Getting Married? A Wedding?? HELP!!!

So, when I got this ring put on my finger and had to answer the question, "So, when are ya getting married?", I thought 'okay no biggy' ... OH but it's a Big Biggy!! Not only did I choose a date that is right around the corner, I also, have no idea on what to plan or how much it will cost!! The only thing I can think of is picking out that beautiful white dress and trust me I want it to be gorgeous!
Where do I start? What has to be done? More importantly... Am I Ready? Am I ready to full heartedly comitt to this one guy or any guy for that matter, for the rest of my life? Am I ready for the responsibilities and everything else which I don't even know about? Heart says, "I don't know... no i don't think so... and just screams for help through quiet depression..."
My parents don't know anything and feel out of the 'loop' called my life. Unintentional I promise. However, I am trying so hard to fight and figure out why my selfish, solo, personality is getting in the way of committing to love aka true happiness.
I love Johnny. I really do, however, there are times when I feel I would just be happier if I was by myself without anyone to answer to, worry about, or change my life for. It's hard being away from my family. I am still scared of the world and still feel the need to run home and cry on my mother's shoulder when my feelings get hurt or the world gives me a hard time. I will always be daddy's little girl too. I appreciate all the time he spent with me teaching me lessons I still apply to everyday life. My parents are my heroes and my sisters are my sidekicks! I love and miss them so much.

~R-E-S-P-E-C-T~

Something most people give out and hope it is returned and if its not, then they think no big deal. For others, its given out only to the people who give it to them first.

I am one of those people who will show respect and hope that I will get it back. However, that's not always the case.

Its a very big issue in our humanly world. People shouldn't have to sell their soul for respect. And if more people had respect for others and themselves then it would be a lot easier for others to respect them.

Disrespect- Any one got a good definition? I do...

A few days ago, I bought an alarm clock. Seems normal right? Not at my house. It was turned into this huge deal. My sister, who I still share a room with, complained about the alarm clock being too bright. Yeah right. It's your normal, average, ten dollar clock that tells the time. Not a lamp. So, she sleeps on the couch because she claims the clock keeps her from sleeping. I said, "Fine sleep on the couch, because I think your over exaggerating."

Well, my father calls me today and says that he thinks I need to compromise. Compromise what? Get rid of the clock I just bought, which I can't return since I threw the receipt and box in the garbage? I don't think so!

There's also a story behind this. Let me explain. Sara has these Love Birds in OUR room. I hate them. You would too, if you heard the awful sound they make. Trust me everyone I know like my friends and Johnny, will tell you that the sound the birds make is high pitched and two notes away from shattering glass!! It's annoying and they make the biggest mess! A mess that Sara ignores and isn't told to clean it up. I have asked her nicely and some days when I just can't stand it anymore, I clean it up for her! Now, tell me, is that giving me respect? Is that fair or even a compromise? Would I have to sleep out on the couch in order to be heard and get something done about it? No thanks. I sleep in bed and deal with my sister's mess hoping one day she realizes what a pig sty she lives in and will eventually clean up her act.

I tried to stand up for myself and my new addition, my alarm clock. However, my dad told me not to raise my voice, which in other words means don't question authority and I knew I was going to either compromise, or give up. So, I compromised. My alarm clock is covered with plastic that has sharpie marker all over it. My brand new alarm clock has to suffer now that it's under my PARENTS house.

I refuse to give in to such disrespect, however, it won't be much longer.

I encourage everyone who reads this to write about a respect issue of their own.

~Scottish Rose Revised~

My life feels like it's back on track. Beautiful, happy and full of love. Which in my opinion is what keeps me going.
Roses have thorns, so does life. Some people like to describe it as a roller coaster, however, i save that to describe something else. I'm in a healthy relationship, the beginning of a good job, and will go back to school soon. I am going to major in psychology. So, if you ever need that help, look me up! :)
There are people I miss and wish I could spend more time with. One being my dad. I am looking forward to the weekend in the woods with him and his siblings. I see it as a chance to bond with them and really get to know my dad and his interests. Being Scottish is awesome and that is definitely something I wish I knew more about. When I was younger, I remember telling my parents I wanted to learn how to play the bag pipes! :)
Johnny is Irish and the names we have come up with for our future children are awesome!
Now, I know to protect the names I have come up with and will share them only after they are placed on a birth certificate. :)
The second night I spent with Johnny, he surprised me at my work with a single pink rose. I dried and saved it hoping it will last me a lifetime. Our one year anniversary is coming up and I've already dropped hints on the flowers I hope to receive.
The mind works in mysterious ways when it comes to thinking about anniversary gifts. The gift idea I received was so sudden and pure genius! I can't wait to get started on it next week. I'm hoping it won't take long to complete.

