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Social Distancing Isn’t Hard for the Anti-Social

Posted on March 19, 2020March 19, 2020 by jazzyuga

Alright everyone.

I’m not even going to apologize for not writing in almost a month because the world is ENDING.

I’m kidding. But, things are changing hour by hour and it’s INSANITY. At this time last week, I was at work, while complaining about being at work, and my biggest concern was being stressed about turning something in on time.

I also had an open gym that I could go to at will and not have to worry about my poor eating habits.

Today, I AM NO LONGER WORKING AND I HAVE TOO MUCH TIME ON MY HANDS. TODAY I AM GOING TO GAIN 80 POUNDS.

Anyone that’s ever spent more than a couple of minutes with me should be able to understand while two weeks is way too much time for me to be alone with my thoughts.

At first whenever they said that we didn’t have to come to work, I was elated. I was thinking that I could go to the beach and just have more time to hang out with friends.

BUT now we have to practice this thing called social distancing? I’d like to think that I practice that everyday because I’m not a very outgoing person.

HOW DO PEOPLE LIVE WITH ONLY THEMSELVES EVERYDAY.

There are way too many voices in my head for me to be able to handle all of this solitude. Let’s hope no one has to commit me after all of this is over. Kidding! Or am I?

So let’s find out what I’ve been doing while it’s only day FOUR of this quarantine.

I think my bed is just permanently dented from where I’ve barely gotten out of it. Every single day, I stay in bed until AT LEAST 11 AM. So my sleep schedule will be ALL FOOPED UP when all of this is finally over.

I did finish a book, and that was pretty much the thing I was most excited about for all of this. More time to read equals a happy Jazmyn!

My roommates and I decided to finish Love is Blind, and I am LIVID that we discovered this show before the quarantine and not during it. How am I going to get through this without being able to watch Jessica drunk for the 12th time? Or be weirded out by the fact that Kelly and Kenny’s parents’ names are exactly the same? OR cry about the fact that Lauren and Cameron are ABSOLUTE GOALS?

As someone who has an unhealthy amount of TV shows that she watches, there aren’t many on Netflix that I haven’t conquered yet! So if anyone has any suggestions of shows that I haven’t already seen and obsessed over, feel free to let me know!

I can only watch Infinity War and Endgame one more time before it equals double digits. And even though watching both of those takes half the day away, I think watching Gamora and Iron Man’s deaths this many times isn’t healthy for my psyche.

As if my psyche needs any more obstacles.

But, I digress.

I am staying safe, and I hope everyone else is too. I am still going to the gym, must to my mother’s disappointment.

KRISTAL, IF I DON’T GO, I WILL GAIN 40 POUNDS AND I CAN’T HAVE THAT. I never gained the Freshman 15 when I was in school, and I feel like my time will come if I spend every part of this day being sedentary.

Social distance yourself to a degree!

You don’t have to be completely alone, but at least limit your company, friends!

Let’s hope in 2 weeks that all of this will go back to normal, and we can all go back to being the social butterflies we claim to be.

JUST KIDDING.

Maybe this time off will do us all some good. Maybe we’ll discover something about ourselves.

And maybe it’ll make Jazmyn have to rearrange her birthday plans in 21 days!

Don’t worry; I will 100% find a way to celebrate my birthday, quarantine or not. I know you guys were worried for me.

Stay safe, guys! Please take it seriously and keep your distance! I’m praying for all of us!

The Force is {semi} Strong With This One

Posted on July 19, 2019 by jazzyuga

So I’ve got some news for you guys.

I have had some changes in my life since we last spoke. Not only have I transferred from my previous work location, but I have already started at my new work location!

Ladies and gentleman, I have transferred to Star Wars Galaxy’s Edge. Now I know what you’re thinking. “Jazmyn, you know absolutely nothing about Star Wars. Why did you even want to apply?”

And you would be right!

Before a month ago, I had seen Episodes 4, 5, and 6. That was it. And I can promise you that I couldn’t tell you a single thing that happened in those movies other than most (not even all) people’s names and Leia and that gold bikini scene (because honestly body goals).

Since I got hired to transfer, I have made it my sole duty to become more knowledgable in all things Star Wars. And I’m doing a pretty darn good job!

My roommate and I have both made it through all of the originals and the prequels and I can definitely see both sides of the spectrum: “The prequels are better” & “The originals are better”.

