tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14417689636184162832024-03-15T18:10:15.294-07:00Straight SouthernThe thoughts, advice, experiences and life of a southern woman.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11276496624396707967noreply@blogger.comBlogger75125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1441768963618416283.post-18508885465843672402018-02-24T07:34:00.001-08:002019-03-15T14:17:14.510-07:00Power Is IntoxicatingSo first off I'd like to start off by apologizing for my lack of posts in the last two months. Many of you received a mass email stating that I was starting nursing school in regards to becoming a nurse with further desire to become a nurse practitioner and that I would do my best to keep up with demands. While I have kept my promise to continue to respond to emails I have slacked severely on my posts, for this I deeply apologize. There is not a day that goes by that I do not dwell on the inspiration that my growing fans have brought me, and in this leads me to my first blog of the year: Power is Intoxicating.<br>
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As a growing individual in my early twenties, I have discovered that I have very much to learn. As a doctor of philosophy, knowledge of knowledge is an often key aspect of my life, I yearn to never stop learning. I know that knowledge will not make me perfect, intelligent or even literate, but I know that it holds a power that few aim to possess anymore in this world.<br>
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Ever since I was a young child, I have been obsessed with comic books, specifically Marvel and DC. The wildly unimaginable stories of heroism and unexplained power always fascinated me. I use to dream of being bitten by a radioactive spider and having the power to swing to wherever I wanted, to climb any height I wanted without worry of falling to my death.<br>
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I would lay in my room at night looking out of my window at glowing stars, imaging I was Superman(girl) and that I could fly as free as any bird that lived without restraint. To be able to fly through the morning fog and dipping my hand in the water of a pond at dawn was the highlight of my imagination.<br>
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Tying a blanket around my neck and wielding a plastic light saber, I felt that I was one with the "force" that I could move and manipulate as the earth saw fit within me. Silly, silly dreams that faded with age. But seeking power never left me.<br>
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Perhaps that is what Adolf Hitler was seeking as a young child, unimaginable power. I'm currently developing a thesis as I am pursuing another doctorates, this time in Applied Sciences of Nursing. My thesis focuses on the power of healthcare professionals. In it I often wonder aloud if I and any other healthcare professional that seeks the ungodly power to save lives is comparable to Hitler.<br>
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Hitler sought to make the ultimate human race, to control every country, to eradicate races and cultures he did not agree with. I asked myself, do I seek such an ungodly power? Of course, the answer is, no.<br>
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The power I seek, is a godly one, perhaps that does not make it anymore righteous than Hitler's mission for power. Rather, the power I seek, is out of fascination and appreciation.<br>
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Many of us will never know what it feels like to hold another life by the hand as it leaves this world. Many of us will never know the feeling that overwhelms you as you see a newborn child suck in its first breath of life after birth. And sadly many of us will never know the awe-inspiring feeling of restarting a heart that refused to beat.<br>
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This is the power I seek. I seek the power of life. All of us seek this same power, many in different ways. Some seek it through electricity, many lineman play roulette with Hades as they seek to control and manipulate a power much greater than them.<br>
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We all seek power of some sort. Just one taste is all it takes to intoxicate you. That is where I find myself. Saving lives has become the most important thing in my life. Some may think it is a selfish motive, that I seek to save lives for praise, for recognition or maybe even for money.<br>
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However, after hours of reading page after page of my grandfather, Dr. Doyle J. Brewer's medical school journals c.<a dir="ltr" href="tel:1940-1944" x-apple-data-detectors="true" x-apple-data-detectors-type="telephone" x-apple-data-detectors-result="0">1940-1944</a> , I realized that life is so incredibly unique. In a world where we can do anything at the tip of our fingertips on a device the size of a checkbook, there is yet so much we do not know and understand about life.<br>
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"Life is a gift of power," wrote Dr. Brewer c. 1943.<br>
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That statement moved me, but I did not fully understand it until I moved into my first semester of clinicals. You may not understand it now, but someday, someone or something will happen in your life that will humble you in the midst of life itself.<div><br></div><div>
We all posses the power of life, but so little of us wield it with honor. I found that lacking fulfillment in life came from lacking of the power of life. My advice to those of you lacking fulfillment, find the power of life in yourself, use it for the greater good, use it to empower those around you, use it to provide a service to society and if you are like me, use it to save lives.<br>
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Power is intoxicating, for some it brings their downfall but for others it makes a positive impact on generations to come. If you choose to drink from the power of life, what will you use it for?<br>
<a href="https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/415Z2gMLZbL._SY300_.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img alt="Image result for it's a beautiful day to save lives" border="0" src="https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/415Z2gMLZbL._SY300_.jpg" id="id_816e_b9fb_70bf_141" style="width: 0px; height: auto;"></a><br><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">DISCLAIMER: I do not claim to follow, admire or seek to follow the actions of Hitler. I am comparing the power that healthcare professionals seek as the direct opposite of Hitler. Healthcare professionals are seeking a great power like Hitler only for the “good” not for “world domination” so to speak. I want to emphasize the impact healthcare professionals have on the world- it is comparable to Hitlers only it is the direct opposite of motive and intention. And I am simply stating depending on views seeking of power in general may not be considered anymore righteous than Hitlers conquest because who am I to judge. I am from the south and do have Confederate flags but I am in no way a condoning hitlers behavior. </span><br></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11276496624396707967noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1441768963618416283.post-58462902194048573832017-12-04T14:04:00.001-08:002017-12-04T14:04:45.590-08:00The Heartbreaks Of Our Early Twenties<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This world is full of so much pain. It takes even the best of us down. Most of us, by time we reach our early twenties have had very rude awakenings that chew us up and spit us out with nothing left to cry about. These heartbreaks, while damaging, lead us to become the person we are inside. How each and everyone of us handles these individual heartbreaks, lays another stone on the foundation of our being.</div>
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That moment when you feel so beautiful and alive in your own skin but you realize that your partner does not feel the same about themselves or you. It’s like watching someone scrape glitter off of an art project. You’ve spent so much time and effort building yourselves up only to watch the other person lag behind and find you distasteful because you kept going without them.</div>
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A time when you realize you’ve kept yourself somewhere for so long out of obligation to everyone and everything but yourself. You find that your life has become centered around everyone else’s thoughts, actions and ideas. You become a monotone colorless person. Almost like a zombie, just plodding along, doing everyone’s bidding out of robotic habit.</div>
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You realize the person you are is not who you want to be. Either you spend too much money, sleep with too many people, go out too much or whatever it may be. You find that the person you have become is wasteful, careless, thoughtless and very in-the-moment. Instead of planning for the future you live for the day and realize you have nothing to show for.</div>
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Behind all of the glitz and glam of your early twenties and feeling young and empowered, you find emptiness when your friends go home for the night. You find your soul searching for someone to come home to every night, no matter the circumstances. You find yourself wishing your apartment into a house filled with the sounds of dogs and children running through the hallways. You find yourself crying over the yearning for joyous laughter echoing from your family in the dining room.</div>
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The heartbreak when you miss your family. Even if you live 5 minutes down the road. You’d trade a years salary just to live one more day under your parents roof as a child, during one of the sweet moments- whether it be during the holidays or on family movie night. Just a little crackled break in your heart you get when you miss home.</div>
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Death. Death is the hardest heartbreak. Because no one chose to walk away, no one gave up and most likely you didn’t have a chance to say goodbye. The moment it happens you feel like you’ve fallen from 20 stories up and crashed to the ground in a million pieces. The air from your chest has been stolen. Even your tears won’t fall. This is the heartbreak that breaks everything else.</div>
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When your pathway is unclear. The heartbreak that comes from having to choose one thing over another. Choose this job so that I may spend more time with my family but less money to spend on them? Do I go to this college far away and leave all of my friends and family behind? Do I choose myself over someone I wanted to spend forever with? Do I go this way or that? Being forced to choose and then wandering if it was the right choice when everything seems to be going wrong</div>
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The heartbreak of wondering if all of the previous heartbreaks have been worth it all? Is your life the way you want it to be? The break comes when you say, "I don't know."</div>
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For more hunting-related Straight Southern posts:<br />
<a href="http://www.straightsouthern.com/2016/08/duckhuntitis.html">Duckhuntitis</a><br />
<a href="http://www.straightsouthern.com/2016/10/it-bit-me.html">It Bit Me</a><br />
<a href="http://www.straightsouthern.com/2016/07/becoming-hunter.html">Becoming A Hunter</a><br />
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As a teenager, the “perfect job” doesn’t mean much to you as
you are brought up in a world that says college is necessary in order to get
your “dream job”. However, I learned as I got older, most precisely now, in
what is considered my early twenties, that while you may find a job you love,
there are going to be many negative and positive aspects of the job. This is
also the point in time when you realize behind every success story are many
many hours of hard work. While this can make your work life seem like a
mountain you are struggling to climb, it can motivate you to want to prove
yourself to go beyond your self-established limits.<o:p></o:p></div>
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As an adult you will become very accustomed to goodbyes
because everyone has their own life path and you are not always on that path. I
have found many times that when one door closes on a friendship/relationship
another one always opens. Of course it always hurts so much when you lose
people you love. Eventually though you begin to accept that everyone you lose,
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Karma is a bitch, and let me tell you it is best to be her best
friend. Everyone will always get what they deserve, including yourself. I know
that whenever I hurt someone, it’s going to come back around and hurt me
someday too. In this, you also learn to not take people’s attitudes
personally as you know the universe is
going to give them exactly what they deserve. This in turn will make you very
self-aware and in the end helps you make better decisions in your own behavior.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Lord have mercy. You all have read my story many times.
Marriage is not the key to success or happiness in life. If you have problems
before marriage, whether with yourself or life, those problems don’t magically
disappear. Sometimes they become worse. Today’s world makes marriage in a life
goal that somehow makes your life beautiful and happy in theory. However, I
found that marriage is not easy and it’s full of many responsibilities- it’s nothing
like the movies. If you get married for the wrong reasons, (for a fairytale
life) it will most likely end in disaster. Just do you- someone will come
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form of self-motivation. In my case, what starts out as self-motivation turns
into self-negativity that will grow into a big ugly monster that keeps you up
at night, convincing you that you are a failure and will never be anything
better. But life isn’t about competing with others. Behind every perfect
picture you see on social media of someone’s life you envy, are problems and
secrets that would never even cross your mind. “Never judge a book by it’s
cover,” has never been more true that when you become an adult.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Everyone around you will always offer and sometimes attempt
to force their opinions on you because that’s what worked for them or their
brother’s wife’s cousin’s uncle. You know your own life and circumstances
better than anyone. I’ve found hearing the advice is a good thing but taking
every single word to heart is as about as useful as a bible to an atheist. And
of course people will always talk about you when you aren’t there. Just
remember though, Karma will come around. Your actions effect your life, their
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I believe that love at first sight does exist in the case of
a mother giving birth and seeing her child for the first time. As far as
romantic relationships go, it’s no longer a nervous stomach and hormones flying
all over the place- which is mistaken as love at first sight. I learned as I
stepped into my first 20 year that love is having a relationship with someone
that is a good listener when you’ve had a bad day and a good supporter when
life has just totally taken a dump on your head. Love is when a person is
willing to take time out of their busy life for you. Love is working together
as a team. All of this doesn’t come at first sight, but rather after many long
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I learned the hard way that the majority of people are not
trustworthy. I have also learned that the will to survive is very strong, and
if you are surviving, someone who is not, will find you and attempt to attach
themselves to you like a parasite to its host, sucking the life and all of your
happiness out of you. People will always hurt you and disappoint you. Someone
once told me, “Show someone how to break your heart once, and they will
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By now you know, life never goes as planned. Things you so
desperately want, are not always what you need. I have had to learn to accept
my failures and realize that there is another door open on the other side of
the door that just slammed shut in my face. You have to be willing to work for
the things you need and then you will find that the things you want come so
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The previous nine things will give you so many scars.
