Day 13: A fictional book And a Survey

Well Right now I am Re-reading:

Love this Book!!! 
And this great Survey I stole from Laura at Lucky In Love


1. What are your middle names?
Mine is Nicole his is Jean
2. How long have you been together?
We met when I was fourteen years old and started being together Right before I turned 15 so not quite 10 years but a little over 9. 
3. How long did you know each other before you started dating?
About 12 months
4. Who asked who out?
He was actually ordered by an ex girlfriend to ask me out and I was ordered to accept but the general question was kind of If I Maybe Sort of Kinda asked you would you say yes? and I was all Yes!!
5. How old are each of you?
I’m 24 and Kensei is 27 going to be 28 soon.
6. Did you go to the same school?
Nope not even in the same state.
7. Are you from the same home town?
Again not even the same state
8. Who is the smartest?
I am completely sure that he is, because while I am a little more lucky in things he has more brains.
9. Who majored in what?
I am majoring in Psychology and Photography, he went to school for CAD design but currently works at Sonic
10. Who is the most sensitive?
I am most definitely, anything will sent me off.
11. Where is the furthest you two have traveled together as a couple?
I am not sure, we haven’t really had any away trips, but I’ve gone there and he’s come here.
12. Who has the worst temper?
Me.I blow up on a lot of things and my temper is not pretty.
13. How many children do you want?
I want as many as possible, I have always wanted a large family and maybe see if we can adopt a kid or two, Kensei is okay with 3 but he says we need to talk about having more than that.
14. Who does the cooking?
I love to cook, but so does Kensei. Because we haven’t actually lived together before its been whomever's house we’re in cooks!
15. Who is more social?
Me, I tend to make a lot of friends but Kensei has a group of close friends so that good too.
16. Who is the neat freak?
I honestly don’t know, I am cluttered messy and he’s just messy!
17. Who is the most stubborn?
I think we’re tied on this one.
18. Who wakes up earlier?
This is me, I go to sleep earlier and wake up earlier no matter what.
19. Where was your first date?
We honestly never really had a big First date, lol but the first time I went up we had dinner with his dad and then a movie alone.
20. Who has the bigger family?
I don’t know, he has a lot of family he doesn’t speak to, and mine has been slowly shrinking.
21. Do you get flowers often?
No, but the first time I did was so sweet, he met me at the bus station and handed me roses and then said that some other guy gave them to him because his girl never showed, I knew it was bs but thought it was sweet.
22.How do you spend the holidays?
We haven’t spent them together yet.
23. Who is more jealous?
Me!
24. How long did it take to get serious?
Not long for me, I was mad for him before we hooked up, but it took a while for us to get to where we are now.
25. Who eats more?
Kensei, in face I get yelled at if I get kids meals.
26. What do you do for a living?
I Work at a hotel, but I’d love to have a studio and a practice once I get my degrees. 
27. Who does the laundry?
Its even.
28. Who’s better with the computer?
Eh he is.
29. Who drives when you’re together?
Usually he does
30. What is your song?
We don’t have one, lol we need to get one!

Day 5: Your favorite quote , A song to match your mood

I have already mentioned that My two most favorite Quotes come from Gone With The Wind and Pretty Woman,

“Frankly My dear I Don’t give a damn” and
“Big mistake. Big. Huge”

My song is matching because after reading a post on Momma Made It Look Easy, Jennifer explained about an incident that happened at a Halloween party between her two children, I had this post scheduled for later this week, but because of her post I felt inspired to share it with you all.  First the Song is I’ll Stand by You. And I apologize for all the text.

So what this brought up was some things that happened to Airforce when we started moving around a lot. When we lived in New York, and my brother was born I was not a happy camper, until I was pulled aside by my Nana, Papa and Grandma, they told me that He was MY  little brother, he belonged to me and I needed to look out for him, My mother was pretty Flaky even back then, and my Daddy was working a lot, So five year old me was the one in charge when we moved to Ohio. I tried to take care of him as best as I could, oh there was the incident with the stroller, and the playground (I'll talk about those later if ya’ll want.) but Airforce was my brother and I knew he needed me.

