Okay not to slap men directly in the face.. wait, yes to do exactly that. Not all men, just the ones that take away from the joy of a baby coming into the world. I change my mind instead of being negative, I'm going to be positive. So I'm extending the title to the Monday-Monday dads as well.
As I grow older I realize all of the hard work that my mother and father put into my childhood. Just crazy, I feel bad for them because I think the job continues to get harder as I get older instead of easier hehe ;) But now here I am with so many of my girlfriends that our mothers and I am so proud of how well they are at being mothers. I think magic happens in that delivery room, well actually before that because they start the magic nine months before. It is amazing to see the differences in a woman as her pregnancy progresses. I don't think that children are necessarily for me, at least for as long as I can see... But I will always have an enormous amount of respect for any woman that can take a 6 hour car trip alone with her little boy/girl and continue to answer, Why is the grass green? Why are we going slow? Why can't we race that car? Why can't we have McDonalds? and Why do I have to go to my dads? Hopefully the last question is never asked. I am also proud of all of my guy friends that work hard to be a part of their childrens lives, because I have seen that as well. I just can't help but be a little bit jealous at this point (because I don't have a child) of the man, who gets to play the vacation dad on the weekend. How fun to be able to go about a single life, and then 2 out of 14 days play super dad. This is most often not their fault at all though because the mother would rather have their child all day everyday... and maybe that is how the man feels as well and it is harder on him. . . But no, no I don't think so.
I think that men should have to wear a pregnant belly for the first 9 months as well. They can continue to go on the bike runs, get wasted at the local bar and have multiple partners... They just better find a way to do it with a 8lb belly. Moral of my story.... I just wanted to rant about how proud I am of all women single, or not single that are great mothers! I am so proud to know so many great women!
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
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Monday, April 4, 2011
A Bad Day Put Into Perspective.
I just love this :))
So.. the last 7 days have been anything but ideal. Graduation seems to be more stress than pleasure. I was letting the stress of the last semester of school, and my busy work schedule get the best of me. I know that I do have a busy schedule and often take on too many tasks at one time. Thursday when I left my love, blogging class, I was in the worst mood. I came home and layed in my bed feeling sorry for myself during the 30 minute break that I was supposed to be getting ready for work in. I left my phone on silent, not wanting to talk to anyone and continued to feel sorry for myself. When I was in the car and on my way I called my sister back, my missed call. She started off by checking on me because she knows how big of a freak I am and how I stress myself out. She made me feel a bit better before she dropped the real news. The real reason that she had called and not text. Moudy, one of my best role models and friend, who was in remission of breast cancer, had just found out it was back. All of a sudden everything changed. My problems and worries were completely put to shame. How could I be so selfish and all about me?
Moudy .. Ms. Moudy was my 6th grade reading teacher, but before that she was the high school cheer coach... and I, I was the little girl who dreamed to be a high school cheerleader. Gross okay I know now, but it's the truth. I was in the summer cheer camps she put from 1st-4th grade. In 5th grade I made middle school cheerleader and she was my coach. Oh, she was meeeaaanuhhh lol, she scared me at first.. pretty much everyday of my first summer. I spent every summer with her from fifth grade to my senior year of cheer. My senior year all the hard work that we had put in paid off, all of the saturday practices, everyday summer practices, camps, tumbling gyms, laughs, tears and a couple broken noses here and there hehe. We won state my senior year, it was an amazing feeling. I had amazing coaches and girls that I got to share it with. Moudy is still an amazing coach, teacher and person that continues to mother many daughters through the some of the awkward years of their lives. She definitely made us work and held us to standards that we didn't always understand. No holding a boys hand in uniform? haha come on Moudy! Now that I have gotten older I understand most of her logic, what I don't understand is where the dedication of teachers and coaches come from? Every morning from 8-12 at the gym scuuurrr no thanks! That is just me being selfish but of course her or Rochelle (assistant coach) don't have a selfish bone in their body.
Well that is a little about her and her personality. Although she doesn't have children of her own, she has many children that consider to her to be some part of a mother to them, whether she likes it or not!
Back to the focus. She is dealing with cancer again. Every. Day. It makes me sick. Literally, sick. I hate it how the most amazing people always seem to have the most unamazing things happen to them. No worries though, she has gotten through it once. She will beat it again. If you pray, feel free to keep her in them, we'll take the help we get ;)
Monday, March 28, 2011
The D word.