Learning about them the hard way will cut you open and leave you vulnerable. I
have faced so many failures, rejections and negativities already in my young
life, I know there will be more to come. I have gotten hurt and lost, but in
the end I always find my way back- we all do. The beginning of my adulthood has
been one big mess. But I am not afraid of failure and I’ve been told that is a
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Just so everyone knows, Taco Bell is indeed very near and dear to my heart, I could eat their food for breakfast, lunch and dinner for the rest of my life. <img alt="❤" data-goomoji="2764" goomoji="2764" src="https://ssl.gstatic.com/mail/emoji/v7/png48/emoji_u2764.png" style="height: 24px; margin: 0px 0.2ex; vertical-align: middle; width: 24px;" /></div>
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<b>1. </b>Burritos before Bros. Ladies you all know that Taco Bell's Beefy 5-Layer Burrito is way more complex than any simple minded man will ever be. With double tortillas this burrito will be sure to catch all of your tears.<img alt="" data-goomoji="1f625" goomoji="1f625" src="https://ssl.gstatic.com/mail/emoji/v7/png48/emoji_u1f625.png" style="height: 24px; margin: 0px 0.2ex; vertical-align: middle; width: 24px;" /></div>
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<b>2. </b>Speaking of tears, tacos have never made anyone cry, they love you just as much as your taste-buds love them. So order that 12 taco pack with no regret, Taco Bell will not break your heart. <img alt="" data-goomoji="1f494" goomoji="1f494" src="https://ssl.gstatic.com/mail/emoji/v7/png48/emoji_u1f494.png" style="height: 24px; margin: 0px 0.2ex; vertical-align: middle; width: 24px;" /></div>
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<b>3. </b>Taco Bell makes for the ultimate affair, you can cheat on your diet with the Bell anytime. You know their doors will always be open. Just imagine Taco Bell singing Take It Out On Me by Florida Georgia Line. That midnight taco run doesn't sound so bad now does it? <img alt="" data-goomoji="1f440" goomoji="1f440" src="https://ssl.gstatic.com/mail/emoji/v7/png48/emoji_u1f440.png" style="height: 24px; margin: 0px 0.2ex; vertical-align: middle; width: 24px;" /></div>
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<b>4. </b>You can't fry your man crisp and then cover him in warm nacho cheese, pico de gallo and smother his last words with sourcream and mild sauce like you can Taco Bell's XXL Nachos.<img alt="" data-goomoji="1f445" goomoji="1f445" src="https://ssl.gstatic.com/mail/emoji/v7/png48/emoji_u1f445.png" style="height: 24px; margin: 0px 0.2ex; vertical-align: middle; width: 24px;" /></div>
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<b>5. </b>Taco Bell will never body shame you. The Bell doesn't care how much you weigh, just as long as you're happy with the tacos in your hands. </div>
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<b>6. </b>You don't have to worry about Taco Bell being a deadbeat dad, it will always be there to feed your food baby for as long as you need.<img alt="" data-goomoji="1f463" goomoji="1f463" src="https://ssl.gstatic.com/mail/emoji/v7/png48/emoji_u1f463.png" style="height: 24px; margin: 0px 0.2ex; vertical-align: middle; width: 24px;" /></div>
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<b>7. </b>Sharing is caring, you can share your Taco Bell with your best friend without worry. Taco Bell with your bestie will be the ultimate threesome you will never want to get out of.<img alt="" data-goomoji="1f64c" goomoji="1f64c" src="https://ssl.gstatic.com/mail/emoji/v7/png48/emoji_u1f64c.png" style="height: 24px; margin: 0px 0.2ex; vertical-align: middle; width: 24px;" /></div>
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<b>8. </b>Taco Bell will never bitch at you....for anything....Those gorgeous tacos all safely wrapped up don't care how crazy you drive or how long you take to get ready, at the end of the day, they will still be waiting for you.<img alt="⏰" data-goomoji="23f0" goomoji="23f0" src="https://ssl.gstatic.com/mail/emoji/v7/png48/emoji_u23f0.png" style="height: 24px; margin: 0px 0.2ex; vertical-align: middle; width: 24px;" /></div>
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<b>9. </b> You don't have to fight your Taco Bell meal for the remote. Your Gordita Crunches are happy to watch whatever you want on Netflix. <img alt="" data-goomoji="1f4fa" goomoji="1f4fa" src="https://ssl.gstatic.com/mail/emoji/v7/png48/emoji_u1f4fa.png" style="height: 24px; margin: 0px 0.2ex; vertical-align: middle; width: 24px;" /></div>
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<b>10. </b>Taco Bells' Cinnabon Delights will be the only balls you ever want to put in your mouth or hold in your hand. Don't even get me started about the landscaping <img alt="" data-goomoji="1f60d" goomoji="1f60d" src="https://ssl.gstatic.com/mail/emoji/v7/png48/emoji_u1f60d.png" style="height: 24px; margin: 0px 0.2ex; vertical-align: middle; width: 24px;" />.</div>
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<b>11. </b>The Bell can calm all of your worries with 5 little words, "May I take your order?"<img alt="邏" data-goomoji="1f913" goomoji="1f913" src="https://ssl.gstatic.com/mail/emoji/v7/png48/emoji_u1f913.png" style="height: 24px; margin: 0px 0.2ex; vertical-align: middle; width: 24px;" /></div>
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<b>12.</b> With Taco Bell you never have to worry about the heat dying down. The Bell keeps things spicy with Diablo <img alt="" data-goomoji="1f608" goomoji="1f608" src="https://ssl.gstatic.com/mail/emoji/v7/png48/emoji_u1f608.png" style="height: 24px; margin: 0px 0.2ex; vertical-align: middle; width: 24px;" /></div>
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<b>13. </b>Messy hair, Taco Bell doesn't care.<img alt="" data-goomoji="1f487" goomoji="1f487" src="https://ssl.gstatic.com/mail/emoji/v7/png48/emoji_u1f487.png" style="height: 24px; margin: 0px 0.2ex; vertical-align: middle; width: 24px;" /></div>
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<b>14. </b>With the Bell's breakfast menu, you never have to spend another Saturday morning curled up alone while ex-bae is out golfing. <img alt="⛳" data-goomoji="26f3" goomoji="26f3" src="https://ssl.gstatic.com/mail/emoji/v7/png48/emoji_u26f3.png" style="height: 24px; margin: 0px 0.2ex; vertical-align: middle; width: 24px;" /></div>
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<b>15.</b> TACO BELL IS BAE.<img alt="" data-goomoji="1f32e" goomoji="1f32e" src="https://ssl.gstatic.com/mail/emoji/v7/png48/emoji_u1f32e.png" style="height: 24px; margin: 0px 0.2ex; vertical-align: middle; width: 24px;" /><img alt="" data-goomoji="1f32f" goomoji="1f32f" src="https://ssl.gstatic.com/mail/emoji/v7/png48/emoji_u1f32f.png" style="height: 24px; margin: 0px 0.2ex; vertical-align: middle; width: 24px;" /><img alt="" data-goomoji="1f32e" goomoji="1f32e" src="https://ssl.gstatic.com/mail/emoji/v7/png48/emoji_u1f32e.png" style="height: 24px; margin: 0px 0.2ex; vertical-align: middle; width: 24px;" /><img alt="" data-goomoji="1f32f" goomoji="1f32f" src="https://ssl.gstatic.com/mail/emoji/v7/png48/emoji_u1f32f.png" style="height: 24px; margin: 0px 0.2ex; vertical-align: middle; width: 24px;" /><img alt="" data-goomoji="1f32e" goomoji="1f32e" src="https://ssl.gstatic.com/mail/emoji/v7/png48/emoji_u1f32e.png" style="height: 24px; margin: 0px 0.2ex; vertical-align: middle; width: 24px;" /><img alt="" data-goomoji="1f32f" goomoji="1f32f" src="https://ssl.gstatic.com/mail/emoji/v7/png48/emoji_u1f32f.png" style="height: 24px; margin: 0px 0.2ex; vertical-align: middle; width: 24px;" /><img alt="" data-goomoji="1f32e" goomoji="1f32e" src="https://ssl.gstatic.com/mail/emoji/v7/png48/emoji_u1f32e.png" style="height: 24px; margin: 0px 0.2ex; vertical-align: middle; width: 24px;" /><img alt="" data-goomoji="1f32f" goomoji="1f32f" src="https://ssl.gstatic.com/mail/emoji/v7/png48/emoji_u1f32f.png" style="height: 24px; margin: 0px 0.2ex; vertical-align: middle; width: 24px;" /></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11276496624396707967noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1441768963618416283.post-79244811069355983182017-08-09T10:00:00.003-07:002017-08-09T10:01:44.940-07:00Twenty Something, Twenty Nothing<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">As a young child, none of us really thought about anything more than going to the park to play and hoping our next meal came from McDonald's. But it seems as an adult, all of our childish aspirations and dreams fade away.</span><br />
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I'm 22 years old, going on 23, going on lost. </div>
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As a child I never worried about where my next meal would come from or if I would have clothes to wear for school. I thought life was good and easy for the most part. My parents were my beloved best friends and I thought they knew everything.</div>
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I can remember sitting in the truck on a road trip and giving my mother "hard" multiplication problems to answer because I was awe-inspired that she could do such "hard" math in her head.</div>
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"Mama, what's 300 times 20!?" I would say.</div>
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"6,000 Kayla," my mother would almost instantly reply.</div>
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"Okay, but what is 265 times 91?" I would ask.</div>
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"How do you do that!?"</div>
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"It just takes practice moving numbers around in your head," my mother would always say.</div>
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Or I thought it was amazing that my father took complicated images of peoples heads and "found" cancer and inserted IVs. I wanted to be just like him someday. I use to take every chance I got to go to work with him, I even read his college text books.</div>
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Its funny though....how much time has passed. Memories that were clear as day when they were happening but are now fuzzy and fading away with each day.</div>
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By the time I reached my teens I realized that my parents were "old" and behind the times. My mother had been using her old Nokia phone to calculate those numbers and my dad was definitely no brain surgeon, besides I was type one diabetic and I inserted my own IVs all the time!</div>
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No one wanted to be like their parents, especially me. I remember thinking how little they really knew about the world. I was it, I was part of the new generation, part of the future! How could they possibly know!?</div>
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I felt like everything I did was better done my way, their way was old and out-of-date. I still let them teach me things, but only in vain. I knew I'd have to learn to work, manage my money and do "adult things." But I never really knew what those things entailed. I did not know how much of the world my parents worked hard to keep from getting to me.</div>
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When I reached 16, I felt like I was it, I was biting at the bit, just waiting to reach 18, so I could strike out on my own and prove that I knew how to do life better than my parents. I fought them tooth and nail every step of the way. </div>
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As soon as my 18th birthday rolled over, I struck out on my own. And when I say struck out, that's exactly what I did, was struck out....I struck out like the Cardinals playing the Cubs in the bottom of the ninth tied 4 to 4. I thought I had life in the bag until I had the rug ripped right out from underneath my feet.</div>
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I struggled up a downward slope that just never seemed to end. But I was convinced that I still knew better.</div>
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By 19 years old, I started to think, "Maybe my parents were on to something here. Maybe they really do know a little about life." But of course that wasn't enough for me and I continued on as my parents watched me make their same struggles that they tried to save me from. My nineteenth year in life was the hardest I've ever lived. I hated life at that point.</div>
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One day after I turned 20, I woke up and realized I didn't know a damn thing. Already I had spent what seemed like so much of my life struggling while my parents seemed to live happy lives. I started to suddenly appreciate my parents and the things they had to say. And that my dear readers, is when my life started to take a turn for the better.</div>
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When 21 rolled around, I knew that my very short and insignificant 21 years of life meant nothing in comparison to my parents 30+ years. Twenty something, means absolutely nothing. I realized the time I had spent thinking I knew it all, was the most miserable I had ever been and time had really seemed to drag on. But now here I was, a young 21 year old surfing my way through the world.</div>
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And now, here I am 22 years old, heading towards 23. Every month I spend listening to my parents wisdom seems to fly by faster and faster. I grow older but somehow younger and my parents just seem to grow older but wiser.</div>
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This Saturday, August 12th, 2017, I will have been living in Illinois for 2 years. It's crazy for me to ponder that fact. But I know I could've never done it, had I never realized my parents "know-it-all." At times I still feel lost in this world. I've found myself, but sometimes I still find myself searching for my own path. My parents know this and always point me in the best possible direction.</div>
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If there is one thing I do know, my time with my parents is ticking down and that's something no one is able to stop. I just hope they are around long enough for me to raise my own twenty something out of twenty nothing.</div>
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To my parents, if you are reading this: Thank you for all of your love and support now and times past. Being your daughter is my greatest honor and I just want you all to know this twenty something knows ABSOLUTELY nothing!</div>
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~IN LOVING DEDICATION TO: SARA EVANS, JASON BREWER, JAMIE BREWER & JEFF EVANS~</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11276496624396707967noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1441768963618416283.post-89534444670558084992017-07-13T08:05:00.000-07:002017-07-13T08:05:19.327-07:00How to Love An Emotionally Scarred Girl <span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">If you clicked on this blog post then you know the type of girl I am talking about. Maybe you are that girl or maybe you are the person trying to love that girl. </span><br />
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Loving someone who is insecure and scared you are going to leave is not easy. Many times the person trying to love her feels like they are paying for past heartbreaks. It is true, you are, that is why you have so much more to prove to her.</div>
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Loving and leaving is an all too familiar feeling to this girl. Her past causes her insecurities to sometimes get the best of her. It's not that she can't move on from the past, but she has deep scars in her emotions to remind her where to never tread again.</div>
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The insecure voices in her head from these scars convince her to act and think in ways that are not in her personality. These voices are the same ones to tell her she isn't good enough to be with you, that one day you will wake up and realize you can do better than her.</div>
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These scars and voices come from repetitive unfortunate events. To her, every time something in her life is looking up and she is becoming happy, it always comes crashing down. When things are great for her they always end up worse than where they started. She feels like when the going gets good its bound to end. It's your job to show her it doesn't have to end.</div>
