When You Upload A Post Without A Title

Hey ya’ll, so Christmas was great! All of my dads family came over yesterday at 12 and we had my dads amazing corn en bleu with my favorite dessert raspberry pretzel jello 🙂
We all stayed up till almost 3 in the morning playing games so everyone just decided to sleep over XD
Right now it’s about 10 am and I’m sitting in the kitchen watching my mom make breakfast.
We’re making Belgium waffles and she accidentally quadrupled the recipe XD
We’re also having little smokies and eggs!

I hope you all either had a Merry Christmas or just another good day I guess 🙂

Today we’re going to do something why my grandparents (ish, it’s complicated) and then tonight is the girls night with my mom’s family!
It’s normally just the mom sisters but this year me and my two other cousins were invited. At first one of my aunts threw a fit and called to guilt trip me for AN HOUR about how if we went I would ruin her Christmas. But I refuse to back down, so we’re still going XD
And guess what?! As far as I know I don’t have another doctors appointment for A MONTH. DID YOU HEAR THAT?! AN ENTIRE MONTH!!! GLORY HALLELUJAH IT MUST BE CHRISTMAS! (Hehe)
The doctor now thinks I also have peripheral neuropathy which us basically severe incurable damaged nerves so I meet with a neurologist in February the regular doctor in a month.

I might do a quick what I got for Christmas post if ya’ll are interested.
Love ya’ll and Happy Holidays!
(Yeah I accidentally forgot a title thr first time I uploaded this like 5 seconds ago….)


Blogmas Day 20 & 21: Storytime Part 2

Hey y’all this is the rest of my last blogmas short story! Hope you like it 🙂


December 23rd,  Alex crosses off the small square with a bright red X. He grins widely, slinging a duffel bag across his shoulder. He’d been granted special permission to go see his son be born just in time for Christmas.

“You ready to be a father Alex?” Daniel jokes, slinging his arm over Alex’s shoulder. “Lots of diapers and screaming.”

“Don’t listen to him, you’ll love it.” I roll my eyes. Alex just grins even wider, “I can’t wait to meet him.”

Now I smile too, remembering what it was like when my daughter Andri was born. And then the twins Caleb and Cade.

“Just wait until you have three.” Alex crinkles his nose, “I think I’m good for now.”

“You’re so lucky dude, I wish I could go home. Even for just a few days.” Jack sighs

“You just can’t wait to get back to your new wife, little lovebird.” Jack only shrugs with a sheepish smile.

Alex gives us each a hug before leaving, grin still in place.

“You remember what to do, right?” Daniel is all business now, but when Alex nods, he relaxes.

“Thanks bro, Merry Christmas.”


December 24th, the twins are fighting over who gets to eat the chocolate from the advent calendar.

“But you ate it yesterday!” Caleb exclaims

“I’m older!’ Cade yells. From the other room they sound more like six year olds then thirteen year olds. Typical.

“Cade! It’s Caleb’s turn, now shut up I have to finish this.”

I turn back to my computer at the almost four page email I had compiled to send to dad. It had “letters” from each of us and pictures from the last few months.

I scroll through it once again, making sure that everything is just as it should be when something catches my eye. The boys had written an extra letter.

Hey dad, it’s Caleb and Cade. (Cade says his name should be first, but I’m writing so…) 

We’re doing good, but we miss you. We really want you to come home, but we know you’re busy. I hope you don’t forget us too much.  Mom and Andri miss you alot too. Mom carries your picture with her everywhere and Andri refuses to go to school without your bracelet. 

Everett, you know her boyfriend came over a few days ago, and it was really fun. We all still really like him, did you know they’ve been together for two years?  But that night we heard Andri crying in her room. He told her that he wanted to go into the military, just like you. And she doesn’t want him to leave, she’s afraid he’s going to forget her. But he loves her alot dad, he told us. And he asked us if we could get this letter to you. 

We love you, Merry Christmas dad. 

By the time I’ve finished reading their letter my eyes are wet with tears, but I’m smiling. Below their letter is one definitely written by Everett.

Hey Chris, how’s it going? We all miss you over here, especially  during the holidays. But I have some questions I think you can answer. I want to go into the military. I’ve thought long and hard about it, and I know it’s what I want to do. But then there’s Andri, and I love her, I really do. I don’t want to lose her. But I don’t know what to do. How do you and Mrs. P stay happy while you’re over there? 

