CrazyGirl observes New Adventures

Life has this funny way of doing what we least expect. Things we expect to be easy can end up being extremely challenging. Things we figured would be a challenge end up being a piece of cake. Curveballs are more common than a perfectly laid plan that actually works.
When you look back at your outlook on life from one, two, or even ten years past, you realize that most of the time you aren't where you expected to be. You may not be far off, but most of the time you aren't right on, either. This isn't a bad thing, it's what makes life an adventure because you never know where you will end up.
God calls us all different places, and that TOTALLY plays a part in where we end up. If you had asked my sister when she was a freshman in high school if she would ever travel to Russia, she probably would have said no, yet, just a few nights ago I went with to pick her up from her month long trip to Russia. Yet, if you would have asked me when I was a freshmen in high school if I would ever go to community college, I would have laughed, told you that you were crazy, and sworn that I was headed straight to a four year university. Yet, I just finished year two at my local community college. If you would have asked me when I was four years old what I would be doing after I graduated from high school, I probably would have told you that I would either be A) breeding dogs or B) married to Prince Charming. Neither of those are anywhere near where I'm at today. And in all honesty, I'm okay with that. God is working in my life in big ways, and I am absolutely excited about where my life is heading. It was nowhere near what I had planned out for myself, but that is okay, because God's plan for me is SO much bigger than my own and that is absolutely beyond 100% amazing. He has provided more than I could ever have imagined for myself.
Which brings me to the main point of my blog post tonight, I, CrazyGirl am excited to announce that come fall, I will be heading off to Simpson University♥. That's right, I am completely 100% finished with community college and heading off to the school of my dreams. As if that's not enough, God has also provided me with three amazing roommates; Allison, Courtney, and Hannah. We've talked via Facebook, and I can already tell this year is going to be an amazing one. I cannot wait to meet these girls and share our year at Simpson
Til Next Time,

CrazyGirl♥ (AKA a Simpson Red Hawk)

CrazyGirl observes the struggle

So, a few weeks ago now, I did a post about Prince Charming, and how I needed to spend the time enjoying my friends and not be focused on finding him. Well, I'm finding that's not always as easy at it sounds. I AM enjoying time with my friends, that's not a problem, the problem is how often I'm reminded of how single I am. I don't try to look for the clues. In fact, I try to avoid all those reminders. But, when you're cruising along, windows down, music up and some cute love song comes on, and you aren't the one in charge of the radio, it's like *BAM* instant reminder. It's hard when you struggle with being happy for someone and completely bummed at the same time. And I feel like I'm doing that pretty much every single day. Most of my friends are in relationships, and I struggle with being jealous. This isn't a pity party, so don't take it that way. This is my attempt at being honest with you guys. I'm getting real, and letting you know that this stuff I say on here, it doesn't all come easy. I wish it did. But, I struggle. I mean, I am only human.
I still deal with the urge to go to a party in hopes of having some kind of a social life. And, I definitely still struggle with the desire to be in a relationship. I don't have this thought that a relationship will make me whole, or make my whole life perfect or anything like that. I know that being in a relationship has struggles of its own. I just have this extremely deep-rooted desire to have a relationship. And I couldn't even tell you why. Maybe it's that since I was a little kid, I've wanted to be Cinderella, or that I have an addiction to romance novels. But, either way, I still struggle with the longing to have someone love me that way. And I don't want one of those little flings that won't ever mean anything. I don't want a flirtationship (where you flirt all the time, and border on dating, but know it won't ever happen). I want a relationship. I try to stop those thoughts when they come. Take them captive and throw them out. But, they seem to be so persistent, constantly barging into my mind. I've been praying about it. But still I feel overwhelmed.
It's so ironic that I should be so overcome by the desire for a relationship when the creator of the universe longs for one with me. We have a relationship, God and I, but I wouldn't consider it romantic. I don't know that that's what God wants either. I trust Him, with my life, my future, my feelings, my thoughts, everything. I've given this issue to Him over and over and over. Yet, so much of the world seems focused on the romance, and avoiding it is pretty much impossible. I know the perfect guy for me is out there waiting, and I pray for him every morning and every night. But still I struggle.
It sometimes seems to me that all I ever do anymore is struggle with getting rid of these thoughts, thinking of other things, praying about forgetting this idea. But still it persists. I just don't know what to do anymore. I'm only human after all. I'm entrusting it to my Heavenly father, AGAIN. I just pray I can learn to be content where I am. Which is very very single.
Til Next Time,

