Tell Me Once Again That You'll Love Me To The Death And Should I Die, You Swear That You Will Come For Me?

Well, long time no talk! It has been nearly a month since I have shared my "life story" with all of y'all ( been having any withdrawals?) As y'all may know, thoughts and stories that desperately need to be told are always running through my mind. I just want to give everyone a fair warning that all words and paragraphs and/or separate blogs after this one...well, lets just say that they will be a "jambalaya" mess. I actually wrote a lot of these "stories" down while I was being productive at work. Geeze...get excited, will yah?

December 20, 2011

Lately, I have been thinking about the type of man I should have in my life...I actually think this came about when I was discussing this with my roommate, Megan, after an emotional viewing of Dear John (don't worry, Will...she doesn't want you to change your career goals or anything :D). Well, I have come to the conclusion that I need to consider a guy in a uniform. Okay, okay. The fact that I saw the cutest guy alive (mental note for everyone: he was sportin' a full-on Army uniform and a big pearly-white smile) leaving the math lab the other day did help me see the light in this decision. Imagine our lives together, will you? We would officially meet at some random place, possibly a Smoothie King or something. He would accidentally bump into me, totally knocking my medium-sized berry punch smoothie with added energy to the ground. As I catch most of my amazing potion on my shirt, I can't help but watch the rest of it fall to the ground (to compare this feeling to something in your life, imagine having the most wonderful, most sought after thing you could possibly imagine. Then imagine, out of no where, it being taken out of your life in the blink of an eye. Yeah, that's a BIG bummer.) As I sit down on the floor, while holding back soft sobs, I desperately try to clean up the horrific berry-colored puddle on the ground. Suddenly, I notice another hand taking part in the same job mine was doing and I couldn't help but to pause. My eyes slowly travel north towards his face until both of ours meet at a fixed gaze. He was tall, dark, handsome...oh, and army strong. After helping me back up to my feet, he gathered my belongings off the ground and tried to place them back in my arms. I seemed to have lost the capability to grip anything at that particular moment in time, so the job wasn't as easy as it sounds. After I finally grabbed a hold of my things, he proceeded to introduce himself to me and apologize for the miraculous disaster. One date leads to another, and suddenly we are planning our wedding. (Don't worry, his proposal was definitely something like my dads*** since I said yes...more on that later.) As I walk down the isle in my long, white, flowing dress, I couldn't help but to think of the description Katherine Heigl had about her future hubby in the movie "27 Dresses". Yeap, my man fit her details perfectly. I look directly at him and notice that his eyes look more watery than usual (that is all I have ever wanted - a guy to look at me when I am wearing a long gown and just, I don't know, look like he just saw the most amazing thing. No, I do not want a dang "thumbs up"...If I see that, I will walk the other direction. Note to self: have something with thorns in my bouquet in case of an emergency like that.) A few years pass, and he comes and goes like the wind. One bright and sunny day, we find out that we have a child on the way. Nine months later, baby Landon makes his way into the world...just as his father gets shot and finds his way out. Wait...I don't like how this story is ending...fairy tales do exist! Okay, okay...time to reevaluate this shin-dig...or the man...but, he was so beautiful...and so fictional. Well, I don't know about all of y'all, but I was definitely picturing Taylor Lautner throughout that story. Anyways, my story may not go in that particular order...or with that particular type of guy...but after attending Passion this year in Atlanta, I have found that I don't really want or need a man in my life anytime soon. Like I said, Bonar is the only man in my life for now. But I just keep thinking...I bet an army man wont lie to me and say he has been soooooo busy when he is basically just sitting at his house or wait 8 or more days just to text me "ehhh" and inform me about his new love life. Yeah...that was just random examples and everything. On a different note, I saw a car tag today that said, "It takes a soldier to love a princess." I guess that is also why I am thinking this. I definitely think I am a princess...don't ruin my dreams, okay?

Man oh me. If this doesn't break your heart...I don't know what will. *Notice the wife outside her husbands hearse.*

**This is the story of how my father proposed to my mother...well, this is the way Tyler told me atleast.

         One sunny day, My mother was traveling to work. She lived in Mobile, Alabama, and worked at one of the major hospitals down there. On this particular sunny day, she was taking her usual route to work when suddenly she paid extra attention to the huge Regions Bank building. While focusing on the building, and of course traffic, she noticed there were words posted in the windows...words saying, "Will You Marry Me, Angela?" Now, out of the butt-loads of Angela's that live in Mobile, I don't know how she figured out that that was directed to her...but, as we all know, they ended up being married and lived happily together. Now Alysson or whoever reads this...if this story isn't accurate, I would very much like for you to tell me. I, of course, want to know the truth. I need to know what my future man needs to live up to. ;)

 

This music video inspired the prior story. Thanks T-Swizzle (T-Pizzle...I'm like 8 foot 4...).

 PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE LISTEN TO THIS SONG. Okay...please don't make me beg...I WILL THOUGH!

"I miss your tan skin, your sweet smile. So good to me, so right. And how you held me in your arms that September night...the first time you ever saw me cry. Maybe this is wishful thinking. Probably mindless dreaming. But if we loved again, I swear I'd love you right. I'd go back in time and change it but I can't. So if the chain is on your door I understand...BUT IT'S TOO LATE TO APOLOGIZE...IT'S TOO LATEEEE."

Wshoo...yes, now I am good. I have been wanting to get that out for a good hour now. OH, AND IF THOSE VIOLINS DIDN'T TICKLE YOUR HEART...we can't be friends anymore.

This is how Shelby and I feel

 

 

Yes! Be jealous - this is true dedication!

Okay, I know everyone probably feels jipped because this blog doesn't say much. Just know that I pinky promise I will make up for this. I wanted to keep the army paragraph in it's own little category and then, of course, Taylor Swift had to get involved. I have so much to tell you guys that I am struggling trying to get it out! Wshoo, well, I hope everyone has a blessed weekend!

  

Peace, Love and...HAPPINESS,

Haley

"Be soft. Do not let the world make you hard. Do not let the pain make you hate. Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness. Take pride that even though the rest of the world may disagree, you still believe it to be a beautiful place."

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  Oh your hands can heal, your hands can bruise.
I don't have a choice but I still choose you.

Poison & Wine - The Civil Wars

 

"Happy New Year and Happy Four Months, Mommy. Daddy, Happy New Year. Oh, and please keep Mommy straight - she's a wild one."

Love always,

Your Little Princess