When we moved to SC I was 10 and he was 5, I babysat for him by myself from then on. I fit in down here, he stood out, I was a quiet kid, a leave me alone and I'll leave you alone type and people got that.  Airforce was not, He was opinionated, and loud and very in your face. I picked on him endlessly at home, teasing and laughing at him, but never in public. When I was 12 and he was 7 we walked home from school, his school got out after mine, so I was usually all ready at home and making snack when he came home.

One day he ran in the house out of breath and bloody, he was crying and to upset to talk, I got the first aid kit, and his little stuffed Raccoon, Coonie, and cleaned him up until he calmed down enough to tell me what happened. On his way home for the past few weeks my little second grader brother had been picked on and bullied by a group of 4 fifth graders and 2 sixth graders, and he had been ignoring them, but he snapped that day and tried to tell them off and they proceeded to beat him up.

I saw red and demanded their names, Airforce thought I was telling my parents to tell theirs so he told me… and I did tell my parents, that night but first I turned on the TV gave Airforce a snack , and left the house.

We had a little community playground at the end of our street, all the kids went there until the parents came home, I walked over and looked at the boys until I recognized one of the boys who my brother named, his fists were scraped and I looked for the other kids, I found the rest of them around the tire swing picking on a little girl, I yelled all the names and then flung myself at them, I was a small seventh grader, the kind that looked like I belonged in 4th or 5th grade but I went all out on that group of boys, Now I don’t advocate violence for violence but remember all I could think of was them hurting my little brother, I don’t know how but I beat all of them that day, and then told them to stay away from my brother. I dropped out of the Volleyball team the next day so I could be there when Airforce walked home and make sure it never happened again.

The boys did go home and tell their parents, but when the angry parents came to our house my dad explained what happened and the 6:2 odds, and they got in trouble as well, I was grounded for a month but my dad told me he was proud of me for looking out for Airforce.

So the moral of the story? Family is Family and while my brother and I fight and tease to this day, he is MY little brother and I am responsible for taking care of him.
Make sure you head over to Jennifer’s and see what prompted this post.

On a lighter note later on this afternoon/tonight I’ll have a new blog design by the wonderful Brea!

Aww The Dardnest Things...

This topic came from two of my favorite sites Here and Here, everyone has cute little posts about embarrassing things that their children do, and well because I don't yet have little angels of my own, (who will not be named Blaze, Titan, or Spirtall, although Kensei does want a Gray, Cayn, or Rain, (hehehe if you put them all together they rhyme) ) I would post about myself, my sister, and the kids I have babysat for.

Well this is story time....

Once upon a time there was a little girl, she was a sweet, quiet little girl. She never did anything she wasn't supposed to, she was her parents, grandparents and Great Grandmother (Nana)'s delight. It was roughly 1989-90 ish and She was sitting in the backseat of a station wagon when a song came on the radio causing the dear Papa (her grandfather) to slam on the breaks and spin his head to look at her as she began to sing, "I am the flower, you are the sea... All I want to do is make love to you," He still brings that up to her when they ride in the same car. Apparently a 4 to 5 year old should not be singing it.

A few years earlier at her second birthday party, the same little girl had gone to the television and changed the channel to MTV and proceeded to dance to Thriller, she can still do the dance actually.

Flash forward 14 years

Now the little girl is 15 years old and babysitting a little boy named Carnell, and her little sister Jujube. She decided that it would be nice to take the two of them to McDonald's. She seats the kids in car seats and goes to order food when across the restaurant you her Carnell yelling. "Pretty Mama! Mama! I wan nuggets Pretty Mama!" (His mother thought it was adorable that her called her Pretty Mama) and The Jujube's Voice "Nuggets too Mama! Pwease!" Her face began to turn red and if the people in the restaurant could kill with a glance she would be dead, so she said the first thing that popped into her mind, "I ain't their Mama!"


So here are a few things to read and perhaps laugh about! I hope you all enjoyed them!