CrazyGirl♥

CrazyGirl♥ observes Memories

So, hitting a point of what I'm deeming "desperate writer's block" (that point in time where you REALLY want to write, but are so out of ideas you can't think of anything), I decided to post on Facebook and see if any of my friends had a good suggestion of what I should write about. One of the people I've been friends with the longest commented that I should write a blog about memories. Well, she and I have PLENTY of memories together. Some are sweet, some are fun, and some have been sworn to secrecy. (Didn't every little kid have a secret?) But, I think right now, it's time to shed some light on those memories.

So, now that my friend is freaking out reading this, I'm NOT going to blog about our secret. It's a secret for a reason my friend! But, you and I did have some pretty fantastic times together. All the times we spied on my sister and your brother, swearing that they would end up married someday, and all the crazy adventures we went on simply because we imagined an entire scenario. Did you know you were the first person I'd ever met who owned a guinea pig? I thought that was the coolest thing ever.

I remember this one time that we were at her house, playing Super Mario 64 (if there are any youngins reading this, that's a game for the Nintendo 64, pretty much the GREATEST gaming system of all time), it was five of us; me (of course), her (Taylor), her brother (Zac), my sister, and my younger brother. Super Mario was only a one-player game, and Zac had the controller at the time. He was in the world with the grass and the tilting bridge thing and the bomb-ombs and (my personal favorite) the Koopa the turtle that you could jump on, hijack his shell and surf around the world until something hit you. (Please, 90's kids, tell me you know the level I'm talking about. Where you had to run up that HUGE mountain that had oversized metal balls rolling down the pathway trying to pummel you to death and if you FINALLY made it to the top of that mountain then you had to defeat a boss.) Anyway, we were on that level, and there were boxes you could smash for coins. But there was also a small box. And Zac had made Mario pick up the small box and started calling it "Baby Box" and he ran around the entire level holding Baby Box, until he tripped over something or ran into a bad guy and the box shattered. Then, enjoying the attention from his gimmicks, he started running all over in search of Baby Box, saying maybe it had run away or was scared or lost. For some reason, I found this hysterical. So hysterical that I actually wet my pants laughing at him, and then wanted to die of embarrassment. Because, of course, both my siblings, as well as Zac and Taylor, knew that I had wet my pants laughing. To this day, I don't know why I thought that was SO funny. But apparently, it was. I have to admit, I was crushed when I found out they were moving. And so far away too. I can't even begin to imagine how crazy everything would have been if Taylor and I had been friends through all of junior high and high school. . .we would have wreaked havoc. Just sayin'. 

But, after they left, life still went on, I had another friend, one from school, and she and I were inseparable through late elementary school and junior high. I'm not going to lie, we were probably kind of nerdy (then again, that was when junior highers actually hit an  awkward stage) but we thought we were awesome. I remember we both saved up and bought Tamagachi's. We thought they were the coolest thing ever. We would hook them to our belt loops or our backpacks and take them to school with us (in case you don't know what a Tamagachi is, it's a keychain that has a screen and some buttons and you get to have your own virtual pet that needs to be fed, played with, taken to the doctor, and you even had to clean up its poop. But ours were REALLY high-tech, and you could put the sensor at the top of the keychain up to your friend's and your Tamagachis could play together [and occasionally they would actually have a baby together. . .AWKWARD] which gave your pet happiness points and that made it live longer). Our teacher told us not to play with them during class, but being the extreme rebels we were, we played with them during class when we figured the teacher wasn't looking (Mom, if you're reading this. I never EVER played with it during class, I always payed attention. . .I also ALWAYS did my homework). She and I also became masters of passing notes. Our junior high was notorious for always seating people alphabetically, and having last names close in the alphabet meant most of the time we sat one in front of the other. We had entire routines planned out, where she would braid a note into my hair or I'd fake attempting to pop my back, etc. (Again, mom if you're reading this, I NEVER passed notes. . .EVER. [Also, for you who might be reading still in junior high or high school, don't pass notes in class. Bad plan.] ) 

I made another friend in junior high, and she and I got really creative with the note passing (we had to be creative, we didn't have texting). At one point in time we were paying a kid in our math class a quarter a week to be middle man (basically we sat on opposite ends of the classroom, and he sat directly between us. Somehow we convinced him that a quarter a week was more than enough pay for him to catch the note in the middle, make sure the teacher didn't see, and then pass it to the other person, and all without ever being allowed to read them.) One time, we were passing notes, and (since you can't read tone) we had a misunderstanding and ended up not talking for three whole class periods. Then, at lunch, when we had calmed down a little, we went to talk about it, and ended up busting up laughing at how ridiculous it was. I think she might actually still have those notes, and we were only in 8th grade. 

