Life.

Right now.

I couldn't be more grateful for that little thing we call {LIFE}.

Yesterday, I had an eyeopening experience. I still feel a little shaken.
I want to tell the whole world. But as you know, I'm a little girl. And I can't do all things. But. I will do what I can. Because well. You never know.

For whatever reason I get teary when I talk about this. Even though, it just happened yesterday, it has yet to leave an eye dry by the end of my story.

Some background information.

• Every day I pick up some girls from my neighborhood from their school.
• I pick them up at exactly 3.
• I try to get there at around 2:45.
• Their school is about 15 away from mine.
• On Mondays my school has "early out" and is let out at 1:15.
• I was planning on staying after school to talk to teachers.
• I was then going to go to Wal-Mart after talking to my teachers to get a few things.
• I would then be on the road around 2:30. 

During lunch, my heart started to pound, and I had the most overwhelming feeling telling me it was time to go home. I tried to ignore the thought of going home, but I couldn't. At all. I wasn't trying to get out of class. My next class was Honors English. I adore that class! I simply felt that I should go home right then and there. Confused I drove home. As soon as I closed my car door my mom opened the house door and said: "I was worried about you." I wasn't planning on telling her that I had a feeling to come home, because I thought she would send me back to school with a little pat on the bum. Not really, but you get what I'm saying...  As soon as she said she was worried about me, I knew this was no coincidence. We sat there at talked until school was nearly out. Still having no explanation I drove to school with two minutes left, just in case somebody needed a ride home. A friend of mine did need a ride home, resulting in me completely forgetting to talk to my teachers and the need to go to Wal-Mart. My day went on as planned. I picked up the girls. Did some homework. Watched T.V. Everything, normal.
Later that night... I received this text: Today, this girl named Janelle R. was in a HUGE car accident outside of our high school. She has a broken pelvis in four spots, her bladder exploded, her skull is cracked, her brain has two blood clots, she is having problems with her kidney, and is in a coma. PLEASE keep Janelle in your prayers.
 The crash was at 2:30.
Right after reading that text that feeling overcame me again. And I KNEW why I had been directed to not go to fourth period.

I would have been a part of that accident. 


Words cannot describe how my heart aches and rejoices at the same time.

Just be grateful for life.

Love. Unconditionally.

Break the rules. For the right cause.

Forgive. Extremely fast.

Kiss. The right person.

Laugh. Until you cry.

Cry. Because you are happy.

Believe. Everything happens for a reason.

Travel. Often.

Eat. Every last bite.

Stop. Judging yourself to others.

Dream. Big.

Never. Give up.

Be true. To who you are.

Tell. Stories of hope.

Spend time. With the people who make you feel like a million bucks.

Make. People feel like a million bucks.

Create. Things you love.

Smile. When the going gets rough.

Every moment counts. 

I love my life.

I hope you love the one you are living.

Peace.

-Sam

T-Swift.

Listen to this song, but before you do, go to this website.

Then you know how I feel.

And that's about it.

Darn Taylor Swift.

In this moment.

Right now I am painting my toenails.

Guess the color.

The person to comment and get it right I'll give you two bucks (if you live close), and I'll write a whole paragraph about you. (No promises it will be nice...Just kidding. I'm a nice person, even if you aren't..)

So there you go.

This weekend has been one that I will remember forever. Not to rub it in your face or anything, but, mine was better than yours. Unless your dead goldfish came back to life last weekend, but if not, mine was definitely better.

Friday. Seriously, anything could happen on Friday and it would still be a good day.

I could have a zit, break my big toe, and have a overly obese man sneeze on me, and Friday would still be a good day.

According to Rebecca Black, Friday is the day after Thursday, the day before Saturday, which comes before Sunday. We also have to wake up at seven, eat cereal, run downstairs, almost miss the bus, and ride in a convertible with a 14 year old driver.

Now doesn't that sound like fun?!

