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Life Has Many, Many Teachers

Everything I have been taught through the years by all the people that've come and gone from my life have made me who I am today but I owe big thanks to everyone for everything they've taught me...the good and the bad.
Thank you, thank you, thank you to.....

Erin for teaching me to get right back on the horse when I fall off.

My brother (step brother actually) David for teaching me what it was like to have a real brother.

Jerm for teaching me, patience, how to bite my tongue and keep my mouth shut and that crying gets you nowhere.

My Mom for teaching me to "kill 'em with kindness" and to suck it up.

My stepdad for teaching me what a dad should be.


My Mamma for teaching me that I deserved to be loved no matter what color my hair was or how many holes I had in my clothes or ears.


My Nana for teaching to kinda crochet.

Daniella for teaching me to round my lips with lipliner instead of makin' them all pointy.

Cosmopolitan magazine for teaching me how to put on makeup....sorta.

My dad for teaching me that lying just ain't worth it...you always get caught in the end.

My sophomore year english lit teacher that taught me how to work my ass off to get what I want.....even if you are the only one that thinks you can do it.

Brandy for teaching me that I'm not a bad mom for wanting to throw my kids in the trash sometimes and that I am totally computer retarded.

A certain teacher that taught me flirting will get you abosolutely EVERYTHING.

Chewy for teaching me that a little bit of crazy is ok.

My boy for teaching me a love I didn't know existed.

My girl for teaching me how to selectively ignore things.

Dr. Slaughter for teaching me that honesty isn't always the best policy.

Guy for teaching me that a girlfriend always comes before a GIRL friend.

Karen for teaching me that home is always home no matter how much you were ready to leave.

The fat girl in a bikini in Panama City for teaching how to do a beer bong. I love you fat bikini girl, I wish were we friends.

Trachelle at the courthouse for teaching me that you don't have to be in a rush no matter how much everyone else around you wants you to be.

Easyrider magazine for teaching me at a very young age the awesomeness of boobs and if you show em' people will love 'em no matter how saggy they are.

A boy named Chomas for teaching me what it's like to kiss a total stranger that you have NOTHING in common with.

Some kid in middle school that taught me how to speak gibberish. That shit was awesome fun.

Erika for trying to teach me to drive a stick shift for the first time.

All the people I know that do drugs for teaching me that I have no desire whatsoever to do drugs.

An ex-boyfriend that taught me if a girl tries to fight a man like a man would, she's gonna get hit back just like a man would.

The two weird girls from my Sophmore year that taught me no matter how weird you are, there's always someone out there that is just as weird.

Gianni for teaching me that just because you call someone your boyfriend, you don't have to be screwing them. Because of him, I can count the number of people I've um...."been with" on one hand.

Jay and Allison for teaching me that true friends will drop anything, even if it's a pitcher of beer that was just brought to the table, to come and help you out when you really need it.

Really, I could probably go on and on with this stuff if I thought about it long enough, but I gotta get back to life here and now!

To all my teachers, I love you all even if you what you taught me sucked. You've made me who I am today and I'm pretty awesome. Thank you.

Comments

Anonymous said…
This is awesome! I posted a blog just like this last year on MySpace... It's always great when you have people in your life that mean this much. Good stuff, girl! :)
Anonymous said…
And don't forget your other step brother, me, for teaching you how lazy a person can really be.

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