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I neglected to post yesterday. Such a busy day and an awesome one for my husband's birthday! He is such a cutie patootie! I am the luckiest woman!! Here's a rundown of what we did in addition to our normal Saturday stuff...
We really wanted to find a way out of the smoke from the wildfires, but there is no way out without traveling for a day or more. Pretty apocalyptic out here, but makes for great sunrises and sunsets. So, back to the questions people have had about me. I think it's so interesting how people want to know about me who have never met me. It's so flattering because I don't feel so interesting or special. Thanks for the interest. Continuing right away from my last post... Home life was not super easy growing up. It was not peaceful at home. However, that could be a lot of people's story. A lot of people had it hard at home. Here's something that you may not know and that you might find interesting. I went to BYU Idaho after high school. I didn't really have any goals of what I wanted to do with my life. I just wanted to get out of my house that was feeling more and more like hell because my parents argued all of the time and my father would fly off the handle without any provocation. My chosen major? Psychology. Is it any wonder that this quiet observer would want to be a psychologist when coming from a home where her father was a paranoid schizophrenic? My personality is so different from the rest of my siblings even. Very even keel. Not someone with a temper. My father would have these terrible nightmares and run through the house in his sleep, lift up my parent's bed while my mother was in it (again in his sleep), claw on walls (again in his sleep), and teach me vocabulary that I would not have learned for years:0 It was terrifying! He would walk into a room where we were having a casual and humorous conversation about some random thing and would scream "why are you talking about me!". There would be dishes that flew from his hand, the word "stupid" directed at me often, whipping with a belt or a wooden spoon, and very strict rules that you would not be in a good condition if you shared what went on at home with anyone. You might say that there was a bit of control. Me? I was the observer and the protector. I have always had that personality trait, that characteristic. I was always the nurturer and still am. I prefer to laugh instead of being serious. I prefer to think on the scale of the Universe and what energy is flowing near myself and my family than think about the bad things that are going on around the planet that get thrown in our faces by the media.  This dress is by Mostly Mia. Click on the picture for the link to their shop.Going away from home was what I needed to try to figure things out and to find myself. However, school was hard to pay for. I was working so much (80 hr weeks at times) and had so much anxiety about going to class and anything else I would do that it just was not a good situation. I found myself skipping class, unable to take tests, unable to study, only wanting social life, working so much that I was drained, not sleeping, not eating right, and certainly not managing money correctly due to the example I had at home. It was quite chaotic and unhealthy. I wound up with a boyfriend that I was with because he loved me, not because he was the kind of person I wanted. He paid attention to me and said nice things. I wasn't used to that. Also, I found myself getting mono because I was running myself into the ground. My father had called me around Christmas time and told me that I should not come home because I was no longer a tax write off. He told me prior to going to school that he would pay for school, but then didn't pay a dime. I was truly alone and confused. Yes, this story is going deep into my past. The reason? People want to know who I am and how I came to be me. Your past can either build you or break you. Obviously, I went through a broken period of time.  This is a Peachi Exfoliating Sock. AMAZING! Click on the picture for more information on how this sock makes your feet buttery soft.That period of time when I was at BYU Idaho (known then as Rick's College), was a time when I felt lost more than ever before. I had fun, mind you. However, I didn't know where I fit in, read social situations totally wrong, and eventually wound up moving to Jackson Hole for the Summer with some friends. Did I drink and smoke in college? No. That is a question people ask a lot. I was very very naive. I was very trusting. I was kind of a crazy, spur of the moment kind of person at that time. My roommate actually told me that I was kinda crazy. A good girl, but kinda crazy and spastic. I would just say yes to going and doing anything (not including drinking, smoking or drugs). I would go running at 3 am. I had no fear because I was away from what I was afraid of.  This is a Peachi Exfoliating Sock. AMAZING! Click on the picture for more information on how this sock makes your feet buttery soft.When I was in college, I loved business and communications but always loved psychology the very most. I never finished my degree because of the things that happened during and after I moved with my friends to Jackson Hole, Wyoming. What happened really woke me up and put me on a dark path that eventually led to light. That will have to be for another post. Any questions about myself that I can answer? Please comment below and I will try to fit in the answers. One answer that is hard to fit into my story anywhere is 'what is your favorite color?'. The answer to that is purple purple and purple, which is why I totally celebrated the color of the year. The color of the year for 2018 is Ultra-Violet. Isn't is stunning? I will continue my story in my next post. 
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