Cheyenne to Home.

Well our journey has come to an end. I am especially going to miss Wyoming; I love it here. Even though the job fell through this time does not mean we are done. God must have said not yet, so we will wait for when he says go ahead. 

We had another chill day today. We woke up late, got some IHOP for breakfast!!!😎, then strolled through town looking for small nick-nacks to give to our siblings/ family. 

I am happy to know that I am able to live in another state, and miss it so much. That means that eventually we will live somewhere outside of a city. We just have to be patient…😬


Someday πŸ’•

Cheyenne to Nebraska…

All photos by: emily2jane

Because we were only 40min from the border we decided to venture towards Nebraska. 
We stopped at the info building for tourists. Nick wanted a map so we didn’t get lost. The man working there told us of all the hot spots we should checkout while being in the state.

First place was the Oregon wagon trail. It was beautiful up there. That’s where I tried to FaceTime my Mom, but there was no service. 


We walked about 1/4 of a mile and once we reached the gravel we were walking where the travelers had walked. The 2 tall rock formations were what the travelers used to know where they were and where to follow to travel.

My guy not knowing he is posing for the photo…πŸ˜‰

It got nippy once we got in the snow. Of course we decided to leave our jackets in the car…

We went up the road to see the better view…it’s amazing!!

There were man made tunnels in the hillsides


There were man made tunnels in the hillsides!


We’ve had Arby’s in another state!! It was one of the best Arby’s I have been to. 😎

That peak off in a distance is chimney rock. When the wagon trail was real, wagons could circle the top of the formation. Because of weather it has decayed and riddled. Now it’s just a point…


We went closer…😁


Across from the chimney was a cemetery. Families that didn’t make the journey on the trail were buried there. The dates went back into the 1850s.


A couple pretty scenes!! 

It was just a fun day to go on a road trip with Nick! We had a wonderful day 😊 Though in Nebraska there is only one location that has trees…Nick says he needs trees.

We are planning on going to Calvary Chapel Cheyenne. More pictures to come!! 

Love you Mother ❀️😊


Pretty…πŸ’•

-All photos taken by: emily2jane-

Cheyenne.

Cheyenne has been amazing! I had an abrupt but slow morning; my guy left at 7:03am this morning to go for his ride along. He kissed me good bye and I slept until 8:30am. Understand that Wyoming is 1hr ahead. So to me I woke up at 7:30am…

Anyways I needed coffee 😬 and of course I could just drink the stuff provided in our room but I wanted to experience the small cafe shop. Looking at the weather for the day began at 21Β° and by the time I was leaving the hotel it was 26Β°. And it would continue to climb until 2pm.  So I put on 2 layers of pants, a sweater dress, scarf, fingerless gloves, a knitted hat and my inside lining of the snow jacket.

Since my guy is busy, I planned on meandering through town. I got my coffee at the Paramount Cafe. I stopped at a convience store for a book called, ‘Duty and Honor’. And as I wandered down a street, a cop car pulls over and stops next to the sidewalk. I was a bit nervous, wondering what I did wrong. There in the passenger seat sits my love, bright eyed and smiling. I said hi and hello to the fellow officer taking him around. Its nice to see him excited and happy. Please pray for him, his test is Tuesday. God willing he will pass or not pass. But praying always helps.

Some scenery pictures..

This is a house/art studio. The walls and shelves were filled with all types of art!!

This was just a cute home. I love this style of house.


Right outside of the hotel there is an old classic theater. This photo is taken in front of the thrift store( I talk about it later)

As my day continued, I had to wait until 10-11am for the small shops to open. I stopped in a clothing store that looked sweet from the outside, but once inside I discovered this is a new dangerous store. It’s called, ‘Just Dandy”, and everything in there is my style. Thankfully everything is expensive and not in my price range. Except then the lady tells me the clearance section is down stairs. I got a cute, but nice quality shirt for $17. It’s a tank top fringe beaded shirt. 

😳I tried mother…but I did look at prices first before trying on. This store is totally a you store as well…😎 

The lady there told me to check out this other place called, ‘Donna’s Boutique’ its more of a thrift store. It’s really cute and this store is more realistically priced. It reminded me of the old thrift store in Monrovia. Then around the corner was a nit-nack type of store. The lady was really nice and so I bought a coffee mug from her. 

