Terrors, Chocolatey Drinks and Monday Mornings.

     Who would have thought that the wrath of a monday morning was a real thing? Not, me... Well, not really anyways. I have had bad mondays.. waking up late not being able to find my shoe.. ect.
  
   Today is different. First off, the day started crappy even before I was awake. I had the most awful dream. This dream was a bit like ones that I would have as kid. They were awful. One example. When I was about 8 or 9. My dream started off normal... Me and my family were just having a sleep over in my Grandma McNeill's basement,(normal....  cause that happened all the time..) when a strange man came inside and he held us hostage and killed everyone in my family and I couldn't scream and I couldn't move... all I could do was watch from my sleeping bag.. when he left, I ran down the street yelling trying to get someone to help me and save my family.. but no one could hear me... It was awful. I remember waking up in the middle of the night and running into Dewey's room crying and asking him to let me sleep by him. He let me sleep by him and he showed me his dream catcher. That as long a that was near it, I wouldn't have bad dreams.  I also had this dream all the time.. it was always the same.. i don't remember much of it. It was one of those dreams were things start off small but get bigger and bigger until you are suffocating, everything is moving and blurry and it feels like you can't get a grip on anything... I was always able to tell when I was going to have this dream to. I would lay down on my back and close my eyes... and it would start to play out in my head. I was never able to get it to leave my head before I fell asleep.. so I would just lay there, praying that I wouldn't have any dreams. It was an awful terror.
       
       I hadn't had a dream as intense as that one in a very long time. I dreamt that I had come home to my parents house and my dad decided that he wanted to move... I know that this doesn't sound scary but, I feel like in our dreams everything is so much more intese than in real life. So, I had come home and I started to pack up all of my stuff and put it in boxes and whenever we would come back inside and think that we were done, there was always a closet or a shelf or a room that we had forgotten to pack up.. and nothing was going right and we were breaking stuff and we kept getting lost ( in our own house, except it wasnt my house)... and when we finally finished and were ready to go. I was standing in the living room alone, thinking about all the memories that I had had in that house and how much I loved it there.. I started to sob, and I looked up and there were these 2 little kids.. I don't know who they were, but, it was a girl about 6, and a boy about 4 or 5. They didn't say anything and I didn't really acknowlege them. They stayed in the house.... and We locked up the house and walked out the back door and around to the front. As we went around the side of the house, my mom saw that there was  a window open and that we had forgotten to blow out a candle, so she reached her hand in the window to grab it and it fell over and the house went up in flames. I just stood there watching my childhood go up in flames, at least that is what I remember thinking. We couldn't get in. No fire trucks or people came to help us, we just stood there watching it burn. When we got back inside the kids were just lying on the floor. It was awful. 

      I got up, got ready as fast as I could and went into the kichen. Spilled my Chocolate milk breakfast powder all over the counter and floor and all over my shoes... cleaned it up and poured the last of my milk and mixed the powdery substance into my cup for a mix of delicious goodness and reached up into the cupboard for the lid and spilt it all over the counter and ran out of paper towels trying to clean it up.. 

      My morning has been very interesting... I am still recovering from it, and I think I might have something on my face or I am missing the joke everyone coming into 7 Circles is in on... cause I am getting some strange looks and I feel a bit out of place.. LOL. I have a strange feeling that I am going to survive though...

               Earth is a normal place.... the People are kind of weird though...

                Stay Strong,
                    Charley.          

P.s. Sorry for the disturbing post..
   

Produce boxes and a world of mysteries in a cupboard.

A year and a half ago I got home from the best experience in my life in the Philippines. I learned so many things there about myself and the kind of person that I would like to be. I will always love the relationship and the fond memories I shared with my Aunt Di. She is one of the strongest and loving people I know. She will always hold a special place in my heart. As the day to leave got closer and closer I knew that I would leave with a heavy heart and always miss her and the people of the Philippines. I never really thought that I would feel as sad as the day that I left and I still remember trying keep a reign on my emotions, knowing that in a sad comment or the sight of a cute puppy, I would be a train wreck. Unfortunately, today, I feel as sad as the day I left, having to push away the thoughts of life moving on, keeping them at bay, as to not stir up any unwanted moisture in my eyes.

In a mere 3 days my life will be different. Saying goodbye is never an easy thing to do. I have loved my wonderful roommates; they are Beautiful, and such great examples to me. I have loved getting so close to them and I am sad to see them go. We have had a wonderful 2 semesters together. But, there is one roommate that I think that I will miss the most.

Abi. This is one friendship that has surprised me the most. I was bit skeptical when she first brought up the idea of us living together. I wasn’t sure how well we would do living in the same household... But, if you know me at all, I am always up for something new and challenging.. So, I said ‘ok’ and it has been the wildest and best time of my life so far. I will really miss the crazy McNeill mind reading that goes on between us. :)

Abi has been of the best things to happen to me. She is one of the greatest examples to me of a righteous Daughter of God. I have loved being able to talk her about the gospel. She has such a unique way of talking about the Love of our Father in Heaven that makes you want to be a better person. I love her in all of her Craziness and will miss every bit of our time together.

