the hard ground with a tree root digging into our backs. The next day we went to Walmart and bought a new one so the second night we slept much better :)

My favorite part about going to the beach, is watching the sunset. If there is just the right amount of clouds, and the sun goes down at the right time, it makes for a gorgeous view!

Everyday we walked on the beach, and while doing that we discovered some cool sand castles that I wanted to share

This last one was actually created by Ty, just by walking on the beach :)

It was a great weekend and the weather was absolutely beautiful

My dorky boyfriend. I love this man!

Looks like I'm moving... yet again

Well Tyrel and I were approved for our apartment!

On Monday, we turned in our reservation fee which will go towards our deposit later. The move in date is September 16th.

As much as I'm not looking forward to moving again, it will be nice for me and Tyrel to have our own place. The next step in our relationship. A place to call my own once again.

In other news, we are pretty sure there is no one currently living in it but they gave us the 16th because they don't know how long it will take to clean, so it could be ready sooner!

RIP Cunha

Well yesterday was a sad day for me and my family. After almost 2 months of struggling with paralysis, I'm happy to say that Cunha is no longer suffering. He is no longer paralyzed and can run around as much as possible, chasing squirrels, deer and playing with cats. He is happy. And although we will no longer have someone to greet us at the door, someone to take on walks and hiking adventures, someone to play with, or someone to lay on your lap and take a little snooze I know that he is in a better place.

As we were driving to the vet, Cunha sat up front, with his head out the window, for one last time. I started to think to myself that this was it, I had to say good-bye to a wonderful friend of mine. The procedure happened and then he just layed there. I began to think if this was a good idea. If we had made the right decision. Then I heard the horrible two words come out of the vets mouth. "He's Gone." I then instantly felt a sense of guilt. Was it selfish of us to say good-bye? Are we bad people for doing this?? My mom reassured me. I feel this back legs, they are nothing but bones. All his muscle mass is gone. I can feel his hip bones. There are sores all over his butt and stomach area that could suffer from infection. Because he has no control over his bladder, we have to drain his bladder every 2 hours. In order for him to be in the house, he would need to wear doggie diapers. Even if there is some hope of him being able to walk again, we don't know how long it will take. It would be selfish of us to keep him alive and continue to live like this.

I start to feel better, and realize what we did was a good decision. I think about his quality life and think about how much he hated staying confined to his little box. How much he hated staying in the kitchen so he had limited amount of moving. He was not happy. I knew in my heart that Cunha did not want to live like this the rest of his life.

Goodbye Cunha. I'm going to miss you so much, but I know that you are in a better place. Rest in Peace

Home sweet home

I really hate moving. Yet it seems like I've been doing it all my life. Thinking back to my childhood I've moved 9 different times that I could remember, 6 of those times being in Corvallis. Granted when I was growing up I usually wasn't the one doing all the moving, but I remember packing everything up in boxes, moving, unpack and then 2 to 3 years later move again.

In my adult years I've moved 6 different times and then plan on moving again in September. As much I want to move in with Tyrel, I can tell you I'm not looking forward to moving for the 7th time... I'm hoping this will be the last time I move in a LONG time. I still have boxes currently in my closet and storage closet that were never unpacked. Constantly moving makes me feel less at home. My hope when I finally do move I will unpack all my boxes, and get rid of stuff I no longer use, and buy stuff to make my apartment feel more like home.

Too bad moving isn't this easy

Wordless Wednesday: Being goofy

While at the lake, I got a little bored and started messing with some of the camera settings I have on my computer. So for your entertainment, here are some goofy pictures