I honestly don’t have a favorite character, which is odd considering I usually love all of the bad characters. As much as I’d love to be a fan of any character who is dope enough to have James Earl Jones voicing them, Vader just never really did anything for me.

That being said, Jabba was really cool and I am personally a little excited to find out who this Kylo-Ren character is.

Now I know everyone that has some type of Star Wars experience is probably rolling their eyes right now at my knowledge, and I don’t even blame you.

But, here’s the good thing about Disney. You don’t need to be an expert about any Disney-ish topic to work here!

(Let’s be honest; if this were a rule, I would’ve been fired a long time ago)

So that’s the great thing. Even though I am currently getting ready to start The Force Awakens (spoiler alert: my old boss already ruined the ending for me but I’m not bitter about that at all. NOT BITTER), there’s no requirement that I need to be a Star Wars expert to be here.

And that’s great! Because I most certainly am not. To be honest, the only thing that I can work at without any doubt of being completely knowledgable all of the information is either FRIENDS, the Lion King, or It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia.

So, that’s it, folks!

Galaxy’s Edge is clearly not open yet, but in a little over a month, it definitely will be and the floodgates will be open!

So everyone should prepare themselves! Star Wars has itself a new fan now.

(But I’ll watch anything where I can stare at Hayden Christensen all day long)

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My Girl Coco Could Have Taken de la Cruz

Posted on August 16, 2018 by jazzyuga

So guess what I just finished watching?

Coco.

Crossed another off the list.

And that movie is way too intense to be a children’s movie. There was SO much going on.

I say that, but you wouldn’t believe that I actually fell asleep the first time that I watched the movie. I’m not sure why because I was really enjoying it, but I just couldn’t keep my eyes open.

So I watched it again. AND IT WAS GREAT.

First of all, I’m loving the detail in Disney movies as they make more of them. The wrinkles in Coco’s face looked so prominent, I felt like I was in the actual movie myself.

The songs were awesome, and the message was even better. I don’t know how children weren’t immediately freaked out about it when the movie began because the skeletons honestly threw me off a little bit. I get the point of them, but skeletons?

I’m a big fan of music myself, so when his grandmother smashed his guitar…I think everyone in that theater probably wanted to throw hands. I love all of my grandmothers, great and all, but I don’t think they would smash a guitar just because they think music ruined their lives.

I get her reasoning, but the gall on that woman.

When the movie started, the person that I was watching it with immediately figured out the plot twist at the end.

And that twist had me shooketh. So you mean to tell me that de la Cruz isn’t the amazing person that everyone thought he was? Okay, that wasn’t hard to believe.

But, believing that he killed a man just so he could steal his songs? That’s not something I thought Disney would be capable of. (Then again, Lion King exists, so it shouldn’t have come as much of a surprise to me.) And then the same man tried to kill Miguel? His own (proven later to be incorrect) grandson?

HOW DARE HE.

If my girl Coco was there at that time, I think she could have taken the old man and won.

But, I am glad about the ending. I was really sad when Hector was being forgotten and pretty much everyone was standing in between him and Coco for him to get her to remember him.

And then I was pretty much cheering for that woman. Yes, Coco! Remember Hector! Remember your dad! You got this, I know you do!

And from that point on, I know everyone was probably in tears for the remainder of the movie. I surprisingly wasn’t, and I’m extremely emotionally unstable.

BUT YAY.

They finally realized that music didn’t destroy their family, Miguel prospered, and Coco finally got to reunited with her parents.

What a happy ending!

Honestly didn’t expect to like Coco from the previews because it just didn’t seem like something that would interest me, but look at Disney proving me wrong and making my girl Coco the real star of the movie.

I think we’re all going to remember you, girl.

See what I did there?

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Flit and Meeko’s Ship Name Would Be Fleek

Posted on June 29, 2018 by jazzyuga

So I know it’s been a while since I actually sat down and wrote one of these things.

Are you really missing them though? Are you missing my constant ramblings? My habit of getting off topic for no reason seemingly? Are you really missing them?

Probably not. But here it is! And I’ve managed to cross another bad boy off the list.

It’s Pocahontas! This isn’t even one of the movies that I’ve seen before and just don’t remember; I 100% don’t think I’ve ever seen this movie.

Up until recently, ya girl didn’t even know how John Smith was.

So I’ve got that going for me.

Now, don’t get me wrong. I’ve seen plenty of gifs from that movie specifically “These white men are dangerous” and that one kills me every time.