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This girl is terrified of the feeling of being left, she knows the ugly truth of breakups, it haunts her dreams at night. Because you are not like everyone in her past who has loved and left her she fears you leaving even more, because she feels a deeper connection to you. Somewhere deep inside she knows you won't leave her but the voices inside will make her doubt that for a long time. She knows that if you ever left, she would never be the same. She would eventually pick herself back up and move on, but even then she would have another nasty scar to carry beside the rest.</div>
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If you truly love this girl, then the best thing you can do is to love her with all that you are.</div>
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Show her love in a way that silences the insecure voices. Don't question her why she has the insecurities, you why they are there, just accept that they are there and love her until she makes them disappear herself. She will say and do many things she doesn't mean, simply out of fear. But so will you. Forgive. Forget. Love like no other.</div>
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Show her love in a way that makes this girl know without a doubt that she is enough for you and what she means to you. You will know if you are doing this right because your relationship will blossom and she will begin to reflect true confidence in you, herself and life in general.</div>
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Show her love in a way that will give her comfort. Things go wrong in life, that's part of the game, many things we cannot control. But show her you aren't just there for the good times, but the bad times too.</div>
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Show her love in a way that let's her know you are there when she needs you. You have to be the person she trusts and can count on to listen to her thoughts. She knows you will not always understand but just listening and being the voice of reason is enough.</div>
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If you really love this girl you can do everything mentioned above without trying...Love takes effort at times, but if you have to force yourself to be what she needs, then you do not love her in the way she needs. You have to be different from the others. The ones who tried and failed her, the ones who couldn't appreciate everything she is, the ones who try to love her only to leave her and the ones who wouldn't show her the love she deserves.</div>
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When you're loving this girl right, she'll know the only place you plan to be, is by her side.</div>
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Well I'm here to break it to you, all of these things are because of you. Your life sucks, because of you. The weight of the world is on your shoulders, because you put it there. You deserve more in life that what you currently have, but you put yourself in this position.</div>
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One of America's most pristine author's Jordan Belfort once said," The only thing standing between you and your goal is the bullshit story you keep telling yourself as to why you can't achieve it." </div>
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If that quote makes you butthurt, then chances are, it's because it's true and if you're offended, then click off of my blog, because shit is about to get real!</div>
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You're crappy attitude towards life has brought you right to where you are- drowning in your own self-misery and self-pity. Only you have allowed yourself to use the negatives in life to self-propel yourself down a steep slope. By letting the negative things win, you have allowed negativity to control your life and bring you to rock-bottom misery.</div>
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All of this is no one's fault but your own. And yes, even I too, have been there and sometimes I can still find myself there.</div>
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I felt I would never move out of a small one-horse town, that I'd always be stuck there. I just knew I'd never have a job I enjoyed or a spouse that shared my ambitions. I would just always be stuck in this same old routine of life- unhappy and bored.</div>
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I felt that way for a long time until someone told me that I needed to stop making excuses for myself. At first I was highly offended because how could they possibly know what my life was like, they didn't understand that I had bills to pay and a husband to tend to and that it was just impossible to pick up my life and move. However, I spent some time thinking, a lot of time, more than I even care to admit to. Finally, I did realize I was the only holding myself back from everything I wanted. Human-tendency is to take the easy street and avoid bumps but, in doing this it really just slams you right into the biggest bump of your life that makes you think there is no way out.</div>
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You find yourself afraid of becoming frustrated, you find yourself backing down because its too stressful. Well it's bullshit, all of it, complete utter bullshit. Time for you to suck it up buttercup and do something about it!</div>
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Don't be afraid to get lost. Don't be afraid to meet new people. Don't be afraid to look for a new job that is more fulfilling. Don't be afraid to find someone who wants more with you. Don't be afraid to pick up your life and change it for the better. Fear is what causes us all to fail.</div>
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You can say, "I saved up several times to take a trip to Europe but things kept coming up. My car broke down, I accrued some medical bills and I had to fix my hot water heater in my house." Sounds reasonable right? Of course! Life is full of "ifs" we have no idea what is going to happen on any given time and day. Continuing to focus on the negative will only make this worse. </div>
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You will never be happy in your life if you continue to associate yourself with negative things and negative people that suck the ever-living life out of you. "You are your own worst enemy," as my mother always use to say.</div>
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Plain and simple: Stop criticizing others and take a look at your own life. What can you do to make your life better?</div>
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Changing takes time and small steps. It's not something that you can expect to happen overnight. No one, including life does not owe you anything. You can't expect to go buy a lottery ticket and to win millions because you were optimistic about it. You can't expect to have a good job if all you do is attempt to put in an application with no real effort behind it. You can't expect to wake up in a beautiful house if you don't work for it.</div>
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Half-assing things in life will get you nowhere, hard work is required. To some just saying "work your ass off" is unappealing but it's the truth. Working your ass of is what gives your life meaning, purpose and fulfillment. When you are working your ass off, then you are working towards something- no dead ends come from working your hiney off.</div>
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Self-belief will be the biggest thing you every accomplish as far as your personality goes. No one will believe you can do anything until you can believe you can do and you actually do it. It's a lot of do's but it works. </div>
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Everyone around you can want the best for you, but no one and I mean no one can make things better for you. You have to stop doing things that don't make you happy, stop blaming your problems and woes of life on other people and the sake of us all, stop thinking you are entitled to anything life has to offer!</div>
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<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 17px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 17pt;">Sometimes because of the uncontrollable things in our lives we find ourselves wishing for someone else's life. </span></p><p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 17px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 17pt;"><br></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 17px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 17pt;">But what we don't realize is each and everyone of us have travelled down a path unique to our very person that has enabled us to handle things in life better than the next person who hasn't lived our life. You can take your journey through life and swap lives with someone you perceive to have the perfect life, only to find they are going through something you had no idea about. </span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 17px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 17pt;">I had someone tell me the other day they wished they could have my life. Little do they know, my life is far from perfect. This blog post isn't a whine story about my personal insecurities and problems in life but rather a look past my skin.</span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 17px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 17pt;">The imperfection in my life starts with the mirror. I own who I am, I love who I am, but sometimes that love teeters on a fine line of self hate. Outwardly and a little inwardly I'm confident of how I look. But you see the world has these outrageous beauty standards. All it takes is for me to stand naked in front of the mirror and to remember a woman I saw every male in the bar fawning over. </span></p><p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 17px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 17pt;"><br></span></p><p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 17px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 17pt;">This woman is the most beautiful blonde you ever saw, with bright blue eyes, perfect white teeth, a face that you can't help but feel drawn into when your eyes meet her smile and a body you could swear fell out of a Victoria's Secret catalog.</span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 17px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69); min-height: 20.3px;"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 17pt;"></span><br></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 17px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 17pt;"> The problem is that I know I fall way below those standards, instead of being confident that I'm great just the way I am, I analyze how I can change the way my body and face looks only to end with a depressing sigh because I am who I am. I can't change the way god made me. Sure I can go under the knife and let doctors shape me into a Barbie doll- but who would ever want or love someone that vain? </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 17px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 17pt;">But more thoughts follow those: who would want me the way I am now? Nobody. It's a lose, lose.</span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 17px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 17pt;">"I wish I could be like her, she's so pretty everybody loves her." -Mistake 1</span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 17px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 17pt;">More imperfection carries into my life- that same girl I saw in the bar, was very charismatic, every person of any walk of life and gender pined for her attention. She had a laugh that sounded like bells ringing. Her happiness just seemed to saturate the room and cover everyone up in a good time. </span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 17px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 17pt;">When I enter a room, nobody notices I'm there, not that I want to be noticed, but I want to be able to spread happiness and positivity with every footprint I leave.</span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 17px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 17pt;">"I wish I could be like her, everyone loves being around her."-Mistake 2</span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 17px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 17pt;">This same woman has a lot of money, she's perceived as very successful in life, she drives a nice car, wears nice clothes, carries a big rock on her hand and lives in a big house.</span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 17px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 17pt;">I am not quite so sparkly, as I come with a paycheck to paycheck policy that has passed up more success in life than I've gained, I drive a decent vehicle with a few scratches and cloth seats, I wear secondhand and clearance clothes, I carry my family's heirloom on my hand and I live in a small single family house. My life is clean and solid but not quite so luxurious and shiny.</span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 17px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 17pt;">I could spend every second wishing and working every hour of every day striving for what I wish I had.</span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 17px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 17pt;">"I wish I could be like her, her life is perfect!"- Mistake 3</span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 17px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 17pt;">The positives about myself.... searching....</span></p><p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 17px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 17pt;">If I dig deep enough, I can come up with a few:</span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 17px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 17pt;">I can handle pain, physical, mental and emotional. I can take it like it doesn't phase me like the stabs at my heart are deflected by impenetrable cold hard ice. </span></p><p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 17px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 17pt;"><br></span></p><p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 17px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 17pt;">I can handle life going to shit because I've been to the bottom with no money, I can draw something from nothing, because the only way I've ever had something is because I made it happen for myself. I make friends easy because I know the worth of loyalty and what it's like to need somebody when you have nobody.</span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 17px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 17pt;">"Those positives don't help me in any way- they will never help me get to the blonde's life that I want so badly, so what use are they?"-Mistake 4</span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 17px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69); min-height: 20.3px;"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 17pt;"></span><br></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 17px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 17pt;">Little do I know... this blonde... is beautiful... but those who really know her, find her appalling because she has an attitude and vicious side with absolutely no value of loyalty that has pushed away most of her friends. Those who are drawn to her and beg for her attention are always after what she has. Men just want what they can get out of her, even women think they can get some spare change thrown their way. But keep peeling back her skin and you'll find she's trapped with her abusive husband because if she leaves him she'll be in debt up to her pretty blues. All of her costly nice things come at a cost to her own humanity.</span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 17px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 17pt;">But what I really don't know about her, is that she wishes she could have my life- I have true friends I can trust with my life. Everyone is cordial and friendly with me, no one is after my money or my shiny things. My partner treats me as his equal and loves me unconditionally. I don't have much to my name but I'm not in debt. </span></p><p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 17px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 17pt;"><br></span></p><p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 17px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 17pt;">Without knowing her side of the story, my life can seem mediocre.</span></p><p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 17px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69); min-height: 20.3px;"><br></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 17px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 17pt;">However, knowing her side of the story shows me who I am and makes me happy to be, well, me. I am who I am, because of where I've been. I'll be even better because of where I'm going.</span></p>
