GrOwin Up Me!!!

     Most kids inspire to be a firefighter or a businessman, an airplane pilot or a doctor. Me??? .. I wanted a giant farm. The kind where each and every inch was cover  with some type of fur or scale. Every x-mas i asked for another animal. And every x-mas i got one too. lol There were the geese, goats, rabbits, a mutt, horses, birds, lizards and everything i ever asked for.... except a pot belly pig. Seven years of begging, making creative posters, and countless letters for my mom to "Deliver" to santa. I knew exactly how to make my parents feel bad enough to get me the latest and greatest specimen.  Its all in the smile. lol ...But i never got a pig.  Countless clubs and animal saving strategies consumed my life. I keep finding letters and books filled full of notes to myself- One reads:----  Today i saw a woodpecker on the side of the road. Why was the poor woodpecker abandoned on the side of the road. Because he was trying to build his home and made a hole in some humans home, so they shot and wounded him. I knew the promise i made to A.R.K. (My club aka Animal Rescue Kids) but was not able to stop and help the bird because my dad would not stop.----
Seriously... who does this? I would only have been seven or so... PIctures speak loud so heres a couple of the A.D.D. child i was. Pay close attention to the one with my horse. I thought i was being so creative with my disposable camera! Sometimes i wish i could go back to those simple carefree days.

A cAse of the Crazy Blues!!!

      Have you ever had one of those moments.. you know the kind of moment you stand there by yourself in a room full of warm bodies and it feels like to world is frozen for a couple mins? Each breath that fills your lungs becomes longer and harder to do. Well those moments have become very common in my awesome life, i call them- The Crazy Blues.- Good and bad they never seem to leave. ha ha. Let me paint the picture... My brother and I always go for a late night drink with our friends.  As usual we head to maverick, i get my drink, and we leave. But last night i stop and look around for mike.  I see him by the fruit juices---so typical--- and head over to him.  I run right into a man with my nachos. The cheese covers his sleeve but he keeps walkin like it never happened. Distraught, i wasn't thinkin straight and yelled so loud across the store... Cupcake are ya ready?.... Cupcake we'll meet ya in the car. . Mike turns around and looks at me like im an idiot. The whole store was silent and staring at me. What i know as a common nickname of mikes ended up making me look like an incredibly idiotic kid with turrets. What a night.  All within ten minutes i spilt my nachos and got smacked in the face with the good ol crazy blues. OH the fun of bein alive!!!

Hometown Appeal

I grew up in the small town rural. Population... who knows no one cares. A simple enchanting lifestyle full of summer nights and chugging tractors. More cows and horses travel main then cars and trucks. the life and home of the re-occuring farmer and occasional city slicker.  I grew up with two older rambonctious brothers always willing to dare me to jump, then giving me the first arm shattering shove. The two partners in crime.. a joined effort in laughter, love, and protective brotherhood. Then came me,  the hyper one with plenty of drama and the annoying title to follow. Sprinkle a little bit of Middle Child Syndrome and a gallon of A. D. D and i was set to fly. Following me came a sweet little sister, mind you the only girl in a family of five boys, and another little brother to join the band of trouble. Our parents lived the typical life. Wrestler marries the gorgeous cheer leader and love each other with more then enough to go around. They took us to church, gave us space to run free, and plenty of chores on the farm to build us country boys. It was a life all amazing and still tends to be.

Its All About mE.

When life gives you lemons, make lemonade. Thats what they all say.... but what if life drenches you with lemon meringue and a sack full of cherry pits??? The bitter and the sweet. Then what? My name's Brandon aka pills burry dough boy, nini-momma, clara, and kitty killer. Don't ask ill tell ya soon enough. Im a country boy tryin to live it up in the small utah town. I found long ago that life... wasn't perfectly named, and that we should of called it... hold on for all ya got - or watch out a piece of dog s**t.  Well you get the picture. lol No im just teasin. Life is good or so it seemed. But when a series of what i call unfortunate and disarranged events occurred, i thought  little of this so called incredible life. So i decided to head out and take life on full-core with a Mt. Dew and Snickers by my side. And along with it came things that would change my life forever. I decided to change my perspective instead. To look at life in new way, the happy way, A more simple--- glass full type approach... Then sit back and see where it would take me. So here's to the events in MY LIFe!!! A Complicated,,,Drastic,,, High-paced,,, Incredible,,, Happy .... LIFE!!!