My family tree is a bit hard to follow, but I'll try to make it easy. I have two half sisters: Amy and Kristen, and one half brother, Aaron. But, I also consider Jenny and Adam (Bubba) to be my step sister and brother because my dad was with their mom when I was seeing my dad every other weekend; so it felt as though they were my family. Thats where most people get confused, if you've followed me this far, you're good. Growing up I was close with my siblings, except with Aaron (I'll explain why), but once Mom and I moved to Colorado when I was seven or eight, those relationships got lost, thankfully, thanks to Facebook, we've been able to reconnect. If it wasn't for Facebook, I don't think I would have ever found out that I had a little brother, Aaron. It wasn't even a year ago that we were able to connect and start talking. Again, thank you Facebook! (This blog might be a little hard for me to write because of emotions, again, but I'll try my hardest to make some sense.)
Amy - I'm not going to say much about Amy...We're currently not on speaking terms and its absolutely tearing me up inside. I know we've never been THAT close, but I was trying to fix that when everything went to Hell. And no, I wasn't trying to get closer just because our dad was sick, I wanted to be part of her life again. I still love my sister, and I hope shes enjoying the newest addition to the family...
Kristen - I could write a book about the lies my sister told me! (Don't worry, they were in good fun!) Like the one time she told me if I went outside and rubbed all the chalk all over the sidewalk, I'd make fairy dust. Or the one time she told me if I drew a picture of what I wanted and put it under the pillow with my tooth, the tooth fairy would leave whatever I drew instead of money. Yeah, I'm STILL waiting for my unicorn. I've always looked up to my sissy, and still do. I remember as kids, if she had to pee, I had to pee, if she was thirsty, I was thirsty only because I needed to be exactly like her! I remember one night we were sitting in bed and she put one of those Chinese finger traps on my fingers and wouldn't take it off. She also threw my jacket in the pond once, I don't remember why. I could go on and on about the memories I have with my sissy; I treasure each and every one of them. And even though Kristen bullied me, I still love her with my whole heart!
Aaron - There isn't much I can say about Aaron, I've only known him a short while and haven't yet met him in person. But, from our conversations, I can tell he's a pretty cool kid and I can't wait for the day that we can meet in person. I'm glad his mom found my mom on Facebook and sent a friend request.
Jenny - This girl just has the biggest heart in the whole world. Her kindness and willingness to help people astounds me. She is a single mom, and has been for some time. I know that being a single parent is hard, but Jenny has the skill down. Shes one of the best mothers and her little guy is so very lucky to have her. I'm glad shes finally met the guy of her dreams, and I hope they stay happily together for the rest of their lives. I love you Jenny, and can't wait to see you again.
Bubba - First, I have no idea how I started calling him Bubba, I just do. He once told me if I stopped calling him that infront of his friends, he'd give me a dollar and a peice of candy, I did, and never got my dollar or candy. Growing up he was always the protective type. If we went to feed the geese at the pond, he wouldn't let me or Kristen be the last one with the peice of bread, he would. And Kristen and I would have to be on our bikes and ready to go before he gave them the last peice, just incase they tried to attack us. He was always the cool guy, at least in my eyes. He was the one that taught me to eat pizza for breakfast, and even tried to teach me how to chung a can of pop in three seconds flat. Yeah, I still can't do that. I love my Bubba.
This was supposed to be posted yesterday, but I was extremely busy yesterday, with work and what not, so I'm sorry! Day Five will be posted later today, when I get home from work.
Thanks for reading!
-Emily.
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Friday, October 29, 2010
Day Three: Parents
Day three is all about parents, so here it goes!
