Living with him...

Being part of the "V" household was absolutely crazy at times. I think we all had times where we wanted to rip each others heads off. It wasn't always easy but most of us made it out alive. I 100% adore Rodney's mother and father. His sisters, we get along more times than not and Alex, me and Alex always got along really.. besides that one time he smashed my phone into a brick wall. ANYWAYS. I had some really good times living there.

My first and only prom, the same night I lost my virginity. (I figured I can tell you guys that) I wore a ugly olive color dress that my mom and grandma picked out, but I had so much fun. Being with Rodney always gives me butterflies. It was a Disney themed prom. So it was kind of lame. I'll just say the after party was fun. After everything died down at Frieda's Rodney and I went back roading for hours. By the end of the night we were stumbling in the door, drunk as a skunk, ready to hit the hay.

Being there is also where I first got close with Cole & Kymmy, and that's where we found out my Godson was going to be born. When I say we got close, I mean we got close. They would drive out in the middle of nowhere almost every single day and we would always be doing something. We went to the creek a lot. We played hide n seek in the dark with out cars. We always had a good time with whatever we were doing.

I had the honor to meet my best friend while living there & to be honest I did not like her at first, but we got to know each other and became rather close. She was pregnant with my now 2 year old nephew, Easton. I remember going over to her nannies with her and picking out Easton's name like it was yesterday and sitting in the dark and cold at my house because we had no electric or heat.

Eventually Rodney and I moved into a camper and that's when more of my life started to go downhill. For some ungodly reason i just started going to school less and less each week. Why? Because i didn't want to. I mean my friend Kimmy was coming out to the house, a 30 minute drive, and trying to get me to go to school. My teacher, Ms. Shaffer would call me over and over every morning to try to wake me up. Heck, my principal even came out to the house several times trying to get me to go. I just wouldn't. I wish I did though.. I was forced to drop out and that's when the real adventure began.

Signing off.