Hello all from a late night on the couch,
I am watching one of my Nanny's favorite movies, Ghost. You know the old movie with Patrick Swayze and Demi Moore? Oh, the chills I get and I never ever fail to cry. This is not what I intended to watch tonight. You see, I was trying to study for a test so I was looking for something on the TV that I had seen so many times, I would not be distracted by it. I didn't want to sit in complete silence. I flipped through the TV Guide channel to find that Miss Congeniality was on CMT. Perfect, I have watched this movie so many times I feel like I am Gracie Lou Freebush. So I turned the channel to surprisingly find Ghost. Maybe it was just running over a little and Miss Congeniality would come on in a few minutes. Nope, the movie was about half way through right at the part where Mr. Swayze was singing to Oda May Brown trying to get her to go talk to Molly. The Guide had it wrong.
The funny thing about me is, I take everything as a sign. I am very superstitious about certain things. Lately, I have been having an internal debate on whether or not to blog about what I am going to blog about tonight. Actually, I have been struggling with this for a while now because I don't really know how to feel about writing something like this. I don't feel like it's my place, like I'm not the right person to do it even as I am typing it out right now. Each words feel so wrong because the whole thing itself is so unbelievable to me. But a lot of things like this movie experience tonight have been happening to me lately, so I think maybe it is a sign that it is okay for me to do this.
This past December, I had my first real experience with death. A dear friend of mine passed away. I wasn't truly that close to Brooke, we were not best friends, she had Sarah for that. But I had classes with her from sixth grade when we were all ugly as sin thinking we were hot stuff, up through high school in Mrs. Gnann's nursing academy until the day we graduated. There was a group of us girls who always stuck together in pretty much every class. It was Brooke, Sarah, Cassie, Delaney, and I. We all sat near each other in class and chatted across our tables as we did our assignments, got kicked out of class together and made to stand in the grass when Gnann saw it fit to punish us for something, we all went to church and 5th quarter, we prepared for homecoming week and built the floats at her house, and we all ate pudding in the practice hospital beds when Gnann wasn't look and even when she was. Oh yes, Brooke was always there, and I am glad she was. There was not a dull moment with her in the room. She brought something that nobody else had. I can't quite put my finger on what exactly it was, but it was her.
Brooke was always so well put together. I remember being in the sixth grade and seeing her and her cute outfits and being envious. Now I look back at pictures and laugh because we really were not all that. In high school she dressed so perfectly. Everything she wore seemed to hang right and her hair never got frizzy. Oh, how I loathed her for having hair that would stay straight. She looked good in everything she wore and she was naturally pretty. She never really had to try to look pretty. She could probably have worn a burlap potato sack and rocked it just the same.
She was such an amazing friend to Sarah. They were totally inseparable, literally you would never see one without the other. I remember when I started hearing rumors around school that Sarah was pregnant. After a few days of deciding on whether or not to ask, I approached Sarah, who was of course, sitting by Brooke in Mrs. Gnann's class. I walked up and said, "Sarah? I have been hearing certain things..." Sarah gave me a look and said, "what sort of things?" All I could think was, "Oh, crap, someone has done sent me barking up the wrong tree. I am about to ask this girl if she is pregnant and she isn't going to be and I am going to get beat up because then I will be indicating that I think she is fat (which she wasn't showing at all)." I looked down at my feet and said something along the lines of, "I'm not sure I want to ask anymore."
This is where Brooke and her loyalty to Sarah comes in. Very protectively she said, "Well, I think Sarah would rather you just ask her instead of going and talking about it behind her back." OH SNAP! I was totally stunned, Brooke was normally so docile and laid back. Momma bear was truly coming out of her that day. At that point, I had no choice but to ask. Sarah was indeed pregnant with a baby who would one day become my sweet little Kinley Brooke.
The only time the two were ever really apart that I can actually think of is the night we went to Grad Night at Disney World. Since Sarah was definitely pregnant at this point, she very well could not go and ride Space Mountain with us. Instead, Brooke hung out with us, which was typical enough anyways. It was just so odd with Sarah not being right beside her. Brooke was a fantastic fun as always. Everything she did was hilarious. I even managed to catch some of this fun in action. On Grad Nite, Disney is shut down for a few schools' graduating seniors. They have all the rides open, have concerts at Cinderella's Castle, and they set up these little dance club areas for a little more "grown up" fun. We went to one in particular that was awesome. There was no music playing but everyone was dancing with these massive 90s type headphones on their ears. When we walked in, we were each handed a pair and told to select a channel of music. This would explain why some people were booty popping and why others were slowing it down. The headphones were playing all different sorts of music. We put ours on and began to dance the night away. Oh, what fun it was! At some point, I asked a stranger to take a picture of all of us. Every single one of the girls with us were all posed cute and looking at the camera. Everyone of us, except for Brooke that is. She obviously didn't get the memo because in the picture, she was still dancing with her hands up in the air, not looking in even the remotest direction of the camera. It is, to this day, one of my favorite pictures ever. It describes her perfectly, always dancing to the beat of her own drum and doing what she wanted to, regardless of what others were doing. She was her own wonderful person.
After high school, we didn't really talk too much. But I did get to see her marry her high school sweetheart, James Allen. She was so very much in love with him. I dated him for like a week in middle school or high school, I don't really remember which. His mom wasn't too fond of me because she came home to find me sitting on his lap outside on the porch in a rocking chair. I can honestly say, we were not doing anything! As any mother of a boy that age, she was just doing her duty of protecting her son. She was not happy with us but that was okay, because a few days later, we broke up for. When Brooke told me she was dating him, I told her to watch out for his mean momma because she was crazy. Sorry ma'am I didn't really mean it!
The last real conversation I had with Brooke was over Facebook about her wedding. She was asking for my address to send mine and Cassie's invites out to Tallahassee so we could save the date. I still have it saved in my messages. Cassie and I had received like 2 or 3 different invitations. Brooke said the reason we didn't get the initial one was because her mom didn't put the city, state or zip code part to our address and were sent back to her. She wanted to send us another one and we ended up getting a few of them. I guess she wanted to be really sure we received them this time.
She also sent us an invite for her lingerie party. I had to work that night and couldn't make it. I was contemplating calling out, but I wanted to make back the money I spent on the cute bra and panty set I bought her. Now, I wish with all my heart that I would have just skipped work. Still, I had the greatest honor of witnessing her getting married. She was truly a most magical vision in white. Her boobs looked so good in her dress and I was completely jealous. I remember thinking how lucky she was to have found her soul mate so young while they could still do fun things that young people do together. I sat there in horror thinking that I wouldn't find mine until I was 80. That nightmare is still going on, ha!
I helped Sarah decorate her getaway car. By help I mean I stood there and made suggestions. We were trying to think of things to write on the windows. I suggested writing, "honk if you are horny, we are" on one of the windows. I am not sure if we actually ended up writing that, because we were in a church parking lot.
After she drove away with James, that was the last time I saw her.
Sarah and I kind of quit talking after that too. Not for any reason in particular, but I guess we just kind of grew apart since I was always out in Tallahassee. We reconnected a few months before Brooke passed away. We were hanging out pretty much every time I came home for the whole time I was home. I was starting to practically become a Mobley with how much I was over at her house.
Sarah was the one to tell me about Brooke. When she texted me, I thought she was going to tell me some drama. All it said was,"Cara." I thought she was going to tell me some juicy gossip or something scandalous. I replied, but I am not sure with what. But all of a sudden, I got this really bad feeling. She didn't text me back immediately like she normally did and she had literally just texted me. For some reason I started panicking and sent her a text saying, "why do I get the feeling you are going to tell me something bad?" Maybe something really was going on. I remember getting out of the car with an armful of groceries and getting a second text that said, "Brooke was in a fatal wreck." I asked, "Brooke who?" because I had no idea who she was talking about. It didn't click in my head because Brooke was not the first person who I would think of in this situation. Then she confirmed my fears. It was her Brooke, all ours' Brooke. All I could say was, "She died? I don't understand."
I didn't understand. I've never had anyone I really know personally die. This was completely unreal and new to me. I feel like there are a lot of other people from my graduating class who I could picture dying before I would even consider Brooke. That sounds bad but seriously, she is the last person who would ever cross my mind in this situation. She was so good, so purely perfect and beautiful. Surely, death could not really touch someone like her. I couldn't comprehend it.
After that, Sarah and I were together pretty much every second of the day that she wasn't helping do stuff for the funeral, and the day I went shopping for something black to attend my first ever funeral. I personally love black clothing, but on that particular day, I could find nothing at all that I would even consider wearing. Nothing looked right. I didn't feel like I should have to be buying an outfit for something like this. I had a lot of hate in my heart for the world that day.
