why oh why

So it was inevitable that I would some day write about my sister Megan. I have two sisters, but she is the one that I am closest with and she is also the one sister than can break my heart over and over again, or make so mad to the point that I want to punch her in the face, or I could just give her a big hug and tell her that I will always be there for her.

Let me start back a few years...I am three years older than she is and is high school we did not get along. She was what you call a "trouble" child. And oh boy was she. She was running away from home, skipping school, making up huge lies bout the family, and stealing money and cigarettes from her family.

It wasn't until I moved out that I even thought about hanging out with. I would definitely say that I missed, which was a huge shock to me. The longer that I wasn't home the more I missed her and the more that I hung out with her. We were actually doing stuff like normal sisters would...she was becoming my friend.

About three years ago this October she was in a horrible car accident...I will never forget this. She was on the way to our parents with two of her friends because I was having one of those stupid jewelry parties. My mom and I though it was weird that she wasn't there, so we called her phone several times, left a few messages, and that was that. We thought that she choose to hang out with her friends instead of coming to the party. At about 8:30 that night we got a call....Megan was in a car accident....no we can't tell you how serious it is right now...she was brought to regions...the other two girls were airlifted to regions. Were left there standing, unable to breathe. When we got there, it was worse than we thought. One of the girls passed away. The other on life support, and Megan, oh Megan, she was life support too. She couldn't hear us. Though we knew she could, she could hear us telling her we love, feel us kissing her swollen hands and face. She knew we were crying for her to survive, praying to god not to take her out of lives yet. We hadn't had enough her yet, the world hasn't seen the true effect that she will have it. We cried four hours, days, and yes weeks. She went through a few surgeries that night, then a few more, and a few more when she finally come off life support. That took weeks. I have never prayed so hard in my life. I have never cried so hard in my life. I have never felt so guilty in my whole life, like it was my fault that she was in the car accident, if only I hadn't had that stupid party. She wouldn't be here. I kissed that swollen face of hers so many times i lost count. I was there everyday until she finally woke up. Even after she woke, they take her off the ventilator, she couldn't breathe on her own, what did this mean, all those numbers.
She was in the hospital until a little before Thanksgiving. She had gone through at least 6 surgeries. She broke her sternum, had internal organs all looked at, her was broken in several spots, her hip bone popped back in to place, a burn on her leg, a graft put over that burn, a hone put in her knee to keep that hip bone in place, but she is alive.

Now almost three years later she her, and still a pain in my ass, but I love it. I couldn't image life without all that drama that she brings. I just want her to know that she is a beautiful person, inside and out, and we all love her so much, no matter what she does. She can do anything that she wants and deserves to be treated with all the love and respect that she deserves. I just want her to realize that she does deserve all the love and respect. I want her to focus on her and not boys that don't treat her with respect. I want her to realize that she is going to be somebody some day.

I love you Megan!!!

Wrongfully Acussed

So in my relationship with Brad I have always been the one who is the so called "spender" and he was known as the "saver". And along the way I have also gotten the title of "nagging wife". I don't like either one of these titles, especially the second one, because I am not a nag! Well, sometime last week, Brad and I were on way somewhere and it dawned on me that...Hey he spends alot of money, maybe more than me. So I say "hunny, why did i get the title as a spender and you a saver when you spend more than me?" His response" HAHAHAHA...beats me, you may go out shopping more than me, but when I shop or buy something it is usually a big chunk of money" I did not find this funny at all. I then respond" and why did I get the title as a nagging wife?" " We usually discuss a time together to both be at home so we can do whatever and you aren't there, so i give you like ten minutes, and if you haven't shown up I call" Brad: HAHAHAHA Me: That's not funny. It is you fault I seem like a nagging wife and the spender of the relationship. I DON'T LIKE IT!!!! Brad: HAHAHA. It is my fault...that is awesome!! Rachel: GRRRRRR!
So for whoever reads this blog, please, please, share with your friends that I am the saver, he is the spender and I am NOT the nag...it actually is his fault this time :)

Here I am

So finally I am going to tell you a little about my life. I thought that it was about time! I live out in the country in Spring Valley. I love it. No nosey neighbors or rules to live by, just my own. Now I don't just live by myself, I got married last June to the best guy in the world. He was probably the only one to put up with crap :) We've been together five years and it still feels like yesterday we just got married. His name is Brad and he is all mine. Now i should also mention that I put up with his crap as well. But I wouldn't change a thing about us!



I also love my family so much. They are all so very important. I can't go that long without stopping in or calling just to see how they are. They are the reason why I am who I am today and where I am today. I love going to the cabin with all of them! I feel like my mom is one of my best friends and I am a daddys girls, as wierd as that sounds. I have a little brother Max, who is 11, a younger sister Megan, who is 19, and an older sister who is 24.

This is my mom, dad, max, and me when I graduated!

This is my dad and me on my wedding!

And finnaly last but by no means not last. My friends or as I like to call them my adopted family. We have all been friends since highschool and vowed not lose touch like so many others, so every monday night we get together and hang out, doing whatever our little hearts desire! Now these are the kind of friends that would drop anything and be by your side in a matter of minutes if you needed them. You can't find real friends like that anymore. So here is a few photos of us. Enjoy!!


Evil Staplers

So when I started my new job, there was this stapler already on my desk. Cool right. Oh No! It would only work when it wanted to, never when I needed it to. So finally after three weeks of listening to me pound on this evil stapler, my co-worker went and replaced mine with the one in the workroom. Now this is a wonderful stapler (so far) and I love it.

Just today I went in to the workroom to make copies for the clinic and I saw that evil stapler and it was the only one on the counter, so I used... BIG mistake...it finally got the best of me. It stabbed me, not the other way around, you heard me, it stabbed me. I couldn't believe it. That darn stapler. I shall walk back to my desk next time I need to use a stapler!