Reblogged from haylieerin
I grew up to Garth Brooks, as my dad, well and my mom, love his music. So his songs and his voice remind me of home, and of driving in the car with my family, and sundays with the stereo on. I was always SO mad he stopped having concerts growing up, because his live album is amazing, and my dad used to always brag about how he got to go a bunch of his concerts. Then, he announced he was coming back for one concert, in Kansas City Missouri, and so the Krigbaums made a weekend out of it! I will NEVER EVER forget it. Oh my gosh. But the reason i am saying this, is becausee the song the dance just came on my itunes while im writing this essay, and I was reminded of the concert. When Garth sang this song live, I looked at my mom and she was crying. And not because she was sad, but because its so true, and she was so happy. My mom is so full of life, and I have always loved that about her (: Anyways, I thought i “got it” back then. But sitting here right now i got it a little bit more. I still dont think i can ‘get it’ like someone who HAS grown up, but i get it more now. The song says,
‘and now, im glad i didnt know, the way it all would end, the way it all would go. our lives are better left to chance. I could have missed the pain, but i’d have had to miss the dance’
and as of late, as EVERYONE knows, my life is taking a bit of a left turn from where i thought it would go. But it is better left to chance. Who knows what will come my way, you know? You cant always see what you’re missing from where you are. Life isnt always perfect, but i wouldnt miss this dance.
I cant turn my brain off. It is IMPRESSIVE how much my mind is stuck on thinking about life. I can try to drown it out with music, and be simutaneously reading an article, and my mind is on neither. It’s on life. It’s on friends. It’s on change. It’s on australia.
My grandpa emailed this to me this morning. Despite its sexist overtones that may offend the feminists around, it also has some funny truth to it. Men do what they damn well please, and forget the rest.
Men Are Just Happier People —
What do you expect from such simple creatures?
Your last name stays put.
The garage is all yours.
Wedding plans take care of themselves.
Chocolate is just another snack.
You can be President.
You can never be pregnant.
You can wear a white T-shirt to a water park.
You can wear NO shirt to a water park.
Car mechanics tell you the truth.
The world is your urinal.
You don’t have to stop and think of which way to turn a nut on a bolt.
Same work, more pay.
Wrinkles add character.
Wedding dress $5000. Tux rental-$100.
People never stare at your chest when you’re talking to them.
New shoes don’t cut, blister, or mangle your feet.
One mood all the time.
Phone conversations are over in 30 seconds flat.
A vacation requires only one suitcase.
You can open all your own jars.
You get extra credit for the slightest act of thoughtfulness.
If someone forgets to invite you, He or she can still be your friend.
Your underwear is $8.95 for a three-pack.
You almost never have strap problems in public.
You are unable to see wrinkles in your clothes.
The same hairstyle lasts for years, maybe decades.
You only have to shave your face and neck.
You can play with toys all your life.
One wallet and one pair of shoes — one color for all seasons.
You can wear shorts no matter how your legs look.
You can ‘do’ your nails with a pocket knife.
You have freedom of choice concerning growing a mustache.
You can do Christmas shopping for 25 relatives On December 24 in 25 minutes.
No wonder men are happier.
A woman worries about the future until she gets a husband.
A man never worries about the future until he gets a wife.
A woman marries a man expecting he will change, but he doesn’t.
A man marries a woman expecting that she won’t change, but she does.
A woman knows all about her children. She knows about dentist appointments and romances, best friends, favorite foods, secret fears and hopes and dreams.
A man is vaguely aware of some short people living in the house.
[I disagree!! I know way to many amazing dads, mine included!]
A married man can forget his mistakes.
There’s no use in two people remembering the same thing!
when things go missing. ESPECIALLY when i am 99% sure they’ve been snatched. askdj;ajs;fsaj;. yes, it is stupid that i have wasted this much time an energy on this… but my black half calfs socks are missing. laugh ALL YOU WANT. 1) i love those socks 2) i dont have other half calfs with me when i wanna feel like a lax bro 3) my room is small. and socks would either be in the dirty laundry hamper, or my sock bin. nowhere else. they are neither. i am not crazy, they’re missing 4) tyler gave them to me, and as much as I would like to punch him, they arent just any old damn socks. they are his. i cant just go buy some more. they were a going away gift that nobody would probably understand. 5) recently, i had a black tshirt that was found on an apartment mates back, as it was scooped up from our ghetto clothespin drying racks on accident. which i do believe to be an accident, but it begs to question, what ELSE was accidentally scooped up? the black socks and the black tshirt were likely in the same black load. Again, i am not saying there is any foul play involved, i am just saying.. i want my fucking socks. 6) i have now wasted many precious minutes of homework time searching in vein for the missing socks, ie its driving me mad. 7) did i mention i hate when things are missing? like its actually an issue. like.. a big issue. like i might need help. when i lost my (albeit favorite) green and white shirt in mexico, cause it just vanished from my closet? yeah, i not only looked for hours, i think i cried, and i am APPARENTLY still not over it. My favorite black sweatpants with the #24 on the left side? mysteriously gone (i hold my breath i may find them someday in axo…) I HATE LOSING THINGS. especially since im anal enough to know when its NOT that i just misplaced it! that i have looked everywhere it COULD be, and its NOT.
sigh. goodnight.
(via giesella)
I am stronger than you think.
I am not little, I am not weak.
And i have learned that life waits for nobody.
And if you get too sure of yourself, god will sit you down on your ass and say, think again.
this aint goodbye
this is just where love goes
when words arent warm enough
to keep away the cold
oh no, this aint goodbye
its not where our story ends
but i know you cant be mine
not the way you’ve always been
as long as we’ve got time
oh no, this aint goodbye
