10 August, 2011
I'm Such a Facebook Addict!
I think I will admit; I am a Facebook addict. Seems like everytime I'm off work, I get on Facebook. It has turned me into an addict, haha. But, (funny seems like I always say that!) Facebook is a social network, and as much as it seems to run our lives; it has so much drama! Don't get me wrong, Facebook itself is definitely isn't drama; it's the people. I use Facebook for checking up on my friends and play games, I'm totally in love with Frontierville. I had to take a "break" while I was writing this post on paper just so I could check my frontier! Glad you can't play it on your phone or that would be the end for me! At least I'm not getting in any trouble, that's all that matters right?
09 August, 2011
Tattoos are Addicting!
Remember back when you were little an dyou got the fake tattoos?
Do you remember when you were a teen and swore up and down that you were getting a real tat? Then your parents/gaurdians, and/or friends talked you out of it?
Are you smiling cause you remember or thinking I'm just crazy? Did you get one?
I'm one of those kids and my own promise to myself came through, ha ha. It was during tax season and I had been debating on a tattoo since I was around thirteen (young I know right?) Needless to say, I was ready for a tattoo and I was determined to get one . There was only one question that stood in the way, what was I going to get? I had looked from stars to butterflies to paw prints to wolves. How was I suppose to choose, I was all over the place! I looked for days and finally found the one. It was like a new bride finding the perfect dress. I automatically fell in love with it; I knew it was what I wanted and I knew where I wanted it, on my right. By now, I know what you're thinking-- well what does this tattoo look like?
And here it is! Like I said, it;s the original that I printed off the internet. So, my boyfriend and I drove all the way to Memphis, Tennessee for this; our original guy wasn't working and I really, really wanted this tat. Just a little FYI, it was not my idea to go to Memphis; it was my boyfriend's, Kelly, idea. When we got down there and to the studio, I had to control my excitement. The artist was already working on someone so I took no time getting myself ready to be next. I showed the girl up front the picture, how big I wanted, and that I wanted color. She went back to talk to the artist and she soon came back and told me that it would have to be a little bit bigger. That was not my idea of a first tattoo; at least not that big. After waiting for about an hour, it was finally my turn! What I thought would take forty-five minutes to an hour, turn into two hours! Forty-five minutes just for the outline! While he was doin the outline I was shaking really bad. Not for the reason I know you are thinking; I was cold! So the guy said we would take a ten minute break long enough for me to warm up an dhe could smoke a cigarette. When we started again, all that was left was the shading and coloring. Now you're wondering, how would shading and coloring take so long? Honestly I don't know, ha ha; but it took at least another hour to do it. I wish I had a picture during but my phone was lost and the pictures are gone of the tattoo of the 'during' and right after it was done. Good news, I have a picture of it five months later.
I'm absolutely still in love with my tattoo! I've already caught myself looking at designs for another one. Although, I done told myself my nextone was going to be of my first kid; I believe what everyone has told me, tattoos are very addicting!
Do you remember when you were a teen and swore up and down that you were getting a real tat? Then your parents/gaurdians, and/or friends talked you out of it?
Are you smiling cause you remember or thinking I'm just crazy? Did you get one?
I'm one of those kids and my own promise to myself came through, ha ha. It was during tax season and I had been debating on a tattoo since I was around thirteen (young I know right?) Needless to say, I was ready for a tattoo and I was determined to get one . There was only one question that stood in the way, what was I going to get? I had looked from stars to butterflies to paw prints to wolves. How was I suppose to choose, I was all over the place! I looked for days and finally found the one. It was like a new bride finding the perfect dress. I automatically fell in love with it; I knew it was what I wanted and I knew where I wanted it, on my right. By now, I know what you're thinking-- well what does this tattoo look like?
