Seven years...

This exact time seven years ago I was spending my days, every day, all day, texting a boy I had met only a month earlier. On September 21, 2007 I went out on a limb and said yes to going on a date with that boy. A week later on September 28 we became Matt and Sierra, and have been ever since. Finding my future husband at the age of 18 was not what I had planned, but my plans didn't matter. 

He as brought me into a world of Christian metal, video games, Raiders football, only childhood, impressions, songs..so many songs, and more laughter than I could have ever imagined possible. I brought him into a world of books, siblings, farm life, swimming, fishing, holding hands, cupcakes, and laughs that include snorts. We strive to be the type of couple that make people believe in love again. We fight, sometimes yell (well I yell, he never yells) but mostly we just laugh. I never in a million years would have thought that someone would make me laugh as much as he does. Being around Matt is kinda like always being around a puppy. It is hard to hate Matt, just like it is hard to hate a puppy. 

We aren't like a lot of married people, we spend a lot of time doing our own things, and it works. He goes out of town with Beholder and I sit at home and watch more TV than I ever should, and it works. I go and stay weekends with my siblings and Matt hangs with his friends or family, and it works. It works because making a mountain out of a mole hill will destroy a relationship. I am by no means saying we are perfect or that we have it all figured out, but I am saying we make a pretty great team. I work with a guy who has told us on more than one occasion that we are the best married couple he has ever met, and let me tell you, nothing makes me more happy than that. 

The past seven years have not been a cake walk, but they have been perfectly imperfect. Perfection doesn't exist, but I'd like to think that I'm living the closest thing to it. 

So, here is to seven years Matty. Thank you for always being a shoulder to cry on, a high five, a kiss, a good laugh when I need it, but most importantly thanks to excepting me, and all my imperfections, oh and the fact that not only did you marry me, but you married Kandi, Garrett, and Dagger too.

The second picture of us ever taken, circa 2007

Why Our Generation Sucks

As I walked around campus today it hit me that our generation sucks. Now, this isn't to make anyone mad, and I am part of all this, so don't hate me. So why does our generation suck? I think it can be summed up in two words: smart phones. As a server I see couples or families coming out to eat and every single one of them are on their phone instead of talking. I hate that, when did we stop even being able to talk to our family?

We have come so dependent on phones that we have forgotten how to be real people. We don't want to talk on the phone, we want to text. Now, texting really is a great thing, and I do it a lot, but the fact that it is replacing our actual conversations is heart breaking. It is like we have forgotten how to be a human and we are kinda like robots. One thing that I hate more than anything is when I'm trying to talk to someone and they are texing someone else. Really, you can't just wait to text back until our conversation is over? 

The fact that Facebook and Twitter are at our fingertips 100% of the time is really annoying. Once again, I am including myself in this, because I check Facebook a lot. If you walk into a classroom 5 minutes before it starts, I promise you will see over half of the people sitting there on Facebook or Twitter. Is everyone else's lives so exciting that we must know everything they are doing? Why do we post our whole lives for the world to see? What happened to privacy? The fact that we can't use Facebook only in our free time means we have forgotten about real people interaction. Back in the day when I would walk into the classroom on that first day I would always strike up a conversation with someone sitting near me, but now I don't. Why? I don't need to, I'm checking out the world of Facebook. Apparently reading about a kid I spoke to twice in high school  going to the grocery store is much more exciting than meeting a new person, right? Wrong. 

The dumbest social media outlet that has taken over is Snapchat. I have Snapchat, and every time I send a snap I think to myself, this is so dumb, why am I doing this.  What is the point of sending a picture to someone that they can only see for like 10 seconds? We have forgotten how to really chat and now we just know how to Snapchat. 

So how does this mean that our generation suck? We suck because we are robots! We don't create friendships like we used to, we can't have real conversations, and we no longer talk on the phone. We are a social group of people and the only way we know how to be social is while looking at a screen. 

I'm not saying texting, Facebook, Twitter, and Snapchat are bad, I'm saying the addiction they have created is. Count how many times you get on Facebook, Twitter, or Snapchat in a day. I think the number will amaze you. Try having a real conversation with someone, instead of being glued to your phone. Look up, see the beauty in people and in the world around you. Notice other people's faces, their voice, what they are saying instead of posting.  Let's learn to be a humans again, let's pull away from the fact that we are turning into robots. 

Saber

On Sunday Matt and I went to my grandma's and saw something very small in the middle of the road. At first I thought it was a rabbit, but as we got closer we realized it was a kitten. When we got closer to the kitten it ran into a cornfield. We pulled over and I climbed out. As soon as I said "here kitty kitty," it ran right up to me and meowed. I picked her up and she climbed all over me and Matt in the car. We got her to my grandma's and gave her some food. She ate almost a whole can of cat food. We followed me around and wanted to be held and petted the whole time. 

Long story short as much as we wanted to keep her, we could not because we live in an apartment. My sister did end up taking her! We brought her home for one night until my sister could get her the next day. We is an amazing kitty. Wants to love and cuddle you, slept all night long, instantly used the litter box. She is perfect. I'm so glad Kandi took her because I get a picture of her everyday and I can still cuddle her and see her grow. In the less than 24 hours we had her I fell in love with her. Named dubbed her "Cutie" but her real name is Saber. 

We are so thankful we were able to save her life and now she has a great life with a big brother who loves to play, even though she only wants to play with pieces of paper. She went to the vet today, she is 6 months old and weighs 2 lbs. She got wormed and flied and all her shots. 

Relaxing with her new mom