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Being a woman in this day and age is
more than just being a gender, its more or less a full-time job. We
go through so many struggles that men could never fathom. They don't
understand just how real the struggle is...although they do try their
best to accommodate us.</div>
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Any woman who is considered to be grown
nowadays would understand the all too real struggle of keeping up
with contouring. I mean even some men are doing it. I can barely put
on makeup without looking like an emo kid from the 2000s, and you've
got these divas on YouTube who can make themselves look like Kim
Kardashian. But we women who don't contour rest soundly at night
knowing we can go for a swim and not come back up looking like
Medusa.</div>
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Don't even get me started on bodily
maintenance. Sometimes I just wish I could've been born back during
the B.C. Ages. We are covered in hair for a reason, but for some damn
reason that I don't know we have all been trained from a young age to
shave ourselves into a bunch of naked mole rats. Yeah you know what
I'm talking about...Wake up in the morning hoping to wear that cute
new dress to work, but a quick swipe over the legs makes that
overpriced dress a “no-go”. Even better, when your man is kissing
you and you know where its heading, the hole time hes running his
hands up and down your legs you are screaming at yourself, “WHY
DIDN'T I SHAVE THIS MORNING!? HE'S GONNA THINK I'M A DAMN WOOKIE1”
Yeah... the struggle is real.</div>
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B.R.A......A man had to have been the
one to invent a bra. Today's society seriously expects us to strap
our beloved girls up tight enough to constrict a rat like a boa and
high enough to leave the horse on the ground. Clearly though, this
same inventor of the bra had a deal with Karma. We women are all
naturally bitchy at times, but put an extra bitch in bitchy and Karma
releases the mighty threads of your over the shoulder boulder holder,
allowing wire stab your fat blobs right in the mammary gland.</div>
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We do have some advantages though, as
women... I can only count like one, maybe two. If you got a pretty
face or a puddin' face you can get a lot out of men if you know how
to use what god gave you right. Flutter your eyelashes like you're
whipping up the next hurricane Katrina and that speeding ticket just
turned into a warning.</div>
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Men like to complain about our “girl
stuff” taking over the bathroom, but I mean come one, we do try to
downsize but we need so much to keep up our delicate bodies. Shampoo
is an obvious need, but conditioner is to keep the hair soft. Body
wash for keeping that smell they love on us so much, shaving gel for
our legs, arms and down under; heat protection- I mean duh gotta
protect our hair from the curling iron's wrath; argan oil for some
shine; hand lotion; body lotion; foot scrub; nail polishes- a color
for every mood; face wash, face toner, facial moisturizer, deodorant,
perfume, maaaaaakeup(20 items or more right there).... Girl stuff is
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Clothes...ugh...we need so many but
hate most of them. You can't ever buy the same size of clothing at
every store, because whatever is a 6 at Maurice's is an 8 at Rue21.
Online shopping is a complete fail. I can't ever buy anything online
and get the size right the first time. By time I pay all the shipping
charges to return it three times (even after using the store's sizing
chart) I could've bought 3-4 new shirts.</div>
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Last but not least....You can't ever be
angry and be taken seriously. When women get angry its cute or funny.
When I'm pissed off, I want to be feared like I'm Maleficent. Sadly
all I ever get is laughter... The only time when we are ever actually
allowed to be angry is during that “time of the month” and if you
got the balls to mention it, you won't have 'em after you say it.
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The struggle of every woman is real,
but the world just wouldn't be the same without us and our quirky
little hangups. Have you got your own real-life womanly struggles?
Email me yours, I'd love to hear from my female Straight Southern
readers! Love y'all, keep it pretty, keep it classy and always keep
it just a bit smart assy! </div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11276496624396707967noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1441768963618416283.post-18497204417570184502017-03-15T10:45:00.001-07:002017-03-15T10:45:05.439-07:00Love Me When I'm Gone<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 17px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 17pt;">I know it's been over a month since I've posted and I apologize to my loyal readers who have returned week after week looking for a new post. I was without a computer for that entire time and my phone could not process my HTML uploads and don't even get me started on the ancient library computers that were still running on dial up at the town square.</span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 17px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 17pt;">Anyways I just thought I would update everyone on my crazy life- I went to Arkansas for a week about a month ago, then I came home for about three days and took a business trip to Davenport, Iowa for a new day job I started. For those nosy enough to care I'm now working as a Donor Recruiter for Mississippi Valley Regional Blood Center. It keeps me busy through the day and life keeps me busy the rest of the time.</span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 17px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 17pt;">While I was out of town for those two weeks I realized a lot about relationships that I had failed to learn years prior. My ex husband was so codependent and clingy that I couldn't go anywhere without him and if I did there would be hell to pay which usually made me turn around and cancel my plans. (But oh yes it was just fine if he went out wherever doing whatever.)</span></p><p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 17px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 17pt;"><br></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 17px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 17pt;">I was telling my mama about all of this the other day, I asked her if it was normal for my current relationship to feel this good, this close and this complete. I said Brandon is my best friend. She assured me that's how it should be and that I deserved the happiness I had been denied for so long. </span></p><p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 17px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 17pt;"><br></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 17px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 17pt;">It was funny to watch Brandon and I's relationship grow to the next level over something as simple as voluntary separation for vacation and work related issues. </span></p><p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 17px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 17pt;"><br></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 17px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 17pt;">When you are away from your significant other you learn the truth about how much not just the other but how much both of you care for one another.</span></p><p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 17px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 17pt;"><br></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 17px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 17pt;">We texted each other a lot more per day than usual and literally about nothing important, mostly to trade "I love you's" and "I miss you's" 20 times a day. It was annoying for outsiders but for us it was like we were grasping for each other to make sure one wasn't slipping away.</span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 17px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 17pt;">You also learn if the other takes you for granted, I didn't have time to not reach out because he took the initiative.</span></p><p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 17px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 17pt;"><br></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 17px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 17pt;">You will also find that Snapchat or FaceTime has become the third wheel in your relationship, and most likely one of you is going to fall asleep while on the phone talking, it's cute but comforting that you can still play "you hang up first" in your 20s.</span></p><p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 17px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 17pt;"><br></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 17px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 17pt;">Instantly pillows try to take the place of your partner but alas they do not snore, twitch or have nightly outbursts of indecipherable words- and you do not and will not have a decent night of rest until you return back home to sleep in your lover's arms.</span></p><p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 17px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 17pt;"><br></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 17px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 17pt;">You also find yourself making a million plans in your heads of all the things you guys are gonna do together when you get back home- reality check: Netflix... but that's cool too.</span></p><p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 17px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 17pt;"><br></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 17px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 17pt;">When you return home you find your phone full of screenshots of cutesy conversations you two had over texts or of Instagram posts of cutesy quotes that made your heart warm just thinking about them. You won't show any of them once you make it back to reality because you realized how nauseating romantic your mind was being...</span></p><p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 17px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 17pt;"><br></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 17px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 17pt;">When you have a bad day while out of town the best thing to do is sleep it off, because it sucks- and don't even get me started on the rain because knowing your thunder buddy is 400 miles away does not help you sleep.</span></p><p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 17px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 17pt;"><br></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 17px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 17pt;">While you're away time slows down to a crawl- you count the minutes to when you'll be home, because yes you yourself took for granted even the little annoying things about them that you missed so much. </span></p><p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 17px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 17pt;"><br></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 17px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 17pt;">Do you know the saying , </span><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText-Italic'; font-style: italic; font-size: 17pt;">“If you love someone, let them go and if they come back then it’s meant to be”</span><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 17pt;">? I think that same rule applies to this situation . When you truly love someone, you should be able to let them do whatever they need to do in order to pursue their goals and they should do the exact same thing for you, because then you can be sure you are experiencing the right type of love...</span></p><p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 17px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 17pt;"> the type that is liberating....</span></p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11276496624396707967noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1441768963618416283.post-87433916307802678542017-02-02T11:40:00.003-08:002017-02-02T16:09:06.091-08:00Letter To A Diabetic's Lover<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
We are all imperfect people, some a
little more quirkier than others, a little smarter than others, a
little slower than others, a little crazier than others, a little
prettier than others and some a little sicker than others.</div>
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This post today is dedicated to every
diabetic's life partner. We struggle to fight an incredibly difficult
battle every day, but for those of us lucky enough, we have someone
who is dedicated to us through thick ,and thin-willing to stick it out
through the worst of our disease.</div>
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So if you're diabetic and you have that
special someone you always wanted to thank them for just being them
through it all, show them this letter:</div>
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</div>
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My love,</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
My situation in life seems to be so unfortunate at times. As you
have come to know, diabetes on its best day, presents a challenge.
You've watched me fail many times to handle my body and succeed many
times at rubbing the disease's face in the dirt, and it is for that,
that I wish to thank you.</div>
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<br></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
I would like to thank you for all of the nights you stay up with me
when I have high blood sugars. All the times my crazy alarms go off
and wake you up but fail to wake me up, so you wake me up and save me
from a climbing blood sugar. All the times you just know something
isn't right about the still way I lay in the bed and you bring me
juice to yet again save me, only this time from a fifty-something.</div>
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<br></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
I would like to thank you for all the times you ask about my blood
sugars or if I've taken insulin for the piece of candy I just popped
in my mouth because, even though I make a face at you and say “Thanks
Mom,” secretly I'm thankful to know you care enough to ask and
offer your help in any way. All the times you ask if there is
anything you can do for me. And yes even all of the times you go out
of your way to bring me my favorite diet soda, Diet A&W Rootbeer
to be exact.</div>
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<br></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
I would like to thank you for the times you have interrupted our
plans to make sure I get something to eat because you know if I'm
left to my own devices I'll fall back into “normal human” mode as
if I can skip meals with no consequences.</div>
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<br></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
I'd also like to thank you for all the times you've served as my
personal diary, remembering blood sugar numbers and taking one for
the team by letting me prick your finger to make sure my meter is
working correctly. Even all the times you've stopped people from
buying me an extra shot at the bar or offering me an extra piece of cake at a party because, even though you know anything in moderation
won't hurt, sometimes my ability to say “no” becomes awkward when
its offered.</div>
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<br></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
I couldn't thank you enough for the times you let me lay in your
arms and cry it out. Sometimes this job of managing this disease night
and day with no paid vacation and no holidays gets me overwhelmed
and feeling defeated. While your words, “I would take it for you if
I could,” are comforting and help ease my tears, I would never make
such a trade because I love you too much. I know my mood swings are
the worst to take with this disease, a 30 point change can sometimes
mean the difference between depressed, crying, mad, sick, angry and
happy.
