My Three Values

There are three things in my life I value. One would be my friends. If I ever do anything to mistreat my friends, I do whatever it takes to make it up to them. There have been times where I would have been in alot of trouble or I have been in a very bad situation, my friends are the first to help me get out. I have been in many arguments, and my friends are the ones who jump in and stand up for me. I am the same way with them. I love all my friends with all my heart and I would be nowhere near the person I am today without them. I have two main best friends that I adore to death, Shae and Jennifer. When Shae and I are together we always bring out the best in each other. Some people don't like being around us when we're together because we are so crazy we seem to get on peoples nerves. We think it's funny though. Jennifer and I are like sisters. We are always there for each other and I would die if I didn't have her. She practically lived with us for about 3 months over the summer, and we became closer than anyone I know. If I ever need someone to talk to about all my problems, or just need a shoulder to cry on she is the first person I would go to. Lately, she has been spending all her time with her new boyfriend, but she is still there when I need her.

The second thing I value would be my parents. Yes, we argue and fight all the time, but what family doesn't? Just because every now and then my parents and I don’t get along doesn’t mean I don’t value them. I would cry for months if I ever lost either one of them. My mom and I are nowhere near as close as my father and me, but I still love her with all my heart. We have had many great times together shopping, watching movies, or just spending time together. We have also had our moments where we spend days angry at other, yelling, and wishing we weren’t related. I wouldn’t trade any of those days for anything though. I believe all those days are what have brought us so close. My father and I are a whole different story. I would do anything for my dad, he is my life. Ever since I have been a little girl I have always been a daddy's girl. He has brought many tears to my eyes by yelling at me, but I know everything he says he is just trying to keep me safe. Ever since I was young, I have always been jealous of my older sister. She has always had straight A's, perfect body, amazingly beautiful, and dad has always adored her. And I have always wished that he would look at me the same way he would look at her, but now that I have started appreciating what he does for me and what he gives to me I have realized that he looks at me the same way. I have just never appreciated what he and my mother have done for me. So now that I am older, I have understood how much they love and how much I value their relationship with me.

The third thing I value is barrel racing. I started barrel racing in May of 2007. I started out pretty rough, but I have progressed very much in the past year. My horses are like children to me. If they are ever hurt I am the first one balling in tears right by their side. I have Bama, Gypsey, and Blaze. I recently just got Bama, and I love her to death. I won 2007 state champion my first year barrel racing. Thanks to trainer, Ron Brier, and my parents. My dad supports me very much. He is always there if I get nervous for a show or just need someone to talk to. Out of all the sports I have done barrel racing would defiantly be my favorite. When I'm running I block out everything and I feel like I’m free. All I’m concentrating on is my horse and me. I feel like I’m floating when I run. It’s so hard to explain the exact feeling that I have. I always get really nervous when I run, but once I get started no one can touch me. If it wasn’t for barrel racing I would have never met any of the friends I have made. They are all there for me before I run, and I can always hear everyone of them in the crowd yelling for me. I hope that I stick with this sport for a long time because it has brought alot to my life, and it has already begun to take over my life.

Christmas

Every year my family celebrates the day Jesus was born. This holiday is called Christmas. Before December 25th, every year for weeks and weeks we spend all of our time buying presents for all of our family and friends. We also spend many hours wrapping the presents to make them all look very pretty. Giving presents to our friends and family shows thanks and love to one another. Christmas is also very exciting for younger children. They all get in the holiday spirit and believe in Santa Clause, and if they aren't good then they get coal for Christmas. I was very upset when I found out Santa Clause wasn't real. But even though he isn't real, I still share the love and joy for Christmas.

After we're prepared and ready for Christmas, on Christmas Eve Aunt Beverly, Uncle Marshall, Josie, Savannah, and Jesse come to our house and hang out together. They come over Christmas Eve because they have to go to other family member's houses on Christmas. We spend the night drinking hot chocolate and sitting by the fire. We also go ahead and exchange our presents with each other. Last year they got me a 5lb chocolate bar. It still sits in my freezer because I haven't finished it yet. After we give each other our presents, we bake cookies, put milk in a cup, and write a note to Santa. Then they go home and we all go to sleep waiting for Christmas to come.

Early on Christmas morning my father, my mother, and I wake up very early and open all of our presents under the beautiful tree my mom decorated. After we have all opened all of our presents, my grandmother comes over and starts cooking. Her and my mother stay in the kitchen all morning getting ready for the wonderful lunch we all have. Around noon the rest of the family shows up. We have about 3 long tables full of people, and a whole kitchen and two table full of food and deserts. With the amount of food we all eat, we at least gain about 10 pounds. After everybody eats, we all have something to do. Either half of us will sit on the couch and watch television, or go outside and ride the four-wheelers, dirt-bikes, and horses. Then sadly the amazing holiday is over, and we have to go back to school.