I hope I’m not just wasting your time. Merry CHRISmas, get it? 

I laugh, shaking my head at my idiot of a boyfriend. I can’t believe he snuck a letter to my dad inside of the email. In all honesty, I know he won’t forget me. But I know how hard it is to stay together in these kinds of situations. My parents have been doing it since before I was even born. I don’t know what to do.

I miss you daddy, I really need your help. xo Andri 


December 25th, we’re all up at the crack of dawn waiting for letters from our families. I’d read mine a few minutes ago, and the smile had never left my face. Although it’s hard to believe my little girl is already worried about her future with a guy.

I just wish I could be back home with my wife, and my kids. To be able to help ease the tension and share my experience instead of just a few lines. But I chose this, and that’s all I get, so I write.

I love you all s0 much, Merry Christmas. You boys are so sweet to help your sister like that, I’m proud of you. Christine, I love you so much my dear, you have no idea how grateful I am for everything you do while I’m away. Andri and Everett, it’s going to be hard, I’m not going to lie. But if it’s worth it,  you will find a way. I love you both.  -Dad 


Love y’all and hope you liked it! Merry Christmas Eve^2


Is It Okay?

Hey ya’ll. The other night I got to thinking about how many girls believe they aren’t beautiful. And then it hit me, I’m not one of them.

I mean I don’t think I’m gorgeous by any means, but I know I’m not ugly. Physical appearance, really hasn’t ever been a struggle for me. Is that okay? Is it okay to not worry about it, and not be insecure? Or do I just seem cocky and ignorant?

Even when it comes to personality, I’m not very insecure about it. I know I can be bossy and sarcastic, but I know that I try my best to help others. Is that okay? Is it okay to know that while I have my redeeming qualities I’m not worried about all my faults?

Is it okay, to be okay with myself? Is it okay, to love me?

The Girl Dying Without Her Twin

Hey ya’ll. I’m really hoping to get a good post AND a Blogmas post up tomorrow before 2:00.
Because then I get to babysit my little cousins OVERNIGHT until the next afternoon. One’s 8, one’s 5, and one is 17 months so it’s going to be alot of fun!
Today I went to volunteer at the Road Home which is my local homeless shelter. I went with 18 other people from debate team including one of my best friends Bex that I’m sure you’ve heard of.
We went through and organized all of the donations outside in the cold the entire time, but it was actually super fun. My new friend that we’ll call Harper (Like Harper Lee)  and I formed a box building team of just the two of us. And since I was the only one out of the whole group who could work the tape gun I earned the title of Tape Gun Goddess. I wear my title proudly XD.
Afterwards we all took a picture with  Santa Claus too!

Bex and I drove up with Harper and her boyfriend, but we got stuck in the parking garage so she was half crawling half lying over his lap to get to the assistance button. One kid in the car said , “Geez guys get a room.”
And Bex was like, “They can’t, we’re stuck in a parking garage.”
All in all, it was hilarious and ahh they’re a cute couple, but very entertaining for sure.

After I got home I (attempted) to take a nap and then my mom, dad, and I went to visit my “twin” in the hospital since she got jaw surgery today. In all honesty it was already about 7:00 and they weren’t gonna take me, but I had an emotional breakdown because I had to make sure she was okay so we ended up going……
She was super swollen and has to wear this thing they call a jaw bra that holds the ice in place. She obviously can’t talk, and she won’t be able to open her mouth for a few weeks. She was writing on a notebook today and I’m planning on getting her a whiteboard, but we communicate pretty well through just facial expressions. According to her mom I speak Lauren, but we call it Twin 🙂
Aaahhhh guys I felt so bad, even though I know she’s gonna be okay. She’s hurt a lot, but I’ve gotten used to being the sick one lately XD
Is it odd that me finding out I’m dying and that she’s in lots of pain are almost equally depressing for me?
At least she seemed pretty happy that I came, and that’s what the main purpose was, so mission accomplished 🙂
I don’t know when I’ll visit her next, but it’ll probably be within the next few days.
At least she gets to go home tomorrow, right?
Long story short, I love her alot and just want to make sure she’s okay like she always does for me 🙂

I love ya’ll, if you ever need anything be sure to let me know.
-(I haven’t done this in forever) Aspen aka The Author aka the girl dying without her twin (Literally if you say the dying girl without her twin XD)

Writing Competition

Hey ya’ll. This is for the writing competition by The Inspirational Dreamer aka Liv. I chose the topic nightmares so I hope you guys like it! (And I told you I’d have it done today, Liv!)