Of course, after junior high, high school rolled around. And, my-oh-my, did high school have its memories. Starting from day one. I was (as hard as it is to imagine) a cheerleader. Here's photo evidence (also, don't mind the awkward perm. . .I thought it would be fun. . .)

Anyway, my first day of class, during keyboarding, I got seated next to this kid, who at first I thought was kind of weird. He talked a lot more than I was used to, and didn't seem to care what the teacher was talking about. Soon enough, I realized he was more than weird, and that maybe we would actually get along. We ended up staying seated there all year long. And, more often than not, he was doing what he wanted to do, and not necessarily what we were supposed to be doing. Somehow in the teacher's eyes, I was always going along with him. I remember one day, she had locked all our computer screens so we would pay attention to her. Well, he figured out that even though our mouses didn't work, the calculator button on the keyboard still did. So, appearing to be paying attention, he started pressing the button, over and over and over. Apparently realizing that, for once, he was paying attention, the teacher started to think something was up. When she figured it out, he had pulled up over 200 calculators on his locked computer screen. For the rest of the class period, she constantly checked both his and my computers. And yet, he ended up being one of my best friends. 

I was truly blessed in high school with my close-knit group of girl friends. Yeah, we had our differences, we didn't always get along, and sometimes we could be downright petty. But, we were still close, and we all had very strong morals, so we dealt with a lot of positive peer pressure. We never really considered partying, drugs or alcohol. It was just assumed we wouldn't. It was really fun too, because we not only went to school together, but we also went to church and youth group together. We spend a TON of time around each other. We did these things for each of our sweet 16 birthdays, and called them the 16 sweet things. For one of our friends we were making a scrapbook as a surprise, and accidentally I mentioned something about it in front of her, and realizing what I'd done, trailed off in mid-sentence. My sister went white as a sheet, freaking out that I'd spoiled the surprise, and our other friend started saying "Are you CRAPPING me?!?" over and over and over. We still say that because it was so funny. I have laughed with those girls, I have cried with those girls, and we have all spent a little time mad at one another, but we had so many good times together, and I'm glad we are still friends. 

Of course, then there is college. I didn't get to jet off to my dream university or anything glamorous like that. And sometimes, that REALLY bothers me. But, I take for granted the amazing friends I have here in town. One of my friends I bonded with at the end of my senior year. And she will forever be one of my BEST friends. We have made so many memories together in the past two years, and I cherish every last one. This girl has seriously been there for me through thick and thin, we have overcome so much, and I love her to pieces. One of my all-time favorite memories of me and her is when we were camping. One morning we woke up kind of early, and she rolls over, stretches, and get this huge grin. Then says "Let's all be violent." Just like that. She is the one who is ALWAYS willing to go to Target with me, even when we are flat broke. We also did henna tattoos, and she was the one who was game for both of us doing minion tramp stamps. We've figured out that we have this wavelength that both of us seem to be on most of the time, and it's awesome.

And then there is my other friend, we were close in high school, but really seem to have bonded in college. I don't know if it's the feeling of being mutually stuck at the community college, or the fact that we are surrounded by creepy people. But, either way, I'm so glad we've become close. We definitely share this mutual love of the movie Pitch Perfect, and will quote it often. One of the greatest memories was senior year homecoming where we got to go stand on top of the tower and watch the football game from there. It was amazing. Then, a few weeks ago, we went and watched a meteor shower (okay, there weren't really too many meteors) but it ended up being really fun. Everyone just kind of hanging out, having a great time. I know we've had some pretty crazy ups and downs, but I'm sure that the future will just bring more great memories!