But, let me tell you. These movie, though it was good, stumped me for the most part. Yeah, John Smith was somewhat attractive, and I mean that nicely because he looked pretty basic to me, she definitely fell for him way too quickly.

Also, we should have known that Thomas was going to be trouble from the very start when John had to save him from drowning. He was just trouble all around for the most part.

Grandmother Willow was the star that I definitely felt like she was going to be, but I wasn’t really the biggest fan of Flit and Meeko (combined they’re ‘fleek’). They just didn’t quite shine like the normal animal sidekicks that I’ve grown to love.

And you know what girl I could’ve done without? Nakoma! She was great in the beginning, but then she felt the need to tell everyone everything! Well, not really everyone. Moreso just Kocoum. But, then where did that lead him? To his death! And that’s where my enemy Thomas came in.

I know he was just doing his job, but shooting on site really? Do better, homie. Then, Pocahontas’s dad had to get all high and mighty and declare war and then John Smith got captured and then everything just turned so quickly it was insane.

The kicker for this movie was that they did it all for gold that didn’t even exist. Truth be told, there’s a lot of things that I would do for gold, it’s basically borderline Fear Factor stuff, but I would definitely need to see it before I confirmed or denied by next action.

Maybe these people, John Smith’s army and Pocahontas’s tribe, could learn a lesson from me. I mean, I don’t have any gold and I have almost no money if I’m being honest, but I have some pretty solid advice for them.

Don’t trust that people have gold until you’ve actually seen it; don’t fall in love with men you’ve literally just laid eyes on; and if you must sneak around behind your father’s back with a man he disapproves of, do a better job of it.

That’s it. My girl Pocahontas did a great job overall and she’s probably do better in life than I am.

Hey, I don’t have a movie about me or any animal sidekicks, so who’s the real winner here?

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They Could Have Given Him A Longer Skirt

Posted on February 11, 2018February 11, 2018 by jazzyuga

I’m gonna shout this from the mountaintop…

I watched another movie on my list…Hercules!

Now, this one is exciting only because I’ve already seen Hercules. BUT, I could not tell you the ending before yesterday. And now I can! I’ve gone the distance!

See what I did there?

I had almost forgotten how funny the movie was, especially Hades. And how bomb the soundtrack was.

That bad boy plays all of the time on my Disney playlist, but I never really noticed how amazing those muses’ voices are. And they are AMAZING.

If I could just have them narrate my entire life, I’d be so satisfied.

And Meg?

Homegirl had hair for days, and a stubborn attitude to boot. Though I expected the ending of the movie where he ultimately found out that she was working for Hades because she had sold his soul to him, I liked how she didn’t take crap from Hades.

I mean, personally if I sold my soul to someone who had fire coming out of his head, I feel like I’d jump however high he needed me to. But, she back-talked as much as she could no matter the fact that she eventually agreed to do what he said in the end.

I like the fact that that girl went down swinging. Literally because she did technically die.

Now that is what the kids call a “ride or die” chick.

(HAHAHHAHAH I crack myself up honestly.)

There is nothing I enjoy more than reading about the Greek gods and goddesses, but I honestly didn’t really know much about Hercules before seeing this movie the first or second time.

And this movie didn’t disappoint. Zeus and Hera definitely weren’t new to me, and I did enjoy both of their brief appearances in this movie.

Now that the movie qualities are out of the way, let’s talk about the elephant in the room — the length of Hercule’s kilt, dress, thing. Now, I’ve been told that I wear too-short things sometimes (usually said by my mother who wants it all the way down to my ankles so I don’t really know how trustworthy her opinion is), but his definitely could’ve been pulled down a little bit.

Not that I had a problem with it, I mean, did you see his arms?

And if you’re not me and you’re normal and you saw and remember this movie as a child, you wouldn’t have noticed this type of thing. Well, that’s good for you. Keep up the good work.

But, since it’s me, and I’m odd even when it doesn’t come to Disney movies, I definitely noticed this and his skirt definitely could’ve been a little longer.

Though if there are ever plans to do a live-action film of this, because I feel like eventually every Disney movie will have one, have the guy be Dwayne Johnson and instead of giving him a longer skirt, just don’t let him wear a shirt.

Like at all. During the entire movie.

I think that’s the same thing, right? Yeah, it transfers just the same.

And, just have “A Star is Born” blasting throughout the entire movie. Not just the ending and/or during the credits. Actually have that song on during the whole thing and I bet people would love that just as much.