The D word. The D word is the code word I use for the ex love of your young baby life and or your ex future. We don't name the puppy these days, just call him/her... The D word. I will go ahead and share with you that I have been fortunate, or unfortunate enough to care about two special people, both names started with D. As does the word dating. So... it only makes sense to us.
So none of my blogs have necessarily been about boys. So this one, and hopefully only this one will be about it. Living with two beautiful and intelligent young women, there are many boys that run through the talk of everyday dinner and social talk. Although none of us let boy talk fill the complete air of all of our conversations, they always seem to creep up at some point. One of my girlfriends who is happily boo'd up brought it to my attention that all of her single friends are all in contact with their ex boyfriends. I, who am perfectly happy being lonely (really I am, not just a sad plea that I convince myself of) am one hundred percent guilty of this, as are both of my roommates. We don't keep in every day touch with them, but there is always touch. As I date or not date others and months go by, it begins to feel weird that I have not "checked up" or the D word has not "checked up" on me. It is nothing big, but maybe just a hello, how have you been?
-Why?
If I ever do decide that I am ready to move into a relationship is this something that I need to kiss good bye as well? . . . Obviously the D word blog has caught me in a good mood tonight, because I am not always as positive about our "check ins" . . . Sometimes, ... often times, I want to slowly cut one, or both of the D words, mainly one though. I think D words like to slowly string women along as a back up plan, or is that what we are doing? Who is really guilty? Can we really blame each other?
Eh gross. In my case, I really do care about the(se) D word, as a person. We both are well, but do not go well together. It is almost as if we like to sometimes check to make sure the flame is still there, and once we do... the same things happen and we go back to our normal lives without each other. Phsycotic right? .... right. I do however know that almost all of my girlfriends have been guilty of this act on more than one occasion. The D word. The word to use to mention when you are walking out the door and you are asked, where are you going? The D word, that is your answer. A way to let everyone know, you know how stupid you are, and to remind them that they are as well because we all have our guilty pleasure, our D word. Damn you D word.
I can't keep up with these turning tables.
So none of my blogs have necessarily been about boys. So this one, and hopefully only this one will be about it. Living with two beautiful and intelligent young women, there are many boys that run through the talk of everyday dinner and social talk. Although none of us let boy talk fill the complete air of all of our conversations, they always seem to creep up at some point. One of my girlfriends who is happily boo'd up brought it to my attention that all of her single friends are all in contact with their ex boyfriends. I, who am perfectly happy being lonely (really I am, not just a sad plea that I convince myself of) am one hundred percent guilty of this, as are both of my roommates. We don't keep in every day touch with them, but there is always touch. As I date or not date others and months go by, it begins to feel weird that I have not "checked up" or the D word has not "checked up" on me. It is nothing big, but maybe just a hello, how have you been?
-Why?
If I ever do decide that I am ready to move into a relationship is this something that I need to kiss good bye as well? . . . Obviously the D word blog has caught me in a good mood tonight, because I am not always as positive about our "check ins" . . . Sometimes, ... often times, I want to slowly cut one, or both of the D words, mainly one though. I think D words like to slowly string women along as a back up plan, or is that what we are doing? Who is really guilty? Can we really blame each other?
Eh gross. In my case, I really do care about the(se) D word, as a person. We both are well, but do not go well together. It is almost as if we like to sometimes check to make sure the flame is still there, and once we do... the same things happen and we go back to our normal lives without each other. Phsycotic right? .... right. I do however know that almost all of my girlfriends have been guilty of this act on more than one occasion. The D word. The word to use to mention when you are walking out the door and you are asked, where are you going? The D word, that is your answer. A way to let everyone know, you know how stupid you are, and to remind them that they are as well because we all have our guilty pleasure, our D word. Damn you D word.
I can't keep up with these turning tables.
Sunday, March 20, 2011
City Sisters
Sooo when I first moved to OKC, I knew uhm.. no one. I set out to get my first job, scared out of my knickers. I decided to get a job at Buckle (Very top secret info, don't judge, I was 19... hater.) Anywho, The day of my interview came up and I got a really weird freakish eye infection, where it watered constantly and I could barely look at the light. I needed to cancel, but what kind of message was that sending?.. This girl can't even make it to her interview... NEXXXT. So I went. Tasha interviewed me, eye watering and all. Little did I know, Tasha would become one of my best friends. My first year in the city was crazy. I dealt with a lot of things here and back home that first year and these people helped me get through, and shape the lady that I have become.
