New Parking Tag...A

Today I got to get my new parking tag for my new job. I am going to be teaching at ASU in the nursing department. I will be teaching in the clinical setting. I take students to the hospital and teach them how to do stuff on real people. My parking tag is for the primo parking. It's teacher parking. Ever since I could drive I have thought about parking in teacher parking. I was always too scared. In high school we knew when the ticket givers were coming around, but still I couldn't do it. Today, I parked in teacher parking. So weird. It was legal, but I still felt rebellious. Getting a master's degree has major benefits.

Been There and it Hurts

Two of my best friends are going through what I went through 2 years ago when my friend James died. He died of a drug overdose. He was into things he shouldn't have been and he knew it. It hurt even more knowing that his death could have been avoided. He is like a little brother to me. I took him under my wing and tried to help him. He was funny, smart, and fun to be around. He followed the wrong crowd and got into drinking and drugs. I couldn't stop him. He couldn't stop himself.

When I found out he died, my family and I were in the car on the way to Houston for my brother's wedding. I remember the person told me, "Sarah, I have some bad news..." I was so mad at the whole situation. I was supposed to be happy and supportive for my for my brother, but I was sad and hurt about James. James took some pills, a bad combination, and woke up in the morning and watched TV with his dad for a few minutes. He said he didn't feel good and went back to bed. Next thing you know, he's dead in his bed. It wasn't fair at all. I miss him alot.

I know that God intends for good things to come of all situations. This situation, to me, had nothing good that could come of it. God showed it to me this week. My 2 best friends lost their good friend to a similar situation. I was able to talk with them about their feelings and understand how they were feeling. I got to give them advice and just be with them.

I know they are in heaven, probably hanging out together.

25 and Ready

This weekend I went to 2 weddings. They were both on Saturday. One in the morning and one in the evening. They were beautiful, the brides were happy, the setups were perfect. The evening wedding was a big Rowena wedding. If you've never been to one of these, it's an event. They have the ceremony in St. Joseph's church and then hurry over to the parish hall for the party. They had lights, flowers, fountains, toille, and margaritas and KEGS. After the first hour, they had to bring in another keg. Not because people were drinking fast, but because there were 500 people there. After the dinner and cake cutting the DJ said, "Everybody get ready for the wedding march!" Everyone gets so excited, grabs their partner, and runs and gets in line. I asked someone about it and they said "it's a guy/girl thing" Well, I'm out. About 20 people were NOT in the wedding march. Me being one of them. They go round and round and end up in a circle around the bride and groom and that's how the dance starts. You have to see it, to believe it. It's crazy. I realized at this wedding that it's my turn now. It's my turn to find a man, fall in love and get married. I feel like I deserve it. I feel like there is a guy out there who deserves me...ha. I am a catch. I want to go to a wedding and do the wedding march with my partner. I want to always have a partner and not just sit in a chair at a table watching everyone else laughing with their partner. I want someone to be at home when I get home to hear about my day. It doesn't help that I am sitting and watching a wedding show right now. Don't get me wrong, I love my life right now, but I am ready for the next step. I am ready. It's time to have a partner for the wedding march.