My dad and I in 2008 at my high school graduation. My hair was soooo blonde!
Happy 50th birthday to my dad, Ron Chriswell, today!
I love you dad and hope you had the best birthday!
My dad is an INCREDIBLE painter. He paints with watercolors. This is a painting of his parents (my grandparents).
A painting of me when I was a little girl.
An unfinished work by my dad. I wish he would start painting again!
A painting of my grandfather.
Another work by my dad.
A painting and poem of my mom and me when I was a baby.
I wish I had a better camera or could show you these paintings in person. The detail is breathtaking and these basic pictures of my father's paintings don't do them full justice. He really is an amazing artist.
I just had to show off my dad's paintings. I love them. He has done paintings for offices and exhibits. He stopped painting many years back, but I wish he would keep painting because he has a gift! He's also a fantastic writer. I love him and am thankful for everything he does for me. I can't believe he's 50... haha I feel old... j/k! Happy birthday dad.
So today's post is going to be a little random and a mixture of everything (if you couldn't already tell)!
Imma start off with a topic discussed frequently (too frequently). You guessed it: boys. I am so done posting anything to do with them/love for a while after this, I promise! I'm just fired up tonight and confused. I don't think I'll ever get boys. So recently I started talking with a boy and we hung out once. He was just like all of the rest, if not worse. And I'm not going to even talk about it. He reads my blog apparently and texted me that he didn't want to be just another story on here. Well he isn't a story worth telling so his wish has come true. I'm not going to waste my time on wasted time. He just reaffirmed that guys are all the same. I hope he reads this, quite honestly.
I e-mailed one of my good friends who is on a mission. We stay in touch every week. He comes back soon. We're just friends and it's all we ever have or will be. I tell him everything basically. So I discussed my frustration with guys and the boy in the previous paragraph. Well my friend wrote back and his answer made me mad! I'm so upset with what he said that I'm considering not writing him back. Seriously! He said that I should get used to it. He said to put it bluntly (his words) that all guys are like that. They are rude, shallow, and only care about appearance and looks. They are selfish and that's all they ever have been or will be. SERIOUSLY?! I sure hope that isn't true. Boys just confuse me to the point of not even knowing how to express my thoughts and confusion in words. Am I the only one who thinks what my friend told me is thoughtless?
I love love love those pictures! Just saying...
Well I am sick and not feeling great so this is going to be short. I am just going to end by expressing my love and appreciation for my dear roommates and friends Rian and Hannah. These girls listen to me and get me. We get each other and literally get each other through hard times and frustrating guys. I love them and our tea chats, Jersey Thursdays, and late night Grey's-a-thons. And I love my sisters McHale and Jordan. McHale is also my roommate. Jordan practically is. She's in high school but stays here a lot.
Rian, me, Hannah, and McHale