I turned the corner and returned to the hotel. No more exploring for the day. I dropped off my jacket and headed towards the sitting area. I sat and read my book awhile. Then started this post. 

I hope you are enjoying hearing about Cheyenne. If not I’m enjoying writing about it. And this blog is for me and my thoughts!

Again love you mom!! ❀️ I am being good about not buying everything I see 😬

Cheyenne…what to expect…

January 11, 2017 4:00am-1:05pm
At 4:00am this morning I woke to a blaring noise! My alarm. I haven’t set one in so long…because normally I wake when he does. Alas it went off, breaking into my slumber, catapulting me into the cold morning bliss. Amazingly I felt awake. I got up, got dressed, got my phone charger, gathered everything and exited my cozy room. 

5 min later I needed coffee. I am one of those obsessed, irrational coffee drinks. And of course I stood hovering over the pot waiting for it to be done. It took about 8min, but I felt like 30min. Finally it finished!! So paired along with my coffee I had leftover BBQ chicken tenders. 😎

Nick wasn’t totally there…Zzzz he was rocking the standing sleep! He had some coffee but slim pickings of the meat. 

We had everything packed the night before and it all waited prepared and unstressed in the sitting room. 

It seemed too easy getting to the car, traveling to LAX, being processed through security, finally being seated on the plane. I guess my baby is as smooth and well prepared as he says…but I always and will always worry. Just for the backup, backup plan…like plan C…

Flying is like driving with my sister. There was a trip we took and part of the road was very bumpy. And with ever heap she sped up causing my stomach to feel like it was splashing and sloshing in slow motion. Almost like a lava lamp. But other than that it was smooth sailing…or rather flying.

Looking out the window was marvelous! I had never seen those colors in the sky. The range made me want to paint and explore the many shades of blues, purples, and grays.

The bathroom inside the plane was smaller than I expected…

Before experiencing the bathroom, of course,  my baby tells me of how a woman got stuck on the toilet…that totally had me all worried that if I sat funny I was going to be the butt to someone’s joke… But I had nothing to fret. I used it like a normal toilet, however I slightly hovered. Thank you so much to my brother who made me do so many squats! I know sorry…TMI

The landing was smooth and when we entered the Denver airport my stomach started talking; thankfully it was only speaking loud enough for me to hear. The BBQ food was amazing, and our waiter Xavier was great. It’s amazing when you have a great waiter, that they make the food that much better!

Now as we sit at the Denver airport our minds can relax and melt. I think Nick is going to try and get some slight slumber but I hardly expect him to catch any Zzz. The next plane is going to be smaller. Hopefully it’s not too bumpy or I will be wearing my food. 

I am not going to narrate my entire trip. But I feel inspired to write so that’s what I’m doing. 

Love you Mother❀️

Dreamland

I’m just sitting on the couch with my baby and we are doing completely different things. Im trying to stay focused on my phone while he laughs and giggles at the video on his phone. He is on one side and I’m on the other. However my feet have wedged themselves between his legs. His legs are at a angle that makes it difficult for me to go free. 

As I sit here I ponder on when he will ask me that one question that will change everything! That one question I have been dreaming about. πŸ’• “When!?!” 

But alas I sit here, a small distance from him, and I write this post. Sitting and waiting for that question…There as so many things I have to look forward too and so does he 😊 but until both “I dos,” are said, I sit here dreaming and waiting. 

Another Day Comes. Another Day Gone.

This morning as I was driving my younger brother to his hair appointment I had a small but sadly depressing cry. I seem to do that more often lately. I will just be walking, or texting, drawing, and some thought comes to mind and I begin to cry. I am a fickle person.

I’ve noticed I can get depressed easily. I’m not tying to compare my symptoms to anyone; I just sometimes sit and cry about a small memory.