Anyways.. Friday, I went to school. Like every other weekday, I walked from one class to another with a bag on my back weighing more than an overweight cat, see people in the hall and pretend to be happy to see them (kidding), and resist the urge to punch my teachers in the face. Don't get me wrong, the social aspect of school is fantastic. But other than that, and my honors English class, school is just a place for parents to get rid of us for approximately eight hours. After school on Friday, I think I took a nap, I never know when I take naps or not. All I know is that I take naps on a regular basis. And they are awesome. After a nap that I may or may not have taken, I had the best night ever. Myself, and five other friends, went up to the canyon and watched a scary movie on this tiny 9x5 portable DVD player. I almost peed my pants about a billion times. I'm a weenie when it comes to scary things. Okay? I can't really go into specifics but it sure was a darn good time. We had a campfire, and decided we didn't need it. So we put it out. But randomly during the movie, it would start up again. And my "date" (I'm not sure if I would call it a date, but it was just like a date, and he was the one I would hold onto during the scary parts, aka the whole movie.) was the only one brave enough to go outside by themselves and put it out. So here's a shout out to you! Way to be brave.

Ps. It's so hot in my room, and I'm too lazy to go turn on the fan. AND. My phone just died. boo.

Saturday. I was asked to homecoming. That was fun. And totally NOT predictable AT ALL....haha...

He filled up probably like 50-100 little water balloons (with air) and put a piece of paper in all of them. So I popped the first one thinking that it was a clue, puzzle, or his name. But SURPRISE there was nothing on the first one. Laughing to myself, I popped the next one. Surprise again. There was nothing on the paper. There was a reoccurring theme.

I don't think I've been more frustrated in my life. So.

I looked in my closet, and there was THREE big balloons, with a note in one of them. And whoop-dee-doo, it was in there. I spent almost an hour popping little balloons, when all I had to do is look in the closet. Oh the irony. Don't people mostly hide in the closet, but it is the last place most people look? Ugh.

I got him back though, don't worry.

Then I went to a pool party and threatened a girl I was going to punch her in the face. But I was "kidding". Of course. I would never punch anyone.....

Lets skip Sunday. Other than church, naps, and my father making jelly nothing happened.

(Yes, my father does do the "motherly" things in my family, like... baking bread, canning tomatoes, gardening, and making jelly. But don't worry, he likes my mother. Obviously, how else would I be here? Ew.)

Monday. I spent my ENTIRE day responding to my homecoming askee. And it was so worth it.

I got 238 Easter eggs. Yes, 238. 238 people! Filled them up with candy and little phrases such as:

Try again. Hi. Eagle Powers. Go BYU!! (he LOVES LOVES LOVES U of U) Your mom. Tip-toe through the tulips. Booyah. Mr. Carillo. (my personal favorite) Leprechauns love pancakes. I only believe in science. I caught you a tasty bass.

And many many others.

And none of the eggs said yes or no.

So he looked through 238 eggs, and found... NOTHING! woohoo! It's what he did to me, but worse! Eat that. The answer was on a creepy little stuffed bunny in his freezer.

It was soooo hard to find a stuffed bunny. They had stuffed porcupines, and alligators, but nofreakin bunny? Crazy people who create stuffed animals.

So that concludes my Labor day weekend.

Told you it was awesome.

Booyah!-

Farskey.

Don't Cry.

This is for me. Not for you. Not for your Grandma. Not for your cute little puppy named Spot.

Me. Samantha Jean.

The girl with blonde hair, stands at 5'9", thinks about one to many things within one minute, and is slowly conquered by one zit at a time.

You may be asking: What is for you Sam?

And boy do I have an answer for you.

My tears.

You know those salty little things resembling rain drops that come out of your glistening eyes?

Ya. Those.

Sometimes these tears come rushing out of your eyes, other times they come out softly and quietly. Strangely enough. I think both are just as harsh and hurtful.

