Camping... Drewsen Style!

When my family goes camping, we go all out. We get as far away from civilization as we can. That means no bathrooms, no cell reception, and the only running water is the creek... We love it though. It's way more fun than any other vacation. Who would want to drive on a crowded highway to a musky city where you get to spend lots of money on mediocre meals, souvenirs and high priced gas! Not to mention all the people running around trying to live their lives faster than burger king. I don't know about you, but fresh air, calm forests and slowing down really gets the edge off. So what if we get a little dirty and don't have to brush my hair. Its not the end of the world, not just yet... Our family's favorite spots, we make ourselves. This last trip we went up to the Trinity Alps, near where my Papa was raised. We drove around in the brush looking at remnants of what used to be. My Papa explained how when he was about 12 years old, he put a horse shoe around a young tree and 60 years later when we got there and looked at it, it was still there! The tree had grown around it. It was a sight. We also got the opportunity to see an old 1930 Caterpillar, which we took off the radiator to put in our yard as decor (i know that sounds dumb, but it will tie in quite well)

Discipline

is the

bridge

between

goals

and

accomplishment.

-Jim Rohn

Mistakes, Mistakes, Mistakes...

It seems like every time the rest of my life starts to go right, everything else wants to go wrong. This has always baffled me and taken hold of me until i don't know anything else to do except just give up. I know this is not the way I am supposed to live my life. Although giving up has many downsides, at the time of committing to give up, it sounds easy. Unfortunately, the repercussions of my decisions catch up to me and cause more pain which starts the cycle all over again...only this time it feels worse than it did before because I know what I am getting myself into when i choose to give up. Another thing is when one person forgives and forgets and another person (involved or not) keeps bringing it all back up just leads to the person who already forgot to just get madder and madder.

quote of the day

Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what your gonna get. -favorite movie of all time....Forest Gump

True Blue Heeler

Daisy is my baby. She is my friend. She is a little over a year old and I couldn't ask for anything more in a dog. She follows me around, listens when I call, and wont hesitate to rip off your arm if you get to close. She is a crack up. I guess there is not much I could say about a dog, even if she is my pride and joy...but SHE can keep me going even when I want to quit, SHE loves me unconditionally even when she gets in trouble, and SHE is the best listener when i need to whine about nothing just to feel better...

Hats off to Daisy

School...
Since the moment I got in, I wanted out. Yes, there were good times and in general it wasn't as bad as I remember. Nevertheless, I wanted out.
I know I shouldn't regret the things I did or the choices I made, but its so hard not to when I'm finally done, and for the first time realize how I was holding myself back and depriving myself from gaining the education I had the opportunity to obtain. Yes I worked hard, paid attention in class at least half the time, and did a fair amount of homework, but i made the conscious decision not to try or put effort into learning.
I am very greatful for my parents and all that they have done for me, and continue to do for me. My mother is AMAZING. She has been married to my father a hard working, back breaking carpenter for 20 years and counting. They have 7 KIDS, I am the proud, unfortunate, and stubborn oldest. I am 18 years old, have the best boy friend in the world, and...I just graduated.
My mom home schooled me up until 4th and 5th grade when she had her fifth child, Claire 2 months early. After Claire began to grow and didn't require the amount of stressful attention and caring for, we went back to homeschooling....Until high school.
I, being the strong courageous leader that I was took a giant leap into a first year charter school. Being the oldest in my family and the oldest at my school added to the confusion of growing and developing "like everyone else" I never knew what it was like to be below someone, I have always been the "top dog" or "big kid" of any group I associated with. My 3 1/2 years there were memorable and joyous, I loved my teachers, adored my friends and got by with low, low C's...
Moral of the story, I wish I would have tried harder while I had the chance. The only thing I can do now is try harder the next time and remember what I lost...