Probably even more because that song is EVERYTHING.

NOW LET’S SING IT FROM THE MOUNTAINTOP.

Disclaimer: I have just been informed that there has already been a live-action Hercules with Dwayne Johnson starring in it. I mean…I’m not saying Disney got that idea from me, but…

They definitely didn’t get that idea from me.

But I fully support it.

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Baymax or the Michelin Man? You Decide.

Posted on January 12, 2018January 12, 2018 by jazzyuga

It’s that time again.

It’s time for the second movie that I’ve managed to cross off my list and I’m honestly personally offended by how sad this movie was and why I am constantly being plagued by the overwhelming sadness of Disney movies.

Okay, it probably isn’t quite that serious, but I’m sure you’re picking up what I’m putting down.

Guess what movie it is?

Big Hero 6.

Now I actually tried to watch this movie shortly after it came out, and it didn’t quite work out that well for me.

*If you haven’t seen the movie yet, I’d stop reading at this point*

I got to the part right after Hiro’s brother dies and then I basically phoned it in. I don’t know what it is about Disney and their obsession with trying to make people cry when they inevitably make a family member die in the first 20 minutes of a movie, but I was not here for it.

After that happened, I was pretty much irked and crying so badly that I just had to stop it. Well five months later, I finally decided that it would be a good idea if I actually watched the entire movie.

And I was not disappointed. Baymax turned out to be one of the cutest characters that I’ve ever seen on a TV, and the scene where he had a low battery and was acting “drunk” was probably the hardest I’ve laughed in a while. (Probably not true because I laugh a lot all of the time but you catch my drift)

Baymax was precious when he was learning how to fight, and I think we all can relate whenever he was trying to figure out how to get all of his stomach to fit inside of his clothes.

CAUSE SAME

Also, was it not the biggest plot twist whenever we found out that the very person that was behind all of this was the EXACT person that Tadashi ran in to save?!

WHAT THE HECK?

He died in vain!

Okay, I mean yeah I do feel badly that he had lost his daughter for a little bit of time. But, and I could be wrong here, I don’t know if going on a killing spree is the best way to vent your anger.

Look how well that worked out of King Kong. Homie eventually got rocked.

But still. I hate the fact that it was him that was behind the whole thing and that Tadashi could’ve lived for much longer.

And you know what REALLY kills me?! The way that Baymax “died”!

He risks his life to save Hiro and then he ultimately sacrifices himself to save everyone! Well, everyone if you include the daughter and Hiro.

“Are you satisfied with your care?”

ARE YOU?

No, I’m not Baymax! You wrecked me when you said that and I’m not sure if I’ll ever be okay again!

And yes it is quite that dramatic.

Disclaimer: I just watched that scene right now to remind myself of what his last words to Hiro were and I’m already very emotional just typing this.

Darn you, Baymax.

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A Letter to the Class of 2020

Posted on August 1, 2017 by jazzyuga

Written for UGA ELITE.

Dear Class of 2020,

It’s officially time. There are officially less than 50 days until graduation.

Less than 50 days until real life sets in and we have to do things other than get up and go to class every day. It’s time for the new class to settle in.

I swear, every time a new freshmen class is announced, it’s like “Congrats to the new Bulldawgs!! They’re bringing in a new average GPA of 6.8!” It’s actually a 4.03 average, but you get my point. I’m amazed at how high it’s going to get by the time I’ve been out of this school for a couple of years.

With your new class comes a new beginning. You’ve just gotten the best news of your life, the news that you get to attend the finest school in the land. Now you have that pre-orientation checklist to worry about after you make the wise decision to actually say yes to your acceptance.

It’s the best time of your life, but you still have to get through the rest of your senior year of high school.

My advice? Don’t rush it.

Enjoy the last six, seven weeks. I know it seems borderline impossible because you’re in such a rush to get to this school, but trust me. I graduate in May, and I would love nothing more to flashback to when I got accepted and relive this past four years again.

Don’t get me wrong; I am so very thankful to be graduating. If this was November of 2012, I would’ve told you that college clearly isn’t for me and that I was dropping out to become famous (I wonder how that would’ve worked out).

But, the time is finally here and I actually get sad when I tell people that I am a graduating senior. I knew it had to happen eventually, but it’s actually time for me to leave this place.