I didn't feel like I ever wanted to leave Sarah's side. I had no idea how she was even standing or talking, and I feared that if I left her alone she would break. All I could think was, I would have to be sedated and put in a medically induced coma if this was my best friend. Cassie was up in North Carolina with Matt at the time, and I was longing to hug her and tell her how much I truly loved her and how very glad I was to have her as my best friend. All I could do was look at Sarah in awe, she was handling this better than I could have ever pictured myself doing.
We had really deep conversations about everything for the next few days. One night, we sat in the McDonald's parking lot eating ice cream and french fries. For some reason, we started talking about God and what happens after death. I told Sarah that I hadn't really had a good relationship with my faith since someone in my old church told me that people are not reunited after death, that you don't remember your family members and friends. This hurt me to the core because my idea of heaven and afterlife was that I would be rejoicing with everyone I held dear in my heart and praising our King together. I was really shaken after that and I slowly fell out of church. We talked about our anger at the world and how we wished we had some answers. To just know that we would see her again would make us feel better.
The funeral service was the next day. I had no idea how to even act. I just tried to get through it. When I woke up that morning, I seriously considered not going. It was hard. Probably one of the hardest things I have ever done. But I am so glad I went. The preacher got up and did his piece. I know it was for everyone and it was for Brooke, but it was almost like he was talking directly to me. Everything I talked about with Sarah the night before, all those questions about what happens after we died, he answered. He gave me hope again. He cleared any doubt I ever had in my life about heaven. I knew I would see Brooke again, everyone who I ever loved, and that made me... well, it is kind of indescribable.
Sarah and I have pretty much been glued to the hip lately. I often wonder about this. Why did we reconnect when we did? How come we started talking only a few months before all this happened? I say that everything happens for a reason, that I don't believe in coincidence. I now know in my heart why we became so close. The Lord knew that she would need someone. She would need someone when her best friend could no longer be there for her. Not in a physical way anyways. And that person, somehow or another He saw it fit for that person to be me. I find myself feeling very conflicted about this a lot. I never ever want to take Brooke's place, and I couldn't. She and Sarah share what Cassie and I have, and there will never be anyone else to fill those shoes quite right for her. But I am trying to do it the best that I can. Sarah is one of the closest friends I have, and I am so thankful for it. Sometimes late at night, I pray. But not to God. I normally do this far after I have already said my evening prayers. Sometimes I pray to Brooke. That sounds silly, but I always ask her if I am doing this right and if I am taking good enough care of her best friend until she can do it again. Am I being a friend that would make Brooke proud? I always tell her to tell me if I am slacking or if I should be doing something different. I believe with my whole heart that she would let me know in someway or another. She would never leave Sarah completely alone.
Since then, I have no doubt that there is a heaven. When I drive back and forth between home and Tallahassee, I normally leave around sunset time. The colors of the sky are so dazzling and stunningly beautiful with all the purples, oranges, pinks and blues mixed into a one of a kind masterpiece. I realize that this is work of art that could only be painted by the angels, angels like Brooke. I know that she is up there watching out for all of us, especially Sarah.
Brooke, I think of you often. Every time I go to sushi rock I think about you and your love for rice. Every time I look at the picture that Cassie has in her room of me and her in our scrubs I think of Gnann's class. Every time I go to a Mexican restaurant I remember when Gnann would take us all on unauthorized field trips. When Kinley plays with her baton, I think of when you and Sarah did the majorettes in middle school and how I thought y'all were so cool. And every time I look at your Facebook, I see a kind of beauty in you that is truly timeless. I have no doubt that you are rocking those angel wings better than I ever could.
I believe she is around us down here too. She will always be. For anyone out there who is dealing with loss, please know you are not alone. A wise man named Albus Dumbledore once said, "The ones we love never truly leave us." I believe this is the truest of any truth. We are not alone.
Thursday, April 25, 2013
Tuesday, April 23, 2013
What do you See?
Hello all from my living room,
I am celebrating the fact that this is the last "real" week of school. Not that I really go to school since I only have class on Tuesdays and Thursdays, bringing my total time spent with me physically on campus to a whopping 4 hours per week. I am truly living the dream. I am excited though because instead of writing an endless string of assigned papers and discussion boards, I can finally get back to blogging more like I was in the beginning. I am about to start my new job, one which I am sure will produce tales to tell.
Earlier this week I posted a plea to the public to care about our nation and the people in it and even those all around the world. Since then, the Boston Terrorists have been captured. Well really, one had his date with Karma sooner than later seeing as his brother ran him over and left him for a death that eventually came. What a way to treat your brother! The other is unable to speak from a gun shot wound to the throat. Good. Serves him right.
For the most part, everything I have seen on Facebook, Twitter, and the news has been supportive for those who are hurting in Boston, for those who have lost loved ones and also those have sustained life- altering injuries. Also, for the ones who made it out alive and unscathed who are truly baffled as to how they got so lucky. I have heard of a man who crossed the finish line only moments before the bomb went off, who then returned to his hometown outside of Waco, Texas to experience the fertilizer plant fiasco leaving both scenes without a scratch. People have been asking him if he feels unlucky. He says that on the contrary, he feels very lucky to be alive.
I have seen an outpouring of love from this country that makes me proud to be an American woman. The words "prayers for Boston" are in almost everything I see and hear from radio updates to tweets to alphabet soup. With all this support and caring from everyone, I felt as though I was seeing something truly remarkable.
But of course, like a worm in an apple or a bug in my sweet tea, someone came along and ruined my feelings of elated happiness. Out of all the love I have seen on Facebook, it was brought to my attention that someone was feeling love for the wrong party involved: the terrorists. Cassie brought it to my attention this past Friday night while I was getting crafty and beading a wooden wall initial with small pearls for part of her graduation present. There is a boy who feels that we are treating this criminal dog unfairly and unjustly because we are denying him his God given American rights. He feels it is wrong because this piece of sh*& is in fact an "American citizen."
For whatever reason, I was truly floored and disgusted when I read for myself what he wrote on Facebook for millions to see since his page is not private. This boy is far younger than I am and maybe it was wrong for me to... "attack" him as he put it, but I could not hold my tongue any longer. You see, I have seen his racy Facebook posts before. For someone so young, he has intense opinions on really sensitive situations.It is okay to have opinions, but the sensitivity to the situation was clearly in a lack thereof. Needless to say, I felt he needed a good kick in the pants for his overtly insulting comments. I have wanted to say something to him before but refrained because of his younger age. However, I decided he needed this, so I responded to his post in the nicest way I could. I have to say, I am proud of myself because while I had a stream of curse words a mile long running through my head, I did not say one dirty word. Trust me, it took strength.
I simply wanted to say what I had to say, voice my own opinion, and get out of the conversation. I would say that I wasn't there to argue, but who am I kidding really? I knew he would have something to say back. He said that this man was a citizen of the United States and that we were doing him wrong and being "un- American" by denying his rights. He also said something along the lines that we were degrading what our founding fathers wrote in the constitution. I'd like to point out, our founding fathers actually put nothing about this in the constitution, as there was no such thing as terrorists. A terrorist attack back in their day would have consisted of a 3 month boat trip, and by then they could have been well prepared. If our founding fathers were alive today, they would probably add something like to fix this "rights" issue and who deserved them. They would probably add something like, "anyone who makes an assault or an attempted assault on our nations is to automatically have their "rights" taken away." I mean, that would be the first thing I changed if I had a say so in politics and how the government is run. Anyone who bombs the country they claim to have citizenship in should have zero, zilch, nada rights. They are obviously not true to their country. I'm not about offering up resources to people who don't deserve them when other people who would die to have the rights they have. He also mentioned something about innocent until proven guilty. Have you ever noticed it's always the guilty ones who chirp this out like birds on a high wire? Our fine founding fathers probably turn over in their graves every time we exploit their words in such negative ways.
I was angered that someone could come in and just ruin the whole happy atmosphere. Turns out, I wasn't the only one who thought so. Other people commented on his status in protest as I did. This man is a terrorist they said, he should have no rights they said. Well I did too. Here is what I had to say to this whole thing:
"Let me tell you something... What is un- American is your statement. Our founding fathers never wrote that we were to cater to terrorists international or not. There is no question about it. Any innocent man does not have a stand off fire fight with police officers. That is a guilty man who knows it. By the way, any person who takes it upon their self to assault our great nation is obviously not a "true" American. We catch people and ask questions later. It doesn't work the other way around. If we did it "your way" these pigs would be ten countries away by now. Did you also think we should have brought bin laden in for tea and an interview before killing him? The next time you want to speak about being patriotic, I think you need to think about the little boy who lost his life at the mere age of 8 years old and the 29 year old woman who was in the prime of her life. Go tell the man who got both his legs blown off and who will never walk normally again that we are treating these men unfairly and wrong. You are a child, who is obviously too big for his britches. Grow up first before you make anymore of theses opinions of yours known."
