One year older, and wiser too....

So I've been wanting to get back to posting on my blog for a while now and the start of a new year (for me) sounded like the perfect time. Also I read my sisters cheesy blog this morning and it inspired me. I've been trying to come up with some deep thoughts I may have learned this year but it has been nothing so dramatic. Really getting older, and wiser, can be a slow process. So this year I think I've learned to be a little more patient, a little more thoughtful, a little more greatful of all the wonderful people in my life, and a little closer to my savior.
Today is also the last full day of school for my girls, which I feel is a great Birthday present to me. Many people will not agree, but I love Summer with the girls. I love no schedule and having lots of time to spend with the girls doing fun things without the pressure of schedules and homework. With that being said though, I always know August is here when I am ready once again to embrace a schedule, and maybe have a break from all that girl time! Until then though I say Carpediem (Spelling?)
Now I am going to get ready for my unsurprise/surprise Birthday something. I am truly grateful for a sister who knows I hate surprises and called me to worn me. Even though I don't know where we are going, I am glad for the heads up. I wonder though if she told me because she cares about my feelings, or if she was more worried if she showed up at my house I would still be in my sweats? (Hee, Hee) Well anyways I do get where Bella Swan is coming from in her adversion to presents and surprises. I layed in bed last night wondering why I really don't like them so much. It isn't about not liking the attention, I'm fine being infront of people although I'm not an attention hog. Maybe it is about my lack of patience. This I'm sure was part of it when I was younger, but If you truly surprised me then I wouldn't have to be patient. Anyways after pondering for a while I think I finally put my finger on the real issue. I really like to make sure everyone around me is happy, and that means I get really worried about my reactions to gifts. I am not ooy gooy sappy, so I feel like others may not know how much I really like/appreciate the given gift or surprise. So everytime I go to open a present the thoughts going through my head are about how I can show this person I really like it. If I go overboard with this please understand. I know this is why I used to prefind and unwrap my Christmas presents early. I wanted time to come up with great responses to the presents I opened. My mom thought it was because I was nosy, which I can be, but really it was the given challenge of the hunt and the previous mentioned need for advanced warnings to have great reactions. Also one of my talents is not gift giving. I love to give gifts to others, but am not blessed with an incredible ability to come up with the perfect gift or little thought of appreciation. If you know my sister in law Rebecca and my brother Kevin you know they are both blessed with this gift. They are constantly (or so it seems to the un talented giver) doing nice, thoughtful, and perfect for the person things or gifts. What this means for me is that I would rather not have people do great things for me, because then I stress even more about trying to do something for them. And so there you have it. Don't do nice things for me!! No I'm kidding but if I say you don't need to do anything know that I really mean it and with me the phrase "Its the thought that counts" really holds true.
While I am rambling on the longest post to make up for a whole year I was thinking about the twilight books because I was reading Eclipse again before the movie comes out. I do think I m like them so much because I do find many similarites between Bella and my highschool self. No mom I didn't have vampires sneeking in my windows in highschool, and I was more outgoing then her , but the clumsy-bookreading-not like surprises-mature for her age-plain but having guys like her anyways girl I can relate too. Hmm, and I did marry someone who is rather pale? (Hee Hee) To end this post I have to say I saw a sticker on the back of Nicky Davis's car that read "I drive like a Cullen!" I wish I could put one on my van but we all know I drive well, more like a Swan.