He wanted her to hurt. He wanted to hear her toss and turn at night, whimpering in fear of what she’d seen the night before. And if by a rare chance she got a glimpse of sleep she’d wake screaming convincing herself that reality could possibly be better.

So he made it happen. He dreamt the most terrifying things in order to put them in her head. Stories of unfinished lives and horrifying monsters at every corner. Stories of being completely forgotten or being forced to watch the world die around you. But these stories were real.

The lives he created in his head lived and breathed in another world. The nightmares were more than dreams of death, they were murder. People killed by their own creator. To them, he was God. An all powerful being who gave them life. And with a snap of his fingers, he would take it away in the most horrid ways.

And she knew. That’s why she screamed, gurgles of agony for thousands she couldn’t save. Thousands of people she couldn’t save, including herself. After all these were all examples of her possible future. Her life was in his hands. Or rather, in his head.

“Please, please, just die.” He begs, head gripped in his hands. She sits in the room of his frontal lobe, ever present. She shakes her head, caramel hair flipping over her shoulders. She refuses to kill herself, she refuses to lose.

And he refuses to kill her. She was his first creation, and he loved her, still does. But he wants so badly for her to leave,

“You don’t get it, they say I’m crazy. And if you don’t go away I won’t ever leave.” Again, she shakes her head. Because she knows he’s not crazy, she’s not a figment of his imagination. This man, this monster, isn’t some mental health patient. He has the power of a God, he is one.

Her heart aches for every sob he lets out, because she too loved him once. But even those we love have to pay. So she waited, until he realized that if he wanted a free life again he’d have to pay the price of everyone he killed, and he’d have to kill her.

The people he terrorized weren’t just strangers in strange worlds, they were friends and family. After all if he was King, she was his Queen. He left her abandoned with no place to go, even if she wanted to. She couldn’t simply escape him, she was trapped in his mind. Eternally left to dream of the life she could have had.

But he ripped it all away, and now they were stuck here. So close to one another, it made them feel so much more alone. The Queen with enough love for an entire universe, but filled with enough rage to watch the ones she loved fall. The King with a heart of gold, but the body of a cold-blooded murderer.

Both yearning, begging, pleading, dreaming for a different life, a different future.

The being not quite man and not quite monster raises the white flag of surrender and pulls the trigger.

As two lives leave the body, the dreamers finally escape their nightmare.

Bad things and Good People

Hey ya’ll, sorry for missing Blogmas today but I have to be up at 5:45 am tomorrow since we’re going to volunteer at a homeless shelter for debate. And my “twin” is getting jaw surgery so I’ll be visiting her.

This is just a thought I had during our conversation:

There’s always the questions of why bad things happen to good people, why they’re the ones handed trial after trial. But as I got thinking and realizing that my trials make me who I am, and that they force me too look at the positive, I started to question the notion.

So do bad things happen to good people or do bad things make people good?

Blogmas Day 19:

Hey ya’ll, this is another Christmas short story, hope you enjoy! But I’m too lazy and it’s too late right now to write it all out, so here’s a sneak peek. If you can guess what the situation/topic is I’ll do a post of your choice, so comment down below!



December 23rd,  Alex crosses off the small square with a bright red X. He grins widely, slinging a duffel bag across his shoulder. He’d been granted special permission to go see his son be born just in time for Christmas.

“You ready to be a father Alex?” Daniel jokes, slinging his arm over Alex’s shoulder. “Lots of diapers and screaming.”

“Don’t listen to him, you’ll love it.” I roll my eyes. Alex just grins even wider, “I can’t wait to meet him.”

Now I smile too, remembering what it was like when my daughter Andri was born. And then the twins Caleb and Cade.

“Just wait until you have three.” Alex crinkles his nose, “I think I’m good for now.”

“You’re so lucky dude, I wish I could go home. Even for just a few days.”


That’s it! Love ya’ll and Merry Christmas Eve^5