It turned into quite a debate online and some of it was pretty harsh. I later on felt kind of bad because people were starting really angry and were saying hostile things. I'll admit, I was one of those people. I never threatened or called names but it was still sort of mean. I messaged the kid later on to offer some advice on voicing opinions. There is a very fine line between being your own person and being obnoxious with your so called views on life. He didn't seem to really want to hear it to be quite honest. He was okay with making enemies along with friends.
There is a difference in having your opinions and having your opinions if you know what I mean. It's good to have a stand on a certain issue. There is a way to voice your ideals in a way that makes you sound smart and considerate. Go ahead and say what you want to say, be yourself, have your own voice, but maybe do it in a way that doesn't make people want to cuss you out. Once people think you are an asshole, it is very hard to lose that title. Nobody wants to hang around someone who appears to be a jerk. When there are people who have died and people who are hurt, and you stick up for the person to blame for all this tragedy, you are the jerk. Whether you mean it that way or not, that is the way people will see it.
I guess what I am trying to say is, there needs to be a balance in between being you and having people view you in a certain light. I am not saying conform to society and be who others want you to be, but be a person others want to be around. This world is a great place with lots of interesting characters. Embrace your inner character while still being likeable. Show people what you see, but in a way that makes them want to see more.
I am celebrating the fact that this is the last "real" week of school. Not that I really go to school since I only have class on Tuesdays and Thursdays, bringing my total time spent with me physically on campus to a whopping 4 hours per week. I am truly living the dream. I am excited though because instead of writing an endless string of assigned papers and discussion boards, I can finally get back to blogging more like I was in the beginning. I am about to start my new job, one which I am sure will produce tales to tell.
Earlier this week I posted a plea to the public to care about our nation and the people in it and even those all around the world. Since then, the Boston Terrorists have been captured. Well really, one had his date with Karma sooner than later seeing as his brother ran him over and left him for a death that eventually came. What a way to treat your brother! The other is unable to speak from a gun shot wound to the throat. Good. Serves him right.
For the most part, everything I have seen on Facebook, Twitter, and the news has been supportive for those who are hurting in Boston, for those who have lost loved ones and also those have sustained life- altering injuries. Also, for the ones who made it out alive and unscathed who are truly baffled as to how they got so lucky. I have heard of a man who crossed the finish line only moments before the bomb went off, who then returned to his hometown outside of Waco, Texas to experience the fertilizer plant fiasco leaving both scenes without a scratch. People have been asking him if he feels unlucky. He says that on the contrary, he feels very lucky to be alive.
I have seen an outpouring of love from this country that makes me proud to be an American woman. The words "prayers for Boston" are in almost everything I see and hear from radio updates to tweets to alphabet soup. With all this support and caring from everyone, I felt as though I was seeing something truly remarkable.
But of course, like a worm in an apple or a bug in my sweet tea, someone came along and ruined my feelings of elated happiness. Out of all the love I have seen on Facebook, it was brought to my attention that someone was feeling love for the wrong party involved: the terrorists. Cassie brought it to my attention this past Friday night while I was getting crafty and beading a wooden wall initial with small pearls for part of her graduation present. There is a boy who feels that we are treating this criminal dog unfairly and unjustly because we are denying him his God given American rights. He feels it is wrong because this piece of sh*& is in fact an "American citizen."
For whatever reason, I was truly floored and disgusted when I read for myself what he wrote on Facebook for millions to see since his page is not private. This boy is far younger than I am and maybe it was wrong for me to... "attack" him as he put it, but I could not hold my tongue any longer. You see, I have seen his racy Facebook posts before. For someone so young, he has intense opinions on really sensitive situations.It is okay to have opinions, but the sensitivity to the situation was clearly in a lack thereof. Needless to say, I felt he needed a good kick in the pants for his overtly insulting comments. I have wanted to say something to him before but refrained because of his younger age. However, I decided he needed this, so I responded to his post in the nicest way I could. I have to say, I am proud of myself because while I had a stream of curse words a mile long running through my head, I did not say one dirty word. Trust me, it took strength.
I simply wanted to say what I had to say, voice my own opinion, and get out of the conversation. I would say that I wasn't there to argue, but who am I kidding really? I knew he would have something to say back. He said that this man was a citizen of the United States and that we were doing him wrong and being "un- American" by denying his rights. He also said something along the lines that we were degrading what our founding fathers wrote in the constitution. I'd like to point out, our founding fathers actually put nothing about this in the constitution, as there was no such thing as terrorists. A terrorist attack back in their day would have consisted of a 3 month boat trip, and by then they could have been well prepared. If our founding fathers were alive today, they would probably add something like to fix this "rights" issue and who deserved them. They would probably add something like, "anyone who makes an assault or an attempted assault on our nations is to automatically have their "rights" taken away." I mean, that would be the first thing I changed if I had a say so in politics and how the government is run. Anyone who bombs the country they claim to have citizenship in should have zero, zilch, nada rights. They are obviously not true to their country. I'm not about offering up resources to people who don't deserve them when other people who would die to have the rights they have. He also mentioned something about innocent until proven guilty. Have you ever noticed it's always the guilty ones who chirp this out like birds on a high wire? Our fine founding fathers probably turn over in their graves every time we exploit their words in such negative ways.
I was angered that someone could come in and just ruin the whole happy atmosphere. Turns out, I wasn't the only one who thought so. Other people commented on his status in protest as I did. This man is a terrorist they said, he should have no rights they said. Well I did too. Here is what I had to say to this whole thing:
"Let me tell you something... What is un- American is your statement. Our founding fathers never wrote that we were to cater to terrorists international or not. There is no question about it. Any innocent man does not have a stand off fire fight with police officers. That is a guilty man who knows it. By the way, any person who takes it upon their self to assault our great nation is obviously not a "true" American. We catch people and ask questions later. It doesn't work the other way around. If we did it "your way" these pigs would be ten countries away by now. Did you also think we should have brought bin laden in for tea and an interview before killing him? The next time you want to speak about being patriotic, I think you need to think about the little boy who lost his life at the mere age of 8 years old and the 29 year old woman who was in the prime of her life. Go tell the man who got both his legs blown off and who will never walk normally again that we are treating these men unfairly and wrong. You are a child, who is obviously too big for his britches. Grow up first before you make anymore of theses opinions of yours known."
It turned into quite a debate online and some of it was pretty harsh. I later on felt kind of bad because people were starting really angry and were saying hostile things. I'll admit, I was one of those people. I never threatened or called names but it was still sort of mean. I messaged the kid later on to offer some advice on voicing opinions. There is a very fine line between being your own person and being obnoxious with your so called views on life. He didn't seem to really want to hear it to be quite honest. He was okay with making enemies along with friends.
There is a difference in having your opinions and having your opinions if you know what I mean. It's good to have a stand on a certain issue. There is a way to voice your ideals in a way that makes you sound smart and considerate. Go ahead and say what you want to say, be yourself, have your own voice, but maybe do it in a way that doesn't make people want to cuss you out. Once people think you are an asshole, it is very hard to lose that title. Nobody wants to hang around someone who appears to be a jerk. When there are people who have died and people who are hurt, and you stick up for the person to blame for all this tragedy, you are the jerk. Whether you mean it that way or not, that is the way people will see it.
I guess what I am trying to say is, there needs to be a balance in between being you and having people view you in a certain light. I am not saying conform to society and be who others want you to be, but be a person others want to be around. This world is a great place with lots of interesting characters. Embrace your inner character while still being likeable. Show people what you see, but in a way that makes them want to see more.
Saturday, April 20, 2013
Fellow Witches and Wizards... (Site update)
Hello all,
I would like to start by pointing out some cool new things I have added to this blog. First and probably most noticeable, I have changed the name to this blog. I have switched it from "Introduction to the Unknown" to "That "Cara" Lady." I feel that I am no longer in mysterious territory and by a happily unfortunate event, I was called "that Cara Lady" last night. Cassie suggested I change my blog name to this and it fit so perfect that I couldn't resist. If anyone knows me in person or maybe even through my writing at this point, is that this describes me to a T. Thus, That "Cara" Lady was born.
I have added some other cool features to this blog. Shout out to my overseas and international readers, there is now a translate button at the bottom of the page. Not too sure how it works but I think you just click translate and pick the language of your native tongue and BAM! Buenos dias y'all! I'd love feedback on this particular widget so let me know if it works or if it is not really useful.
