sing me a song
Day 11 of the 30 day challenge is to put my IPOD on shuffle and list the first 10 songs that show up. Easy enough….
- Akon: Beautiful
- Pitbull: Hey Baby <—-currently my favorite workout song!
- Train: Marry Me
- Fergie: Big Girls Don’t Cry
- Journey: Don’t Stop Believing
- Grey’s Anatomy Cast: The Story <—-I know a lot of you hated the musical edition of Grey’s Anatomy but I LOVED it!!
- One Republic: Secrets
- Christina Perri: Jar of Hearts
- Katy Perry: Teenage Dream <—-I tell Keith this is how he makes me feel! haha! Cheeseball!
- Nastaha Bedingfield: Strip Me
Quite the eclectic mix. I like all kinds of music. It’s funny because no country music came up but I have my fair share of country downloaded to my IPOD. I am not really picky. I am not a huge fan of heavy metal type music because it puts me on edge and makes me nervous.
Favorite Song of all time? Me: She Will Be Loved by Maroon 5.
love and kisses
Day 10 of the 30 day challenge is to discuss your first love and first kiss. Now for me those 2 things are not one in the same. ha! So let’s start with the fun one, my first kiss.
My first kiss was in the summer before 9th grade. Every summer day, my brother and I spent the.entire.day at the neighborhood pool that was about 1/2 mile from our house. Literally we would go in the morning, come home for lunch, go back, come home for dinner and then go back after dinner. We were little pool rats. I was crushing hard on Jared Spataro (please lord, don’t let him or anyone related to him read or find my blog) and he was crushing on me. Finally after a month of endless flirting, phone calls and pool fun we kissed. He walked me out of the pool gates, acted a little nervous, leaned in and kissed me. **Fireworks** I was so “love-struck” that I walked all the way home in a daze. When I got home my Dad looked at me and said, “Kelly, didn’t you ride your bike to the pool?” Ha! I was in such a daze that I had forgotten that I rode my bike and had walked home. I was too embarrassed to go get it and waited until the next day. Such fun memories. 🙂
Now my first love (and only love aside from Keith) was my high school and college boyfriend. I won’t say his name because this story is a tad more personal. Anyway, we started dating the summer before my Junior year of high school and I was pretty much smitten. Literally he hung the moon. But he was immature and interested in what most high school boys are interested in…which was something I wouldn’t give up. (are you feeling me??) So he cheated on me. A lot. All the time. We broke up and got back together, broke up and got back together. But we finally got it right the summer before my sophomore year of college. That is the summer when I remember being the most happy with him. Without going into too much detail that summer and into the first part of my sophomore year was when we were finally honest with one another, finally when we both loved one another about as much as we could consider we were only 19 and 20 (respectively). We were finally on the same page. Then college got in the way, temptation reared its ugly head again, and in the end he just didn’t love me enough. He didn’t. I think he wanted to. I really believe (and we talked about it years later) that he tried to love me as much as I loved him and he just didn’t. I was heart-broken for a very long time. It was probably the biggest contributing factor that pushed me into my first marriage. He was a rebound and said all the things I had wanted to hear for so long (only from someone else). But in the end all ends well. I have Keith and the boyfriend is now married with two kids. Everything worked out exactly how it was supposed to.
happiness
Day 9 of the 30 day challenge is to talk about how you hope your future will be like. Honestly, all I want is to be happy. Sounds simple, no? But for me it is a big deal. I am not by nature a happy person. Some of you who know me in person might gasp and those of you who only know me via my blog (and pervious blog) might gasp as well. Well there it is. I am not a naturally happy person. It takes work for me to be happy. Meaning I literally have to work at it every.single. day. It is a choice that I have to consciously make. I am envious of those people who are happy all the time and don’t ever think about it. But me choosing to be happy is like me choosing which pair of shoes to wear with a certain outfit. I may sound dramatic (who me?) but I promise that I am not. I really struggle with the idea of happiness.
I realize this makes me sound like a spoiled brat considering I have a great (no fantastic) life. I have wonderful parents whom I am extremely close with. I have a husband and a relationship with him that still makes me swoon. I have a job I like, a house I love, a dog who makes me happy and no major health problems. (Although the procreation thing aint coming easy to me and the hubs) So why then, does it take so much damn work for me to be happy. I wish I knew. But I do know that I have been this way for the majority of my life. I am extremely outgoing, frequently the life of the party, the center of attention and generally fun to be around. But in my own head I struggle.
I don’t want you to think that I wake up every morning depressed with a doom and gloom attitude. It is just that upon waking and starting my morning I do make a real decision about my mood. It doesn’t come naturally. I have always been the “glass half empty” kind of gal. I’ve come to accept this as normal. But I wonder…is it? Is happiness a conscious choice that you make every morning or does it come naturally to you. Does something actually have to happen to make you unhappy?
We all (well the majority of us) have blogs and we all choose to portray the person that the reader sees. But is that person really you? I remember when Grey’s Anatomy first came out. And many many people hated Meredith because of her attitude but I actually related to her because that was me. I wondered did people hate her character because it reminded them of themselves and in turn made watching TV not so much of an escape but a reality check or were those people generally happy and couldn’t relate to that way of thinking?
I truly want to know how other people view happiness. So share it…I am super curious (or nosey but curious sounds better, no?)
satisfaction
Day 8 of the 30 day challenge is to talk about a time in your life when you were most satisfied. There is definitely one day that stands above the rest. It was November 16, 2008 and it was the day I ran my first marathon.
I trained long and hard. I followed a 17 week training program and I followed it exactly. I did everything I was supposed to do and followed all the rules. I wanted to run a marathon and I wanted it bad. I was determined and I let my determination push me on my long 18. 20. and 22 mile training runs. Keep in mind that I live in Texas and the majority of my training took place over the late summer where it was still 100+ degrees every day. I didn’t care. I had one goal. I wanted to finish this marathon in under 4:00 hours. I thought of nothing else and I willed it.
And I did it. I ran the best race I was capable that day and I crossed the finish line in 3:50:05. I was thrilled. I cried. I was satisfied.
I had done it. I set a goal. I worked hard for that goal. And I smashed that goal. That day I was probably the most satisfied I had ever been (with myself) in my life! It directly proved me to what hard work can do!
What is one moment in your life where you were the most satisfied?
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