Now four years later, everyone has gone on with their lives which have ended up winding down total opposite roads. That is how I know it is true friendship. Everyone is completely different from each other, and all busy with very different lives, but we all get together one time a month for our monthly girls dinner date. Tonight was dinner date number seven. It might seem like a simple task, but getting 5 ladies in their midish twenties together is harder than it seems. Let me brag a bit on my Buckle ladies ;)
Tasha and I still work together at ULTA. She moves, I move. She is still my boss and I love every minute of it. She has two of the sweetest cutest boys in the world. CJ and Davian. <3 them She is probably the most caring and compassionate woman a person could ever meet. I don't know what I would do without her.
Ty is ... Ty. :) Ty is crazy and outgoing.. she talks all the time and jumps from subject to subject without apology. She graduated from UCO and now is a free bird. She works all the time so that she can play all the time. She is always in NY, or Vegas or her next trip, to Barbados. She is a single gal with two puppy kids of her own and loving their company way too much lol.
Rachel is hilarious. She is very down to earth and compassionate as well. She has two twin babies. Kellon and Macy. Adorable. She is married to her Buckle sweetheart and they pretty much have the fairytale ending, although she always assures me to take my time ;) She is from a small town as well, so I know she always knows where I am coming from.
Dacia is so sweet and probably a bit too innocent at times. She would give money or the shirt on her back to anyone. We have to stop her sometimes. She lives in the Elk City area now so we really only get to see her once a month. She has a serious boyfriend but no children or ring as of now.
These girls are more like sisterly figures to me. Even though I only get to see some of them once a month they are always full of big sister advice for me. They are all extremely different and all have different plans and ideas on what success is to them.
Our dinner tonight lasted through appetizers, entrees, drinks, three and a half hours and tons of laughs. Sometimes it is nice to get away from every day and slip into the past. It is nice to reminisce about the good days, but it just as good to plan the future.. as long as you know you have people to keep you up through the good and bad.
I am so lucky to have sisters like these women. Love them all.
Now four years later, everyone has gone on with their lives which have ended up winding down total opposite roads. That is how I know it is true friendship. Everyone is completely different from each other, and all busy with very different lives, but we all get together one time a month for our monthly girls dinner date. Tonight was dinner date number seven. It might seem like a simple task, but getting 5 ladies in their midish twenties together is harder than it seems. Let me brag a bit on my Buckle ladies ;)
These girls are more like sisterly figures to me. Even though I only get to see some of them once a month they are always full of big sister advice for me. They are all extremely different and all have different plans and ideas on what success is to them.
Our dinner tonight lasted through appetizers, entrees, drinks, three and a half hours and tons of laughs. Sometimes it is nice to get away from every day and slip into the past. It is nice to reminisce about the good days, but it just as good to plan the future.. as long as you know you have people to keep you up through the good and bad.
I am so lucky to have sisters like these women. Love them all.
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Friday, March 18, 2011
Please don't fail me now..
Literally Dr. Clark please don't... This is my attempt to catch up on blogging. Here we goooo.
Let me rack my brain.
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Scurrr I'm gonna fail.
Okay, my spring break...
My spring break was nothing crazy.. well except one night, I celebrated my 22nd birthday again somehow, and they all bought it. (My birthday and the drinks ;)) I might of headed downtown on a week night with my roommate and some of her coworkers. The night was uhm, a fail or a success... depending on how you look at things. It was fun to say the least. Let me just say this, I woke up in a closet with no shoes, an abercrombie? shirt on and a bruise on my chin. That was the first time in yearrrsss that I have become stupid and acted like a 19 year old sneaking alcohol from their mother's liquor cabinet lol. I suppose I thought I would bring a fun spring break to OKC? Not sure what was going through my mind but everyone woke up alive and no one drove anywhere. The 2 most important things.
The other days of my break were spent more productively, working... working... working and a couple of movies. Today has been a day of organizing, groceries, a jog, a teeny bit of studying and enjoying the weather.. Hope everyone else has enjoyed their break. See you lovers Tuesday.
Let me rack my brain.
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Scurrr I'm gonna fail.
Okay, my spring break...
My spring break was nothing crazy.. well except one night, I celebrated my 22nd birthday again somehow, and they all bought it. (My birthday and the drinks ;)) I might of headed downtown on a week night with my roommate and some of her coworkers. The night was uhm, a fail or a success... depending on how you look at things. It was fun to say the least. Let me just say this, I woke up in a closet with no shoes, an abercrombie? shirt on and a bruise on my chin. That was the first time in yearrrsss that I have become stupid and acted like a 19 year old sneaking alcohol from their mother's liquor cabinet lol. I suppose I thought I would bring a fun spring break to OKC? Not sure what was going through my mind but everyone woke up alive and no one drove anywhere. The 2 most important things.
