SKS Syndrome

SKS, commonly known as Smitten Kitten Syndrome, seems to be spreading rapidly. I won't say I have never had SKS, but it has never worked out well for me. So, I want to offer a word of warning to those who have this SKS...guard yourself...it is probably not worth it. Not that I am trying to be negative...but look at the relationships in your life. Now compare the ones that worked to the ones that didn't work. Chances are if you are in a long term relationship (A.K.A happily married) you can only say one worked. If you are not than the ratio is zero to how many failed relationships you have been in. (This could be 0:1, 0:5, 0:10.) Think about it...the odds are not in your favor. So, before you get SKS, you may want to reconsider what you are getting yourself in to.

Better Late Than Never...Happy Father's Day

We had all my students write a bio poem about their dads for Father's Day. I wanted to write one about my dad as well (because he rocks). Be warned that I only had a few minutes to write this. So here it is:

John

Successful, Handsome, Loving, Strong

Father of Renee’, Michael, Sandra, James, Rebekah, and Charity.

Lover of nature, family, and the gospel.

Who feels excited to serve others, peaceful when reading his scriptures, and full after eating mom’s good cooking.

Who fears nothing.

Who would like to see his kids get along when they are together, his cholesterol at a healthy level, and his family living close to him.

Who lives for family.

Eaton

This is my senses poem I wrote about family:

Family looks like an endless meadow.

Family sounds like laughter around a campfire.

Family feels like a thick, warm quilt, nice to have around when needed and feels smothering at other times.

Family tastes like Sour Patch Kids…first they’re sour, then they’re sweet

Family smells like freshly baked chocolate chip cookies.

Photo Overload

Releasing butterflies while student teaching

The gum wall in Seattle

Me and on of my besties, Mike

The two-wheeler ride...who needs the fair?

Me and one of my besties, Shane, at the Seattle Ferry Dock

My favorite teacher/hero, Sister Kay and I

After I got my diploma...well diploma cover

Stick a Fork in Me

Welp...time to enter the real world. I am officially DONE with student teaching.

On the other hand, I still have no idea what I am going to do with my life now. I am super excited about seeing my family. I miss them a lot...especially all my nieces and nephews. I really do have the best family in the world. I know that I can honestly count on them to be there for me...even after I make a bad choice. My siblings and parents rock. It will be amazing to be so close to some of my best friends in the whole wide world! All my siblings will be back home with the exception of my oldest brother.

Seven Days Left

Only seven days left of school...that means only seven days left of student teaching...that means only seven days before I am officially finished with college...that means I should probably figure out what to do with my life...Does that make me a grown up?

Thinking about Love

So, I think a lot about love...Here are some of my random thoughts.

I've been thinking a lot about the quote I blogged about a few weeks ago, "Choose your love. Then, love your choice every day." There are times in my life when I feel unlovable because that special someone hasn't came into my life yet. I counted at least four boys I have loved in my life, some by choice and some I "fell" for. Then I wondered, "Why didn't these boys choose to love me in return?" I don't know. Maybe they were too scared. Maybe they were too superficial. Maybe they were too selfish. Maybe they didn't know how to receive or return love. For whatever reason these boys chose not to love me in return. At first, I was somewhat bitter. Then, I was just comforted. I learned something from each of these guys. So, yeah, I should thank them. After all, like Sandra said, "There always has to be the ones before the one." (P.S. Boys, I am the last single Eaton woman on the market....and we are the best there is out there...You should be fighting for my affections....)

Then a few weeks ago after a guy decided he didn't like me one of my male friends said, "Beke, He's an idiot because you are the best girl out there." I got bitter because I thought, "Evidently not! If I were you would be with me!" I wish people didn't say things they didn't mean.

My last little rant is how I often say I don't believe in love. We all know that this is a lie. Sometimes I lie to myself or others about feelings to make me feel better. However, I don't want to lie. I just want to be me. I don't want to be who a person wants me to be. They are either going to like me or not. If not, then I don't need them in my crazy, messed up life. Do I believe in love? Yes! Have I experienced true love? I don't know. I like to think so. Maybe not with all four guys I say I have loved...but with one or two of them.