Don't get me wrong. Tears aren't always bad. (Except for the fact that it ruins your carefully applied mascara) Tears can sometimes be after a good cat yawn. Or after you and your friends laugh till you almost pee in your brand new Rock Revival designer jeans. Sometimes, you even cry because you are overwhelmed with happiness.

But none of those "happy" tears are similar to my tears.

My tears are the sad ones, that nobody wants.

Being sad sucks. And that is the only way to put it.

Sucks.

Don't freak out. My whole life isn't just tears and sadness. I'm a happy person that would be over joyed to smile. And I smile. Because I love to smile, ya know, without the braces and all.

Catch you later-

Slamma Jamma.

Motherhood.

Dear mothers,
I applaud you!

On Saturday I was given three little girls under the age of seven to care for.
For four days.
Four days? You may say. That's it?
ohh. Four days is a lot. Four days is a lot with three kids, and having parenthood thrown on you. Now I understand why most people have kids usually one at a time. (Except for the occasional twins, triplets, and from there on, chaos.)
I have always thought that I am quite good with kids. I love them, and usually (not to toot my own horn) they love me. (toot toot).
But. Babysitting for a couple of hours, and actually having kids is really different.
I understand, that these kids aren't really mine, but at the moment I feel like I have the motherhood responsibilities. I also understand that four days compared to a life time is a lot different.

A LOT.


Now, I'm not going to go into details about the drama that has been happening around the house. Because, keep in mind that these children are girls. Girl equal way too much drama for one person to handle. So I would spend way too much time typing. I can though, give you a little taste of my experience.

The middle girl, has to wear her heels everywhere. Heaven help you if you take away her heels.
The youngest fell of the edge of the bathtub and hit her head on the toilet.
They all love junk food. But what kid doesn't?
We made cookies, they ate some of the flour, and enjoyed it. I'm not sure if I am more concerned about the flour or the junk food.
One of them asked for a banana, but with my fear and hatred of bananas I denied her, and distracted her with a more liquid fruit. Orange juice. Sheesh. I'm healthy.
They all love milk. Especially the youngest.
Poopie diapers are never fun.
Eldest children defiantly have a similar trait, they know how to work the system. And yes, being the oldest I am referring to my ability to work the system also.
The youngest fell off the chair.
A little love goes a long way.
Bed time equals rest your brain with mindless television and a quiet house for parents.
The youngest fell off of the bed.
Friends are always welcome to play, as long as they play at their house; dirty houses are hard enough, I don't need another child to add to the mess. Thanks.
The youngest hit herself in the head with a huge bead necklace.
Grandparents are an awesome way to get a little peace. I now understand why I would always go to the G-parent's house when I was wee little.
The youngest fell down the stairs.
The youngest is accident prone.
The oldest loves her mommy and reading. So when mommy records her voice reading a book, she is in pure bliss.
The middle child loves to play doctor, even though it may resemble some sort of horror film.
Crafts are time-wasters from heaven.
There is no such thing as sleeping in, when you have three children. Goodbye waking up at noon...

I have one more day.
Pray. Please.

Thank you mothers(and fathers) for everything.
You are appreciated. A lot. A lot. A lot.

Sweet dreams-
Babysitter.

The Band Perry - If I Die Young

Country. I hate it. HATE it. But this song is such an amazing, great, inspirational song.
I really hope country isn't going to start growing on me. Because if it does, I will probably die.
Most country songs, are about love, tractors, dogs, dead girlfriends, or beer. And it drives me insane. But this song is a song about life, love, and family. Which is everything that counts.
I hope this song does not imply to me though. I plan on dying at the age of 87. In my sleep. Not when I'm young. I have to much things to acomplish in my life.

Living the lifeeee. (:

Today, was great.

Today, was stressful.

Today, was funny.

Today, was awkward.

Today, was sad.

Today, made me mad.

So mad.

Not only am I mad, I feel bad! Soo bad. Things have happened in the past week, that have made me change my mind on a couple of things and people, and it is stressing me out! And stress makes me sad. But it's part of life, and I'll live.

