music to my soul

Life is sometimes really hard. And, sometimes it seems like nothing is going to make it better. We have days where talking to someone just isn't in the cards because the last nerve has already been danced on. So, what makes it better?
 MUSIC MAKES EVERYTHING BETTER. 
Ya think that's a bold statement? Me too. Quite possibly a very true statement. Right? The capabilities of music are to infinity and beyond. We ask, and it answers. I think music can bring us together. There is music for everyone. No matter who you are.  
MUSIC DOES NOT DISCRIMINATE.  
Music, in itself, can bring out the happiness, pain, sadness, regret, love, forgiveness, ambitions, triumph, inspiration, silence, focus, imagination and ability in all of us. Sometimes I wish I had unlimited gas for my car to drive with only the purpose of driving and listening to music. No worries. Just the music.

both images via Pinterest. Sources Unknown.
I have been working on a little project for myself. I am an avid listener of Pandora. You should check it out!And, it has inspired to me to compile a list of my favorite songs to make up my 'ultimate playlist'. I'm sure you have noticed a little extra noise that has been added to my blog. Well, I have added my list up to this point for your listening pleasure.
I would love to know which songs make up your ultimate playlist as well. Share with me.

To you, Love me.

I'm the kinda girl that would love to live vicariously through some dramatic and romantic love story.Impossible. I'm willing to write my own though. AND, share it with you today. So far it is two years and some nickels and pennies long. My relationship with him has become one of my most valued (of course).

here we are when it all started
Normally they say that opposites attract. And, I've never really understood that? Call me crazy but I don't wanna be with someone who disagrees with everything I agree with. But, I also don't want someone who has no mind of their own. Well, I guess I got my wish. Because he definitely has a mind of his own and most of the time agrees but often disagrees with me as well.

I WOULDN'T HAVE IT ANY OTHER WAY.
The best way for me to describe my relationship with him is thankful. Absolutely thankful. Why? Well ...
1. He supports me.
2. He loves me. Plain and Simple.
3. He allows me to be me. My weird, opinionated, and rambling self.
4. He gives me honest opinions even if it is not what I want to hear.
5. He pushes me to try new things.
6. He treasures family (and pets) as much as I do.
7. He makes me feel protected.
8. He will watch girly movies with me. Sometimes.
9. He listens.
10. He's my boyfriend but also my friend.
11. He can talk to me for hours sometimes about nothing and everything.
12. He has goals for himself and his life.
13. He can cook. I can't. So, it's something to be thankful for.
14. He is outgoing.
15. He is loved by my family. They approve. Go me! They're also hard to please ;)

Via Pinterest. Source unknown unless someone can tell me.
At this point I don't know what I would do without him. He's that special and loved. So, this post is for him because of all of the things he's done and will do for me. It is a great feeling to know that the person you love feels the same way. And, for all of you that have that person in your life I'm sure ya know what I'm talking about. Therefore, let's give thanks to that person in our lives who always seem to make everything better even in the worst of times.

"Here's to Evan" - Me

With Love,

-Katie

(wo)man's best friend

Today, I am going to let everyone in on a little secret. A couple of months ago I applied for a program at UK called '4-paws for ability'. 4-paws allows volunteers to temporarily train a service dog. If you didn't know, I am a sucker for a puppy! Therefore, this program is perfect for me. I get a puppy and to help a good cause at the same time.

Not many people know about me applying for the simple reason that why tell until I'm accepted? Well, I'm still not technically 'accepted' but I got an e-mail today that brought me one step closer. I hope by telling you all this it doesn't jenx me ;) but I have an interview the week we get back from Christmas Break. That'll make a girl wanna rush back to school, right? In my case yes. My mom is even excited about it and she has definitely never been an advocate of me getting a dog at such a young age. She tries to talk me out of it by saying that big dogs have big poop, as if I didn't know that. Thus far, she's been unsuccessful in deterring me and I think she secretly knows that. But ....


I cannot wait for this!

So, wish me luck and keep your fingers crossed. And, if you do that for me I promise to overwhelm you all with lots of adorable pictures in the future.

Until then ..

-Katie

Twenty-Two Years and Counting

Some people say that age is what defines us. Rubish. Age is so restricting. You're either too young, too old, or at the ripe age of gaining the privilege but it's no longer desired because who wants to do something they're allowed to do?

I recently turned twenty-two. Yeah, I said 22. And, up until recently no one had made me actually say how old I was. It was kind of just this known fact in the back of my head. But it happened. Someone asked me and I had to say it OUT LOUD. Not that I am trying to potray twenty-two as becoming a classified senior citizen but it is just a weird age for me. Why? Well, I think it means something ... People, it makes me feel like age just isn't some ole' number anymore. I feel like becoming 22 has added a little weight to my shoulders. Ridiculous? I do not think so.

A lot of important things are coming up in my twenty second year of life. Monumental things. Things like:
1. Graduating College
2. Getting a Big Girl Job (Hopefully, fingers crossed)
3. Finding a Permanent Residence of my Own
4. The Final Twilight Movie (Not really monumental, but true)
5. Paying my own bills, bills, bills.

I would continue but I might get lightheaded.

All this happened just because some lousy person had to ask me my dag on age? I gotta get past this. Because a girl's got to much to live for only being twenty-two. That's practically a baby. Am I being convincing? No? Well, I found this picture (on pinterest) I think it's right in what it says.

Via Pinterest (Source Unknown, Lemme know if ya know)
Age really doesn't define us. I think I'll just start telling people I'm 17 again. I frequently get 13 or 14. Think that's supposed to be a compliment? Maybe when I'm 30. But, from here on out I will ignore my years and think of them as a figment of my imagination. Grow young instead of old. And, soak up my remaining youth. Because I'm announcing that age is just a number and I'm only twenty-years young.


Sincerely,
Twenty Two Year Old Me.