Konversations with Krystal

My Love,    I remember the first time I saw you. I felt like I was in slow motion. Everything about you was sexy. Your smile, your eyes, the way you walked, the list is endless. I could never anticipate the love that would eventually grow between us. You were mysterious, and I didn't understand you. Your differences were/are beautiful. It was like a puzzle that I was dying to solve.  Your laugh was enchanting, and I'd give anything to hear it over, and over again. I love the way you think. I never want our conversations to end. Your caring personality was and still is infectious. My love, you gave me butterflies.   I never thought too much of myself before you. I was sarcastic, hilarious, harsh, and pretty insensitive. I was adventurous and filled with huge goals. I wasn't afraid of change, and I was ready to take on the world. In my life, I was faced with many challenges. My experience brought me a careless, and free spirit lifestyle that I'm sure you...

For this post, I am going to leave a little sample of a book writing, and I just wanted to put a poll out there to see if anyone would be interested in reading it. Serious warning, this is not for the faint of heart. " Fear consumed her mind every night. Her forehead brushed against old coats and tears rolled down her face. The sound of her racing heart seemed to echo against the closet walls. Sometimes, when he entered the room the tiny light under the door would trigger a harsh deep breath. The moments he spent in the room felt like forever, but finally, when he left it was like a weight lifted off of her shoulders.  Nine months in that closet seemed like forever. It seemed to get smaller with each passing day. She didn't understand how prince charming developed into a monster so quickly. The promises he made dug an early grave into her memory. She felt like she had lost all control over her life. He chose what she wore, what she ate, and of course when she ...

The view on this subject is different for many people I was inspired to write about this due to a story that a friend told me on how the "paranormal" has been affecting her lately. I'll start this blog off with a short story of my paranormal experience followed by my views. It might sound a little crazy, and believe me, every time I've told this story ( to the few that actually know it ) I feel crazy.  Enjoy! Late one night, I was traveling down a dead end road with a friend of mine. The road didn't have any street lights, and it seemed to be barely paved. A lot of the back roads in my old town weren't paved. If they were paved they weren't paved correctly, lol. As we made our way down the street, the fog was thick and it was humid out. The windows of his car were starting to fog. It was like a scene from a movie. I was looking down at my phone skimming through facebook. I put my phone down in the cup holder and began to stair into the night. I...

I was very hesitant to write this blog post because I was afraid it was going to be too long. This subject is something that I could very easily start ranting about. I have to limit it, believe me. (lol). Before December 2009, bowling wasn't important to me. It was something that my dad, mom, and brother did leisurely, but I never truly took an interest. I did participate a few times growing up, but I didn't really like it. In fact, I told my family at one event " I hate this, I want to go home and I never want to do this again." Insanely enough, nine years later, it's the direct opposite. On December 27th, 2009, I had my first adult bowling ball drilled for me. I remember rushing down to the center, the guy drilled my ball and I immediately started bowling. I was ten games deep, but I wouldn't give up. That day, I shot a 210. I was so proud and completely hooked. I didn't want to leave the center. Every week, and almost every day I wa...

As I was typing the other blog, an idea came to mind for another post. I didn't want to skip on it, or wait until tomorrow in case I forgot what I wanted to say. So, I decided to "Double Post" and hopefully all of my lovely readers will enjoy the fact that they get to hear from me twice today (which MIGHT make me take a small break tomorrow) Who knows?... This blog won't be long by any means, but it will be meaningful. They say a picture is worth 1,000 words right? The picture I've posted above represents so many more words then I could ever put to paper. The people pictured here have been my absolute inspiration (with one missing Jason), the past few years. I am so thankful for the life they've helped me live. I cannot wait to see what our future looks like. I've been the happiest I've ever been because all of you have stayed by my side. You encourage me to do better for myself. You've encouraged me to be the mom and person that I am. Eac...

I thought about what to post for the blog tonight for a while. Being furloughed and my plan B (just in case) has been on my mind a lot lately. So, tonight I wanted to write about something a little more playful. I've been keeping myself busy, but I can sense my hopes are starting to drift with each passing day. Weighing heavy on my mind tonight is the fact that I (as well as my family) need/deserve a vacation. As many of you know about me, I am a Disney fanatic. I love anything and everything there is about Disney. Disney art is one of the many things that inspire my creativity. When I was 6 months pregnant, I painted beautiful murals on her wall of many different characters. I created three different portraits as well. One of Minnie Mouse, Lilo and Stitch, and Lion King. I even decked out her crib and other accessories in all things Disney. In fact, little Hannah is a Disney lover herself! (Hm, wonder where she gets that from??).I love the stories, characters, and so much...

High school was one of my least favorite points in life, as I am sure it is for everyone. I met a lot of challenges. I have a little bit of a temper, so keeping my patience with my classmates (sometimes) proved to be difficult. My school was segregated by three types of students. There were the "geeky" popular people, the "geeky" athletes and the geeks. The reason why I say that everyone was a geek is that I went to an academy high school. We were all kids who had a chosen career path. I didn't fit in anywhere there, even the teachers noticed it.  I didn't want to go back to public school for many reasons. I didn't want to be looked at as Mikes sister ( which happened all the time because my brother was the good kid ). I also wanted so badly for there to be something special about me. Every time I put on those scrubs, I felt special. I thought the medical field was where I belonged (I wasn't half bad at it). Years began to pass, and my passion...

Being a parent is one of the most challenging jobs in the world. You wear so many different hats, take multiple jobs, and play multiple roles. You have to be the firm hand, their best friend, protector, and that's just to name a few. From the first moment you hold them until they take their first steps (and so on, that's just where I am at right now) you realize, very quickly your world has just become theirs. You would walk on a river full of legos just to ensure their happiness.  On June 3rd, 2017 my happiness was born. When I first found out that I was pregnant, believe me, I was scared for my life. I was a young-ish mom trying to get her life together. I swore up and down I was never having children. I never thought I'd be a good mother or even a responsible one. I wasn't sure the path I was going, but I had a good enough job as did Jeff. Saying my pregnancy was tough, is putting it lightly. Even when I took the pregnancy test it said "error". ( I...

Dedicated to my guardian angel: Kevin A. Ade  Rest In Peace April 28th, 2007 Today, I'm going to tell you somewhat of a "fairy tale." Except, there are no princes or princesses. There isn't a happy ending, and there is no hero. This is a story of sadness, loss, and strength. Life is funny. Not "Haha" funny, but ironic. We never expect to meet someone who is going to change our lives. "How could one person attribute to so much of who we are?" The world is so hell-bent on being "independent" that we would rather be stubborn then accept the help of another. When I was sixteen, I was just that. I was a stubborn teenager, who knew everything. I didn't accept "no" as an answer. I didn't believe that I needed help. As long as I had myself, and my happiness I was doing okay.  I had no clue that I was about to meet someone who would change that mentality forever. I began working in a mall pet store the year of my...