Another great friend of mine, I've known since she was in kindergarten and I was in 1st grade. I love that girl to death. We have like a gazillion and one memories together. We used to go on these "short" walks that would last up to 5 or 6 hours. We would just talk. About anything and everything. We could talk for hours. She actually just got married in December, and I'm so happy for her. I don't even know where to begin with our memories. One of my favorites is the video we made one day after school, of us being ninjas. It's up on my Facebook page if you're just dying to see it. Or the one we made with our mutual friend, and her now sister in law. Then I got the blessing of being in her wedding. I was so happy for her, and I'm so excited for the life she is starting with her husband, although I do miss her. I know she will always be one of my dearest and closest friends, and I love her for that.

I just have to say that I live a pretty blessed life. I know I didn't cover everyone I know and love in here. But, there is only so much to say in one blog post. I'm so thankful for each and every one of the friends I have, and for all of the friends I've yet to make. God has truly blessed me. I also have some friends that I used to be close to, and we have just kind of drifted apart, and that makes me sad. But, I know God has a plan for all of us, and I'm excited to see where we are all going.
Til Next Time,
CrazyGirl♥

CrazyGirl observes Finals Week (in a poem)

I love having a blog. So much. Not just because I'm one of those annoying people who can just keep talking for DAYS, but also because blogging give me this way to feel like people are listening to me, having a chance to see what some time inside my head is like. (Although, for some of you, that's scarier than for others.) And, while I do sometimes have very deep thoughts (thus deep posts), other times my thoughts are more goofy (thus my goofy, dork-side-is-showing posts) and today, my thoughts are on my upcoming finals. I am NOT looking forward to finals. Like, seriously, whose bright idea was it to not only make us suffer through a semester of class, homework, projects, reading assignments, and exams, but then decided on TOP of all that we should have an entire week, fully crammed with accumulative tests so that every college kid will spend the week trying to remember what on earth we talked about for the first week (okay, okay, the first HALF) of the class, shoving every tidbit of information possible into our brains, and needing a straight IV of coffee just so we can function?!? And, who agreed that THAT was the best way to see if we'd understood the class, much less deserved to pass it? They obviously never consulted me. But, since I like rhyming things from time to time, I thought maybe I would make up a poem about finals week. 

Finals Week:

A Poem by CrazyGirl♥

The college is crowded, we all need caffeine.

We're all here to take finals, what an ugly scene

So much to study for, the info won't keep.

Coffee's the answer, or Red Bull, or sleep. 

Sleep? What is that? We're in college after all, 

This spring is about classes, I'll sleep before fall. 

So many tests I have to study for this time, 

Geography, Philosophy. . . did I already pass Sign? 

Information is overloading into my brain, 

I need more coffee, I'm going insane. 

The terms are all blending, I'm making up words

Tectonic arguments, map-thinking. . . is that a bird?

Oh goodness! Distractions, distractions galore. 

Focus, kid, focus, You want a good score. 

Maybe a break, just a short one, would work. 

Three hours later, I awake with a jerk. 

Crap! I fell asleep, I missed studying time, 

I'll drink a Monster, a coffee, maybe try some Red Line. 

A shot of espresso, now THAT'S what I need,

Okay, now I'll hit the books, and read, read, read! 

I've studied, restudied, I'm ready for the test,

I've got this, I've studied, and I'll do my best!

The test is in front of me, but I know this stuff.

Wait. . .what's this? Was this whole class a bluff?

I studied, did homework, took notes, and read,

I drank enough caffeine that I should have been dead.

But, where did this come from? This gibberish here?

We never went over it, not once this year.

The whole test is like this?!? I don't understand,

I came to class, took notes, studied and planned. 

Yet somehow none of the information I've got,

is anywhere on this test, it's a sticky spot. 

I guess an educated guess will have to do. 

I won't be able to breath right, until finals are through! 

 

To all my fellow college students, I'm sure you can relate. And I hope you enjoyed my attempt at humor there. 

Til Next Time,

CrazyGirl♥

So, I did another post just a few nights ago, and it felt amazing. It had been way too long since I'd posted on here, and I'd forgotten just how much I love writing on my blog. I know I have like a whole whopping four of you that read this, but I want to thank you guys for reading it. You don't realize how much that means to me. You're willing to take time out of your day to read whatever gibberish nonsense I'm posting about next, and I love you for that. Really. I do. 

But, now that I have FINALLY taken the time to thank my ginormous group of readers/followers, I'll get to the long part of my post. Something I don't know if I'll ever tire of talking about. Prince Charming. 