It has been hard for me to accept the fact that she will no longer be my roommate next week. It makes me sad but I know that we are both on to bigger and better things in our life... and there is always something that we can count on... we are related.. duh. I talk as if she is dying... but, she is not. I will always hold on to this past years memories, and I cannot wait for the day that our future children will get to listen to the stories of our wild dance parties in the kitchen, our not so subtle giggle fits in church and our love of jumping in freezing cold pool... fully clothed. It will be Grand. And hey, maybe one day when we are old and Grey, they will have the chance to be roommates, And if we don’t have kids? We will be the 70 year old roommates that shop at TJ MAXX, and wear sweaters... like cat ladies... Except no cats:0 (no, no... I do not hate God and the World... It’s fine. So, I don’t like cats… Sue me.)

Always remember to smile and keep your chin up.

                 Stay Strong,

                   Charley:)

Time moves so fast.. everyday is like a blast from the past.

 



    This semester has gone by so much faster than others seemed to. Like others before, I have built so many incredible friendships. Some faster than others and some it took the entire semester to be friends, but nonetheless, I have cherished them all.

  

  

   Like others, I'm sure, this is always the part that I hate... I don't like getting close to people knowing that in a few months they could be out of my life forever... for some that is very possible... and others, it is a matter of miles if you want to see them again. I just hope that no matter how far away some may go or how many buildings away they are we can still party like rockstars:D



Colin and Josh are good sports:)

  

     Summer... (Breath a sigh of relief) one of my favorite words in the English language. It feels like there are a million things that i have to do before i could even begin to enjoy the thought that summer is almost here...

-  Say Adios to some of the best girls in the world.

-  Take my State Board Test.... and pass.

-  Jamee's Graduation.

-  Register for Classes.....Scary!

-  DISNEYLAND... aka.. 2nd best place on EARTH:)

-  Pack and move into my new Apartment.

-  Move Jamee to PROVO.... WITH ME!!!

- Try to not break my mothers Heart, too much.... aparently we make her feel old or something... ;)

Ok.. so looking at that list.. it doesn's seem that long. It sure does feel like a lot to do. Maybe it is more of the unknown future that I am not ready for.. but, in the wonderful words of Abi, "Hard things happen, you will surivive. I promise."

                You're Beautiful, Strong and Smart. Remember, No Pain, Heartache, or Sin is

                       worth giving up on that:)

                                   

                                                Stay Strong,

                                                              Charley. 

 "Live you life in such a way that those who don't know Christ, but know you, will want to know Christ because they know you."

I am so Blessed.

     Life has been a Crazy ride lately… It is a comforting thought that the end is only the beginning.. That has been more than true for me lately. Life moves so fast I have a hard time keeping up.. But, I am doing my best.

So much so that I sometimes I wonder if my Heavenly father has forgotten me in little ol’Provo. But, I know that I am guiltier of being the one that forgets Him. I feel like whenever I pray all I do is ask for things and blessings and forget to thank Him for all of the wonderful things He gives me… I need to be better about that.

      There isn’t anything that has happened in my life that I would take back if I ever got the chance. All of my trials have made me a better person. And, as hard as it is for me to admit it….. Provo has been a great place for me to grow as an Adult. I have made many wonderful friends and memories here.

     

         I am so blessed to be born in to a family where the truths of this world are taught. To always have such incredible examples of righteous members of this church. I am so Grateful for the Light that helps me find my way through this life. There is no way I would ever be able to make it through this life without it. I am so Blessed to have a Father in Heaven that loves me enough to send his Son, so that I would be able to return to live with him some day. I love the way that reading about the Savior makes me feel. His, is the Greatest example of love. I wish that I could love everyone the way that the Savior does. He is the coolest person I know.  I am so excited to be able to apply President Uchtdorfs words, ‘Stop it.’ And Love and not think hurtful things about people. I don’t know what they have been through and I don’t know how they may be struggling. 'Let he who is without sin be the one to cast the first stone.'--Some of the greatest words of wisdom.

        I Love General Conference, it always brings me new insight about how I can better my relationship with my Savior and with others. They are truly Apostles of our Heavenly Father; I know that everything they speak about truly comes from God to make our lives better. They are such smart and amazing men. There are no better examples of upholding the Priesthood.

        I have always been so incredibly blessed. I have always had 2 wonderfully smart, hard working parents, a family that has always been so incredibly close. I have the best older brother and sister-in-law that always take care of me. (And let me eat their food. :-)) Jeremy who has never failed to cheer me up when I have been upset. Jamee has always been my Best friend. She is wonderful and funny and such a beautiful person. My Burrito is the best example to me of strength and an incredibly tender heart. They are the craziest bunch of animals but, they are...My CIRCUS.

     Our life here is so fragile.. I want to be able to live so that when my Father needs me I will be ready and not regret the way that I lived my life.  I know that if I do things right, when it is my time to go back, if that is while I am young or old, I know that my family will be blessed and taken care of. That knowledge brings me so much comfort.

        I am so excited for the adventure that Jamee and I are going to have this summer together!! I love her so much and I can’t wait to show her the ropes of a starving College student… and how to Love every second of those, couch cushion searches for quarters because you’re on your last pair of underwear, days. She will love it.

                                                                       Stay strong,

                  Charley.