And here it is! Like I said, it;s the original that I printed off the internet. So, my boyfriend and I drove all the way to Memphis, Tennessee for this; our original guy wasn't working and I really, really wanted this tat. Just a little FYI, it was not my idea to go to Memphis; it was my boyfriend's, Kelly, idea. When we got down there and to the studio, I had to control my excitement. The artist was already working on someone so I took no time getting myself ready to be next. I showed the girl up front the picture, how big I wanted, and that I wanted color. She went back to talk to the artist and she soon came back and told me that it would have to be a little bit bigger. That was not my idea of a first tattoo; at least not that big. After waiting for about an hour, it was finally my turn! What I thought would take forty-five minutes to an hour, turn into two hours! Forty-five minutes just for the outline! While he was doin the outline I was shaking really bad. Not for the reason I know you are thinking; I was cold! So the guy said we would take a ten minute break long enough for me to warm up an dhe could smoke a cigarette. When we started again, all that was left was the shading and coloring. Now you're wondering, how would shading and coloring take so long? Honestly I don't know, ha ha; but it took at least another hour to do it. I wish I had a picture during but my phone was lost and the pictures are gone of the tattoo of the 'during' and right after it was done. Good news, I have a picture of it five months later.
I'm absolutely still in love with my tattoo! I've already caught myself looking at designs for another one. Although, I done told myself my nextone was going to be of my first kid; I believe what everyone has told me, tattoos are very addicting!
01 August, 2011
The Little Calf that Could!
Why is this titled 'The Little Calf that Could!'? Well, better tell the story!
By some very unfortunate event, my friend's family (I might as well say my family too!) has 'adopted' a calf. Before we got the poor thing, she was attacked by dogs! The calf suffered a broken jaw, horrendous leg injuries, and wasn't fed properly. you just wanted to cry at the sight of her. We got her home and immediately started tending to her. She had, and stll has, to be bottle fed and it was extremely difficult for her to suck on the bottle because of her jaw. We've given her shots and sprayed her legs to help with the healing process.
It's been almost a month.....
And her jaw is healed, even though she looks funny since it didn't heal back right. Three of her legs are completely healed and her fourth leg is just now beginning to have hide on it. It will most likely take a while longer for the fur to grow back. Too bad we're not keeping her or I'd name her Lucky, or Fat Cow 'cause she's also gotten fat and looking like she should!
Get now why I titled this 'The Little Calf that Could!'?
By some very unfortunate event, my friend's family (I might as well say my family too!) has 'adopted' a calf. Before we got the poor thing, she was attacked by dogs! The calf suffered a broken jaw, horrendous leg injuries, and wasn't fed properly. you just wanted to cry at the sight of her. We got her home and immediately started tending to her. She had, and stll has, to be bottle fed and it was extremely difficult for her to suck on the bottle because of her jaw. We've given her shots and sprayed her legs to help with the healing process.
It's been almost a month.....
And her jaw is healed, even though she looks funny since it didn't heal back right. Three of her legs are completely healed and her fourth leg is just now beginning to have hide on it. It will most likely take a while longer for the fur to grow back. Too bad we're not keeping her or I'd name her Lucky, or Fat Cow 'cause she's also gotten fat and looking like she should!
Get now why I titled this 'The Little Calf that Could!'?
28 January, 2011
Find Out Who Your True Friends Are
How would you describe a true frined? Is this true friend honest? Is this friend a secret keeper? When I think of a true friend, I think of someone who doesn't ask what you got yourself into; they help you no matter what. How can we separate our true friends from our just-for-the-moment friends? Who's with you when you look like crap and you have no one to turn to? Who's there when you fall face first, and you need someone to help you back on your feet? Who never asks anything in return? Do you have anybody like that?
I'll admit it, there are timees when I feel like I'm not a true friend. There are times when I feel like I have abandoned my friends when they really needed me. All in all, I never judge them; no matter what they have done or are doing now. I don't like it when people judge me for the stuff I've done or am doing now so why should I do it to? Sure, I might give (and get) that "I'm disappointed in you" look, but let's face it-- we're all human and we all make mistakes. I don't are who you are, whether you are someone like a president or even a pastor at a church or if you're just someone that everyone 'expects' it out of you. But enough about our faults and enough preaching. We need to top this cake that we call true friends!