The other days of my break were spent more productively, working... working... working and a couple of movies. Today has been a day of organizing, groceries, a jog, a teeny bit of studying and enjoying the weather.. Hope everyone else has enjoyed their break. See you lovers Tuesday.
Thought that I would just share a sweet lil pic I took, my grandma and grandpa :)
I took a very basic photography class and got to try to attempt to find my creative side. This is one of the pictures that I took and that I actually love. These two kids have been through more than just years with each other. Although I am not the biggest believer in long lasting perfect relationships, and question if I am the relationship kind of gal of times this picture makes me want to be in one eventually. I sometimes think that I just want to be an aunt to all of my friend's children and just have a great job and maybe a fish, buuut at the end of it all do I want to be in a rockin' chair alone with 9 cats? EEk I don't know about that one... Good thing I have plenty of time, I think I'll take it. :)
Meh, I'll throw this one in as well... he was a sweet fella I seen at a gas station and I begged him to let me take his pic. He let me, but only after talking my leg off for almost an hour. He was a sweet widdle ole man. I got my picture and life lessons and he got someone to listen to him ;). Success at it's best.
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Nighttime adventures of my 20 something years.
Okay so I know I must get better about this blogging business, I just don't have a specific theme to write about, and it's a bit new/weird puttin all my biznet out there... but here I go again :)
Okay so I here I am, some days blessed and some days cursed with the fact of being a girl, lady, mam, and miss. I would only say it is a curse one out of about every 1,217 days, the other days it is full of fun and friends, at least for me and that is what I am writing about so it works out for this post. I work and am a responsible young adult almost all day, usually six out of the seven days a week. I do my homework, I volunteer, I am a manager at a retail store and I vote, I'd say I am a pretty outstanding citizen most of the time. Every once in awhile though, a girl has to shake it up, and I happen to be good at that.
My roommate is a waitress at 501 and happen to stumble upon someone who was invited to a hair and make up show downtown. She smuggled her two roommates in with her and the night began. The show was late so we decided to have a couple drinks while we waited. We were outside when a boy came up going on about how he was Australian. Wamp, wamp, I thought.. typical line. I replied back in my accent telling him I as well from Australia. He was excited and ask me where at in Australia I was from. Still thinking that he was a liar trying to get some attention I decided to be funny.. Australia City! Australia City?? Yes, the capitial of Australia!! I figured he would buy it hehe. Turnnnnnsss out, that is nooot the capital of Australia?? and he indeed was a real life Australian. License to prove it, of course I made him show me. I'm not about to be punked by a want to be Australian!
So.... The night went on, us and our Australian loves :)
... Is this where I need to put the parental block thing on... BAhaha Just kiddin
Okay Okay, so the show started and we went back inside, the night was already a success. Once you find two Australian cuties, THAT is when you know you have realllly made it, little did we know the night hadn't even started!
We went on down to another club bar thing downtown, I know I am not old by any means but I felt like I was the oldest person there. Yuck we had to be on our way, enough is enough. We decided we would head on down to Western, a nice normal bar, full of somewhat normal people.. nothing too crazy right?...
_Wrong_
Everything was going great, girls just having a good, fun, nice weathered night. I however have two secret passions. Australian men, and hot dogs at 2am with sauerkraut. I am not your average lady, add onions please! I was standing in my peaceful line when a crazy fight started. I just stood and watched surprised at first at everything that happening so quickly. One short, ugly, punk kid that was most likely mad because he only stood 4'2'' was man handling a large amount of normal adult sized men. Soon everyone was swinging in all directions. The friendly middle aged man standing in line waiting for a hot dog was the next victim. He was just standing minding his own business when the ugly small person hit him one time square in the face. The man fell straight to the ground, the first thing to hit was his head. The other boys continued to fight while asking in a screaming annoying tone... "WHO WANTS IT NEXT?? WHICH ONE OF YOU *BLEEPS* WANTS IT NOW?!?!.. eh I was so annoyed I yelled at him, "You hurt him!!!!" ... He didn't pay any attention at all to my screams. When I looked down at my fellow hot dog hungry friend he was bleeding out of his mouth nose and what looked to be his eyes as well. There was a puddle forming behind his head. It was one of the scariest things I'd ever seen. Not knowing what to do, I for some odd reason ran into the bar and got him a glass of water? I don't know I wasn't thinking clearly.. but someone else grabbed paper towels and I held his head until the police and ambulances got there. He was an extremely nice guy and I just tried to keep him calm until people that knew what to do arrived. Even though he was in a crazy amount of pain he continued to thank me over and over. I wanted to find the short kid and beat him myself. The EMT people assured me that he was going to be okay and just needed to be stitched up. I still feel really bad for him, he was just standing there. GRR. My shoes were ruined :( That ugly short guy owes me a pair!