So, don’t rush it. Enjoy that last year of high school. I promise you’re going to miss how easy things are. The fact that “I’ll just study for it in the morning” will never be true again. The fact that power naps will become your lifeline for the next four years. Even the fact that you are definitely not the only person who didn’t study for the test and there’s a certain good feeling that comes with knowing that you are not alone.

I understand your excitement; I understand the desire of starting that new chapter of your life. Wholeheartedly.

But, I promise that when your relatives say “It’ll be the fastest four years of your life,” they aren’t lying. I can tell you every little detail of what my freshman dorm looked like because I swear it was yesterday.

Have fun. Enjoy the small moments because they’ll be the biggest memories. I would never encourage someone to not study for a test, but sometimes going out with friends is the study break that you need to get those creative juices flowing.

Get prepared because before you know it, it’s going to be you in four years writing this same thing.

Sincerely,

a Bulldawg reminiscing on good times

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We’ll be okay.

Posted on November 30, 2015 by jazzyuga

Don’t worry.

This one won’t be as sad as last week’s, I promise.

Wanna know why? Because I’m not as sad as I was last week.

Don’t get me wrong. Every time someone tilts their head to the side and says “I’m sorry to hear about your grandma,” I have to force the tears back. I know that everyone means well, and I very much appreciate it, but every time I hear an apology, it’s just a reminder of what I lost.

Then, the tears start again. And, once they start, it’s hard to get them to stop.

But, like I said, this one won’t be as sad.

I used this weekend as an opportunity to complete #36 on the list: Take your camera with you for a whole day and capture everything and anything that takes your interest.

There’s no better time than time spent with family, and this past weekend only proved just how much we all love each other.

(Watch how my mom ignores her own child trying to get in the picture and cheeses for a picture with her nephew)

We persevered. And, I knew we would.

The weekend started off as really sad because we all knew why we were there. The only time we all gather together with so many of us is for two occasions: Grandma’s birthday and Christmas.

Since the former is gone now, I’m not even sure how the latter is gonna be spent.

But, we’re a persistent bunch, my family.

Whether we were being stubborn and staying outside till 11 at night just to talk to each other because there wasn’t enough room inside, making late night Waffle House runs, or watching my mom absolutely SUCK at Head’s Up (seriously, she’s horrible), we focused on the good times.

We reminisced on the Christmases that were spent there, the fact that Grandma always had food on the stove because “you know never know when someone is going to come to your house hungry,” and there was always a pound cake available on her cake stand.

There was an obvious empty presence in the house. There wasn’t anyone coming out of her room to tell us to quiet down while playing Taboo or anyone staying in the kitchen after being told multiple times to sit down and let other people cook.

But, we didn’t spend the whole weekend crying. (Maybe most of it, but not all)

(My sister, the 2nd most uncoordinated person ever carrying someone she probably shouldn’t)

I saw people that I hadn’t seen since I moved from my hometown six years ago (and whose names I pretended to remember). I was reminded multiple times of the fact that I am graduating in May (and should probably start sending out invitations). And I even had the privilege of speaking at the home-going with my brother and reciting a poem that my grandma made my brother and me recite for Easter.

We’re all strong, and we will get through this while the pain slowly dulls. If my grandmother’s children and their families are any testament to how amazing she was, I don’t know what it is.

nana — 9 out of 11 of her children looking SHARP. (I wonder where I get it from?)

We got through the funeral and gave Grandma the home-going that she deserved.

Well, she deserves the world.

And, now it seems that she has front row seats to the rest of it.

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Welcome home, Grandma.

Posted on November 23, 2015November 23, 2015 by jazzyuga

I’m not gonna promise that this one won’t be sad.

I’m not gonna promise that I’ll get through it without crying.

I’m not even gonna promise that there’ll be poor attempts at humor.

But, I’m gonna get through it. And, I’m gonna do it for one reason only.

To tell you amazing my grandmother was.

If you’re friends with me or have seen my red, puffy face in the past three days, you’ll know that my great-grandmother (called ‘Grandma’ because my actual grandmother wanted the name ‘Nana’) passed away Friday morning.

Needless to say, I’m not really doing well after hearing about it.

Everyone brags about their family members, and normally I would say something like “I’m clearly the best family member.” But, I’m not. With this woman leading the family, I probably wouldn’t even crack the top 5.

I’ve never in my life had the pleasure of knowing someone more selfless, caring, nurturing, kind, amazing, calm, hard-working, polite, quick-witted, ho-. I could go on, but I won’t.