Remember a long time ago when I wrote a post titled, "A Few of my Favorite Things," and I said I would update it weekly with a few things that I find cool and interesting that would be worth your time to watch, read, buy, etc? Well I never really got around to doing that weekly. Lucky for me, Google Blogger has a nifty little thing called List. I have added it to sit underneath the body of my blog and it has some cool things that I like and you probably will too. I say I will update it monthly but honestly I have already found something else that I find neat today that I'll add here in a minute. It is a Disney "Glee" type group singing popular Disney songs. It is pretty sweet and everyone should definitely check it out. I plan on posting links that will take you directly to recipes, Youtube videos, other blogs, etc., so be on the look out!
After three months of searching and trying to get this whole blogging thing down pat, I have finally figured out what many people have asked me for: a subscribe button! This time it is for real. At the very bottom of the blog, probably right next to the translate button, there is a subscribe widget. It will ask you if you want to follow all posts or comments. Click on posts and select the "atom" option. It will then put a little yellow square with orange lines up on your internet toolbar that says "That "Cara" Lady" right next to it. No more searching through Facebook to find my posts or however you guys have been keeping up. Also, you are not required to have a Google account to do this, as far as I know anyways. Again, please let me know if this is working! I tried it out last night and it seemed to do what it said it would. But hey! I could have just gotten lucky.
I just want to take this time to personally thank everyone who reads along with me. I really enjoy writing about the randomness that occurs in my walk of life and sharing it with all of you. This blog has become an extension of me and is practically another body part of mine, but way more awesome than your average arm or leg. There are few things that I look forward to more than sitting down and blogging in the wee hours of the night when no decent person should be awake. I guess I'm not decent! Y'all are all so amazing and awesome. I love getting on this and looking at my stats to find that someone else has joined the family, it means the world to me. So, thank you all and keep calm while reading on!
After some debate I have decided to include my facebook URL so that everyone who reads this can friend me if they want. Please, no cray cray people who want to have a go with me about every little thing I write, "ain't nobody got time fa dat!" especially me. I post funny stuff on my Fb so prepare to be amused or maybe not if you don't share my sense of humor. I think this will allow those who are curious to put a face to a blog the chance to do just that. I look forward to "meeting" y'all and being able to put some faces to my readers:)))
https://www.facebook.com/cara.overstreet?ref=tn_tnmn
Here is my Twitter as well! I love to tweet about nothing important and make up really dry jokes along the way. So any of my fellow tweeters feel free to follow me:))
https://twitter.com/C_overthestreet
I would like to start by pointing out some cool new things I have added to this blog. First and probably most noticeable, I have changed the name to this blog. I have switched it from "Introduction to the Unknown" to "That "Cara" Lady." I feel that I am no longer in mysterious territory and by a happily unfortunate event, I was called "that Cara Lady" last night. Cassie suggested I change my blog name to this and it fit so perfect that I couldn't resist. If anyone knows me in person or maybe even through my writing at this point, is that this describes me to a T. Thus, That "Cara" Lady was born.
I have added some other cool features to this blog. Shout out to my overseas and international readers, there is now a translate button at the bottom of the page. Not too sure how it works but I think you just click translate and pick the language of your native tongue and BAM! Buenos dias y'all! I'd love feedback on this particular widget so let me know if it works or if it is not really useful.
Remember a long time ago when I wrote a post titled, "A Few of my Favorite Things," and I said I would update it weekly with a few things that I find cool and interesting that would be worth your time to watch, read, buy, etc? Well I never really got around to doing that weekly. Lucky for me, Google Blogger has a nifty little thing called List. I have added it to sit underneath the body of my blog and it has some cool things that I like and you probably will too. I say I will update it monthly but honestly I have already found something else that I find neat today that I'll add here in a minute. It is a Disney "Glee" type group singing popular Disney songs. It is pretty sweet and everyone should definitely check it out. I plan on posting links that will take you directly to recipes, Youtube videos, other blogs, etc., so be on the look out!
After three months of searching and trying to get this whole blogging thing down pat, I have finally figured out what many people have asked me for: a subscribe button! This time it is for real. At the very bottom of the blog, probably right next to the translate button, there is a subscribe widget. It will ask you if you want to follow all posts or comments. Click on posts and select the "atom" option. It will then put a little yellow square with orange lines up on your internet toolbar that says "That "Cara" Lady" right next to it. No more searching through Facebook to find my posts or however you guys have been keeping up. Also, you are not required to have a Google account to do this, as far as I know anyways. Again, please let me know if this is working! I tried it out last night and it seemed to do what it said it would. But hey! I could have just gotten lucky.
I just want to take this time to personally thank everyone who reads along with me. I really enjoy writing about the randomness that occurs in my walk of life and sharing it with all of you. This blog has become an extension of me and is practically another body part of mine, but way more awesome than your average arm or leg. There are few things that I look forward to more than sitting down and blogging in the wee hours of the night when no decent person should be awake. I guess I'm not decent! Y'all are all so amazing and awesome. I love getting on this and looking at my stats to find that someone else has joined the family, it means the world to me. So, thank you all and keep calm while reading on!
After some debate I have decided to include my facebook URL so that everyone who reads this can friend me if they want. Please, no cray cray people who want to have a go with me about every little thing I write, "ain't nobody got time fa dat!" especially me. I post funny stuff on my Fb so prepare to be amused or maybe not if you don't share my sense of humor. I think this will allow those who are curious to put a face to a blog the chance to do just that. I look forward to "meeting" y'all and being able to put some faces to my readers:)))
https://www.facebook.com/cara.overstreet?ref=tn_tnmn
Here is my Twitter as well! I love to tweet about nothing important and make up really dry jokes along the way. So any of my fellow tweeters feel free to follow me:))
https://twitter.com/C_overthestreet
Friday, April 19, 2013
Everybody Talks
Hello all,
In light of all this sadness, I feel that I need to bring a little humor back into my day. So, I have decided to post something that I have considered doing for a while.
Men say they can never figure women out and they want to know what we talk about. Well, I am here to let you know, we are probably worse than y'all in terms of randomness, perversion, profaneness, and stupidity. There is no secret language we speak. We don't really talk about girly things together. I am going to shed light on this and prove it as a fact by sharing a group text between myself and two friends Destiny and Sarah. I'll keep it as clean as possible by putting &*^&%^%$ where appropriate.
So last night, I was feeling a bit down. I have no idea why, but I have been in this funk lately. Needless to say, I needed a really good laugh. Like it was meant to happen or something, Destiny sent me a text with a picture that said:
"Why the hell do guys expect so much from us like they want us to have a flat stomach, big a$$, big boobs, pretty face, and a perfect personality while some of these guys look like f*%^ing apes. Bye"
Girly move, make it your point to be the last word heard, then ditch out. Not a single opportunity for rebuttal here.
We all started phone laughing when Dest prompted me to go look at something on Instagram. I'll do my best at explaining, which is not something I am good at. You would think my job was butchering every perfect joke, like I was getting paid for it.
So, I went on Instagram to find this picture of a big, pretty white wolf and a heading that claimed this would determine your werewolf name. On this picture, were two columns of random words such as grey, moon, claw, vixen, crescent, etc. I mean honestly, what happened to Jacob Black? The rules said, "from the first column find the first letter of your first name, and from the second column find the last letter of your last name to make your werewolf name."
Below the picture of the wolf was a place where people could comment with their name and their thoughts on it. Here is the funny part:
Someone commented with, "My name, is frickin Moon Moon. I'd be the most retarded wolf like, "Oh, sh!t, who brought f&^%ing Moon Moon along?"
As soon as I saw this, well first off, I couldn't get past "Moon Moon" for the first thirty minutes because I had tears rolling down my cheeks from laughing so hard. I couldn't breathe! I was literally incapacitated for a half hour, clutching my sides from the cramps I got. Chelsey said she could hear me from in the next room trying not to laugh but relenting to my uncontrollable chuckling. I wish I knew how to post pictures on this blog because this would be the first picture I uploaded. I will figure it out and do so soon!
I was eventually able to text them back through gasps and giggle attacks. This is how our conversation went from there:
Sarah: Where are these coming from?
Destiny: This app called iFunny, please go download it.
Me: Ravenous Crescent!!!!!! (my name, or at least I thought it was).
Sarah: Downloading now
Destiny: Is that your werewolf name??
Me: I still can't breathe. Yes.
Sarah: No Cara, you are ravenous warrior. I am grey vixen. Dest you are ancient hunter lmfao.
Destiny: A f$%&ing old a$$ animal killer. Great.
Me: Wow cool Sarah, they knew you were a slut.
Sarah: *&^%ing awesome Cara, that was just dandy!
Destiny: Lmao, da*&, Ravenous Crescent. Dont let her talk to you like that, Grey Vixen! Sarah you gave me the wrong (*&^ing name!
Me: lmao what is it Dest?
Sarah: She's a warrior. I'm a little intimidated, all I have is my slutty tendencies.