After all of that, Ednas wouldn't even let me in to wash up because it was after 2am and they had already had issues. I was disgusting, blood was all over my shoes and tights ehhh gross sorry I know. They finally brought me antibacterial and rags outside for me to clean up with. I do have some good news though.. I did receive a complimentary hot dog complete with sauerkraut and onions for my good work. OOh what a night!
The rest of the night was a rap, we got lost on our way home, my roomie almost peed her pants, we stopped at a weird trashy gas stations where there were a lot of white girls dropping the n bomb everywhere and dressing like... maybe that's rude so I will just stop. We finalllly made it home! We were in our beds happy roommates again..... Until the knock of an ex boyfriend was at the door?! What, wait, aren't normal people sleeping at this time.. yes, but does it seem, like me or either of my demented roomies date normal guys...sheesh come on that would be crazy. So one short Jerry Springer show later the doors were locked again!! Then it dawned on me... I won't get to have the crazy nights forever, so I will enjoy them to the fullest. :)
Okay so I here I am, some days blessed and some days cursed with the fact of being a girl, lady, mam, and miss. I would only say it is a curse one out of about every 1,217 days, the other days it is full of fun and friends, at least for me and that is what I am writing about so it works out for this post. I work and am a responsible young adult almost all day, usually six out of the seven days a week. I do my homework, I volunteer, I am a manager at a retail store and I vote, I'd say I am a pretty outstanding citizen most of the time. Every once in awhile though, a girl has to shake it up, and I happen to be good at that.
My roommate is a waitress at 501 and happen to stumble upon someone who was invited to a hair and make up show downtown. She smuggled her two roommates in with her and the night began. The show was late so we decided to have a couple drinks while we waited. We were outside when a boy came up going on about how he was Australian. Wamp, wamp, I thought.. typical line. I replied back in my accent telling him I as well from Australia. He was excited and ask me where at in Australia I was from. Still thinking that he was a liar trying to get some attention I decided to be funny.. Australia City! Australia City?? Yes, the capitial of Australia!! I figured he would buy it hehe. Turnnnnnsss out, that is nooot the capital of Australia?? and he indeed was a real life Australian. License to prove it, of course I made him show me. I'm not about to be punked by a want to be Australian!
So.... The night went on, us and our Australian loves :)
... Is this where I need to put the parental block thing on... BAhaha Just kiddin
Okay Okay, so the show started and we went back inside, the night was already a success. Once you find two Australian cuties, THAT is when you know you have realllly made it, little did we know the night hadn't even started!
We went on down to another club bar thing downtown, I know I am not old by any means but I felt like I was the oldest person there. Yuck we had to be on our way, enough is enough. We decided we would head on down to Western, a nice normal bar, full of somewhat normal people.. nothing too crazy right?...
_Wrong_
Everything was going great, girls just having a good, fun, nice weathered night. I however have two secret passions. Australian men, and hot dogs at 2am with sauerkraut. I am not your average lady, add onions please! I was standing in my peaceful line when a crazy fight started. I just stood and watched surprised at first at everything that happening so quickly. One short, ugly, punk kid that was most likely mad because he only stood 4'2'' was man handling a large amount of normal adult sized men. Soon everyone was swinging in all directions. The friendly middle aged man standing in line waiting for a hot dog was the next victim. He was just standing minding his own business when the ugly small person hit him one time square in the face. The man fell straight to the ground, the first thing to hit was his head. The other boys continued to fight while asking in a screaming annoying tone... "WHO WANTS IT NEXT?? WHICH ONE OF YOU *BLEEPS* WANTS IT NOW?!?!.. eh I was so annoyed I yelled at him, "You hurt him!!!!" ... He didn't pay any attention at all to my screams. When I looked down at my fellow hot dog hungry friend he was bleeding out of his mouth nose and what looked to be his eyes as well. There was a puddle forming behind his head. It was one of the scariest things I'd ever seen. Not knowing what to do, I for some odd reason ran into the bar and got him a glass of water? I don't know I wasn't thinking clearly.. but someone else grabbed paper towels and I held his head until the police and ambulances got there. He was an extremely nice guy and I just tried to keep him calm until people that knew what to do arrived. Even though he was in a crazy amount of pain he continued to thank me over and over. I wanted to find the short kid and beat him myself. The EMT people assured me that he was going to be okay and just needed to be stitched up. I still feel really bad for him, he was just standing there. GRR. My shoes were ruined :( That ugly short guy owes me a pair!