Form my own personal experience, and within the past year, I have found out who my true friends are. Let's divide these instances up, shall we? Friend number one-- a close friend that I counted as a sister (would ya have figured that?) I trusted said friend with a very confidential secret, which we will not discuss. Later, meaning months later (sorry for any sarcastic comment that comes out of this), I had a really, really close friend, who in turn was like family, talkig about said secret and said that they know more than I think they know; they have little birdies. Well, this is quite obvious; I've never told anything to this person about said secret. Yet now I keep my mouth shut and say nothing to said friend number one. A friend that I thought was a true friend and would keep ALL my secrets, was just a gossiper in disguise.
Friend number two-- anither close friend that I counted as a sister. this one did keep my secrets, but for some reason said that I was talking about her behind her back. It just so happened that me, and a couple of family member were having a nice dinner when one of said my sister said, "Do you know (which by the way, is never a good thing when a convo is started by said person) that friend #2 and so-and-so are dating?" I gave her the 'look' while replying, "Yeees." The other family member (my aunt) asked if it was my ex and I said yes. Of course I knew, my 'best' friend was dating my ex; she told me herself so drama wouldn't get started. the conversation kept gong on until my sister had said out loud that my ex had been married at one time. And of course, I knew, only because I talked to his sister; who's pretty cool. Obviously my aunt was horrendously shocked. Figures, but moving back to the text message. I told her exactly what was said AND who had said what. She didn't care, apparently, and our friendship ended; at least for a little while. Now we are talking, but things aren't the same anymore. Good thing I'm still friends, and really good friends at that, with her family she stays with.
Since I have been out of high school, my friends are really startin' to show their true colors. I have decided that if they can't be my friend behind my back and during the bad times in my life, then they definitely don't need to be my friend to my and during the best times in my life.
I'll admit it, there are timees when I feel like I'm not a true friend. There are times when I feel like I have abandoned my friends when they really needed me. All in all, I never judge them; no matter what they have done or are doing now. I don't like it when people judge me for the stuff I've done or am doing now so why should I do it to? Sure, I might give (and get) that "I'm disappointed in you" look, but let's face it-- we're all human and we all make mistakes. I don't are who you are, whether you are someone like a president or even a pastor at a church or if you're just someone that everyone 'expects' it out of you. But enough about our faults and enough preaching. We need to top this cake that we call true friends!
Form my own personal experience, and within the past year, I have found out who my true friends are. Let's divide these instances up, shall we? Friend number one-- a close friend that I counted as a sister (would ya have figured that?) I trusted said friend with a very confidential secret, which we will not discuss. Later, meaning months later (sorry for any sarcastic comment that comes out of this), I had a really, really close friend, who in turn was like family, talkig about said secret and said that they know more than I think they know; they have little birdies. Well, this is quite obvious; I've never told anything to this person about said secret. Yet now I keep my mouth shut and say nothing to said friend number one. A friend that I thought was a true friend and would keep ALL my secrets, was just a gossiper in disguise.
Friend number two-- anither close friend that I counted as a sister. this one did keep my secrets, but for some reason said that I was talking about her behind her back. It just so happened that me, and a couple of family member were having a nice dinner when one of said my sister said, "Do you know (which by the way, is never a good thing when a convo is started by said person) that friend #2 and so-and-so are dating?" I gave her the 'look' while replying, "Yeees." The other family member (my aunt) asked if it was my ex and I said yes. Of course I knew, my 'best' friend was dating my ex; she told me herself so drama wouldn't get started. the conversation kept gong on until my sister had said out loud that my ex had been married at one time. And of course, I knew, only because I talked to his sister; who's pretty cool. Obviously my aunt was horrendously shocked. Figures, but moving back to the text message. I told her exactly what was said AND who had said what. She didn't care, apparently, and our friendship ended; at least for a little while. Now we are talking, but things aren't the same anymore. Good thing I'm still friends, and really good friends at that, with her family she stays with.
Since I have been out of high school, my friends are really startin' to show their true colors. I have decided that if they can't be my friend behind my back and during the bad times in my life, then they definitely don't need to be my friend to my and during the best times in my life.
20 January, 2011
Livin' Out in the Country/Boondocks; A Place I Call Home!