I guess living, can be hard.

Actually, I know that life is hard.

We've always been told that life is hard. We probably have been told this every single day.

100 things.

so I've decided to make a list of 100 things i want to do before i die...

1. make a basketball shot from the half-court line.

2. find a four leaf clover.

3. paint my garage door aqua.

4. read a whole college text book and actually like it.

5. make a collage out of candy wrappers.

6. help somebody that has just lost a love one.

7. sing, and not care about what other people think about my horrible singing.

8. go to the mall of america.

9. attend the Olympics.

10. be fluent in another language.

11. eat haggis from Scotland.

12. spend 24 hours blind.

13. see the northern lights.

14. color my hair purple.

15. jump on a tramp for two hours straight.

16. stay awake all night, one night at girls camp.

17. see a tornado in person.

18. register as an organ donor.

19. have a story published on MLIA.

20. go a year without sugar.

21. crowd surf at a concert.

22. own 20 pairs of toms.

23. pet a tiger.

24. adopt a child.

25. help someone cross the street.

26. read 1,000 books.

27. See 15 midnight showings in a year.

28. fall in love.

29. write a book.

30. see the all 7 great wonders of the world.

31. go to a broadway show.

32. kiss someone on new years, in new york city.

33. play hide-and-seek in IKEA.

34. go to chuck-a-rama, and not vomit afterwards.

35. learn how to ice skate.

36. be able to say "hello" in 50 different languages.

37. ride in a hot air balloon.

38. go and see the Van Gogh Museum in Holland.

39. climb up the statue of liberty.

40. be consistant in yoga.

41. grow orchids.

42. mush a dog sled.

43. become a teacher.

44. have someone buy me a star and name it after me.

45. be an extra in a film.

46. write a book designed for teenagers, and teenagers only.

47. get over my fear of needles (Balenephobia).

48. volunteer at a soup kitchen.

49. meet the current LDS prophet.

50. become and early riser.

51. take up crocheting.

52. learn how to actually jump on a pogo stick.

53. keep bees.

54. take a ride on the polar express.

55. wear a nerdy "napoleon dynamite" wolf and moon shirt to school.

56. achieve my ideal weight.

57. join a club centered around harry potter.

58. buy a ferbie.

59. volunteer at a disaster sight.

60. own a dog named Mr. Carillo.

61. compete in a poetry slam.

62. milk a goat.

63. ride a mechanical bull.

64. start a business.

65. learn how to do the vulcan salute (star trek) with my left hand.

66. stay in a igloo hotel.

67. have a throw down in a ghost town.

68. see a platypus.

69. have twins.

70. leave a 100% tip for someone who deserved it.

71. paint my right hand's fingernails perfectly.

72. doorbell ditch 10 houses in a line, with 10 friends, at the exact same time.

73. solve a Rubik cube.

74. start and participate in a food fight.

75. go on an unplanned road trip.

76. go to a drive in movie.

77. carve my name into a tree.

78. put dish soap in a fountain.

79. come up with my own food recipe, and have it actually taste good.

80. own an original piece of artwork.

81. design shoes.

82. find a long lost relative.

83. learn sign language.

84. find myself a life theme song.

85. break one of my own bones, and get an awesome cast.

86. go a whole week without popping and part of my body (fingers, back, neck, toes ect...).

87. buy a jeep.

88. spend a week alone.

89. go parasailing.

90. learn how to throw a boomerang.

91. steal a "for sale" sign, from someone that I love who is moving away.

92. learn how to french braid hair.

93. go to a mall and not buy anything at all.

94. own a duck.

95. see one of my old elementary school teachers and recognize them..

96. find my long lost friends from my springville elementary school.

97. watch a super scary movie all the way through (without hiding behind pillows, people, ect..).

98. stand under a waterfall.

99. cover my whole driveway in chalk.

100. be 100% satisfied with life.