Who do you think I am?

Every day we go on our Facebook pages and update. We share, photo's, places we go, things we do, thoughts and many other things. But rarely do we think of what our pages tell others about us. Who do they think you are by just looking at your page?

Recently, I have pondered this thought. What does my page say about me? When someone goes on my page, who do they think I am? So I went back through the highlights of my Facebook page. And besides my "About Me",this is what I found

God is very important to me. I have shared times God has brought me through stuff, things he has shown and taught me. And I have shared my testimony.

Family is important to me as well. We may not get together as much as we should. And we may be separated by miles or county's. But it's good to know that there are people out there that love and care for you. And share the same crazy genetics as you.

I love to make things. Maybe a little to much. But still, I love to be crafty and make something beautiful out of something simple. I love to share the things I create on my page.

I am Native American(Mvskoke). I love to rock my moccasins( shoes, not snakes), sit around and make baskets. And there were those two awesome years that I was a princess for my tribe and those times changed my life in so many ways.

I post crazy/humorous things. Mostly because I love to make people laugh and you never know when someone is feeling down or has had a bad day and needs a laugh. Sometimes people don't understand my humor. And that's okay to.

I quite possibly have an obsession with going to concerts. And I don't think there is a cure. But I'm okay with that.

I love to write. I write what God gives me. I also write songs. And sometimes I share those songs on my page. It takes a lot for me to post them. I tend to be very critical of what others might think about them.

And the last thing I noticed is that once in a while, I do something unexpected and adventurous that makes people wonder if they really know all there is to know about me.

I love to write songs. When I can't figure stuff out all I have to do is write. And also I like to write from stories other people tell me and I hear.

(Verse1)
They say history just repeats itself,
Well you know it's true....
She's just gonna turn around,
And do the same things to you.....
Again....

You thought she had changed her ways..,
And was the girl you loved before...
But she fooled you with everything..,
You don't know who she is,anymore..

(Chorus Intro)
Why do we let people...,
Walk in and out of our door?

(Chorus)
Do we do it because we're weak?,
Do we hope that people change?,
Do we do it because we miss what we once had?....
Why do we give a hundred chances..,
So sure that we can fix it...,
It seems fine for awhile,but never lasts....
If history just repeats itself,
I must be wasting my time.....

(Verse2)
You open the door,and pull out a chair..,
But still her nose is so high in the air...,
That if it rains she might drowned...

She says she loves you in every way,
With you she'll always stay...,
Then she's never around.....

(Chorus Intro)
Aren't you tired of her,
Always letting you down?

(Chorus)
Do we do it because we're weak?,
Do we hope that people change?,
Do we do it because we miss what we once had?....
Why do we give a hundred chances..,
So sure that we can fix it...,
It seems fine for awhile,but never lasts....
If history just repeats itself,
I must be wasting my time.....

She promises she's changed her ways..,
And that with her it's better days...,
Seals it with a kiss.....
But deep inside you know..,
That's just another lie from her lips...

(Chorus)
Do we do it because we're weak?,
Do we hope that people change?,
Do we do it because we miss what we once had?....
Why do we give a hundred chances..,
So sure that we can fix it...,
It seems fine for awhile,but never lasts....
If history just repeats itself,
I must be wasting my time.....

You said if "History just repeats itself,
I must be wasting my time..."

Single for life?

Be honest, sometimes the thought crosses your mind, "Am I destined to be single? Does The Lord, not have someone out there for me?". It crosses my mind. But then I remind myself of the conclusion that came to me a little while ago. God has someone out there for me. And I can be sure that he is out there, because I trust God. I also know that as much as I pray for God to put him in my life, that I need to pray for him. I need to pray for his health, heart, and most importantly, his relationship with God. I also know that I may not be in the place God wants me to be yet and that's why this person isn't in my life. So every day I feel like I'm destined to stay single my whole life, I just remind myself he is out there, better myself and trust God.

But then again, I never forwarded those chain emails a few years ago.... 😧

Until the day I meet "him", here is a song I wrote for him.


"My Prayer For You"

(Verse1)
I hope you find everything that you've ever dreamed of,
I hope you find the light of your life.
I hope your heart is fuller than the ocean,
And you count your blessings like the stars at night..
I pray that you find strength when the road gets a little bumpy,
I pray that your faith only grows.
I hope you see the beauty in every storm,
And I hope you know...

(Chorus)
Sometimes life may knock you down,
But get back up again.
Cling tight to the truth,
Remember that God is your best friend..
I pray that goodbyes make you stronger,
I hope you always know,
That somebody's praying for you and,
You're loved more than you'll ever know.