For years and years and years I've been dreaming of the day I'll meet my very own prince charming. I've imagined pretty much every different scenario, what I'd say to him, what I might be wearing, what he might be thinking. But, the other day I started thinking about all that dreaming I've been doing. It started when someone posted something about not getting their knight in shining armor, but instead getting an idiot wrapped in tinfoil. This thought occurred to me; what if I had spent so much time thinking about and worrying about finding my Prince Charming, that I'd missed out on some of the good times I could have been having? I mean, it's not like God is sitting up in Heaven going "Hahaha. Let's just keep Katie single so I can make forever alone jokes about her." No. He's got the perfect guy out there waiting for me. I can't control the circumstances that will lead me to meet him, so why not enjoy the wonderful life God has blessed me with? I have these amazing friends who have been there for me through so much. They've dealt with the good, the bad, and a whole LOT of the ugly, and yet, they still love me. God too. I only have so much time left with them. I will ALWAYS consider them some of my greatest friends and some of the biggest blessings in my life, yet circumstances will change. We won't always be able to just drive a few minutes and have a heart-to-heart. So, while I don't have a boyfriend to deal with, why haven't I spent more time cherishing these friendships? I'm SO blessed, every day of my life I'm given new blessings, and I sit there and take them for granted. 

I'm still young. For Heaven's sake, I'm only 19. I've got time to find the man I'm supposed to spend the rest of my life with. Besides, 1 Timothy 4:12 reminds us "Let no one despise you for your youth, but set the believers an example in speech, in conduct, in love, in faith, in purity." God has blessed me with the chance to use my youth for the good of His kingdom, so why am I wasting it dreaming about Prince Charming? I could be using this chance to make even more wonderful life-long friends, and strengthen the friendships with the others. I mean, I still desire to find the man God has planned out for me, but I can't speed up that process. In Song of Solomon 3:5 it says "I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles or does of the field, that you not stir up or awaken love until it pleases." I'm pretty sure that constantly dreaming of Prince Charming and hoping to meet him and planning for when I do, might sort of count as trying to awaken love before it pleases. Just saying. . . 

Besides that, God reassures us in Jeremiah 29:11 that he has a plan for us, a plan that includes a hope and a future. And, that's a promise I'm willing to count on. Besides, I don't have time for Prince Charming. ;) 

Til Next Time,

 CrazyGirl♥

CrazyGirl observes Social Status

So, I'm here again, telling you all about a bunch of stuff you probably don't really care about, but something has been weighing heavy on my heart. Lately as I scroll through Instagram and Facebook and Twitter and whatever other social network site they come up with next, the majority of the pictures are of people partying; drinking, doing drugs, the whole shebang! And most of these kids aren't even old enough to drink legally. And, obviously there's not really any way to do illegal drugs legally.
The thing that makes me extremely sad about this is that now, partying doesn't make you a "bad kid" or "hardcore." No, partying is the norm. Everyone is doing it. It no longer shocks me to find out that a 16 year old is already hitting the local parties. It saddens me, but it doesn't shock me. And that's pathetic. Partying shouldn't be normal and/or accepted. Do people really not understand that it is illegal? Especially since the majority of the people that I've talked to about their partying habits actually drive themselves home. Shouldn't this terrify us as a society? And, why on EARTH does partying make or break your social status? Seriously?!? The qualifications to go from being a "nobody" to being a "somebody" are that you have to go break the law with a bunch of other underage drunkards? (Which by the way, is in quotes because you don't need a social status to be a somebody. God already knows you and loves you. "Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? And not one of them will fall to the ground apart from your Father. But even the hairs on your head are all numbered. Fear not, therefore; you are of more value than the sparrows." Matthew 10:29-31. Cool, isn't it?) I mean, in Proverbs 20, verse 1 it says "Wine is a mocker, strong drink a brawler, and whoever is led astray by it is not wise." To me, that's a sobering (no pun intended) thought. I know to some people wisdom isn't a big deal, and I know I am not anywhere close to being considered wise, but I pray that God will lead me to make wise decisions, and that right there tells me that partying is not a wise decision.
If that doesn't get you, 1 Peter 5 verse 8 says "Be sober-minded; be watchful. Your adversary the devil prowls around like a roaring lion, seeking someone to devour." That doesn't frighten you? I mean, God just said that the devil is looking for the chance to devour us, and that we need to remain sober and watchful to avoid being devoured by the devil. Something about that word choice just gives me the shivers.
Now, don't look at this and be like "Oh! Look at this Holy Roller! Telling everyone not to party..." Yeah, I'm suggesting that 1. underage drinking is morally wrong (oh yeah. . . and did I mention that it's illegal?) and that 2. being drunk is wrong by God's standards. God calls us to a higher standard of living, and guess what, that higher standard doesn't mean we can't ever drink. Once you reach the age of 21, I don't find any evidence to support that drinking is wrong, in moderation. Just because you are 21 doesn't mean you should go get completely wasted every weekend (or during the week, because I've seen a crazy amount of mid-week parties where large numbers of people were drunk beyond reason in the middle of the day.), but it means that in moderation there is nothing morally wrong with the occasional drink.
Don't get me wrong, I have been tempted to go to a party. When you live in a town, where the majority of the people your age see nothing wrong with partying, it seems easy to justify. I mean, come on. You are just trying to be social, right? Wrong. Knowing partying is wrong means I need to avoid it, at all costs. "For if we go on sinning deliberately after receiving knowledge of the truth, there no longer remains a sacrifice for sins," Hebrews 10:26 "Do you not know that you are God's temple and God's spirit dwells in you? If anyone destroys God's temple, God will destroy him. For God's temple is holy and you are that temple." 1 Corinthians 3:16-17 And last but not least, "the reward for humility and fear of the Lord is riches and honor and life." Proverbs 22:4.
That is enough to make me want to avoid partying, underage drinking, being drunk, drugs, and worst of all this idea that you HAVE to party to be "a cool kid." Who cares?!?
Til Next Time,
CrazyGirl♥