</div>
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<br></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
I know it must really take a lot of love not to strangle me when I
get a bad low and go crazy eating the rest of the Oreos or Gushers
that you had hoped to eat later. And so for dealing with a
food-crazed monster who suffers feeding frenzies due to lows, I'd
like to thank you. I know its a scary sight waking up to a
tangled hair monster with chocolate smears on its face, crumbs in the
bed and the kitchen a complete wreck of spilled foos and drinks. I
don't ever remember doing any of it...</div>
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<br></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Of course you know I can't pass up how thankful I am you deal with
my diabetes and all of its baggage....literally. Every time we go out
of town there are always two bags full of supplies and you know I
love the way you help me take inventory as if I haven't double
checked and rechecked again. Testers? Strips? Needles? Lancets?
Cartridges? Sites? Syringes? Charging Cables? Batteries? IV Tape?
INSULIN!???</div>
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Not to mention my tail end luggage that seems to follow everywhere
everyday. In other words thank you for putting up with finding test
strips all over the house, in the couch, in the bed, in the garage,
in the yard, in my truck (a given) and crazily, even in your truck. I
swear I throw them away but, my mom once had a theory going that they
become charged with static electricity and stick to things if
accidentally dropped. I don't know the probability of that being true
but, I do know I've not lived at home with her for almost six years
now and she still finds them in her house.</div>
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I also would like to thank you for something a little more
blush-worthy. In the heat of a moment when you accidentally skim my
IV during a glorious run around my body with your hands and you pause
to say sorry- I instantly feel awkward like I'm such a freak and
normal people don't have to deal with plastic tubing and electronics
hanging off of other normal people. I always try to say I don't feel
it even though I did feel it but sometimes my “Ow!” beats me to
my words and then I feel even more awkward. But even more
blush-worthier than that is the way you look at me like I don't have
a scar on my body. I know you see them, but you kiss over them like
they aren't there- and that will never cease to amaze me.</div>
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<br></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
More than anything though, I'd like to thank you for being there for
me when it seems like I don't need anyone or anything but myself and
my insulin. Its not easy to love someone like me, its not easy to be
around someone like me but you do it and for that I thank you. </div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Sincerely,</div>
<br>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Your Diabetic Girlfriend</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11276496624396707967noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1441768963618416283.post-67372963753410080302017-01-14T08:56:00.002-08:002017-01-14T08:56:48.960-08:00Pillowtalk<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Every so often I like to add new songs
to my music library, which led me to opening my Shazam app where all
of my late night drinking songs are stored. (For those of you who
don't know, Shazam is an app that listens to songs playing in the
environment and then tells you the name of the song and the name of
the artist who sings it.) While I've definitely been guilty of using
this app in a movie theater to find out who sings that really cool
song I'm hearing to this fantastic action scene, I mostly use it when
I'm out late at night in the bars and I hear a good song come on that
I just have to have.</div>
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After using this app I usually forget
by the next morning that I have used, so every few months I open a
gold mine and there awaits me dozens of collected songs just waiting
to bring me countless eargasms.</div>
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</div>
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This morning I opened up my Shazam and
went down the list adding the songs I found but, I paused when I came
across PILLOWTALK by Zayne. I kept trying to figure out what song
this was. So I used YouTube and looked it up and listened to it.
Instantly I realized why I loved it, it had such a sweet easy melody
along with words that would entrance any woman that had the time to
actually listen to them. If you haven't heard the song, you can
listen to it <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C_3d6GntKbk">here.</a></div>
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Anyways, listening to this song brought
a smile to my face and a little inspiration. So I thought I would
take a stab at something intimate. With so many rules, ideas, hard
times and good times that make a successful, happy relationship into
what it is, its hard for anyone person to argue what you must and
must not do in a relationship. But I am going to argue that point.</div>
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My argument begins with sending an
applause to the lyricist who wrote PILLOWTALK. My argument continues
with saying pillowtalk is a very vital important thing in every
relationship. I've been in relationships that did not include very
successful pillowtalk, and guess what? That's why they are past
tense.</div>
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Communication is so important in a
relationship. I know, I know, you know, he knows, she knows, we all
know. We've heard it a million times. But it's true, which is why you
still listen when a veteran couple lends advice on communication.</div>
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</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
What most of those veteran couples
actually don't tell you is the importance of finding the right time
to communicate and not just ultimately about problems or issues but
just in general. If you find that sweet spot as in time to
communicate you can find a whole new level of intimacy in your
relationship.</div>
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</div>
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Contrary to modern belief, pillow talk
is not necessarily associated with sex or something that happens
after intercourse, it can and most often is the kind of conversation
you have with your lover while you are both lying down in bed
together.</div>
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</div>
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Have you ever just laid down in bed and
entangled yourselves in each other's arms and just talked, like
seriously talked about anything and everything? Whether it be your
life together, problems, your future together or maybe even
reminiscence on memories you've made together. If you have then you
know that undeniable feeling of love and mental pleasure pillowtalk
brings just laying there listening to each other.</div>
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</div>
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Many studies have shown, ah forget the
studies, its obvious, pillowtalking connects partners emotionally and
physically. But studies have shown that pillowtalking does cause a
release of oxytocin, which is known as the fee[-good hormone that
increases overall happiness, romantic attachment and empathy and even
has an anxiolytic effect (anti-anxiety) and.....according to <i>The
Journal of Neuroscience </i>in
November 2012, it is a hormone that increases one's resolve to stay
faithful to their partner.
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And
hanging on my previous statements we can conclude that one of the
most important things pillowtalking does is build the connection and
love in a relationship. Just listening to your partner calmly talking
with you can act as a biological lullaby that soothes you from the
day's anxieties and failures.</div>
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Because
pillowtalking happens under calm, easy circumstances it relaxes the
both of you, which in turn helps you both open up to more intimate
communication without worrying about walking on eggshells into your
next argument, which in turn increases trust in one another.</div>
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</div>
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Pillowtalking
is also one of those times when you have no one else attention but
each others, a time when you can be alone with no distractions. You
can spend an entire day alone with each other doing whatever, but the
minute you lay down in bed and initiate pillowtalk and even only for
a few minutes, you will feel that original spark that brought you two
together in the first place, all over again.</div>
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While
everything I say here is still 50 percent opinion, I would stake that
50 percent on science and go as far as to say that the couples who
don't indulge in pillowtalk will never, ever know the connection for
those who do pillowtalk.</div>
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All that being said, pillowtalking
should always be ended on a positive note. It is a proven fact if you
go to bed feeling negative or in a quarrel with your partner you will
wake up feeling tired and drained in the morning, we've all been
there before and it sucks.</div>
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</div>
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Making a visible effort to make
pillowtalk positive will show up in the relationship as your life
together will start to feel more up-beat and exciting.</div>
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In case you need some help getting
started consider these things for topics of your next pillowtalk:</div>
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-Make comparisons to other couples.
What is something you admire in another couple? Without realizing it,
by reflecting on something like this positively, you and your partner
will subconsciously make positive changes in order to be more like
the admirable couple.</div>
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</div>
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-Talk about your future. Of course
pillowtalk is for relationships that have already reached deep, so
don't go scaring off your boyfriend/girlfriend of two weeks with talk
of your future. But for those of you who are in a deeply intimate
relationship, discuss your future plans, goals and lives. It's okay
to fantasize with each other about what you want, it feels great and
will in turn motivate the both of you to work together as a team to
get to where you want to be.</div>
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</div>
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-Compliment each other. Don't be a
suck-up with obvious flattery, but bring up a situation or instance
where your partner had to make a decision in how they would deal with
an issue and compliment them on how they dealt with it. Or maybe even
how you liked their new haircut. Be open, be honest, be genuine and
your partner will sense this and it will draw the both of you closer.</div>
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-Reminisce on memories. Talk about how
you two first met, or the first time you kissed or maybe even the
first vacation you took together. All of these things will lead you
into giggling conversations of romance that will make you feel like
the luckiest couple in love ever.</div>
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-Talk about your past failures
together. Those hurdles, or hard times you thought you would never
make it through, reflect on those. See how far your love and
dedication to one another has brought you.</div>
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-Your day. Yes lastly but not least.
Just simply talk about your day, the good and the bad of it. The more
you both open up about your daily lives, the stronger the connection
you two will develop. If both of you are aware of each other's lives
then there will be very little room for insecurity and jealous and a
lot more room for trust and love.</div>
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So you have it, pillowtalk.... Go
ahead, try it. You won't be sorry. And as always thanks for reading
Straight Southern.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11276496624396707967noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1441768963618416283.post-41645435233316716682016-12-23T13:21:00.002-08:002016-12-23T13:22:15.280-08:00If You're A Millennial, Read This<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Millennials are among the largest
stereotyped group of people today. As self-entitled brats who do what
they want when they want, those of us millennials finding our birth
years in the 80s and 90s are fortunate if we aren't grouped in with
the spoiled 2000s babies. (A millennial by urban definition is
considered to be a person having a birth year of 1981 or later.)</div>
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However, even for those of us who got
plenty of tail whoopings and a good raising, we find ourselves caught
up in society's fad of habits. We all too often scoff at teen
millennials for their outlandish pop-culture ways but in reality we
find ourselves taking on the same cookie cutter ideas. With
technology changing human interaction, love and romance is expressed
in much different ways and “having a good time” or “hanging
with friends” has otherwise been noted through social media.</div>
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If you are a millennial in your 20s or
30s you may find the following things to be all too true in this day
and age:</div>
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First
impressions are everything. Back before our time it was considered
rude and unheard of to fart or burp in front of your date, and
especially your spouse. Now it seems if you make it past the first
two dates, a millennial man will welcome you with open arms and a
smelly fart, the woman returns in kindness with a garlic ensued
belch. Its disgusting really, while I find myself holding in my farts
around my boyfriend whom I live with, my burps bubble forth like Mt.
Saint Helens spewing her top. Of course after the first two dates its
too much trouble to hold in all that painful air whether it be
heading north or south.</div>
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As
mentioned before, I live with my boyfriend.....And cue all the
negative comments and blah blah blah. Its the norm nowadays. People
are moving in together instead of getting married. Couples in their
thirties have no desire to marry yet build an entire life together
with a house, kids and a fat dog in front of the fire place, its just
the norm now. No one has a problem with it. I can't say I disagree,
had I lived with my ex husband before marrying him, I would've never
married him. LOL, it's true. That all being said I don't think
marriage has lost its importance I just think its considered a high
risk, a risk some would prefer not to take.</div>
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Part
of being a millennial includes having our faces glued to a phone,
tablet or some other hand-held electronic device, that will bend to
our ever wish and whim at the touch of a fingertip.</div>
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As
mentioned previously about face-glueing we find ourselves carrying on
romantic relationships over the phone. And no, I don't mean like back
in the 90s when you sat in your bed upside down with your feet on the
wall talking to your crush on that clear plastic phone with a cord
that never seemed to stay untangled; what I mean is sending texts to
convey love. Do they really have the same meaning as a heartfelt
letter? The answer is not clear. I can't say I feel any less loved
receiving a texted “I love you.” But then again I've been
conditioned along with the rest of society to accept this as normal.</div>
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This also brings us to “poop texting”. Don't even make that face.
You all know what I'm talking about. You are texting that one person
that just makes your bejeweled world go round and suddenly a massive
logging truck shows up at your back door demanding to dump its
timber. Well heck its not like your face-timing anybody, so go ahead
take off a load and text that crush of yours with your best strain
face.</div>
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We all go through that phase where we think about deleting our social
media accounts but then we know if we did this we would sit at home
with nothing to do and our lives would be meaningless. Ninety-nine
percent of our entertainment rest on the drama of Facebook, the
updates of Twitter, the duckfaces of Instagram and the nudes of
Snapchat.</div>
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Millennials crave the words “I love you” and “I'll never cheat
on you” though we can't trust half of the people that say them,
because in our millennial age, monogamy means nothing.</div>
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Way back when, people use to talk their problems out, now its just
easier to blow off someone's text and say, “I'm fine” when really
you just want to punch kittens.