(Verse2)
I hope you always believe in your dreams,
I hope you always believe in yourself.
I pray that wherever this road takes you,
That God surrounds you with His angels..
I hope you see the lesson in every mistake,
I hope you inspire wherever you go.
I pray that your light shines through the darkest days,
And I hope you know.

(Chorus)
Sometimes life may knock you down,
But get back up again.
Cling tight to the truth,
Remember that God is your best friend..
I pray that goodbyes make you stronger,
I hope you always know,
That somebody's praying for you and,
You're loved more than you'll ever know.

You're not getting any younger

Maybe there is a book I forgot to read. Or maybe some chart that never graced my eyes about when a person should date, get married and have children.
Here lately I find myself dreading going to gatherings where I will see family and friends. Being twenty years old and still living with my parents is apparently unacceptable to some people. The main questions I am always asked are; "Are you in school?", "Where do you work?", "Do you want children?" "You need a man, honey.".
Why does having a boyfriend, a job, or children, make me more or less of a person. Can't I just find myself and be that for a little while?
The next person that asks me any of those questions will be hit sarcastically with "It's hard to juggle a boyfriend and school when I'm hitting the pole every night."
                  Sarcastically,
                          Not a stripper

Music Monday

Last Friday I was taught how to play the C G D and E chord on my guitar. And Saturday I remembered them. It was so exciting for me because playing guitar is something I have wanted to do for a very long time. So learning those chords just gets me that much closer to playing. Now this week I have to learn the strumming patterns. And how to switch chords faster.
I will know that I can play guitar when I can play "Free Bird".

Do these shoes go with this dress?

As much as I may seem like I have an 'I don't care what you think.' attitude, I actually do care what people think. Before I send a message to someone, before I post something, I think it over because I don't want to offend anybody. It shouldn't take more than one minute to post a status on Facebook or send a text message but for me it does.

Remember those mean girls from school? Those people that just hate you for no reason? And the person that loves to pick you as their favorite subject to talk about? It should make you mad because they feel that way way right? Well for me its different. I do get mad but I can't stand for someone to dislike me. I like to think I'm a nice, helpful and humorous person. So when someone says they dislike me or wishes a train would run over me(it's been said before) I think what did I ever do to you? Did I unconsciously flip you the bird,cut you off in traffic or run over your cat? It bugs me and I over think it.

My sister doesn't let stuff bother her like that,she has thick skin. And I have this friend that honestly couldn't care less what somebody thinks about him. He tells it like it is. And he's one of the happiest people I know.

My sister tells me I shouldn't care what people think and I know it's true,but a zebra can't change it's stripes over night.

I have learned that people are going to always have a problem with what you say and do.They will always find something wrong with the way you walk,talk and any little thing about you. And I shouldn't let that bother me. A wise person once said "Your haters are your biggest fans." and I believe that's true. If I want to wear a pink shirt with red shorts,socks with flip flops or just be myself I will.
I am going to try and be more like my sister,friend and parents and not care what other people think about me. It's what I think and God thinks about me that counts.

Music To My Ears:Original

Here is the first song I am posting on here. I love to write songs about stuff I've been through and stuff I observe. And this song is an observation of mine.

(Verse1)
They say history just repeats itself,
Well you know it's true....
She's just gonna turn around,
And do the same things to you.....
Again....

You thought she had changed her ways..,
And was the girl you loved before...
But she fooled you with everything..,
You don't know who she is,anymore..

(Chorus Intro)
Why do we let people...,
Walk in and out of our door?

(Chorus)
Do we do it because we're weak?,
Do we hope that people change?,
Do we do it because we miss what we once had?....
Why do we give a hundred chances..,
So sure that we can fix it...,
It seems fine for awhile,but never last...
If history just repeats itself,
I must be wasting my time.....

(Verse2)
You open the door,and pull out a chair..,
But still her nose is so high in the air...,
That if it rains she might drowned...

She says she loves you in every way,
With you she'll always stay...,
Then she's never around.....

(Chorus Intro)
Aren't you tired of her,
Always letting you down?

(Chorus)
Do we do it because we're weak?,
Do we hope that people change?,
Do we do it because we miss what we once had?....
Why do we give a hundred chances..,
So sure that we can fix it...,
It seems fine for awhile,but never last...
If history just repeats itself,
I must be wasting my time.....

She promises she's changed her ways..,
And that with her it's better days...,
Seals it with a kiss.....
But deep inside you know..,
That's just another lie from her lips...

(Chorus)
Do we do it because we're weak?,
Do we hope that people change?,
Do we do it because we miss what we once had?....
Why do we give a hundred chances..,
So sure that we can fix it...,
It seems fine for awhile,but never last...
If history just repeats itself,
I must be wasting my time.....
You said if history just repeats itself,
I must be wasting my time...