Destiny: I WASN'T AWARE MY LAST NAMES STARTED WITH AN A!
Sarah: No b*^%#, unless I don't know your (*&ing last name!!! LAST LETTER OF YOUR LAST NAME!!!!!
Me: It's the last letter of your last name Moon Moon.
Sarah: learn to read *&^%$$s
Destiny: D*&^ I am (*&*^ing Moon Moon for real!
Me: Whatever slut of the wolf pack
Destiny: I APOLOGIZE
Sarah: It's too late
Me: I can't handle this conversation, I am dying.
Sarah: Dude me too.
Destiny: Yall I need to go to bed
Sarah: everyone should be allowed to read this group message
Destiny: Stop making me laugh.
Me: Yes they really should, I may have to post this in a blog.
Sarah: you should
Destiny: OMG YES I WANNA BE FAMOUS
Sarah: I've been famous 4 times before. No big deal!
Me: like tonight, I'm going to for sure. It's gonna be about what girls really talk about.
Destiny: (in response to Sarah's bragging) Wow whatever
Me: *&^**& werewolf names and shot.
Me: (*&^
Sarah: shot
Destiny: and shots**
Sarah: Yes shots. Lots of shots.
Destiny: Lol we're weird and dumb
Destiny: HOW ARE WE SINGLY?
Destiny: Single* lol
Sarah: We are hilarious and I don't see how we don't have boyfriends
*I do, we talk about werewolf names, form impromptu wolfpacks, and fart on each other.*
I will elaborate on another story to further prove my point on how girls are so not girls. I mentioned before in the first post that Cassie and I attended FSU orientation together. It is hard to believe that was over three months ago!
Anyways, we were in our dorm room late at night giggling like crazy. You would have thought we were talking about something secretive and girly like sex stories in Cosmo or people we didn't like. Nope. We were making Pokemon sounds at each other and throwing around fake Pokeballs until five in the morning cracking up like a couple of fools.
See this is what we do. We talk about werewolf names, we are cocky and full of ourselves, curse more than we should, pick on each other, and frequently call each other dude. Anything girly is rarely brought up.I will admit, 9 times out of 10, our conversations somehow turn to boys. I mean for real we could be talking about Dr. Pepper or Venus Fly Trap plants and some how up talking about men. There is a rare few moments during the day where we talk about cool stuff we found on Pinterest, how bad we want something greasy, cheesy and chocolatey with frosting but feel guilty about it and how we should go do 5 million crunches for thinking about it, what kind of wedding we want (even though most of us don't even have boyfriends), and the struggle of how Starbucks is so unfairly priced but we have no choice but to pay for it because we are addicted. Just ask Destiny, she has at least 5 glass frappe Starbucks bottles clinking around in her car at anytime. I am being nice by saying five, in reality it's more like 8-12. Hoarder! We are "girls" for about fifteen minutes a day.
So that is the secret men. The secret is, there is no secret. We are just as dudely as you are.
In light of all this sadness, I feel that I need to bring a little humor back into my day. So, I have decided to post something that I have considered doing for a while.
Men say they can never figure women out and they want to know what we talk about. Well, I am here to let you know, we are probably worse than y'all in terms of randomness, perversion, profaneness, and stupidity. There is no secret language we speak. We don't really talk about girly things together. I am going to shed light on this and prove it as a fact by sharing a group text between myself and two friends Destiny and Sarah. I'll keep it as clean as possible by putting &*^&%^%$ where appropriate.
So last night, I was feeling a bit down. I have no idea why, but I have been in this funk lately. Needless to say, I needed a really good laugh. Like it was meant to happen or something, Destiny sent me a text with a picture that said:
"Why the hell do guys expect so much from us like they want us to have a flat stomach, big a$$, big boobs, pretty face, and a perfect personality while some of these guys look like f*%^ing apes. Bye"
Girly move, make it your point to be the last word heard, then ditch out. Not a single opportunity for rebuttal here.
We all started phone laughing when Dest prompted me to go look at something on Instagram. I'll do my best at explaining, which is not something I am good at. You would think my job was butchering every perfect joke, like I was getting paid for it.
So, I went on Instagram to find this picture of a big, pretty white wolf and a heading that claimed this would determine your werewolf name. On this picture, were two columns of random words such as grey, moon, claw, vixen, crescent, etc. I mean honestly, what happened to Jacob Black? The rules said, "from the first column find the first letter of your first name, and from the second column find the last letter of your last name to make your werewolf name."
Below the picture of the wolf was a place where people could comment with their name and their thoughts on it. Here is the funny part:
Someone commented with, "My name, is frickin Moon Moon. I'd be the most retarded wolf like, "Oh, sh!t, who brought f&^%ing Moon Moon along?"
As soon as I saw this, well first off, I couldn't get past "Moon Moon" for the first thirty minutes because I had tears rolling down my cheeks from laughing so hard. I couldn't breathe! I was literally incapacitated for a half hour, clutching my sides from the cramps I got. Chelsey said she could hear me from in the next room trying not to laugh but relenting to my uncontrollable chuckling. I wish I knew how to post pictures on this blog because this would be the first picture I uploaded. I will figure it out and do so soon!
I was eventually able to text them back through gasps and giggle attacks. This is how our conversation went from there:
Sarah: Where are these coming from?
Destiny: This app called iFunny, please go download it.
Me: Ravenous Crescent!!!!!! (my name, or at least I thought it was).
Sarah: Downloading now
Destiny: Is that your werewolf name??
Me: I still can't breathe. Yes.
Sarah: No Cara, you are ravenous warrior. I am grey vixen. Dest you are ancient hunter lmfao.
Destiny: A f$%&ing old a$$ animal killer. Great.
Me: Wow cool Sarah, they knew you were a slut.
Sarah: *&^%ing awesome Cara, that was just dandy!
Destiny: Lmao, da*&, Ravenous Crescent. Dont let her talk to you like that, Grey Vixen! Sarah you gave me the wrong (*&^ing name!
Me: lmao what is it Dest?
Sarah: She's a warrior. I'm a little intimidated, all I have is my slutty tendencies.
Destiny: I WASN'T AWARE MY LAST NAMES STARTED WITH AN A!
Sarah: No b*^%#, unless I don't know your (*&ing last name!!! LAST LETTER OF YOUR LAST NAME!!!!!
Me: It's the last letter of your last name Moon Moon.
Sarah: learn to read *&^%$$s
Destiny: D*&^ I am (*&*^ing Moon Moon for real!
Me: Whatever slut of the wolf pack
Destiny: I APOLOGIZE
Sarah: It's too late
Me: I can't handle this conversation, I am dying.
Sarah: Dude me too.
Destiny: Yall I need to go to bed
Sarah: everyone should be allowed to read this group message
Destiny: Stop making me laugh.
Me: Yes they really should, I may have to post this in a blog.
Sarah: you should
Destiny: OMG YES I WANNA BE FAMOUS
Sarah: I've been famous 4 times before. No big deal!
Me: like tonight, I'm going to for sure. It's gonna be about what girls really talk about.
Destiny: (in response to Sarah's bragging) Wow whatever
Me: *&^**& werewolf names and shot.
Me: (*&^
Sarah: shot
Destiny: and shots**
Sarah: Yes shots. Lots of shots.
Destiny: Lol we're weird and dumb
Destiny: HOW ARE WE SINGLY?
Destiny: Single* lol
Sarah: We are hilarious and I don't see how we don't have boyfriends
*I do, we talk about werewolf names, form impromptu wolfpacks, and fart on each other.*
I will elaborate on another story to further prove my point on how girls are so not girls. I mentioned before in the first post that Cassie and I attended FSU orientation together. It is hard to believe that was over three months ago!
Anyways, we were in our dorm room late at night giggling like crazy. You would have thought we were talking about something secretive and girly like sex stories in Cosmo or people we didn't like. Nope. We were making Pokemon sounds at each other and throwing around fake Pokeballs until five in the morning cracking up like a couple of fools.
See this is what we do. We talk about werewolf names, we are cocky and full of ourselves, curse more than we should, pick on each other, and frequently call each other dude. Anything girly is rarely brought up.I will admit, 9 times out of 10, our conversations somehow turn to boys. I mean for real we could be talking about Dr. Pepper or Venus Fly Trap plants and some how up talking about men. There is a rare few moments during the day where we talk about cool stuff we found on Pinterest, how bad we want something greasy, cheesy and chocolatey with frosting but feel guilty about it and how we should go do 5 million crunches for thinking about it, what kind of wedding we want (even though most of us don't even have boyfriends), and the struggle of how Starbucks is so unfairly priced but we have no choice but to pay for it because we are addicted. Just ask Destiny, she has at least 5 glass frappe Starbucks bottles clinking around in her car at anytime. I am being nice by saying five, in reality it's more like 8-12. Hoarder! We are "girls" for about fifteen minutes a day.