After all of that, Ednas wouldn't even let me in to wash up because it was after 2am and they had already had issues. I was disgusting, blood was all over my shoes and tights ehhh gross sorry I know. They finally brought me antibacterial and rags outside for me to clean up with. I do have some good news though.. I did receive a complimentary hot dog complete with sauerkraut and onions for my good work. OOh what a night!
The rest of the night was a rap, we got lost on our way home, my roomie almost peed her pants, we stopped at a weird trashy gas stations where there were a lot of white girls dropping the n bomb everywhere and dressing like... maybe that's rude so I will just stop. We finalllly made it home! We were in our beds happy roommates again..... Until the knock of an ex boyfriend was at the door?! What, wait, aren't normal people sleeping at this time.. yes, but does it seem, like me or either of my demented roomies date normal guys...sheesh come on that would be crazy. So one short Jerry Springer show later the doors were locked again!! Then it dawned on me... I won't get to have the crazy nights forever, so I will enjoy them to the fullest. :)
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Not so snowed in.
Oh well it looks like today is day two in the beginning of cabin fever. EEk I hope not, but just in case, we decided to venture out in the snow. We, being me and my two roomates and their two boyfriends had been in our house stuck for all of thirteen hours when we decided we could not take it one more second. Savannah and I decided if we were going to stuck in this home we were going to need beverages of choice to assist us in our boredom and old school freshman year card games. Yep, we brought it back.
We knew for sure we would be okay as long as we just bundled up well. The convenience store was only about a mile away and since we all of a sudden took form of beasts it was nothing.
We decided about 100 yards down the road that the problem was not the cold, we were tired. We felt like we were walking through hip high water. Gew it was horrible. Then we thought, "How are we going to carry everything back?" Oh myyy, too late we couldn't show back up at the house empty handed.
When we made it out of the neighborhood and onto 33rd we seen them. . . "HELLLOOOOO FELLLOOOW WALKEERRRSSS," we yelled. They waved back, too tired to speak lol.
One of the nice gents was nice enough to rehydrate us as we continued our hike. Thank the lawd for nice people!
We eventually made it! After falling into a snow drift that was up to my waist and Savannah having to fish me out, but really only getting herself stuck worse and losing my debit card and id in the snow we were on our way back! Yessss the houuuussseeee I cannnn seeee ittttttt. We made it inside and stripped down of our 9 layers of clothing. We warmed up and enjoyed the rest of the night inside. The beverages ended up being the perfect nyquil. We were asleep by 11:00. I hope everyone enjoyed their snow dayS as much as we have.
We knew for sure we would be okay as long as we just bundled up well. The convenience store was only about a mile away and since we all of a sudden took form of beasts it was nothing.
We decided about 100 yards down the road that the problem was not the cold, we were tired. We felt like we were walking through hip high water. Gew it was horrible. Then we thought, "How are we going to carry everything back?" Oh myyy, too late we couldn't show back up at the house empty handed.
When we made it out of the neighborhood and onto 33rd we seen them. . . "HELLLOOOOO FELLLOOOW WALKEERRRSSS," we yelled. They waved back, too tired to speak lol.
One of the nice gents was nice enough to rehydrate us as we continued our hike. Thank the lawd for nice people!
Where the heart is.