My dad, Jerry Allan Simmons. Its hard for me to talk about my dad most of the time...Most of you know why, but I'll still explain for those who don't. My dad and I were never close, yeah, I went to his house and did the every other weekend thing with him and my sisters, but he mostly worked, at least thats what I remember. I don't have very many memories of just him and me, but I do remember that he'd take me horseback riding, that was the one thing we did, just the two of us. For my ninth birthday, I went back to Ohio to visit him for Spring Break, Easter (My birthday either fell on Easter or was close to it). We watched a lot of Texas Walker Ranger; he always thought he was a cowboy. He had the whole dress for one too, cowboy boots, a hat, the shirts...When I was little, about two or three, I put on one of his shirts, boots, and his hat, went into the bathroom and cut my hair, all by myself (I was extremely proud of the job I did). I called my dog into the bathroom, hoped on her like a horse, and rode out into the living room. Anyway, back to Spring Break, he worked a lot then too, but he still made time to spend with me. He bought me a scooter for my birthday, I loved this thing. It was purple and pink, and so girly. We went horseback riding during that visit too. And that was the last time I saw him. This is where it gets difficult for me to write...I know I've said some pretty nasty things about him, but it was all out of anger. I know my dad loved me, my step mom recently told me he didn't have much contact because the divorce between him and my mom took a large toll on him and it hurt him a lot, the distance between us didn't help either. I guess it just hurts because I wanted him to apologize for not being in contact and acting as though he didn't care. I guess what I really wanted was just to see him one last time, hear his voice, hug him...Rest in peace, Daddy. I love you.
My mother, Julie Ellen Simmons. My momma is my rock, my best friend, and the most important person in my life. Shes my main support system, I wouldn't be the person I am today if it wasn't for her. She may get on my nerves at time, I'm sure I get on her nerves too, but at the end of the day, I couldn't imagine my life without her. I thank God every day that my momma is MY momma. My mom has been my teacher and my guider in life, and I couldn't ask for better advice. I know she just wants better than the best for me. She works her butt off just so we can have the things we want and need. I can't say I have a favorite memory with my mom because they're all pretty grand. :D I could keep going on and on about how greata my mom is and how much better than your mom she is, but I'll spare you so you don't get too depressed that you don't have such an amazing mom.
This blog has been hard for me to write, mainly because of the emotions connected with my dad. Also, because I couldn't think of how to word how I feel about my mom. I guess I can just sum it up into one sentence: I am the luckiest daughter in the whole wide world, to have a mother that loves me with unconditional love.
PS: I think its ironic that my mom was born in Texas, and my dad died there.
-Emily.
My dad, Jerry Allan Simmons. Its hard for me to talk about my dad most of the time...Most of you know why, but I'll still explain for those who don't. My dad and I were never close, yeah, I went to his house and did the every other weekend thing with him and my sisters, but he mostly worked, at least thats what I remember. I don't have very many memories of just him and me, but I do remember that he'd take me horseback riding, that was the one thing we did, just the two of us. For my ninth birthday, I went back to Ohio to visit him for Spring Break, Easter (My birthday either fell on Easter or was close to it). We watched a lot of Texas Walker Ranger; he always thought he was a cowboy. He had the whole dress for one too, cowboy boots, a hat, the shirts...When I was little, about two or three, I put on one of his shirts, boots, and his hat, went into the bathroom and cut my hair, all by myself (I was extremely proud of the job I did). I called my dog into the bathroom, hoped on her like a horse, and rode out into the living room. Anyway, back to Spring Break, he worked a lot then too, but he still made time to spend with me. He bought me a scooter for my birthday, I loved this thing. It was purple and pink, and so girly. We went horseback riding during that visit too. And that was the last time I saw him. This is where it gets difficult for me to write...I know I've said some pretty nasty things about him, but it was all out of anger. I know my dad loved me, my step mom recently told me he didn't have much contact because the divorce between him and my mom took a large toll on him and it hurt him a lot, the distance between us didn't help either. I guess it just hurts because I wanted him to apologize for not being in contact and acting as though he didn't care. I guess what I really wanted was just to see him one last time, hear his voice, hug him...Rest in peace, Daddy. I love you.
My mother, Julie Ellen Simmons. My momma is my rock, my best friend, and the most important person in my life. Shes my main support system, I wouldn't be the person I am today if it wasn't for her. She may get on my nerves at time, I'm sure I get on her nerves too, but at the end of the day, I couldn't imagine my life without her. I thank God every day that my momma is MY momma. My mom has been my teacher and my guider in life, and I couldn't ask for better advice. I know she just wants better than the best for me. She works her butt off just so we can have the things we want and need. I can't say I have a favorite memory with my mom because they're all pretty grand. :D I could keep going on and on about how greata my mom is and how much better than your mom she is, but I'll spare you so you don't get too depressed that you don't have such an amazing mom.