CrazyGirl honors Throwback Thursday

So, right about now, I should probably be doing homework, but instead, I'm here writing to you guys. And, since the internet is abuzz with random themes for each day, and Thursday is now Throwback Thursday, I thought I would share a "throwback" that is one of my favorite memories.
I was actually talking about it today with my grandpa, and it includes him. You see, as a kid, I was kind of on the daredevil side. I was determined to be the first to try stuff. When my older sister swam into the deep end first, I decided that I had to touch the bottom of the deep end first. I succeeded. And, even though I have a fear of heights, when my grandpa suggested that for my 10th birthday, he would take me for a hot air balloon ride, I went for it. I remember spending the night at my grandparent's house (the first time I had ever done that by myself), and waking up at 5 in the morning. There was a hoot owl outside the window, making its eerie noises. Despite that, I was beyond excited. I decided that for breakfast, I had to have granola, just like
Grandpa. It was from Trader Joe's. (I don't know why I remember that detail, I just remember). This guy came early in the morning, and he and his crew stretched the balloon out over a field at Grandpa's house. They brought this huge fan, and started blowing air into the balloon. The balloon was HUGE. They inflated it sideways, which surprised me. Once they got it inflated, it was big enough that I could have walked inside of it (I was really tempted to, actually). Finally, after what seemed like ages, we were getting ready to take off. We climbed inside a basket (which was a lot bigger than what I had expected, since my only experience with hot air balloons was what I had seen in cartoons). Slowly, the balloon moved up and up and up and up and still up. I remember pointing out my aunt's house from the air, and I could see them waving. They seemed tiny, like little ants. We didn't go very far, but I didn't care. I was way up in the air, in a hot air balloon. I felt like I could see everything. I vaguely remember being concerned that I might fall out, but the adventure of it all was more exciting than my concern. Eventually, we landed the balloon in a field just a short ways from my Grandpa's house. I remember seeing cow bones as we were drifting down, and thinking of the Lion King and the elephant graveyard. But I reassured myself that MY adventure was WAY better than Simba's.
After we landed the balloon, and the man and his crew folded it up and packed it away, we all drove back to my Grandpa's house, where the man awarded me a certificate, and a pin. Then to celebrate, they had me drink a red Solo cup full of sparkling cider without using my hands. I had officially taken my first hot air balloon ride. I still have the pin, the certificate, and all the memories. It's a small pin, that says "Cheers Over California." I love thinking back on that day and remembering the sense of adventure I felt. Maybe someday soon, I will go for another hot air balloon ride.
Til Next Time,
CrazyGirl♥