...::~*Cinderella Story 2*~::...

Well, my day of being on top of the world was yesterday. I got the job, my new hire packet, and my schedule all figured out! 3 Cheers!!!

So I begin orientation on Monday at one pm. Pat, johnny's mom, comes home Monday at four pm, and my last work week at NYC begins and ends Saturday!! Yay!!

Melissa is so nice and I can't wait to start working my real shift at Express care on Monday the 22nd.

"It's like a dream come true!"

"A dream is a wish your heart makes when you're fast asleep."

And I'll live happily ever after!

...::~*Cinderella Story*~::...

Once upon a yesterday,
I visited castles around the land and gathered applications for jobs.
The kings and Queens were pleased to tell me they were hiring.
I was excited and filled them all out as soon as I returned home.
It did not take my long and it was a relief once i was done.
The next day, I started at the closet place to my house and dropped off the application.
Work went well for me the following day and after my shift, I decided to pay a visit to check on my application. The manager was in also and requested my stay for a short, yet informational interview. I was glad to see that she was pleased in my return so soon and I believe it will help with the first impression of my personality, one she would hopefully want working in her office.
Melissa, the manager, will give me a call back some time by Friday and I hope I get the job...
A little more about this story,...
Ever since I was a little girl, my dad would take me to work and introduce me to his secretary/receptionist. I watched what they did and just fell in love. I knew that when i grew up i wanted to be in their position.
Here I am, 20 years old and finally applying for a receptionist job! I can't wait to hear Melissa's decision. However, being a receptionist isn't what I want to call my career. I will go back to school and become a psychologist. Look me up if you ever need help or some one to talk to.
xxoo
Adrian

Starry Eye Surprise

September Thursday 27, 2007

Today was extraordinary. I record it so that it will be remembered and never forgotten. My day started at seven in the morning as I woke up to begin getting ready for my tasks ahead of me. I had to be at work at nine a.m. and my shift was to end at three later that afternoon. Nothing too exciting took place, however, after three p.m. I received the strangest feeling, like a voice, telling me I should go down to the lower level of the mall. I was unsure at first but quickly thought about the new Hollister store that was soon to be open. As I made my way down the escalators, I noticed the store was not open yet but without thinking, I proceeded in that direction. When I reached my destination, I was beginning to feel my feet screaming to rest, relax, and sit down. Conveniently, there were benches to sit down on. As I was about to sit down, I heard the voice speak to me again ordering me not to sit down, but to go into the store they were directly in front of called Hot Topic. I wanted to ignore it this time and attempted to sit down again. It grew louder and ordered me not to sit down. Like a child, I obeyed the command by folding my arms and pouting as I entered the store. I couldn't believe what was happening. In my head I asked the voice to tell me why I was in the store. It replied telling me that I was waiting for someone. It refused to mention a name but I hoped that I wouldn't have to wait for very long.
Time passed and the clerks who worked there asked me questions I really couldn't answer. I didn't want them to think I was crazy so I pretended to shop. After fifteen minutes had gone by, I heard a voice behind me say, "Hey, look at this!" The voice went into my ears, then to my brain and I instantly recognized who had said that. As I turned around to see him, I was shocked to know that I was right. I was so happy to see him. The handsome guy standing in front of me was Johnny Walsh Jr., a classmate from a History class I had taken a year ago. Once we said hello to one another, I decided to give him a hug. The hug wasn't very long, however, during this hug, I saw into my future. I had glimpses of conversations and days we would spend together in the far future. My crushing feelings that I kept in the back of my head instantly came forward. He introduced me to his mother who was shopping with him. Johnny and I started to converse about so many different things. Just then my phone decided to go off so I reached into my pocket to silence it. He then popped the phone number question, which I had wanted for so long, and my soul freaked out inside! I wanted to scream and jump around to show my overwhelming joy but I was able to contain and save it until I was home later that evening. We flirted and had a great time but unfortunately it reached an hour to where that all had to come to an end. I was sad as we said our goodbyes and then before I knew it he was gone.
Even though we could text or call each other, I couldn't wait to see him again.