So that is the secret men. The secret is, there is no secret. We are just as dudely as you are.
Monday, April 15, 2013
A Heavy Heart of an Average Girl
Hello all,
SO I know that I typically talk about relationships and fluffy stuff. Well, I have had something weighing on my mind lately. The state of the world is just so bothersome to me. Keep in mind, I am one person. These are my opinions about the things I see and hear about.
Mind you, I am no political master. In fact, a while back when Joe Biden came to speak at FSU I remember asking, "What party is he running for?" in the middle of my Arabic class, in which all my fellow students were eager to hear him talk. I got death stares from around the room, when finally someone said, "He's our vice president." Oops. I knew that. I just don't watch the news. Ever. There is nothing but bad news anyways! Nothing but little children getting shot at school, animals being tortured for sport, countries fighting over nothing while their people shed blood that needn't be spilled, and athletes being forever defamed for testing positive for drugs and scandalous relationships. It gets exhausting to watch the world become something we wish we could run away from.
Lately, however, I have been tuning into the news. My curiosity got the better of me one night when I saw something on Facebook about North Korea's ominous threats against our blessed America. I must say I am truly astounded.
Basically, this young buck dictator is getting too big for his britches. At the infantile age of 30 something, he wants to make himself known to the world by defeating the greatest nation there ever was and ever will be. That's right, even in the state of things, I still believe in America and her people. He has threatened us with propaganda videos and formal news announcements. This fool has even shut down the boarder between North and South Korea, putting the economic state of his own country at risk. Over 55 thousand of his own people have been put out of a job because of this. He is totally crapping on a cease fire enacted years ago, undoing the hard work of his predecessors and those from other nations working with them. Sure, the north and south didn't like each other, but they were able to come together like the adults and leaders they are supposed to be and got it done. He is planning on reopening a nuclear reactor that was torn down years ago because people knew it was better off rubble. Nobody needs this kind of power. Nobody. There is no need for it.
Now, from what I gather, his threats are being taken seriously and that we have the means to defend the motherland if they do in fact prove imminent. Officials assure us he does not have the delivery system to have his nuclear warheads reach the mainland US. I wouldn't say that we should be stocking up on bottled water and batteries, but to overlook these promises of war and death would be foolish. Our secretary of defense said, "It only takes one time being wrong for something awful to happen, and I don't want to go down in history as the one who got it wrong." Wise, wise words my friend.
The problem is, he has stopped caring about his people. His thirst for power has totally blinded him and hardened his heart. I am sure he was always a little asshole, but the real danger is when the care for others is gone. He obviously doesn't if he is putting his people at risk of being homeless and jobless. When you stop caring about others, it is all a downward spiral from there. There is no amount of bloodshed that would make the hair on the back of his neck stand up, probably not even his own.
I hope this man takes a look back at history before he decides to do anything. If you know anything about tyrants, it should be that their rants only last for so long before people (most of the time their own) start to get tired of it. You saw what we did with Bin Laden, and you are out in public having a blast, he was locked up in a safe house, with no fresh air. We found him. We will find you too.
My heart is so hurt right now for our country. I started writing this particular post last week but I am adding to it now. To the Boston Marathoners, I am praying for you, as any true blooded American should be. It is such a sad year for us already. We can't go to the movies, we can't go to school, now we can't run marathons. I have heard rumor that this race was dedicated to the Sandy Hook families. Haven't these people suffered enough?
I am so sad that this is what our country, our world has come to. I should not have to sit in my classes and imagine my exit strategy and plan of survival in case some crazy psycho decides to come shoot us up. Nobody should have to worry when going to see Iron Man this summer, but people will, including myself. We shouldn't have to worry when we leave to go to school that we may not come back later on that day or that our children will not return to us. These are normal every day things! Nobody says, "Hmm, I better not run this marathon because it isn't safe, I might get blown up!" This is madness.
I know that I am just one person with a small voice, but Dr. Seuss said, "Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better, it's not." So I care. I care about our blessed America and her children, along with the rest of the world. I care about the safety and well being of all. I care. I think that is the problem really, we have all stopped caring about each other. If we could just get back to that, being human, we could be okay. The only thing that separates us from the animals is our ability to sympathize and empathize with others. So when we stop caring, how much different are we than the beasts that eat each other?
The world needs to come together in like a gigantic group hug, kumbaya circle or something. All this hatred we have for each other is so unhealthy. If this keeps on how it has been keeping on, we will not last. We don't stand a chance if something doesn't change.
Please, everyone, this is my personal plea with anyone who reads this to just care. Care about your friends and enemies alike. Love your family, friends, and the world around you. Whether you like it or not, you are going to be here for a while so learn to love it. Open your hearts and your minds before you make a move. That is what is supposed to set Americans apart from others, is our noble hearts with a thirst to help.
So, care.
SO I know that I typically talk about relationships and fluffy stuff. Well, I have had something weighing on my mind lately. The state of the world is just so bothersome to me. Keep in mind, I am one person. These are my opinions about the things I see and hear about.
Mind you, I am no political master. In fact, a while back when Joe Biden came to speak at FSU I remember asking, "What party is he running for?" in the middle of my Arabic class, in which all my fellow students were eager to hear him talk. I got death stares from around the room, when finally someone said, "He's our vice president." Oops. I knew that. I just don't watch the news. Ever. There is nothing but bad news anyways! Nothing but little children getting shot at school, animals being tortured for sport, countries fighting over nothing while their people shed blood that needn't be spilled, and athletes being forever defamed for testing positive for drugs and scandalous relationships. It gets exhausting to watch the world become something we wish we could run away from.
Lately, however, I have been tuning into the news. My curiosity got the better of me one night when I saw something on Facebook about North Korea's ominous threats against our blessed America. I must say I am truly astounded.
Basically, this young buck dictator is getting too big for his britches. At the infantile age of 30 something, he wants to make himself known to the world by defeating the greatest nation there ever was and ever will be. That's right, even in the state of things, I still believe in America and her people. He has threatened us with propaganda videos and formal news announcements. This fool has even shut down the boarder between North and South Korea, putting the economic state of his own country at risk. Over 55 thousand of his own people have been put out of a job because of this. He is totally crapping on a cease fire enacted years ago, undoing the hard work of his predecessors and those from other nations working with them. Sure, the north and south didn't like each other, but they were able to come together like the adults and leaders they are supposed to be and got it done. He is planning on reopening a nuclear reactor that was torn down years ago because people knew it was better off rubble. Nobody needs this kind of power. Nobody. There is no need for it.
Now, from what I gather, his threats are being taken seriously and that we have the means to defend the motherland if they do in fact prove imminent. Officials assure us he does not have the delivery system to have his nuclear warheads reach the mainland US. I wouldn't say that we should be stocking up on bottled water and batteries, but to overlook these promises of war and death would be foolish. Our secretary of defense said, "It only takes one time being wrong for something awful to happen, and I don't want to go down in history as the one who got it wrong." Wise, wise words my friend.
The problem is, he has stopped caring about his people. His thirst for power has totally blinded him and hardened his heart. I am sure he was always a little asshole, but the real danger is when the care for others is gone. He obviously doesn't if he is putting his people at risk of being homeless and jobless. When you stop caring about others, it is all a downward spiral from there. There is no amount of bloodshed that would make the hair on the back of his neck stand up, probably not even his own.
I hope this man takes a look back at history before he decides to do anything. If you know anything about tyrants, it should be that their rants only last for so long before people (most of the time their own) start to get tired of it. You saw what we did with Bin Laden, and you are out in public having a blast, he was locked up in a safe house, with no fresh air. We found him. We will find you too.
My heart is so hurt right now for our country. I started writing this particular post last week but I am adding to it now. To the Boston Marathoners, I am praying for you, as any true blooded American should be. It is such a sad year for us already. We can't go to the movies, we can't go to school, now we can't run marathons. I have heard rumor that this race was dedicated to the Sandy Hook families. Haven't these people suffered enough?
I am so sad that this is what our country, our world has come to. I should not have to sit in my classes and imagine my exit strategy and plan of survival in case some crazy psycho decides to come shoot us up. Nobody should have to worry when going to see Iron Man this summer, but people will, including myself. We shouldn't have to worry when we leave to go to school that we may not come back later on that day or that our children will not return to us. These are normal every day things! Nobody says, "Hmm, I better not run this marathon because it isn't safe, I might get blown up!" This is madness.
I know that I am just one person with a small voice, but Dr. Seuss said, "Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better, it's not." So I care. I care about our blessed America and her children, along with the rest of the world. I care about the safety and well being of all. I care. I think that is the problem really, we have all stopped caring about each other. If we could just get back to that, being human, we could be okay. The only thing that separates us from the animals is our ability to sympathize and empathize with others. So when we stop caring, how much different are we than the beasts that eat each other?