Last weekend I was able to make the journey to my roots. :) Northeastern Oklahoma.. No, not Tulsa. I said Noooorttthassssternnn, as in the farthest north, and the farthest east you can go while still being in Oklahoma. I don't really know what town I verify as being my home. When explaining to people I usually just mention Miami, or Joplin, Missiouri because explaining where I actually live is just way to hard and complicated. I live in the country. I live in Picher school district, have a Picher phone number, a Miami zip code and I went to school in Commerce my whole life, so take your pick. Owp well wait, I guess Picher isn't a town technically?? Owhh, that is a blog of its own. Back to the story-
My family.. that's where I consider home. They are the best. I didn't get to spend much time with them over the holidays due to the evil word of retail. I decided to take my roomie, Roselie with me on this journey. I think it's funny that we, here in Oklahoma City, talk with a knowledge that we are not really in a big city buuuut let me tell you, where I come from it is. ;) So I decided to take a "city girl" back with me to the country. She is always up for anything so she tagged a long. <3 her.
It was a great trip. The weather was perfect for a day at the chats riding. What are the chats you ask, .... the reason my town has been shut down. Picher Drama.. You thought you had it? anyway, they say dangerous.. I say childhood at its best. We took the top off of the jeep and took it for a spin. It was theee best. When we got to the chats, one of only about five places still left, we obviously weren't the only ones with the idea, it was packed.
I love being able to get back home, it just puts things back into perspective for me. Whether that place is the country, the big city, or the small city for you, it is just nice to have that place. The trip didn't last long enough as always. Before I knew it my dad was loading my luggage in the car and checking my car out before I could get back on the road, same routine every time. I love being in a city setting and I think I may die if I ever moved back for good, but it is the most amazing place to go back to. My family is without a doubt my everything. My mom will always be sure to put me in my place when I think I'm just a little too hot. My dad will remind me of the hard work that goes into every thing that I enjoy everyday. My sister is my best friend and reminds me when I really do need to listen to my mom or dad. Mason, my nephew is my superstar in the making, my boo, my man, my main, my everything and my friends are the greatest support system in the world, always making sure I step instead of fall.
I wouldn't change my hometown(s) for anything.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
For You Clark :)
Ohhhh Propshition 1
I am attending Vote No on Proposition 1 on Facebook. This makes it official. I will admit after speaking in class with some students, started to question my own opinion. Buuuuut after asking questions with my fellow genius blogging class I am back on the right side of the fence. I do not believe that increasing student activity fees is a completely disgusting idea, but the fact that the money is going to our not so amazing football team is, no disrespect. It does sound like some of our athletic departments do need funding but I think a better proportioned amount could be handed out.
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Our Own Educated Okie?
Kurt Hochenauer recently joined our class to help give us some an inside scoop on his succesful blog "Okie Funk." I actually checked it out and although it is quite wordy, very interesting. I also like his links to other similar blogs. He was a pretty cool guy, pretty laid back and totally liberal which is hard to come by outside of a higher educational institute in Oklahoma. He wasn't shy about his opinions and totally participated in our question answer part of class, even the ones he made a funny face about after hearing. He was a good sport. His blog has been very succesful and has landed him a side job, he made it very clear that he did it for fun only and not to make money. I like the fact that it is ad free and not just a sell out of good thoughts. We liked, come on back now ya hear'.
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Guest Speaker and Huffington Post.
We were fortunate enough to have a guest speaker in our class some odd days ago. She was very interesting and gave some light on how blogging is coming around to be a real profession. I still have mixed feelings about journalists being linked from the newspaper site to their personal blogs?.. I, in a way don't want to really know their personality. That is why they are a journalist and not a commentator.... On the other hand, ratings are slipping and we must give people what they want. What better way then letting the journalist become a personality. I have mixed feelings, but I'm not a journalist so what do I know. Maybe one day I have an actual opinion but for now I will continue going back and forth.
Meh, on AOL buying Huffington Post.. I, I .. I really don't care. Its not as if they are the number one most reliable paper anywaaayyy. I do however hope that they keep their "swag" the same. hehe
Good Day for now.
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In class we were supposed to find professional blogs to follow as well as our classmates, it didn't take long before I found two that were very interesting to me. The first one is called Small Hands, Big Ideas. It is a
mix of ideas, inspiration, career goals, and relationships of a woman in her twenty something. She writes about things that are easily relatable for people of my generation. Last week she even blogged about the importance of blogging in todays world. http://smallhandsbigideas.com/
Another cute blog I found is called Good Girl Gone Blog. It is a blog more focused on fashion, photography, food and good shoe deals. It is just a cute blog that focuses on the unimportant, important things. :) http://thegoodgirlgoneblog.com/
Gerritsen Beach Blogger
Read Me
I am completely confused on why this is a bad thing? I think that the guy has the right to write whatever he wants and the parents and citizens sound like they need to listen to what he has to say more than anyone.