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Back to social media.... You ever catch yourself lurking? But only to
get your feelings hurt? Yeah, you're a millennial, because only a
millennial would care enough to lurk that hard.</div>
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Dedication in relationships means and takes so much nowadays. Its
always as if one person is catching feelings for a fuckboy/fuckgirl.
There just aren't enough faithful people to go around anymore.</div>
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Emojis are going to be the death of us all. While such a nifty
invention helps to convey emotion and feeling through text, we all
know that one person that uses them in every single text message, to
the point where your eyes stick in your head from rolling them so
much. Of course I'm guilty of emoji use too, but since the new iPhone
iOS release, my boyfriend and I find ourselves mostly talking in
GIFs. That's right... and we are both 90s babies.</div>
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What use to be a privilege to use in school or the library is now at
the touch of our fingertips with a smart phone or other device-the
internet. I remember the days when the simple websites to go too had
16 bit online games that required a huge clunky modem to run them.
And don't even get me started on the old CD-ROM games, 2000s babies
don't even know what they are missing!</div>
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Speaking of the internet, memes seem to be a popular theme along with
several pictures of cats and dogs being dressed up. Memes and these
lovely critter pics have convinced me that no one sane is left in the
world. Of course I mean this melodramatically as I share a meme to my
Facebook wall of a milk-drunk baby that says,” I don't always drink
milk, but when I do it's Dos Titties.”</div>
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Of course too with the title Millennial comes the undeniable
self-entitlement to spoil oneself. Bath bombs are the newest rave and
way to do this. Some even have prizes in them. The other day I paid
$14.99 for one of these chalky tie-died balls that promised to have
either a $10 or $10,000 ring inside. I ran my warm bath water,
stepped in and dropped in the ball. It bubbled and fizzed and made it
look like my turd cutter was fueling my bathtub into a jacuzzi.
Finally after about 15 minutes, the fizzing stopped and up popped a
clear plastic ball. I snatched it up, opened it, around the ring was
a tag that said $10. So there I sat in my purple colored bath water
adorning my proudly earned $10 ring. Fifteen dollars for a damn fizz
ball while 200,000 Americans are sleeping on the streets....WTF is
wrong with us?</div>
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Apparently my hairstylist is always displeased with my eyebrows.
She's always offering me a deal to wax them so that they can be “on
fleek” as they call it. This isn't limited to just women, but
seriously I don't have a unibrow and I pluck regularly.... Maybe I
don't want Kim Kardashian's huge dark eyebrows. And I sure as hell
ain't suctioning my lips in a glass tumbler to get Kylie Jenner's
silicone injected lips. Its like giving your lips a hicky, just
YouTube it...</div>
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If I had a dollar for every time someone annoyed me I'd be swimming
in money like Squilliam's Fancy Son on Spongebob. I'm a millennial
and other millennials irritate me.</div>
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If you're lucky enough to be treated like a queen or king by your
signifcant other then you will be the envy of your friends and there
is also a good chance you will fuck it up- courtesy of being a
millennial.</div>
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Many of us millennials don't make a living off of jacking luxury cars, for the simple fact 95 percent of us can't drive a manual vehicle. If you have to ask what a clutch is, just go right ahead and tell everyone around you to facepalm themselves, because you aren't helping our case here. Seriously though, I was born in 1994, I know how to drive a stick, yet I know only a handful of millennials who can drive a manual. It's sad really.</div>
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Of course too there is the struggle of screen brightness for us. Even
with night shift on and the brightness turned all the way down, your
squinting into your poop-strain face just trying to read Facebook in
bed. Not to mention I think after a few years of dropping my phone on
my face I have flattened my nose.</div>
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And last but not least, the few good millennials like myself that are
left are all assholes, its how we ward off those dang hipsters and
like a species of bird it is our identifying trait in order to find
those just like us, who try to keep our retro values while staying in
the know. For example: The cons to dating me: I'm an asshole; The
Pros to dating me: I'm your asshole.
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So if you're an asshole millennial, welcome, find peace in your
brethren.
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11276496624396707967noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1441768963618416283.post-49045269447439134342016-12-13T08:23:00.002-08:002016-12-13T08:23:43.020-08:00Period Tips...For Men<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Oh no fellas is it that time of month
again? Do you dread the random outbursts of tears and coming
downstairs in the morning to find the kitchen ransacked of every
piece of chocolate you had stashed? Are you tired of dealing with
Aunt Flow every month? Look no further, because for the first time
ever, a woman is stepping out of the darkness to hand you all the
secrets to dealing with your woman while she is on her period.</div>
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Now while some of my readers may
consider this post taboo or kind of squeamish, I and after consulting
a few of my girlfriends found ourselves laughing hysterically at the
truthful but helpful hints I conjured up in this twisted mind of
mine.</div>
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So if you can't handle it, turn back
now, but if you are desperately searching for some sort of road map
to navigate such a difficult time in your woman's life that seemingly
reoccurs every 28 days, read on:</div>
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<u><b>10 TIPS TO DEAL WITH AUNT
FLOW....FOR MEN</b></u></div>
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If
you already don't know any better, do not, I repeat do not poke the
sleeping bear. More than likely that beautiful little creature with
a matted tangle mess of hair around her face was up all night
searching until she found enough chocolate to eat her weight in it.
As if that isn't bad enough she most definitely was up all night
rolling around in pain cursing Eve as her lady innards felt like
they were being beat with a hammer. But wait you say, I've already
woke her up before reading this, what do I do now? Well if you don't
have breakfast in bed waiting and you see two bloodshot red eyes
staring back at you, I suggest you run, don't even bother to get
your car, just run and don't look back, if you want to keep your
arse that is.</div>
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Once
again, chocolate...This is a reoccurring theme for a reason fellas.
And if it's not chocolate, then you know what it is, every woman
makes it a point to voice what she wants during Aunt Flow's visit.
Your best bet is to get it, hold it in front of you as clearly as
possible when approaching the beast, push it towards them and back
away slowly. If you receive the grunt of approval and your beastly,
I mean beautiful woman begins tearing into your food offering, you
get to live another day, if her eyes turn red again, run...</div>
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If
she asks you to get tampons or pads, get them. For crying out loud,
what are you embarrassed? Well not as embarrassed as you'll be when
she's got you strung up by your undies on the front lawn for forcing
her to wad toilet paper up her hoohah to make the trip to the store
herself while in pain.....shame shame. Any man that gets these items
for his woman, has scored some serious brownie points.</div>
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The
sweet spot. If you haven't found it yet then know its the belly, the
lower belly, below the belly button but above the crevices of the
“V”. Gently rub this sweet spot and that little monster of yours
will roll over into your lap like a harmless kitten purring her
approval. Watch it though, you go any higher or lower than
previously described and the claws will come out.</div>
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Every
woman thinks she is queen of the relationship, and she is, just as
you are king; however, every queen deserves her day, or in this
matter, week. I'm going to put it bluntly, you mean nothing, you are
but a little speck of a loyal servant whom must bend to her every
wish and command or face her wrath. If she cries, you are to blame,
if she's angry, you are to blame, if she's bored you are to blame,
if she's happy, you screwed up and she's laughing at the potential
punishment she's going to inflict on you. That's right you cannot
win.</div>
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Do
not talk about it like you know how it feels. Because you don't.
Unless you've had your corndog beat with a hammer for seven days in
a row, you haven't a clue. If you think trying to relate to her is
the best way to go, you are so very wrong. I once heard one of my
girlfriend's ex-boyfriends say to her, “I got kicked in the balls
once, and I know that hurt way worse, you'll be okay.” He had a
lovely obituary in the newspaper the next day.</div>
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When
she says,” Bring me the strong stuff.” Don't come bearing asprin
or tylenol. She's already bleeding out, what the hell makes you
think she needs a blood thinner? Better bring Midol Extra Strength
or risk losing one of your precious appendages. And what? Do you
expect her to swallow that horse pill with just saliva. Bring a
drink too dumbass...</div>
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She
can comment on her bloating, you cannot. If she asks if she looks
fat or bloated, abort, I repeat ABORT! Even if she is a bit pudgier
because she is obviously bloated, do not tell her that!!! Instead
follow up that immediately with compliments to distract her from her
question. Answering yes is going to make her cry and make you look
like an asshole, because you are; answering no is the same as saying
yes but I'm too much of a wiener to say yes; and completely ignoring
her isn't going to go over well either. Distraction is the key
tactic here.</div>
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Tears.
There are lots of tears. She will cry over something cute, sad,
happy or infuriating. It may catch you off guard to see your strong,
independent woman turn into a blubbering co-dependent cry-baby. But
it is what it is. A sure fire way to stop the tears is to comment on
them, tell her how much she is crying, tell her she needs to toughen
up, that is if you want to lose your head. The best way, actually is
to agree with her emotions and hope and pray you aren't the reason
for her tears.</div>
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<li><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Last
but definitely not least, do not ever and I mean ever, no matter the
time of month, say, “Are you on your period?” Let me be the
first to inform you, we women are all perfectly capable of being a
class “A” Boss Bitch, without being on our period. You taking
the low pathetic route and resorting to these words just goes to
show you're an ignorant ass,who's mama didn't beat enough. The last
man that said this to me, received divorce papers LMAO. Just
kidding, or am I?</div>
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Thanks
for reading Straight Southern y'all! And fellas, good luck!</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11276496624396707967noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1441768963618416283.post-84688151323774126722016-12-01T09:01:00.000-08:002016-12-01T09:01:14.479-08:00Forever? Ah Hell NO!<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Recently, I've had some things come to
light. Which I suppose is something that happens many times in a
young adult's life. And I also suppose that's were “you live and
you learn”came from as well.</div>
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I've thought about this quite a lot and
I wasn't sure if this would make good reading material after I got
done with it, but then I found myself looking at everything else I've
wrote. How could I forget the very success of this blog is based on
my own life experiences? I don't know....</div>
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Anyways, what I'm talking about is the
meaning of F-O-R-E-V-E-R. To those of you with commitment issues,
this is an entirely frightening word and to those of us like myself
who have been burned and may or may not have long term commitment
issues but are definitely “careful” it's a scary word as well.</div>
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As many of you know, I was once married
for a couple years. What wasn't actually more than a year and a half
ago seems like it happened years ago. It's amazing how a divorce can
age you mentally (LOL). I'm serious.</div>
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But something the other day clicked in
my brain. I thought back to when I spoke my wedding vows. “Till
death do us part,” was the specific part I was trying to wrap my
head around. The way I was raised, you don't divorce you work your
problems out. But what I realized was, I was already dead, the vows
don't specify if its physical, mental or emotional death. Everyone
just assumes it means one or both persons involved physically dies
therefore breaking the matrimonial vow. But you know what they say,
“Assuming makes an ass out of u and me.” I had realized I was
emotionally dead, I felt nothing for this person that I was bound to,
I felt no love, only emotional attachment, I felt obligated to stay
with this person, I did not want to be with him out of my own free
will FOREVER or until I died physically.