The world needs to come together in like a gigantic group hug, kumbaya circle or something. All this hatred we have for each other is so unhealthy. If this keeps on how it has been keeping on, we will not last. We don't stand a chance if something doesn't change.
Please, everyone, this is my personal plea with anyone who reads this to just care. Care about your friends and enemies alike. Love your family, friends, and the world around you. Whether you like it or not, you are going to be here for a while so learn to love it. Open your hearts and your minds before you make a move. That is what is supposed to set Americans apart from others, is our noble hearts with a thirst to help.
So, care.
Tuesday, April 9, 2013
How to.. Simply Put
Hello all!
So the other day I was asked to blog about something specific. I was quite shocked because I never get these sort of messages. With that being said, I would absolutely love to hear any requests that anyone has. There is nothing that I won't blog about so if anyone ever has something they would like me to shed light on, leave a comment or message me on Facebook. I am still trying to get these two synced up so more people can better get their hands and eyes on what I write.
This person asked me to blog about how to get over someone. At first, I thought, well I am clearly no expert. I tend to hold onto things for a really long time. It is something about me that at times I wish I could change. I don't hold grudges really, like I don't stay mad at people for long. We either make up within the next day or that bridge is burned forever. But I hold onto things or people that I know are good, or were at one point. My problem is that I can never see how someone has changed for the worst of the worse, I only see what once was. I suppose it's a good thing that I see a person's inner silver lining, but there has to be a point where I see it for the ugly black stripe it really is. I haven't gotten there yet, I'm working on it.
So I am no expert on how to get over someone. Why should you listen to me then? Well, because I am real with these hard situations and I put it in a way that is sort of comical and easy to relate to. You could go purchase and read a book from some PhD love doctor, and get this specific check list of how to finally move on from someone, how to let them go in 10 easy steps. I hate to tell you that you would be wasting money that is perfectly acceptable at all Starbucks, Target, and Forever 21 locations. I would have thrown a manly store in there for my fellas who read this, but honestly I have no idea where y'all shop. And yet, somehow, you all manage to look so put together in a sexy mess sort of way. Well, most of you, some of you guys still need a lesson or two.
Here is my million dollar answer for how to get over a guy. You don't.
Bare with me now. I don't mean you will sit in your bed, listening to and relating every sad country song to your novelistic break up, eating anything with carbs and frosting, and not changing out of your jammies for the rest of your life. That's ridiculous! I'm not sure what men do. Perhaps you won't be drowning your sorrows at the bar or battling an inner demon making you want to watch the Notebook when your dude roommates are out of town for the weekend for forever. No. That's not what I mean by you won't ever get over it.
What I mean is, this person was a part of your life for some time. Depending on the time spent, level of intimacy, age, etc, this a person was probably a very huge puzzle piece of your life indeed. I will say, there is nothing harder than being young and in love with someone who you are around every single day, and then, suddenly, you can no longer talk to them, even though there are still around and so are you. There is nothing more devastating than realizing you can't pick up the phone and tell that someone about something hilarious or dramatic that has happened because you know they won't answer if you try, or worse they will and that fire will stir in your heart and sizzle its strings. Being in a relationship is something that is serious and isn't stepped into lightly, or shouldn't be anyways. These feelings you develop whilst with someone are real, probably the realest thing you will ever feel. So why ever would one think they could just forget all of this?
The thing we have to realize is, that's all they are now, and all they will ever be. They are a part of your life, much as the first day of college or a first kiss is a part of your life. This boy/girl is an event, that happened in a specific time and place. It will forever remain that way in your own personal little history book. You can look back and say, "Okay, they are there. It was fun while it lasted but it ended when it was meant to be done." There is nothing that will feel right about breaking up with or being dumped by someone who you cared about. However, it has happened for a reason. Perhaps you can't see why you are hurting so bad or missing someone like crazy at this moment. This type of getting over someone takes time, it doesn't happen over night. Unless it is one of those bridges you burned like I did. That's rare though.
The best thing about history lessons, is you get to learn from the past. You will, however, make the same mistake again. And again. That's okay though. The lessons that take the longest to learn, are the ones that are not easily forgotten. Cassie showed me a funny ecard on Pinterest (of course) the other day that said, "I don't make the same mistake twice, I make it five or six times just to be sure." Sadly, this is true in my case, and readers, if you are honest with yourselves, it's true of you too. But the more you delve into the pages of your own "A History of (insert your name)" book, the more you will learn and the easier you will move on to write the next chapter.
That is the key to getting over someone. Realizing that they were someone special at one point, and now they are just someone. There are no herbal remedies or yoga poses to help you get over someone. There isn't a shot that will make you forget what you had with someone. There is no amount of alcohol to numb this feeling. It is just simply waking up one day and having it finally hit you. That realization may take some time. That's okay. Be sad, listen to sappy songs, eat EVERYTHING and then go to the gym because you have a conscious and endorphins make you feel fantastic, sleep in, skip that one class that you drag yourself to, buy clothes that are too expensive and live off of Ramen noodles for a week to pay the price. Do what ever you have to do. It will all make you feel better. And through these things, we will eventually learn that life goes on without this person. You can still eat strawberry cupcakes and not cry because they were someone's favorite (I've been craving all things strawberry, but especially cupcakes). You'll stop being ridiculous and go to that movie theater because it is the closest one to you.
That's it, no special tricks or magic in this one. Just realization. They are no longer that person who has your heart, just a person who was its keeper for a point in time. They didn't hold it properly so you made them a memory. They are a memory. And what is life really, without a memory or two?
So the other day I was asked to blog about something specific. I was quite shocked because I never get these sort of messages. With that being said, I would absolutely love to hear any requests that anyone has. There is nothing that I won't blog about so if anyone ever has something they would like me to shed light on, leave a comment or message me on Facebook. I am still trying to get these two synced up so more people can better get their hands and eyes on what I write.
This person asked me to blog about how to get over someone. At first, I thought, well I am clearly no expert. I tend to hold onto things for a really long time. It is something about me that at times I wish I could change. I don't hold grudges really, like I don't stay mad at people for long. We either make up within the next day or that bridge is burned forever. But I hold onto things or people that I know are good, or were at one point. My problem is that I can never see how someone has changed for the worst of the worse, I only see what once was. I suppose it's a good thing that I see a person's inner silver lining, but there has to be a point where I see it for the ugly black stripe it really is. I haven't gotten there yet, I'm working on it.
So I am no expert on how to get over someone. Why should you listen to me then? Well, because I am real with these hard situations and I put it in a way that is sort of comical and easy to relate to. You could go purchase and read a book from some PhD love doctor, and get this specific check list of how to finally move on from someone, how to let them go in 10 easy steps. I hate to tell you that you would be wasting money that is perfectly acceptable at all Starbucks, Target, and Forever 21 locations. I would have thrown a manly store in there for my fellas who read this, but honestly I have no idea where y'all shop. And yet, somehow, you all manage to look so put together in a sexy mess sort of way. Well, most of you, some of you guys still need a lesson or two.
Here is my million dollar answer for how to get over a guy. You don't.
Bare with me now. I don't mean you will sit in your bed, listening to and relating every sad country song to your novelistic break up, eating anything with carbs and frosting, and not changing out of your jammies for the rest of your life. That's ridiculous! I'm not sure what men do. Perhaps you won't be drowning your sorrows at the bar or battling an inner demon making you want to watch the Notebook when your dude roommates are out of town for the weekend for forever. No. That's not what I mean by you won't ever get over it.
What I mean is, this person was a part of your life for some time. Depending on the time spent, level of intimacy, age, etc, this a person was probably a very huge puzzle piece of your life indeed. I will say, there is nothing harder than being young and in love with someone who you are around every single day, and then, suddenly, you can no longer talk to them, even though there are still around and so are you. There is nothing more devastating than realizing you can't pick up the phone and tell that someone about something hilarious or dramatic that has happened because you know they won't answer if you try, or worse they will and that fire will stir in your heart and sizzle its strings. Being in a relationship is something that is serious and isn't stepped into lightly, or shouldn't be anyways. These feelings you develop whilst with someone are real, probably the realest thing you will ever feel. So why ever would one think they could just forget all of this?
The thing we have to realize is, that's all they are now, and all they will ever be. They are a part of your life, much as the first day of college or a first kiss is a part of your life. This boy/girl is an event, that happened in a specific time and place. It will forever remain that way in your own personal little history book. You can look back and say, "Okay, they are there. It was fun while it lasted but it ended when it was meant to be done." There is nothing that will feel right about breaking up with or being dumped by someone who you cared about. However, it has happened for a reason. Perhaps you can't see why you are hurting so bad or missing someone like crazy at this moment. This type of getting over someone takes time, it doesn't happen over night. Unless it is one of those bridges you burned like I did. That's rare though.
