Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Best Commercial Ever.
Every girl can relate to this. The screaming cat part is my all time favorite... I thought this video was going to take on "the true story of a period" for a minute.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Kick back and get high, on the livin' part of life.
Tomorrow I'm takin me fishin, hang a sign on the door of my life. Tell the whole world that I've gone missin, & I won't be back for a while. I'm so tired of only wishin' I could leave my troubles behind. I wanna be front porch rockin' with a big sun droppin' in a blue sky. Kick back and get high, on the livin' part of life.
Friday, March 19, 2010
Gone.
Labels mean nothing in life. In trying to find so much appeal, you lose it all. Be yourself, and cherish the things that make you beautiful.... your personal traits, not your possessions.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Listin' it up while I unwind from my day.
1. Mom and Jeff are trying to count back the days and decide when he last had a shower. He smells when you walk past him... Why are little brothers so gross?
2. 10 pm and I'm just getting my appetite back. My stomach has been in knots all day with school, work, friends, and playing catch up. It was a long, long day, and besides blowing dandelions with the first graders earlier, I'm glad it is over.
3. My favorite CD readers: I wanted to say more to you both than this. But give me some time... I'm so exhausted today.
I really did enjoy your outlooks on life though. I can relate to each in a way! More about that later.
4. Heard a really good story today! A lady that Kori knew suddenly experienced a very strong urge to park her car at the nearest gas station, go inside and do a headstand before the Coke machine. Thinking that she must be going crazy, she ignored it for as long as she could. Finally she turned her car around and headed straight back for the gas station. She ran inside and gave it her best attempt to find a man standing above her. He was in disbelief and told her that just an hour or so ago he had been in the back room with a gun and really contemplating suicide. He prayed to God and told Him that if He was real, and if He really thought He could help him out with his life, that he send somebody inside the gas station to do a headstand before the coke machine. There is a God. No doubt about that. I think I also like this story because it goes back to that post about Friday night and staying on top of urges. If your gut is telling you that you have to do something, DO IT!
5. If you find yourself with some spare time around 10 am tomorrow, say a quick prayer for Justin. He's taking his placement tests over at Edison... the first time he's really been placed before a test in 3 years. I'm so excited for him, and I'm so proud of him. He's really taking initiative in his life and making strides towards what he's always dreamed of.
6. Then, if you find yourself with even more free time, say another prayer for me and this math course. It's kickin' my butt!
7. I forgot how much I love white grape juice. Mmmmm!
8. Better get goin' though.
9. Economics homework, tons of math homework, and some studying to be done.
10. Sleep tight my favorites!
2. 10 pm and I'm just getting my appetite back. My stomach has been in knots all day with school, work, friends, and playing catch up. It was a long, long day, and besides blowing dandelions with the first graders earlier, I'm glad it is over.
3. My favorite CD readers: I wanted to say more to you both than this. But give me some time... I'm so exhausted today.
I really did enjoy your outlooks on life though. I can relate to each in a way! More about that later.
4. Heard a really good story today! A lady that Kori knew suddenly experienced a very strong urge to park her car at the nearest gas station, go inside and do a headstand before the Coke machine. Thinking that she must be going crazy, she ignored it for as long as she could. Finally she turned her car around and headed straight back for the gas station. She ran inside and gave it her best attempt to find a man standing above her. He was in disbelief and told her that just an hour or so ago he had been in the back room with a gun and really contemplating suicide. He prayed to God and told Him that if He was real, and if He really thought He could help him out with his life, that he send somebody inside the gas station to do a headstand before the coke machine. There is a God. No doubt about that. I think I also like this story because it goes back to that post about Friday night and staying on top of urges. If your gut is telling you that you have to do something, DO IT!
5. If you find yourself with some spare time around 10 am tomorrow, say a quick prayer for Justin. He's taking his placement tests over at Edison... the first time he's really been placed before a test in 3 years. I'm so excited for him, and I'm so proud of him. He's really taking initiative in his life and making strides towards what he's always dreamed of.
6. Then, if you find yourself with even more free time, say another prayer for me and this math course. It's kickin' my butt!
7. I forgot how much I love white grape juice. Mmmmm!
8. Better get goin' though.
9. Economics homework, tons of math homework, and some studying to be done.
10. Sleep tight my favorites!
Monday, March 15, 2010
I absolutely love Kellie Pickler.
...especially her ACCENT!
She kind of reminds me of myself with as giggly as she is, haha. Anyways, I always watch out for new interviews with her. Each one of them is sweet, genuine, and hilarious. This one must be my new favorite though.
She kind of reminds me of myself with as giggly as she is, haha. Anyways, I always watch out for new interviews with her. Each one of them is sweet, genuine, and hilarious. This one must be my new favorite though.
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Crazy Friday!
Friday: Any night out with me ends up in a trip to the ER... and not even as a result of something FUN! A pretty nasty spider bite caught my attention when I got home from work and I showed my mom. We could actually see the red line of venom traveling from the bite to a major vein running the length of my forearm. That really freaked her out, and we were in the car in under 10 minutes on our way to the fire station my cousin was working at that night. (She's a paramedic and Mom sought her opinion.) When we got to the station and realized my cousin was out on a call, Mom and I were left pacing the parking lot and wondering whether or not we should knock and ask any of the paramedics that had stayed behind.