This blog has been hard for me to write, mainly because of the emotions connected with my dad. Also, because I couldn't think of how to word how I feel about my mom. I guess I can just sum it up into one sentence: I am the luckiest daughter in the whole wide world, to have a mother that loves me with unconditional love.
PS: I think its ironic that my mom was born in Texas, and my dad died there.
-Emily.
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Day Two: Pets
Oooh, pets. Well, my pets are my children; I have two kitties and one little puppy dog. Oooh, I guess my fishie is worth talking about too! I'll start with my kitties!
My first kitty, her name is Phoebe. She doesn't get out much, but shes super cuddly when she does come and see you. I adopted her from the Humane Society a while back. It was a very random visit, and a last minute decision. But the choice was made by me and my mother because she was almost seven years old we figured no one would want her due to the fact that she was and older cat and everyone wants kittens, and she'd be put down soon. We think she was abused before she went to the shelter because of how timid she is and how she is so fearful of everything.
This is the only picture I have of her...
Like I said, she doesn't get out often.
My second kitty is Jasper Jax Jaximillion Jackson Charlie Humphry Dunken, but we call him Jax for short. His story goes something like this, I had a neighbor that didn't care about her cat and let it run lose, well, it got preggo and had kitties. Needless to say, I fell in love with all of them and begged my mother to let me have one. I promised to feed it every day, and bathe it when it needed to be (No, I don't feed him, but I do give him baths). I let her pick out the kitten, she picked out the runt of the litter, the little fuzz ball who had stiff hair and felt gross (He grew out of that gross hair, thankfully). He was my momma's kitten and always has been, even though I had to BEG my mother to get one...Stupid cat. He's turned into an extremely angry cat and we don't really get along, but I still love him!
My puppy - Isabella Moo. We call her Moo though. This is only my third dog I've ever had; I've always only had cats. I decided it was time to get a dog and started looking around for a good dog. I could tell my mother was latching onto the idea as well. We went to the Humane Society and found a great dog, but we weren't sure he was the one for us. We thought it over and the next day we knew we wanted him, so I called up and they said he'd already been adopted. I was upset, but it was obvious that he wasn't the one for us. So, I looked in the newspaper and found and ad for the same kind of dog, called the guy up and told him we'd be there that night. We met up and saw the dog, but we didn't feel a good connection, but, right before we left, we saw these cute little black and brown dogs. My mom pointed to one and said, "Thats the one, thats our dog." She was gorgeous, we both fell in love and knew she was the one we needed. She had a little curly tail, like a pig, and grunted when you picked her up (it was so adorable). Mom wanted to name her Pig, but I thought it was stupid, so I thought back and remembered that I had learned that, "Moo" meant "pig" in Thailand. Hence the name Moo. We took her home that night and its been more than perfect. I couldn't ask for a better dog.
And lastly is my fishie, Faraday Alejandro! Theres really not much to say about him, he's a fish. He swims around all day. He's got a good personality though. If you go up to his tank and shove your face against it, he comes up to you and flares up at you. He knows when its feeding time too. He'll be in a deep, deep sleep, and you'll just have to go, "Faraday Alejandro!" And he snaps up and is ready to eat! He sleeps a lot though, and often makes me think hes dead. He likes to sleep in his tree and kinda just floats there.
Well, now you've met all my babies! Thanks for reading!
-Emily.
Day One: Best Friend
I guess I'll be starting today! Day One is supposed to be about your best friend. I can't write about my best friend, because I have many best friends. Therefore, I'll write about each of them! Since 8th grade, six special people have come into my life, and I wouldn't change it for anything. Here it goes:
No, these are not in any special order.