Picture this in your head; a small town with a gas station-- two in this case! An old truck stop with delicious country food, a pharmacy/florist, a grocery store, barber shop, a family-owned pool room with yummy food, a funeral home, a bunch of churches (LOTS of 'em), a bank, a small car dealership, a doctor office, and a city hall. Yeah, yeah I know; sounds like a big town. In reality there's less than 500 people where I come from, this little town. Everybody knows everybody, meaning everybody knows every square inch of your very existance. I hope your ready cause we're movin' to the best place ever! And the secret is, everybody doesn't live there. Yelp it's the outskirts of the this little town, way out in the 'country.' All you see is vast seas of corn, beans, wheat, and anything else that can be planted (legally guys, legally in large quantities!) You see trees-- lots of trees and your closest neughbor is about a half mile down the road. Yes, I said road; no. not street, road. Any who, there's ton of wildlife that the average 'city folk' don't see out in their front yards. If they even have a front yard (sorry! Nothing wrong with no front yard! :)) Now some people would say it's the country, and why yes, yes it is. Others, much like in bigger yet small towns would call it the boondocks and it's that too. For the other folk, the real BIG city people, they call it 'out in the middle of nowhere' and the 'woods' and YES it's those too! Wait, what's that? How can I call them all of those? Easy, it's home to me! Sure I would have to drive a few minutes to go to the local gas station or drive almost an hour to go to the mall but hey, it beats hearin' all that racket all the towns seem to have. To hear the crickets chirp, frogs croak, and the coyotes howl just brings this calm and amazing feeling; and that's good enough for me.
But what makes this place so special? It's the people that I get to share it with; my friends and family, my boyfriend (who also live out in the country, almost like me XD.) To experience the clean air and the southern blue skies over-head with its fluffy, fun-shaped clouds passin' by. to play out in the yard with no worries, well of course if your petrified of snakes and wish they would just die (totally kidding, but serious!), and the fresh rain scent after a good shower to grow the crops and the freshly cut grass after a good mow. To wave at everybody who drives by, whether you know them or not. To have parties in the middle of the woods, take the four-wheel drives out to a mudhole and let 'em break loose. Yelp, this is my kind of life and the best part is; it doesn't close like the mall or the theaters! This is the kind a place that I feel like I can just throw my worries away and soak up the sun and just let everythin' fall down and seep in the yard (completely exagerating!)
So no matter where you live; the big city that never sleeps, the big yet small town (much like a suburb), the little ol' town where everybody knows everybody, or where I live-- the country/boondocks/no man's land-- we all have a place that we call home and wouldn't want it any other way. For me, I love my out-in-the-middle-of-nowhere home. The food is scrumptous, the people are nice (well most of 'em), and where life has no worries (like hakuna matata!) Hmmmmm, food sounds pretty good now that I'm thinkin' of it......... anyone up for some friend chicken?
But what makes this place so special? It's the people that I get to share it with; my friends and family, my boyfriend (who also live out in the country, almost like me XD.) To experience the clean air and the southern blue skies over-head with its fluffy, fun-shaped clouds passin' by. to play out in the yard with no worries, well of course if your petrified of snakes and wish they would just die (totally kidding, but serious!), and the fresh rain scent after a good shower to grow the crops and the freshly cut grass after a good mow. To wave at everybody who drives by, whether you know them or not. To have parties in the middle of the woods, take the four-wheel drives out to a mudhole and let 'em break loose. Yelp, this is my kind of life and the best part is; it doesn't close like the mall or the theaters! This is the kind a place that I feel like I can just throw my worries away and soak up the sun and just let everythin' fall down and seep in the yard (completely exagerating!)
So no matter where you live; the big city that never sleeps, the big yet small town (much like a suburb), the little ol' town where everybody knows everybody, or where I live-- the country/boondocks/no man's land-- we all have a place that we call home and wouldn't want it any other way. For me, I love my out-in-the-middle-of-nowhere home. The food is scrumptous, the people are nice (well most of 'em), and where life has no worries (like hakuna matata!) Hmmmmm, food sounds pretty good now that I'm thinkin' of it......... anyone up for some friend chicken?
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