See fickle…I haven’t really wrote about what’s been going on in my life recently, but everything seems the same. I still have the greatest family ever! I finally got back to the job that I was loving, and now I’ve been laid off. I have the most amazing boyfriend ever and I now in the future I will be more to him. We might be moving to Wyoming, at some point in the Spring; I will miss my family, especially my mom the most! Which ties into one of my discoveries today…

As I dropped my brother off, I thought…”Hmm, bowling sounds like fun today!” And then I remembered I have no one to go with. I could ask my siblings but my older brother spends Friday nights at game night. My eldest sister has two kids and she rarely has time to herself if the kiddos are at their dad’s. My next sister plans her days to a T, and she doesn’t like to compromise her plans. My mom is so tired with what’s happening with her parents that I understand when she comes home she just wants to sleep or relax. My younger brother is leaving in a few days and I think he wants to enjoy his computer a while longer before he goes off to meet his girlfriend’s family.

So these thoughts left me with the discovery that I don’t really have anyone else. I had many friends when I was younger and swimming, but recently I’ve been alone. When I was 13 the group of friends I had, tolerated me because I was just as good as them at swimming but I was about 4 years younger. So when they grew up, they grew up together. I just lagged behind hoping to be accepted. But the moment all them turned 19-21 they began drinking and they didn’t want me around to be the sober one. (I did not have my first drink until months after my 21st birthday.)

Mom told me it wasn’t personal, but it was; she said it’s because when people get drunk they don’t want people to be able to remember what they did. That group of friends left me behind; especially as each got married or something special happened I got to see the photos on Facebook.

I had another group of friends and they were my age, but they didn’t think of swimming as a way to succeed in the world. (At the time I was going to be the next Olympian, and I might have if not for getting injured.)

They wanted to chill and swim because they wanted the fun, or the tan, or the body. I was also the only Christian in this group. One friend is an atheist. One says she is a Catholic, which is close, but she does things that make me doubt her faith. One was more of a “mother nature” fan. Its hard to be friends with non believers, it can be tiresome at times. But I kept getting this thought in my mind, “you are being an example of Me in the form of you.” God has an amazing way of being there without being there. So even though the time of being their friends was some of my best days, filled with some hard moments, I felt like I was doing what God wanted. But sadly those friendships have faded. The Catholic is planning on Β moving in with her boyfriend, I am just old fashion I guess. The mother nature one moved away and I haven’t seen her in years. The atheist one is still a strong stubborn one, that she has done so many things that I can’t agree with. I’m not saying I’m perfect, I’ve done or thought about doing things that are sins, but I feel them every day. I know they are there, I’ve repented, but the knowledge and their presence still engulfs me.

They also have told me before I haven’t lived because of my faith. That my faith does need to be in foreground, that I should experience things and live before I grow up. They also have said I make them uncomfortable when they go out, like I am judging them or something. They want me to conform but the thought of them conforming is preposterous.

I have another group of friends, but I am the little sister of their true friend. I feel like I can be me around them, they are Christians. Β But I also feel like anytime I talk with them and they stop listening to my sister, my sister gets sad and feels unwanted. I try to stay away from the group because I don’t want my sister think I am trying to steal her good friends. Also I am about 5-7 years younger.

I really don’t have someone to take out bowling. It’s not even like it’s a big deal. I can just stay home and watch a movie. I just thought it would be a fun thing to do while the boyfriend is out hiking with his guy friends.

So as I drove home from taking my brother I cried and asked God, “Why does no one like me. Why do all my friends leave me.” Which a sad thing is if I leave and move to Wyoming I am only leaving my family behind. I have no friends my age to say good bye to.

I will admit I thought, “What if I go out and party alone. Just go out and be not me for a night.” Drinking and laughter is what I thought. Maybe being not me for a night would be fun. But then in the foreground my faith latched on to me. Swallowing me into a hug of love and encouragement. I can’t not be me; I am who I want to be. Faith, family, and love. So even though my curiosity of a world I have never experienced has me peeking through a keyhole every so often; I still know I have God.

So with my tear stained cheeks I write this. I can be depressed easily, and I think about things I shouldn’t. I am a sinner but I am His child. Depression runs in the lineage of my family so it will be a struggle through my life. But happily God is someone who helps me come back to reality. So cry when you need to cry, hide when you need to hide. But remember there is always someone around for you. You might be like me, a person without friends, but I am not without my family. I might just go walk in the rain then watch a movie tonight.

Sorry if this post was too sad, but writing helps me discover how I feel.

Enjoy your Happy New Year!!

My resolution: Part 1: Be Me 100%. No matter if it turns people away, I can’t be afraid to be me. Part 2: Have this resolution last longer than 2 weeks.

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