Cheesy vs. Classy

What I am

What I want to become?

So, I am having a life dilemma. For pretty much all of my life, I have been what you would call a cheesy person. I like weird and random things and I make a lot of jokes that no one understands. It was pretty much the bomb.com. Now, all of the sudden, I am grown up and I have an interest in becoming classy. For example, I want to do insane things like sew or make crafts. The problem is, I have no idea how to accomplish this transformation, or if I even should. Maybe there are some positives about being cheesy. Anyway, I need some advice from all you classy people out there... how do you do it?

Wake up call

Yesterday I found out that a friend from high school was killed in a car accident. I hadn't really kept in touch with him since he left for his mission, but the news of his passing has really impacted me. Most of my memories of him are kind of blurry in my mind by now, but the one thing that really sticks out is his smile. I remember him as always being so cheerful and friendly to everyone around him. At this point, my heart is just aching for his poor wife. I've never met her, but in looking through some of their pictures together it is obvious that they were a great match. They clearly loved each other and brought a lot of happiness into each others' lives. To top it off, they just recently had a sweet baby girl. The last post in their blog before the accident was of him and his daughter together, with the caption, "daddy's girl." It just breaks my heart that their time together had to be cut so short.
All in all, it's been a big lesson for me that you never know how much time you will have to share your love with those around you. I also have to say that I feel like I've been through some really difficult trials over the last few years, but I just can't imagine passing through one like this. It makes me realize the ways I have been blessed without realizing it. Through everything we have gone through as a couple, I am so grateful to have Michael in my life. I know he will be a great father when the time comes and I am just praying that we will be able to grow old together and share our lives with each other. I guess sometimes life just doesn't go the way you plan. Anyway, you can probably see that I am having a hard time understanding why these kind of things have to happen, but I was just talking about how writing can be a great way to process emotions in my teaching writing class, so I thought, hey, why not give it a shot?