NutsyNeps and the Things She Says

Alright.... after the super mushy post I woke up to this morning -  by my super mushy best friend -  in response to a raare super mushy letter I wrote her last night  (in which I called her a blessing in my life O.O)... this seemed appropriate.

 It'd maybe unmushify things. I hope.

 I happen to have a best friend who quotes songs alll the time that I ignore and says the randomest things - some super inspirational and others just.. quacky. She is a nuthead. A complete nutcake... and I tell her that daily.

Here's a glimpse into life with her:

"you can count on me like 1, 2, 3 like 4, 3, 2..."

"My toes look like I went to mardi gras or something"

"Life's a crazy rollercoaster, like a song... life is a song... you've got the happy part and then you've got the part that's in a minor" 

"When life gives you lemons you just gotta find the sugar to sweeten them up" 

... And if I'm diabetic?

"The recipe says to separate the eggs but it didn't say how far"

  ...there's many more where that quote came from.

"Boom! It lands on you like a piano from the sky." 

 She has this book of super random similes... or it seems like she does...

"Told ya it sticks like peanut butter to the roof of ur mouth!" 

 ...like I said. She definitely has a book.

And this is all from within the past 4 days, not counting the stuff she says on phone convos. Though I make fun of her alll the time for this and more, I wouldn't change this part of her for the world... it's what has made our friendship still a friendship, now that it's been almost a year of getting to know each other more. Life with this girl is never boring.

Oh and she knew this post was coming. I warned her twice lol. So essentially,  I didn't do this without permission since she seemed fine with it =P

Response to: "A Mushy Letter"

The owner and author of this blog has written me a letter. A short one, yes, but a meaningful one. I shall try my best to keep the length which she has put forth in her letter in mine as well. Keep note that I said I will try. I make no promises. ;)

To my dearest friend,

I find it most appropriate to simply respond to you on your blog as well as I possibly can.

As common as it sounds, words cannot express how thankful I am for you. I simply cannot put all that feeling into words, not even if I try to. You're beautiful inside and out and I could not and would not ask for a better friend than you. I have enjoyed this short time we have had together and I hope that we will have many years to enjoy our friendship as much as we do now. I love making your day and having you laugh at my nutty-ness. I love that I can be as weird as possible and that you just accept me that way, the way I really am. I am grateful that you are understanding and that you are always there to listen to me and to give me different viewpoints on things. I am extremely blessed and thankful to have someone as special as you be friends with someone as weird (aka: awesome!) as me. ;)

You are amazing, even when you say you aren't or when you say you're mean. No. I cannot thank you for putting up with my constant rants and issues and crazy passions. I do seem to have strength to endure things, but I don't really. I wish I could be strong enough to let it all down and just search for help. And that's what I like about you. You're strength comes from being able to break down and come back up again. You endure so much and I can't help but wish I could be more like you.

I love you oodles and oodles, cara mia. I'm so glad God let us become friends. You are the bestest amica ever.

Yours truly,
the friend who will stick with you "until the stars rain down from the heavens". 

Blessings...

I just came home from a painful girls only meeting at church. The leader asked a series of questions that we each had to answer honestly. These questions left my brain in a soupy mess as I was reminded again why I avoided mainstream Christianity... the religion. I don't care much for it, to be honest. I pray and do talk to God sometimes, but as for the other stuff, I don't know. I just don't know what's right... what's wrong. And these types of meetings irritate me because there are impressionable kids at these meetings and I can't be as open as I want to be or engage in a profitable discussion. All everyone basically does is regurgitate stuff that they hear during sermon time or give generic responses. It isn't intellectually stimulating at all... just confusing.

I was pondering all this on the way home... and realized something. All these questions I have? I'm probably never going to find the answers. I looked around at my family as they sat quietly, each lost in their own thoughts. These are the people I live for. It is great to love and be loved. Holding Joe's hand as he fell asleep and listening to Jon sing quietly to a song on the radio... hugging my mom as she's making me food and joking around with Dad... that's what I live for. Those little moments.

And aside from my family... my cousin's offline messages of a simple "I love you" to Nepsies' nutsyness to Stanman's kindness to Elizabeth's virtual hugs to Grace's thoughtfulness... and the few others I interact with...  all of that. I just think about it and it brings tears to my eyes because I am so darn blessed. I am. I really really am.

To love and be loved... just knowing that makes me feel so very lucky to be alive and on this earth. For all these blessings and more, I am so so very grateful.

I heart peoples

Hi.
I'm Jocelyn. 
I have this super creepy obsession. ...with people.
I do. It's an obsession.

I am that creepy girl in the cafe watching you eat. I think the way people chew is fascinating. So very unique... some have a cute way of eating, others chomp while others bare all the contents in their mouth as they eat.

I am that creepy girl who will watch people study in the library. I find how people study quite interesting. Some have their tongue sticking out from concentrating, others are motionless while others just snore away like there's no tomorrow.

I am that creepy girl eavesdropping on your conversation. It's impolite. Yet I do it anyway. The way people talk... some love mimicking people they see on tv and talk all ghettolike, others have layers in their tone having many a hidden message in the way they talk while others talk in monosyllables, lulling the person on the other end and me into a deep sleep.

Yes. I'm creepy. And not ashamed. People fascinate me. Uniqueness fascinates me. It just does.. There are all kinds of people in the world. There are those fake ones that one feels like punching to meet the real person lurking inside. There are those real ones that one feels like hugging and hugging some more for being as real as they are...

Livin' life as a dog...

Saw this and cracked me up....

 

Happy Thursday! :)

Thankfulness!

I came home from a loooong day today to an inbox full of notifications and loved  the comments from the few people who stopped by from the hodgepodge.

I also got allll my grades... and I may or may not have squealed in delight. Hard work pays off. Oh how it pays offfff! =D =D =D

Wednesday Hodgepodge

1. What's something you miss about the 1980's? If you're too young to miss the 80's how about the 90's? Handgames, fixing cassette tapes with my pinkie, good disney movies, getting caught for passing notes in class and beanie babies! Life was oohh so much simpler then.

2. Do you have a library card? If so, how often do you visit? Yep I do... two! One wallet sized and one as a keychain, lol. And the library is visited somewhere between 2-3 times a month.

3. What's the secret to success? Failure. Lots of it.

4. This is National Backyard Games week...what's your favorite backyard game?  Volleyball, mainly. With little ones? A simple 'throw-n-catch'

5. If I dropped by today what would I find on your coffee table?  A big bible and Joe's stuff. It's like his desk in the family room.

6. Do you own a bicycle? When was the last time you rode a bicycle? Is that something you enjoy? I did own one many moons ago until my dad threw it out because he thought we weren't using it. Bicycling is something I enjoyed very much.

7. What's your favorite cheese?  Mozzarella. I can't have cheese for awhile due to the mini diet I'm on. Sadness!

8. Insert your own random thought here.  Change. I'm currently undergoing lots of it... and that comes from coming into terms with reality and facing some not-so-easy truths. 

                           ~~Happy Wednesday!~~