I’ve cried so much that I’ve managed to dehydrate myself a couple of times. I’m pretty sure I scared away every person in my 11:15 class on Friday that I only went to to take my mind off it. And, this now makes the second time that I’ve run out of the gym crying after finding out some bad news.

It’s been rough. I think I’m purposely torturing myself by listening to “Better Days”, a song where a woman is talking about her grandmother the entire song, then ends with saying that her grandmother now has got her angel wings. I’m sure there’s some kind of psychological term for it; I keep turning it on every time I’m not distracted knowing that I’m going to end up in convulsions by the time it’s over. Maybe I’m trying to bring her back by listening to that song.

It won’t work, I know that.

My mom and I actually did have a good time reminiscing about her in the car today. We always bring up the time that my brother was given a simple task: call Grandma and tell her to come to the baseball field to watch the game. I’m not sure what was wrong with him, but he dialed her number and stumbled through the sentence about six different times before Grandma finally just said “Well, baby, what do you want?”

I still can’t get through that story without laughing my head off.

Or we can talk about the more recent time when the whole family was playing Taboo while Grandma was nodding off (aka she was sleeping and didn’t want to admit it). The word was something along the lines of a “trashy girl” or “a girl with no morals”. None of us could figure it out and after almost 10 seconds of silence, Grandma just calmly answers “whore” without flinching or opening her eyes.

Still the best Taboo moment we’ve ever had, and we’ve had a lot (we’re all obsessed with the game or maybe obsessed with beating each other; who knows?)

If it wasn’t for Grandma, I wouldn’t have gone to many of my Saturday softball practices. Saturday practices were back in my all-star days when I was pretty much dominating at everything (brushes shoulders off).

Right after this picture, my grandma said “If you ever have a problem with someone, you let God take care of Susie, you take care of yourself.” And, she couldn’t stop laughing.

Or we can think of all the times that my grandma fussed at my mom for not washing our clothes in the way that she preferred so she made us strip and she did it herself.

Personally, I didn’t see any difference after she washed them, but if it was going to make her happy, she could wash whatever she’d like.

I can be sad about it all I want, and I plan to.

But, as cliche as it sounds, she is far better off than we are. I mean, that woman probably got to the pearly gates and strutted on in.

We have this running joke that she was Jesus’s wife (because she is in fact Jesus’s wife), and I know there was a velvet-lined seat with her name on it and a seat warmer just so she would be comfortable.

Even though I’m still have trouble accepting it, I remembered something that she said last year: “Why does God keep taking all of my friends and leaving me here?”

She was ready to go. I may not have been ready to release her, but she was ready to go. She knew that Earth was always her temporary home, and her time here was up.

Grandma did her part. She served the Lord and served as a blessing to anyone that knew her for 92 wonderful years (she just had a birthday at the end of October). She did more than anyone I know, and she didn’t even know what Google was (take that every college student ever).

Although I had trouble with the fact that she won’t get to see me graduate college in May, she came to my high school one. And, she’ll pretty much have the best seat in the stadium come May.

She kept encouraging me to make sure that I never stopped reaching for my goals. And, she never stopped bragging on us. She was probably the only person in my family that understands just how amazing I am.

Awesomeness recognizes awesomeness, right?

I know she’s not sad anymore and that she’s having way more fun than I am down here.

It’ll take some getting used to knowing that I can’t call her anymore. It’s hard knowing that I won’t get to see her laugh that laugh that makes her eyes absolutely light up. It’s depressing realizing that I don’t have someone who can make me feel better with the simple recitation of a Bible verse.

And when we all attend her funeral this Saturday, we’ll give her the proper home-going that she deserves. She did so much down here, and I know she’s only going to accomplish more in Heaven.

And, with the Lord as her partner-in-crime, who knows what kind of trouble they’re going to get into?

I’m excited to have someone constantly watching down on me, and I know that her presence with me will never be gone.

So, don’t worry Grandma. I know you probably hate that I’ve been crying over you these past few days, and I can’t promise that it’s going to stop anytime soon.

But, I’ll get through this knowing that you want me to. And, I’ll move on with the knowledge that you’ve managed to instill in me these past 21 years.

I miss you more than words can say, but it’s time to trade off and let the people in Heaven get a taste of how amazing you are.

I love you, and I know that I’ll see you again eventually.

Welcome home, Grandma.