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Something else I also came across in my
mind, I never told that man or anyone else that I wanted to be with
him FOREVER. As a child and teen I was always very well versed in
literature, it's been my strong suit and for obvious reasons it's why
I have a degree specifically in language itself. However, as a
youngster I subconsciously realized the deep and serious meaning of
FOREVER. I see many teen girls and guys too who throw around the
words “I love you” and you know the type I'm talking about, the
ones that make you roll your eyes because you and I both know it's
not love, no matter how much they disagree, we've been there done
that and know it means nothing. Well I myself was never one of those
girls to throw around the word, I've only loved 3 people in a
romantic relationship, the idea is, none of that love has lasted. I
never once thought to myself or thought of the future about how I
wanted to grow old with that person and die with them, and I never
thought to myself, if we lived FOREVER, I'd want to spend it with
them. It's sad but true as Metallica says.</div>
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What brought all of these thoughts on
initially, I was laying quietly in bed tucked into my boyfriend's
side, thinking about our short but very passionate relationship we'd
held so far. Through a short amount of time we had found ourselves
highly invested in one another. We'd grown and jumped over hurdles
that most relationships wouldn't make it over in their first year
much less their first six months. And yet after every trial and
tribulation we kept and continue to come out stronger and closer,
this being the first time I'd ever experienced this I realized that I
was not just emotionally attached to this man but that every “I
love you” that leaves my mouth towards him has my entire soul
poured into it. I realized while laying there listening to him tell
me about his day at work that I would indeed lay down my life for
him, that I'd trust him with my own life, that I could spend FOREVER
like this, better yet that I want to spend FOREVER like this. Such an
epiphany shocked me to my very core. And before I could stop myself
the words, “I want to be with you forever,” flew out of my mouth.
I was mentally kicking myself in the ass. What was I thinking, saying
that. I'm going to scare him off now. But I didn't LOL thankfully.</div>
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I late explained to him why such words
meant so much to me, that I'd never cared enough to speak them to
another. I don't know if he really got what I meant or not. I didn't
ask and the point of this post was not to make a mushball version of
The Notebook out of my blog. I just wanted to put myself out there,
so that if any of you out there are going through these emotions of
really, and I mean really, truly, madly deeply (sorry got a little
carried away, that song by Savage Garden popped in my head), but if
any of you are seriously feeling this same way, you're not alone.
</div>
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It seems nowadays so many young adults
would prefer to be single, because our generation has become an
embarrassment to society. For the few of us out there actually trying
to build a life for ourselves, it seems hopeless, like we will never
find anyone to live our life with.</div>
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But I once said something, something I
didn't really know the meaning of until I felt the meaning of it,
“<span style="color: #1d2129;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">Stop
searching for Superman. He will pick you up when you need him the
most</span></span><span style="color: #1d2129;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;">.”
</span></span><span style="color: #1d2129;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">And
every single word is true, stop searching, there are too many bitches
and assholes to pick through. Humans gather in packs by nature just
like wolves in a den. You can't force these feelings and neither can
you stop them when they do come, trust me you can't, I've thrown up a
wall, I've pushed away I've done everything I thought necessary to
protect myself and all I ended up doing was hurting myself and the
other side of my FOREVER.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #1d2129;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">So
if you're out there, and you're scared as hell to the point you think
your britches got a head start of running, take a minute, take a
breath and let down the wall. It will be the scariest thing you've
ever done, especially if you've been hurt, but I promise, its worth
it. And if you mean it, say it, the other person could be going
through the same emotions you are.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #1d2129;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">Me
to myself,” It seems FOREVER wasn't so scary after all.....But this is only the beginning.....Shut up and live, you deserve it......" *Jumps head first* I'll let you all know what it's like on the other side.</span></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11276496624396707967noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1441768963618416283.post-48598095584490492362016-11-18T12:48:00.001-08:002016-11-18T12:48:54.550-08:00What Being A Diabetic Is Really LikeNovember is national Diabetes Awareness Month, and as many of you may not know, I have been diabetic since I was nine years old. While I have made a post before about it and have briefly referred to my diabetes, it's not something I bring up often. But I thought since this month seems to be a special month for all of us insulin addicts out there, I thought what the heck!? (Here is the link to my previous post on diabetes if you would like to read it: <a href="http://www.straightsouthern.com/2016/06/hashtag-live-with-diabetic.html" id="id_3882_12fe_8d94_17fe">Hashtag Live With A Diabetic</a>.)<div><br></div><div>As so many of us know, we are often stereotyped beyond no return, and that's what I wanted to touch on today... All in good humor of course.</div><div><br></div><div>The reality of being a diabetic isn't all that bad, said no diabetic ever. There are days when our blood sugars rollercoaster around, meaning they bounce between high and low. This in turn always causes nasty side effects. Me personally, with a blood sugar over 230 I feel like I have the worst hangover of my life and quite frankly I'd rather feel bad from alcohol than a high blood sugar. </div><div><br></div><div>Being a diabetic really means being a vigilante. Watch out Arrow, you have some nifty competition on your hands.... No seriously though, besides being crazed, mad scientists, we can calculate carb and correction boluses before you can even finish reciting your one by multiplication table. </div><div><br></div><div>Often times too being a diabetic means the people at work throwing a birthday party and walking past your desk with a big piece of cake saying," Oh I guess you can't have any because you're diabetic." Of course this makes you furious because diabetics can indeed have sweets, we just have to take the insulin to cover it. Even though your original reason for avoiding the cake was because you're blood sugar was already high, you set out to prove them wrong and eat a piece anyways and take a dose of insulin. While you shock the panties off the person who thought they knew what they were talking about, you're steadily feeling nauseous and thirsty as your insulin fails to catch up and as a polite thank you hands you a low blood sugar later that night after you've gone to sleep.</div><div><br></div><div>Sometimes though the reality of being a diabetic is scary... Like the times you've lived on your own and cursed yourself for not putting candy or juice by the bed, as you death crawl to the kitchen. Or maybe even the times you took a shower hotter than hellfire just after a big bolus and you hope and pray your mom heard your feeble cry for juice. Sometimes too it's sitting helplessly on the floor with a sent text message asking your significant other to come to your rescue, while you can only hope he doesn't have the football game up too loud. </div><div><br></div><div>The latter I can relate to all too well. I believe to this day, my mate saved my life. We were out hiking one day last winter after lunch, I had taken insulin, in fact less than I needed for the carbs I ate because I knew we were going hiking. I also took about 6 starbursts with me in case, God forbid, I got a low. After we hiked about a mile and a half through the woods, in the hills and through a creek bed, I felt it.... A big low coming on... Immediately I said we needed to head back and I started eating my candy quickly. Ten minutes later I wa buckling at the knees and couldn't carry myself. I tried convincing my boyfriend to go on and run ahead and get my emergency glucagon shot in the truck, I knew I'd probably be unconscious by time he made it back but I did know it would be in time to save me. He refused to leave me. He piggybacked me over a mile through the woods, up and out of a creek and down and over steep grades. I thought he was going to collapse of a heart attack, he was breathing so hard, I thought I was going to be the reason for his own death. But I've never seen one man fight so hard for my own life. We did make it back to the truck and I was consciousnes. Thirty minutes later after five glucose tabs, and two Capri sun juices my sugar was only 88.... So you can imagine.</div><div><br></div><div>And while we are on the subject of lows, you know all too well as a diabetic that grocery shopping while you're hungry has no comparison to the red eyed monster that bears it's teeth with a low blood sugar.... At one point your fridge is fully stocked, the next thing you know it's empty and their are food wrappers everywhere. Only your glucose meter's log history would tell the story of that 46 blood sugar you had.</div><div><br></div><div>In relation to the birthday cake revenge for being stereotyped, being a diabetic means being responsible. And frankly being responsible isn't always fun. Sometimes it's watching people stuff their faces with delicious goodies and other times it's saying no to that extra shot of tequila. And in some cases refusing to get a boob job even though you look like a boy when you have short hair and wear a heavy coat.... I mean one slip.... That could be disastrous... We diabetics don't do well around easily popped objects, carrying around our needles and all...</div><div><br></div><div>The reality of being a diabetic means we've heard it all... "You don't look fat enough to be diabetic", or "you can cure your diabetes if you stop eating candy", "I bet you are use to needles by now", and my favorite "well aren't you just sweet." *cue sarcastic eye roll*</div><div><br></div><div>Of course being a diabetic, all in all, reality isn't bad, we do have our good days, even if they are far and few in between. And I have to say, it's nice to have our own month. There are so many people that are undereducated about diabetes, even healthcare personnel. Cancer gets a month, we sure as heck deserve our month! To all of my fellow diabetics out there I want you all to know you are not alone, we will all keep fighting together until we find a cure!</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11276496624396707967noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1441768963618416283.post-90932583347623251652016-11-11T08:38:00.001-08:002016-11-11T08:38:43.771-08:00Of Great Money And FaithSo many of us spend our lives striving after making the top dollar, in fact we do this so much that we forget who we are and where we are going. Many published studies have shown that money is the number one cause of unhappiness in adults age 18 and older. Even I at times, forget to stop and take a breath. Money will always come and go, but once people come into our lives and are gone, that's it. You can make money and spend money, you can spend your life with the people you care about or you can make it all in vain. With everyone chasing their next dollar it's easy to fall in line and to lose sight of the more important things in life. <div><br></div><div>The other night I was digging through my portfolios, sort of like a small trip down memory lane and a way to remember who I am not only as a person but as a writer. I found this gem, one I wrote about nine years ago when I was just getting started as what I considered to be a poet. The lines and schemes may not be perfect, but when I came across this I realized what I was saying as a preteen had so much power, and I realized there have been many times in my life that I had needed to heed my own words. So I thought I might share this all with you:</div><div><br></div><div><b>"Of Great Money and Great Faith"</b></div><div><b><br></b></div><div>Faith puts you in this world,</div><div>Money takes you out.</div><div><br></div><div>Money will provide,</div><div>With faith to confide.</div><div><br></div><div>But what is money,</div><div>Without pride?</div><div><br></div><div>But what is faith,</div><div>Without works?</div><div><br></div><div>Debt in money is hardship.</div><div>Debt in faith is your life.</div><div><br></div><div>Money is material.</div><div>Faith is spiritual.</div><div><br></div><div>Faith is for eternity</div><div>Money is useless, see?</div><div><br></div><div>Let go of money,</div><div>And find relief.</div><div><br></div><div>Let go of faith,</div><div>And find regret.</div><div><br></div><div>Money loses you.</div><div>Faith finds you.</div><div><br></div><div>Faith is alive.</div><div>Money is dead.</div><div><br></div><div>Money is mere paper.</div><div>Faith cannot be wavered.</div><div><br></div><div>Remember...</div><div>Faith puts you in this world,</div><div>Money takes you out.</div><div>Your choice shouldn't call doubt.</div><div><br></div><div>Of great money,</div><div>Or of great faith,</div><div>Where will you be? </div><div><br></div><div>Thank y'all for reading, from now on I'm going to try to update more regularly. I've had a lot going on and I've been very busy. As always, keep it Straight Southern.</div><div><br></div><div><br></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11276496624396707967noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1441768963618416283.post-33693536020833607502016-11-02T10:37:00.001-07:002016-11-02T10:37:13.099-07:00Moms- One In A Million...<div>I think it's common knowledge that moms are the most under appreciated humans that are responsible for more than 90% of societal functions. I also think it's common knowledge that every mom and her child(ren) go through so much together.