Finally she did, and two guys in COLLIER EMS t-shirts invited us into their station. The place was a mess. They were watching America's Most Wanted, eating everything in sight, and having the best time. My mom tried to explain the situation to them but they acted as if they didn't even really care. We sat down in their living room with them and tried googling what was wrong with my arm, hah! They told me they believed I was going through a transformation to SpiderWoman and that I should just go with it. Might have worked for me. "Snacks" told me a story about his partner's walkie talkie falling out of his pocket and smacking a dead man's head on the side of the road. He said he knew he had been dead for at least half an hour, but still felt he needed to express a "Sorry, dude!" "Rascal Flatts" called the least busy hospital and told the chief nurse that I was his cousin and needed to be taken in immediately and given the best service, so we headed that way.
Being there was absolutely ridiculous. I haven't been in a hospital for nearly two years, since all of that crap happened to me before, and I had actually forgotten how scary they are. Luckily the doctors were able to treat the infection with only a prescription cream and I was on my way home. This is where it gets weird though.
As we were leaving an old man was staring at me from his bed. It didn't look like he was wearing any clothes at all. His toes were maybe three or four times the size they should have been and were tangled. They were twisted, and all of them were overlapping. I smiled at him as I passed by, making my way for the door, and he said so softly..."Help Me." Mom and I stopped for a moment to be sure we had heard him right, and when he said it again we walked towards the nurses station to let them know he was asking for help. At this point, he was screaming "HELP ME! HELP ME!" and I was more than a little creeped out. There was nobody with him in the room. He was all alone, and probably scared to death. It didn't dawn on Mom and I until today that he was probably the real reason for our trip to the ER that night. Obviously everything with me was okay, but we ended up at the ER for a reason. I believe that God put that man in our path as a test... to see if we would pray over him. We failed, miserably, as I ran for the door when he started yelling. Mom tried to comfort him by telling him that everything would be okay and somebody was on their way, but only from the door frame. The nurses never seemed in a big rush to get to him, and it leaves me with the feeling that maybe it was because they couldn't hear him like we could. Maybe he was purposely there for US. Either way, Mom feels terrible about the whole situation. We're not missing any opportunites anymore to help somebody in need.... no matter how disgusting their toes are.
Finally she did, and two guys in COLLIER EMS t-shirts invited us into their station. The place was a mess. They were watching America's Most Wanted, eating everything in sight, and having the best time. My mom tried to explain the situation to them but they acted as if they didn't even really care. We sat down in their living room with them and tried googling what was wrong with my arm, hah! They told me they believed I was going through a transformation to SpiderWoman and that I should just go with it. Might have worked for me. "Snacks" told me a story about his partner's walkie talkie falling out of his pocket and smacking a dead man's head on the side of the road. He said he knew he had been dead for at least half an hour, but still felt he needed to express a "Sorry, dude!" "Rascal Flatts" called the least busy hospital and told the chief nurse that I was his cousin and needed to be taken in immediately and given the best service, so we headed that way.
Being there was absolutely ridiculous. I haven't been in a hospital for nearly two years, since all of that crap happened to me before, and I had actually forgotten how scary they are. Luckily the doctors were able to treat the infection with only a prescription cream and I was on my way home. This is where it gets weird though.
As we were leaving an old man was staring at me from his bed. It didn't look like he was wearing any clothes at all. His toes were maybe three or four times the size they should have been and were tangled. They were twisted, and all of them were overlapping. I smiled at him as I passed by, making my way for the door, and he said so softly..."Help Me." Mom and I stopped for a moment to be sure we had heard him right, and when he said it again we walked towards the nurses station to let them know he was asking for help. At this point, he was screaming "HELP ME! HELP ME!" and I was more than a little creeped out. There was nobody with him in the room. He was all alone, and probably scared to death. It didn't dawn on Mom and I until today that he was probably the real reason for our trip to the ER that night. Obviously everything with me was okay, but we ended up at the ER for a reason. I believe that God put that man in our path as a test... to see if we would pray over him. We failed, miserably, as I ran for the door when he started yelling. Mom tried to comfort him by telling him that everything would be okay and somebody was on their way, but only from the door frame. The nurses never seemed in a big rush to get to him, and it leaves me with the feeling that maybe it was because they couldn't hear him like we could. Maybe he was purposely there for US. Either way, Mom feels terrible about the whole situation. We're not missing any opportunites anymore to help somebody in need.... no matter how disgusting their toes are.
Sunday, March 7, 2010
Sweet Dreams.
They say thoughts (inner thoughts) are most accessible right before bed, or immediately upon waking. I waited here beside my blog as I grew tired, hoping for some explanation for the way I've been feeling, or some inspiration to write about what comes next, what I've seen, or even what I did today. I've grown SO tired though that I can't even begin to write. Figures, huh?
Goodnight, friends. Sweet dreams.
Goodnight, friends. Sweet dreams.
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
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