Kyle York, I don't know how to express in words how much you mean to me. We met only three short years ago, but I feel like we've been friends forever. You understand everything and I know I can say anything to you and you wont pass judgement. You're one of the most hilarious people I know, and I love it! Your willingness to help people amazes me, as well as your sporadicness and last minuteness! You're so brave Kyle, never change.
Collin Friday, oh brother...I don't know where to start with you. 9th grade definitely changed my life for good. We've been through ups and downs, and even near death with each other, but at the end of the day, I'll still love you. Except if you try and kill me again, if that happens, I don't know what will happen, but something will! Your temper definitely adds some spice to my life, sometimes a little too much, but then I just get to turn around and laugh at the situation. =D Thanks for always being there for me, it means a lot, even if I don't tell you that enough, it truly does.
Alexa Woodward, its hard for me to say anything about you, seeing as how we're basically the same person. Thank you for always being there for me, like I said to Collin, I may not show it enough, but your friendship truly means a lot to me. I love how we never fight, except for that one time, but that was only for 12 minutes, litterally. Your sense of humor is the same as mine and I love how we understand everything, without even having to say words, just a glance and you know exactly what I mean. Please never leave me!
Chelsea Delaney, oh good grief! You're so dynamic and different from me, yet, we're so similar. I love your ability to hold a conversation, even if its about nothing at all, you just keep talking! I enjoy that you're not afraid to talk about poop with me, and if you ever hear a poop, fart, or sex joke, please be sure to tell me right away! I want to thank you for all the times you've given me advice and/or listened to me rant on about nothingness; I always feel better after I talk with you. I love that you always greet me with a great big, "EMIALY!" Or, however you spell it. Even if I don't greet you back with such big emphasis, I am always glad to talk with you.
Matthew Belanger, I love your five-year oldself. You never cease to make me smile and amaze me with all that you do. I couldn't ask for a better lunch buddy. I love our random converstaions like this one: Me: "I'm a girl, not retarded!" You: "I thought that it was all the same." Your willingness to forget and forgive amazes me. Thank you for being one of my BFFs. Always stay your sassy, five-year oldself.
Brian Mills, I guess you started this string of relationships, so I owe you a big thank you. A bigger thank you then you'll ever know. I love your ability to make a room of people laugh with just one word, or action. Don't ever change that about yourself. When you get involved in something, all of your devotion goes towards whatever it is, I like that the most about you, I think. I will always have you as someone I can confide in and I'm more than grateful for that.
I'm not very good at expressing my feelings into words, but I tried my hardest. =)
-Emily.
No, these are not in any special order.
Kyle York, I don't know how to express in words how much you mean to me. We met only three short years ago, but I feel like we've been friends forever. You understand everything and I know I can say anything to you and you wont pass judgement. You're one of the most hilarious people I know, and I love it! Your willingness to help people amazes me, as well as your sporadicness and last minuteness! You're so brave Kyle, never change.
Collin Friday, oh brother...I don't know where to start with you. 9th grade definitely changed my life for good. We've been through ups and downs, and even near death with each other, but at the end of the day, I'll still love you. Except if you try and kill me again, if that happens, I don't know what will happen, but something will! Your temper definitely adds some spice to my life, sometimes a little too much, but then I just get to turn around and laugh at the situation. =D Thanks for always being there for me, it means a lot, even if I don't tell you that enough, it truly does.
Alexa Woodward, its hard for me to say anything about you, seeing as how we're basically the same person. Thank you for always being there for me, like I said to Collin, I may not show it enough, but your friendship truly means a lot to me. I love how we never fight, except for that one time, but that was only for 12 minutes, litterally. Your sense of humor is the same as mine and I love how we understand everything, without even having to say words, just a glance and you know exactly what I mean. Please never leave me!
Chelsea Delaney, oh good grief! You're so dynamic and different from me, yet, we're so similar. I love your ability to hold a conversation, even if its about nothing at all, you just keep talking! I enjoy that you're not afraid to talk about poop with me, and if you ever hear a poop, fart, or sex joke, please be sure to tell me right away! I want to thank you for all the times you've given me advice and/or listened to me rant on about nothingness; I always feel better after I talk with you. I love that you always greet me with a great big, "EMIALY!" Or, however you spell it. Even if I don't greet you back with such big emphasis, I am always glad to talk with you.
