My Top 5 Blogs.

Five of my favorite blogs, per the request of the prompt.  I love several blogs.. so many of which belong to those that I have the chance to call friend in this little life of mine..  So I kinda feel like a bad blogger for choosing a select few,  but this was actually a very easy choice because with as many as there are...  I just so happened to beg exactly 5 bloggers to do this link-up with me.  And a link to a post of theirs that I love the very most.  It's like Jenni knew I only asked 5 people.

Alissa the time she photo-shopped myself as Justin Bibers new "girlfriend"..  

Whitney the time she was practically naked outside.

Jes how sexy she will be at her bachelorette party as Honey Boo Boo's Mom.

Tiff the time she sneezed and got her period.  This is in fact my favorite post anyone has ever done.

Briss her greatest fear. just.. just.. just.. I just can't stand it.. so hysterical.

If any of these girls knew how wonderful they really are.. how beautiful, hilarious and incredible they are.. perhaps now is my time in this sentence to tell them just that.  I am so lucky. You would be a fool to not have these girls in your life. But oddly enough I don't want to share, but it's too late now.

A Story From My Childhood..

The subject for today? A vivid childhood memory.

P.S. This is meant to be read quickly.

So, there I was sleeping in my bedroom, so small it was practically the size of closet underneath a stair case. At this point my dad is freaking out banging two by fours against all of our windows and doors to prevent that mail man from delivering more mail into our house.  I can't help but think that he has taken his agoraphobia way too far, and what kind of delusion he has about these letters we keep getting.  Pay your bills, moron.  His mustache freaks me out, but I wasn't old enough to realize that it should be creeper status.  He then says, "pack your stupid bags.. we're going on vacation."   And I think.. well that's great, maybe we'll go through the chimney to get out, what an idiot.

He then drives us like a bat out of hell to the coast, and for the life of me I cannot figure out how this is happening because I had no idea we lived by the ocean.  My brother is so annoying I want to punch him or kill him.  but apparently murder is illegal, something they would teach me in school in my later years..  except if you kill this super, super, super evil bad dude.. then you're a hero.. so maybe I could get away with that.. man my head hurts all the sudden.   My mother is also a bit insane.  That's why when we're on a ridiculous boat with two of us being extremely overweight.. heading to our hotel which looks a whole heck of a lot like a life house in the middle of a storm that seemed like the Greek Gods were busy stirring up, I couldn't hlep but wonder if I was the only sane one.

We're inside, and I can't remember the last time I ate.  But I'm not hungry, but I think the sea is, and it's going to swallow us whole.. but I kinda don't care at this point, because it would be the most exciting thing that happens to me on my birthday, oh yeah, it was my birthday.  Meanwhile the door comes flying off it's hinges and hits the floor and some Jack and the Beanstock Giant looking dude comes in.. and I'm wondering if I smoked crack because honestly.. well clearly I didn't think crack, I was  just a kid.. guys.  Lucky for me, I was wearing my glasses, even if one of the lenses is cracked like the sidewalk.  But then my dad and mom are pooping their pants over this Giant and my brother looks dumb per the usual.

And then the Beanstock Giant says, "Happy Birthday, Shay!" And I was so shocked he remembered because my family has never remembered, so it's kinda a miracle that i even know it's my birthday, or that he does.  And then people start freaking out because the fire starts.. what's the big deal?  He used a giant stick to start it from across the room.  It's probably just a laser.  And then one thing led to another and he said to me..

"you're a Wizard Harry Shay.."

Day 18, omg. And just so we're clear, this IS my favorite blog post of all time.

A Favorite Photo Of Myself, And Why.

First off, I want to thank all of you for your unbelievably kind words yesterday, in regards to my lot it life.  It was a lot little tough going around blogland for a bit tonight (Thursday night) and seeing how a lot of people chose to say " I have no lot, I'm blessed.." Ugh, I don't want to talk about it.  I felt a bit stupid.  My friend had to talk me down off the deleting ledge.  Man.  So if you're wondering why I didn't stop by your world, it's because I called it a night.  You'll forgive me, right?  And the joy in tonight is knowing that I have 10 clinical hours done, and a hike in Zions National Park with my friend Court in the morning.. *in case you were dying to know my whereabouts today* That being said, a favorite photo of yourself and why.. well. here. you. go.

Let's just get this out of the way, that photo? It looks fake.  From the wind blowing my hair to the mountains, but I promise you it's very real.  It was taken by Amy who just so happens to be a photographer, but I promise you I did not pack her up and say, "hey will you take my picture at the grand canyon, and make everyone think that I might just be the most dramatic person in the entire world?"

This photo, I have always loved this photo.  It was taken in June of 2012 at the North Rim of the Grand Canyon.  Which is an extraordinary place in and of itself to be, but I was standing on the brink of freedom in this photo, I remember that day clear as a bell, who I was with, and why I loved this moment, but I was also feeling absolute freedom, almost invisible, as if struggle was a ghost that was simply rumored.  I felt a happiness of chains lifted, and a palpable refuge in the safety of the moment.  It was a moment in my life I'll never forget.  I remember this in fine, beautiful, never ending detail.  I would go back to this day in a heartbeat.  That moment where you finally see your self-worth.. the self-worth that had been overshadowed by a life I had lost my way in for a while.  And I saw it through the eyes of another and a Canyon that God Himself could have only created.

I'll forever love this photo.