The best thing about history lessons, is you get to learn from the past. You will, however, make the same mistake again. And again. That's okay though. The lessons that take the longest to learn, are the ones that are not easily forgotten. Cassie showed me a funny ecard on Pinterest (of course) the other day that said, "I don't make the same mistake twice, I make it five or six times just to be sure." Sadly, this is true in my case, and readers, if you are honest with yourselves, it's true of you too. But the more you delve into the pages of your own "A History of (insert your name)" book, the more you will learn and the easier you will move on to write the next chapter.
That is the key to getting over someone. Realizing that they were someone special at one point, and now they are just someone. There are no herbal remedies or yoga poses to help you get over someone. There isn't a shot that will make you forget what you had with someone. There is no amount of alcohol to numb this feeling. It is just simply waking up one day and having it finally hit you. That realization may take some time. That's okay. Be sad, listen to sappy songs, eat EVERYTHING and then go to the gym because you have a conscious and endorphins make you feel fantastic, sleep in, skip that one class that you drag yourself to, buy clothes that are too expensive and live off of Ramen noodles for a week to pay the price. Do what ever you have to do. It will all make you feel better. And through these things, we will eventually learn that life goes on without this person. You can still eat strawberry cupcakes and not cry because they were someone's favorite (I've been craving all things strawberry, but especially cupcakes). You'll stop being ridiculous and go to that movie theater because it is the closest one to you.
That's it, no special tricks or magic in this one. Just realization. They are no longer that person who has your heart, just a person who was its keeper for a point in time. They didn't hold it properly so you made them a memory. They are a memory. And what is life really, without a memory or two?
Wednesday, April 3, 2013
Magic Mirror on the Wall, Who's the Fairest One of all?
Hello all,
It is a dreary day indeed and I feel like there is no other sensible thing for me to do other than laying in my bed and watching movies on HBO. By the way all my Tally lads and lassies, channel 999 is HBO. Yep, you don't need a box or anything. Thanks for sharing your secrets of the world Chelsea!
On these lazy, rainy days, I tend to get a lot of thinking done. Sometimes it is in the form of daydreaming, or regular strange dreams that I fall into when I inevitably succumb to a midday snooze. Lately they have all been about arguments over a boy. I have no idea what my subconscious is trying to tell me, but these visions of slumber must go. Sometimes, I just lay on my cold sheets and stare up at the ceiling fan and wonder about things. Today, per usual, I started thinking about love. Wow, I sound like something out of a poem or romance novel. How cliche and cheesy? I guess I am then.
My question today is: how do you know if you are second best to someone? Did someone choose you because you are the MVP to them, or did they pick you because you were the last kid in line for a kickball game and they had no other option? Are you silver or are you titanium? Who would he save first in a life or death situation: you or her?
Like with boys. I often speak of this boy I dated in high school. To me, he was my first best. I knew I had an itch for him and he would be the only one who could scratch it right. He sure enough made me feel special. We would hang out during and after school, talk on the phone late at night, and the pheromones of infatuation clung to us like cologne. However, he had a girlfriend at the time. For a few weeks, he wouldn't break up with her. But if I was so special,his first best so to say, wouldn't he have dropped her like his britches before getting in the shower that instant? So what really happened then? Did she find out about me and get fed up with our infamous love triangle and leave him hanging out to dry, or did he really come to his senses and realize I was his only best?
The sad truth is, I will never know.
Sure, he told me I was. But was that just because he was with me? If she had in fact left him, was he just settling because I was there? I would like to think not, but who can ever know except for him.
What do words really mean any ways? They are nothing if not backed up by action. Someone could tell me they love me until the cows come home, but I'd never believe it without feeling it. That's how I knew something was up with oh what's his name. He told me he loved me countless times every day, but his words were lost in how he presented himself to me. His affection for me dwindled over the summer months along with my trust in what he told me. So, I started to question it and ultimately not believe it anymore. That's why we aren't together anymore. That and he's a self-absorbed, hypocritical, expecting everything on a silver platter fool.
You know someone is your best when you find yourself comparing that person to everything and they end up winning everything so often that you no longer make the comparisons. If you are still pointing the less than or equal to sign at someone, they are not it. Also, if you think someone is your best and you come to find you were not theirs, you know they weren't yours. Lesson learned. Wouldn't it be so much easier if we had a magic mirror like Snow White's evil stepmother did to tell us who is fairest?
I believe we do, it's our hearts. Not just on the surface, but deep inside.
If you feel like you may even possibly be second best to someone, do yourself a favor and don't bother. If he or she really believes you are their best best, they will fight, sweat, and chase to make you see that you are. Someone saying how special you are, how in love with you he is, he wouldn't trade you for the world, it means nothing. I say, he will come to you if you are his best best. When he has climbed Everest and wrote your name in the clouds is the only time it is acceptable for you to give in.
Some people may say, does this really matter? I think it does. Some say, if you are chosen you are chosen, no matter when the choice was made. I disagree. I think it speaks volumes about the person holding the cards.
I'll leave you with this: you shouldn't be someone's second best when God put a best best out there for you. And you shouldn't settle for someone that settles for you either. What kind of relationship is that?
It is a dreary day indeed and I feel like there is no other sensible thing for me to do other than laying in my bed and watching movies on HBO. By the way all my Tally lads and lassies, channel 999 is HBO. Yep, you don't need a box or anything. Thanks for sharing your secrets of the world Chelsea!
On these lazy, rainy days, I tend to get a lot of thinking done. Sometimes it is in the form of daydreaming, or regular strange dreams that I fall into when I inevitably succumb to a midday snooze. Lately they have all been about arguments over a boy. I have no idea what my subconscious is trying to tell me, but these visions of slumber must go. Sometimes, I just lay on my cold sheets and stare up at the ceiling fan and wonder about things. Today, per usual, I started thinking about love. Wow, I sound like something out of a poem or romance novel. How cliche and cheesy? I guess I am then.
My question today is: how do you know if you are second best to someone? Did someone choose you because you are the MVP to them, or did they pick you because you were the last kid in line for a kickball game and they had no other option? Are you silver or are you titanium? Who would he save first in a life or death situation: you or her?
Like with boys. I often speak of this boy I dated in high school. To me, he was my first best. I knew I had an itch for him and he would be the only one who could scratch it right. He sure enough made me feel special. We would hang out during and after school, talk on the phone late at night, and the pheromones of infatuation clung to us like cologne. However, he had a girlfriend at the time. For a few weeks, he wouldn't break up with her. But if I was so special,his first best so to say, wouldn't he have dropped her like his britches before getting in the shower that instant? So what really happened then? Did she find out about me and get fed up with our infamous love triangle and leave him hanging out to dry, or did he really come to his senses and realize I was his only best?
The sad truth is, I will never know.
Sure, he told me I was. But was that just because he was with me? If she had in fact left him, was he just settling because I was there? I would like to think not, but who can ever know except for him.
What do words really mean any ways? They are nothing if not backed up by action. Someone could tell me they love me until the cows come home, but I'd never believe it without feeling it. That's how I knew something was up with oh what's his name. He told me he loved me countless times every day, but his words were lost in how he presented himself to me. His affection for me dwindled over the summer months along with my trust in what he told me. So, I started to question it and ultimately not believe it anymore. That's why we aren't together anymore. That and he's a self-absorbed, hypocritical, expecting everything on a silver platter fool.
You know someone is your best when you find yourself comparing that person to everything and they end up winning everything so often that you no longer make the comparisons. If you are still pointing the less than or equal to sign at someone, they are not it. Also, if you think someone is your best and you come to find you were not theirs, you know they weren't yours. Lesson learned. Wouldn't it be so much easier if we had a magic mirror like Snow White's evil stepmother did to tell us who is fairest?
I believe we do, it's our hearts. Not just on the surface, but deep inside.
If you feel like you may even possibly be second best to someone, do yourself a favor and don't bother. If he or she really believes you are their best best, they will fight, sweat, and chase to make you see that you are. Someone saying how special you are, how in love with you he is, he wouldn't trade you for the world, it means nothing. I say, he will come to you if you are his best best. When he has climbed Everest and wrote your name in the clouds is the only time it is acceptable for you to give in.
Some people may say, does this really matter? I think it does. Some say, if you are chosen you are chosen, no matter when the choice was made. I disagree. I think it speaks volumes about the person holding the cards.
I'll leave you with this: you shouldn't be someone's second best when God put a best best out there for you. And you shouldn't settle for someone that settles for you either. What kind of relationship is that?
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