Matthew Belanger, I love your five-year oldself. You never cease to make me smile and amaze me with all that you do. I couldn't ask for a better lunch buddy. I love our random converstaions like this one: Me: "I'm a girl, not retarded!" You: "I thought that it was all the same." Your willingness to forget and forgive amazes me. Thank you for being one of my BFFs. Always stay your sassy, five-year oldself.
Brian Mills, I guess you started this string of relationships, so I owe you a big thank you. A bigger thank you then you'll ever know. I love your ability to make a room of people laugh with just one word, or action. Don't ever change that about yourself. When you get involved in something, all of your devotion goes towards whatever it is, I like that the most about you, I think. I will always have you as someone I can confide in and I'm more than grateful for that.
I'm not very good at expressing my feelings into words, but I tried my hardest. =)
-Emily.
New Form of Entertainment!
So, this is the first time I've ever done one of these, "blog" things. One of my bestest friends Chela gave me the idea to start it, I also may have stole the, "Simply Emily" from her, but its only because I'm not creative like that. Anyway, I'm going to do a 30 blog challege like Chela did back in July! Well, at least attempt it, I'm sure I wont stick with it all the way, but you never know! Heres the break down of the days:
30 days of letters.
Day 1 — Your Best Friend
Day 2 — Your pets
Day 3 — Your parents
Day 4 —Your sibling (or closest relative)
Day 5 — Your dreams
Day 6 — A stranger
Day 7 — Things you hate
Day 8 — Your favorite Internet friend
Day 9 — Someone you wish you could meet
Day 10 — Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to
Day 11 — A deceased person you wish you could talk to
Day 12 — The person you hate most/caused you a lot of pain
Day 13 — Someone you wish could forgive you
Day 14 — Someone you’ve drifted away from
Day 15 — The person you miss the most
Day 16 — Someone that’s not in your state/country
Day 17 — Someone from your childhood
Day 18 — The person that you wish you could be
Day 19 — Someone that pesters your mind—good or bad
Day 20 — The one that broke your heart the hardest
Day 21 — Someone you judged by their first impression
Day 22 — Someone you want to give a second chance to
Day 23 — Your middle name
Day 24 — The person that gave you your favorite memory
Day 25 — The person you know that is going through the worst of times
Day 26 — The last person you made a pinky promise to
Day 27 — The friendliest person you knew for only one day
Day 28 — Someone that changed your life
Day 29 — The person that you want tell everything to, but too afraid to
Day 30 — Your reflection in the mirror
I think I'll start today, if not, it'll be tomorrow. =)
-Emily.
30 days of letters.
Day 1 — Your Best Friend
Day 2 — Your pets
Day 3 — Your parents
Day 4 —Your sibling (or closest relative)
Day 5 — Your dreams
Day 6 — A stranger
Day 7 — Things you hate
Day 8 — Your favorite Internet friend
Day 9 — Someone you wish you could meet
Day 10 — Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to
Day 11 — A deceased person you wish you could talk to
Day 12 — The person you hate most/caused you a lot of pain
Day 13 — Someone you wish could forgive you
Day 14 — Someone you’ve drifted away from
Day 15 — The person you miss the most
Day 16 — Someone that’s not in your state/country
Day 17 — Someone from your childhood
Day 18 — The person that you wish you could be
Day 19 — Someone that pesters your mind—good or bad
Day 20 — The one that broke your heart the hardest
Day 21 — Someone you judged by their first impression
Day 22 — Someone you want to give a second chance to
Day 23 — Your middle name
Day 24 — The person that gave you your favorite memory
Day 25 — The person you know that is going through the worst of times
Day 26 — The last person you made a pinky promise to
Day 27 — The friendliest person you knew for only one day
Day 28 — Someone that changed your life
Day 29 — The person that you want tell everything to, but too afraid to
Day 30 — Your reflection in the mirror
I think I'll start today, if not, it'll be tomorrow. =)
-Emily.
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