Team Building.. With a beat (:

Teams can be great.. And teams can really suck! I've found that if you can hand pick your team they are better. But it's not how life works. It's always the people that don't have to be involved in the team that get to pick it. Or the people that get to pick the teams don't really know what the people they are choosing are really like.. But I guess it makes up learn to work with different personalities.

Tonight I was watching TV with my dad and the movie Drum Line came on. I don't know if you have seen it, but it describes the stages of team building perfectly! Devin has the talent but he likes the sound of his own drum over the sound of the line. They go through the forming in different ways. Some like Devin are recruited. Others are trying there hardest just to be there. They are one band, but in tryouts they work in sections, then together. Work small to get big. Devin and his section leader butt-heads. Devin wants to lead to her himself, and the section leader wants what's best for the band. Buuuuuuuut.. He has is out for Devin.
 

The storming process it pretty much them just fight it out on their drums. All sorts of things happen. Solos are taken, challenges are made, and some people even got kicked off the band.

The norming all starts when Devin goes to see his section leader. They let all of their feelings out about each other and even have a little drum battle. In the end his section leader finally say the thing he has been fighting the entire time. "You are the best Devin." But that doesn't matter when you can't use your talents correctly. And in the moment they both knew that they needed each other. 

Preforming starts right after this. They get involved with all of the band to make a kick ass piece for the classic. They try to beat there classless rivals *cough cough sough summit* in the finally. They work by the motto "One band, One sound." Which I think can be used in many different groups.

not a goal.. but a home run!

GOOOOOOOOOAL! .. No thank you. I'm in it for a home run! Softball is my passion. This coming September I plan to try out for the Weber State Softball Team! I think it would be good for me. Get to travel, make me work hard on my grades and the sport. I will get to meet new people. Maybe even get some of my school paid for! I know it's going to be a lot of work, but I like the challenge. Softball is one of those things for me that washes away all the worries. I could be in that red dirt and green grass all day. It makes me happy. I learned a lot of the stuff I know on my own.. I don't really know how, it just kinda happened naturally.

I hate talking about myself..

I'm a pretty simple kinda gal. There is nothing super extraordinary about me. I am the baby of a yours, mine, and ours family. I'm a country gal. I would rather be on the back of a horse on the top of a mountain than anywhere else. I would rather be on a four-wheeler covered in mud than shopping. Ever sense I was little I didn't care about what I was wearing, I just wanted to be outside.

  I am an odd creature. I over think things way too much. I don't talk to many people, so they have a tendency to think that I am a this or I'm a that.. But it's never really bothered me. My mom has always told me to know my truth, and that I do. A lot of the people I do talk to I put up a wall with, because I get hurt a lot. So it's easier to just keep them out. I don't really know when I started doing that. Because when I was little I was a social butterfly. I use to sing all the time, to anyone who would listen. But now the only people that ever hear it is my parents. Speaking of them, they are my best friends. My family members are some of  the only people I feel 110% myself around.
 

A few years ago I did the worst thing you could ever do.. I fell in love. Now I know what you're thinking "just another teenage girl story." I promise it's not. His name is Zakarie Cole Andersen. He's my best friend. He is one of the few I can be myself with. He is a lot like me. We go out fishing, hunting, and hiking. Those are our dates. He's a Marine. So he's gone a lot.. It's hard because it's like being in a relationship with yourself. And I love him to the ends of this earth.. But who knows if he will still feel the same when he comes home. Or if he will come home.. See, there is the over thinking thing.. OUGH. But gosh do I love that man. Because of this a lot of things have changed in my life. A lot of plans. When he come home from Afghanistan I will probably be moving to California for a little over a year, tell he gets out of the corps. Along with many other things.

 
     My hubby at work!! <3

 I love to take and edit pictures!
I don't know what got me into it, but it's what I love to do. My other obsession is tattoos. Zak is covered in them .. I think some of them are kinda dumb.. ha but it's because they have no meaning behind them.. But whatever makes him happy(: To each his own. All the ones I get will be something close to my heart. First will be a flower arrangement with all of my families birth flower.  The next will be a manorial piece to my best friend that past away..

He was camping with his brother, who is a marine home on leave. And looked up to his brother so much, he wanted to be a marine too. He was showing him some marine tactics with a hand gun. There wasn't suppose to be a round in the chamber.. But there was. He was shot on the head.. We use to talk on the phone for hours.. and he called me a hour before he was shot. I woke up and had voice mail from him. He said" I'm sorry I missed you hun, but good night. Sweet dreams, I love you."  Then I smiled and deleted it can called him back, but there was no answer. Then later I got the news. I would do anything to just have answered.. Or to just keep that voice mail! For a long long time I had some really bad depression issues.. I'm better now, but nothing breaks my heart more. But I tell myself that the last thing he ever said to me what I love you.. And I know it's true.

Rest in peace CamBam <3

Strengths Finder Test:
Adaptability
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Consistency
 Empathy