Here is his actual blog.
http://www.gerritsenbeach.net/
I am attending Vote No on Proposition 1 on Facebook. This makes it official. I will admit after speaking in class with some students, started to question my own opinion. Buuuuut after asking questions with my fellow genius blogging class I am back on the right side of the fence. I do not believe that increasing student activity fees is a completely disgusting idea, but the fact that the money is going to our not so amazing football team is, no disrespect. It does sound like some of our athletic departments do need funding but I think a better proportioned amount could be handed out.
_________________________________________________________________________
Our Own Educated Okie?
Kurt Hochenauer recently joined our class to help give us some an inside scoop on his succesful blog "Okie Funk." I actually checked it out and although it is quite wordy, very interesting. I also like his links to other similar blogs. He was a pretty cool guy, pretty laid back and totally liberal which is hard to come by outside of a higher educational institute in Oklahoma. He wasn't shy about his opinions and totally participated in our question answer part of class, even the ones he made a funny face about after hearing. He was a good sport. His blog has been very succesful and has landed him a side job, he made it very clear that he did it for fun only and not to make money. I like the fact that it is ad free and not just a sell out of good thoughts. We liked, come on back now ya hear'.
__________________________________________________________________________________
Guest Speaker and Huffington Post.
We were fortunate enough to have a guest speaker in our class some odd days ago. She was very interesting and gave some light on how blogging is coming around to be a real profession. I still have mixed feelings about journalists being linked from the newspaper site to their personal blogs?.. I, in a way don't want to really know their personality. That is why they are a journalist and not a commentator.... On the other hand, ratings are slipping and we must give people what they want. What better way then letting the journalist become a personality. I have mixed feelings, but I'm not a journalist so what do I know. Maybe one day I have an actual opinion but for now I will continue going back and forth.
Meh, on AOL buying Huffington Post.. I, I .. I really don't care. Its not as if they are the number one most reliable paper anywaaayyy. I do however hope that they keep their "swag" the same. hehe
Good Day for now.
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In class we were supposed to find professional blogs to follow as well as our classmates, it didn't take long before I found two that were very interesting to me. The first one is called Small Hands, Big Ideas. It is a
mix of ideas, inspiration, career goals, and relationships of a woman in her twenty something. She writes about things that are easily relatable for people of my generation. Last week she even blogged about the importance of blogging in todays world. http://smallhandsbigideas.com/
Another cute blog I found is called Good Girl Gone Blog. It is a blog more focused on fashion, photography, food and good shoe deals. It is just a cute blog that focuses on the unimportant, important things. :) http://thegoodgirlgoneblog.com/
Gerritsen Beach Blogger
Read Me
I am completely confused on why this is a bad thing? I think that the guy has the right to write whatever he wants and the parents and citizens sound like they need to listen to what he has to say more than anyone.
Here is his actual blog.
http://www.gerritsenbeach.net/
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Mi Vida Loca
Meh, the more I think about what I want to accomplish out of this blog... the more I sit and make it way harder than I'm sure it is. What do I want from this blog? ... I think that I chose to write about the surprises and the things that suddenly hit me right in the face because I'm getting to be at that age where I am starting to see things from a new perspecitve. Not that I am maternal at all, the thought of having my own children makes me quite ill, but I am gaining the "cautious" instinct as I grow older.... orrrr... I'm turning into my mother ::Insert comic relief here:: Is this a good thing? I definitely don't know, but this is my attempt to capture a small piece of the crazy things that run through my head... all to convince you that you yourself.. are not the crazy one.
I will mostly be writing about the lives of myself and two young ladies, Savannah and Roselie. The crazy thoughts I have are based off of my close relationships with all of my girl friends and some of the boys that come, but mostly go, out of our lives. I have a great real family three hours away, but sometimes a girl is need of an immediate family, immediately. We all three share not only one small bathroom, but the craziness that fills the lives of today's modern young women who go to school full time, while working thirty hours plus. We are just a few girls trying to live life and make a couple memories on the way.
I will mostly be writing about the lives of myself and two young ladies, Savannah and Roselie. The crazy thoughts I have are based off of my close relationships with all of my girl friends and some of the boys that come, but mostly go, out of our lives. I have a great real family three hours away, but sometimes a girl is need of an immediate family, immediately. We all three share not only one small bathroom, but the craziness that fills the lives of today's modern young women who go to school full time, while working thirty hours plus. We are just a few girls trying to live life and make a couple memories on the way.
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