</div><div><br></div><div>A good mom nowadays is something held precious, more precious than the finest pearl. To be a good mom takes someone with many valuable qualities: courage, determination, love no doubt, dedication, patience and many many more. Mothers are not perfect but they all strive to build each one of he children up as active, honest hardworking members of society.</div><div><br></div><div>I was talking to someone a few days ago about my own mother. It's funny how when you're a young child, mama has the answers for everything, then suddenly in your teens, mama is stupid and doesn't know a thing...... Then about the time you graduate high school or reach college, late teens to early twenties, you realize your initial impression of mama (she has all the answers) was right and you my friend don't know squat.</div><div><br></div><div>I know there are many who do not have the privilege of having a mother, and this fact itself makes me very thankful for mine. I know I have not always treated my mother with respect and we have definitely had our rough patches, but in the end she is still my mother and I know she's always only one phone call away.</div><div><br></div><div>So in honor of mothers everywhere, I'd like to share a few funny wayward memories I have with my beautiful mother. Mom if you're reading this, I love you.</div><div><br></div><div>One weekend when my mother and I went on a trail ride with our horses, her and I stayed in our own camper/horse trailer. We had an absolute blast. Everyone thought we were sisters, my mother doesn't look a day over 25.....</div><div><br></div><div>On a trip to the boondocks to put out deer stands, we were in the big truck following my crazy redneck stepfather....(he's crazy but I love him too). Anyways he led us onto the worst road I've ever seen in my life, or felt. So we got the idea every time we hit a smooth patch of blacktop we'd ooh and aah about how smooth it was and then whine and say "awe" every time it ended. Silly, but it's little things like that you don't forget.</div><div><br></div><div>Then of course there is the time my mother threw a worm in my hair. Worms don't bother me and I'll bait my pole in a Little Rock minute, but as 12 year old self-absorbed preteen worried about messing up my hair with worm juices I freaked out. I ended up mashing the worm into several pieces in my beautiful long hair because I was so mad at my mother and wouldn't let her get it out until I had made sushi of the worm.... Ugh yuck....</div><div><br></div><div>I remember the very first day my mother taught me how to ride a horse on my own. She put me on this old brood mare we had, bareback, and made me ride with my arms straight out at many different paces.... I will tell you this, I've never found a horse that could get me off yet.... Ahem, knock on wood.</div><div><br></div><div>I was 20 years old and felt like I had screwed up the rest of my life, I had made a lot mistakes and was sorry I had ignored all the wisdom she had offered me years prior.... But to her it didn't matter, I still wasn't too big for her to soothe in a rocking chair. </div><div><br></div><div>My mother is very innocent and gullible, and it rubs off if I'm around her for too long. You can throw black fuzzies on her and watch her strip down naked while screaming like a crazy lady because she doesn't do spiders very well.</div><div><br></div><div>When I was in my teens, I hated it when she bought me clothes. Ugh she had no fashion sense whatsoever, I mean she had a little but sometimes she would wear stuff from the nineties(when I was born). She would get so mad at me because I treated her like a dumb old woman and of course my grandmother was the cool old hipster lady because she bought me whatever I thought was in style. Finely though, my mother caught up and her I enjoy time shopping together. I do know for sure she will always be honest about how something looks on me.</div><div><br></div><div>I have a very fond memory of playing wii boxing with my mother, I even still have the video. My mother is not a violent creature by nature. She is very bubbly and passive-aggressive. But man that was fun getting her rowelled up.</div><div><br></div><div>When she bought the house she lives in now, she was a single mother at the time, and it was just my oldest youngest brother, her and I. When my brother would go to his fathers house after school, we stayed up late on several occasions in the middle of December, (was a little colder that year) painting that house on the inside from top to bottom before we moved in. We would get food and sit on food up chairs around one of those old electric heaters and laugh at the dog, who was too cold to move away from the heater but too dumb to stop singeing his fur. Those were good times.</div><div><br></div><div>I'd have to say my fondest memory now, is a recurring renewing memory... Every time I visit her in Arkansas. I study her face, the way she moves and try my best to take her scent with me. I won't lie getting these last few words out, is taking everything I've got to not gush tears on my keyboard. </div><div><br></div><div>My mother is one of the most important people in my life. As the saying goes, you never know what you have until it's gone... My mother isn't gone, just five hours farther, but I encourage everyone reading this now, call your mother, ask her how she is. I know she's tough and I know you're tough but no one never said you couldn't miss her.</div><div><br></div><div>Straight Southern love to all of y'all. Xoxoxoxoxox</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11276496624396707967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1441768963618416283.post-75106941444674644502016-10-14T09:52:00.001-07:002016-10-17T09:48:19.601-07:00It Bit Me<div><br></div><div>Has anyone seen that bug crawling around. It's brown and furry, has antlers, it makes a snort wheeze sound and its venom has addictive properties. No? Well crap. See the problem is, I've been bit by it. It injected me with its venom, and despite only being bit once, I'm already severely addicted to the venom, I can't seem to find anything to stop the withdrawals.... If you're like me and you've been bit by "the bug" and you are now suffering from "Buck Fever", rest assured, there is a way to get some momentary relief..... Go hunting, shoot a deer and repeat, once the season is over you're screwed. 😂😂😂 Not funny? No. Okay.</div><div><br></div><div>Well I want to take this opportunity to tell you all that yes it's true the bug did bite me. I've been marking the days on my calendar for deer season. After so many bad experiences trying to deer hunt on my own I nearly gave up on it, until my deerfanatic boyfriend gave me another chance.</div><div><br></div><div>Armed with my Hoyt Ignite compound bow, Auriel, is her name, I made my first trek into the timber line on the outside of a half-turned bean field, in the dark, the morning of opening day, with a slight drizzle making droplets of rain run down my face.</div><div><br></div><div>I hadn't been to this particular stand on this timberline in a year, and when I went it was later last season when all the underbrush was completely dead. Needless to say, after my mate and I both making it to the woods later than intended, I had to settle for the fact I couldn't find the stand and that I was sure I had about 3-4 of those giant popcorn spiders crawling on me somewhere. So, with mildly wet clothes at this point, thankfully I had my duck hunting jacket on, I tucked myself into the timberline facing the bean field and sat on the ground while the drizzle of rain increased to a down pour.... Let me tell you, I didn't see a dang thing. And I was wet down to my britches!</div><div><br></div><div>Once the shivering took over, I called it quits and looked for my stand, it ended up being about 10 yards down from where I sat... With distaste in my mouth I walked back to the truck as it began pouring rain right about 8 a.m. Shortly after around 8:30 a.m. my mate comes at a brisk walk with his climber on his back. He didn't see nothing either and I was done and disappointed. I wasn't feeling like I had been bit at all, and I started to think that this was a dumb idea. Not to mention the mosquitos were so bad it reminded me of Arkansas in the summer.</div><div><br></div><div>But wait there's more.</div><div><br></div><div>That evening we went out, the weather channel said it wouldn't rain or that there was a 10% chance it might rain..... I think they forgot the other zero... Anyways we walk down and around, my mate splits off into the woods with his climber and I walk twice as far to a corn field and tuck myself into the timberline. I've got a northwestern wind coming in, so I setup east of three trails coming out of the timber about 10 yards apart. I just know that I've chosen a great spot.</div><div><br></div><div>Eventually around 4pm it begins to pour rain I mean like a fricken deluge. So at this point I'd rather be dry than be miserable like that morning, I don't care how many deer I scare off. I take out a camo rain pancho from my backpack and unfold it and lay it on the bushes, forging myself a shelter. I was dry as could be. Heh, I was feeling pretty proud of myself for the simple fact I knew my mate was getting rained on and I wasn't. (I know I have a sick sense of sarcasm and amusement.) </div><div><br></div><div>So it poured for about an hour and a half, I played on my phone until the pitter patter on my pancho roof ceased. It was 5:00..... Nearly deer thirty.... I quietly pushed back my pancho roof (and by quietly I mean woke up the whole damn forest by rustling a rain pancho like a fat guy stuck in a windbreaker.) </div><div><br></div><div>So there I was sitting with my trusty yet untested bow, feeling like a complete badass and just soaking up all of this "one-with-nature" shit I'd been feeding myself (a kashi granola bar and a honey bun to be exact, don't worry I zipped it up in a scent lock bag).</div><div><br></div><div>Practically ten minutes later, the Dippin Dots I had eaten on our drive to the woods decided to make a surprise visit to let me know they just had an affair with my Crohns Disease and on the way out banged my IBS. I knew a shitstorm was coming, no pun intended.</div><div><br></div><div>So I crept out of my makeshift brush blind and dug a hole to the east of it, or as deep as I could with a rock a found. My stomach made terrible noises while I was digging. Just when the cold sweats hit me and I was beginning to think I was gonna have to wipe my bum with corn leaves or those nice looking poison ivy leaves over on a tree, I remembered I carried toilet paper and a jar with me for when I'm up in a stand.... No, stop it, I know what you're thinking. I didn't shit in a jar for crying out loud, I'd already dug a hole. But I did use the toilet paper. So as I bared my butt to the creatures of the forest I took care of my business while mosquito hell broke loose and gave my arse a fashionable look resembling chicken pox.</div><div><br></div><div>But I felt much better and crept back into my brush blind after covering my Dippin Dots hopefully for the last time.</div><div><br></div><div>About the time I start feeling bored its 5:48. I'm looking around and I'm like where the heck are these deer, this is so stupid, blah, blah, blah, bitch and moan inside my head so I don't scare of these potential deer.</div><div><br></div><div>Then an idea pops in my head! My mate just gave me a nice pair of binoculars. I'll use those and peer around down the rows of corn and see if anything is grazing its way east towards me.</div><div><br></div><div>So here I am intently peering in my binoculars, then, BAM! Deer head right in my friggin eyeballs. I jumped so hard. This particular deer hadn't grown into its ears or something, it looked like a real dumbass deer to be honest, but it was just flopping around its ears as it looked around. I slowly put down my binoculars and realized it was right at my 20 yard landmark I had picked out. I should've had my bow drawn instead of holding binoculars. (Let me tell ya, I won't ever pickup anything else other than my bow past 5:30 now!) But this dumb looking deer whom we will call Doopie, finally looked away and briskly hopped into the uncut corn, with three other younger doopies in tow. Not a one of em stopped. </div><div><br></div><div>But of course not knowing what in the hell I'm doing I do a quick "baaaah" which is suppose to sound like a doe but comes out more like a sheep goat sound. Didn't matter, none of em stopped, except for the last one. And guess what? I still did not have my bow drawn because obviously I'm the dumbass.</div><div><br></div><div>The last doe looked away and continued into the corn and I knew I had missed my shot for the second time. But it didn't matter, that had been enough time for that dang bug to sneak in my britches and bite me right on my buns. My heart was already slamming in my throat and I felt like my arms were glued to my sides, and since when in the hell did my bow get this friggin heavy!!!?</div><div><br></div><div>About 6:15 I think what may have been the same group of deer came venturing back down in the corn headed my way, I saw the tops rustling and I was ready...too ready... I was drawn back.... The only thing I ever saw as they cut north through the cornfield were their four little white tails flicking as they ate corn like the hoes I mean does they are. I considered aiming for the largest one's butthole, but I knew that taking such an unethical shot was not a good idea. So I didn't, but I reveled in the idea of shooting that deer in the arse.</div><div><br></div><div>Later on as everything was quieting down and the crickets were beginning to chirp, I heard a slow step that I knew could only be deer.... Oh boy, I took a peep through my sites just to make sure I could still see enough to get a shot on one and I waited. Six popped out of the trail 40 yards from me and they started heading directly my way. I don't know how I don't have a black eye from that because I felt my heart beating all over my face...</div><div><br></div><div>So here they come I'm ready, but I can draw just yet, they will see me and spook.... Come on just a little closer, because at 30 yards there's a dang tree limb in my way. They stop right at about 30 yards just behind the tree limb hanging low. Dang. Okay, let's play the waiting game...</div><div><br></div><div>Until this old cranky, greyed doe comes stepping forward like she owns the place and pegs me out immediately. Perhaps I was sticking out too far or I had some extra honeybun icing on my chin, I don't know. But she pegged me out. She kept creeping up on me to about 20 yards. All the while she was stomping her feet, getting ready to bust me out. I was like uh huh as soon as you turn your head Ima keel ya, ya old mean witch. She never turned though. She blew at me and pranced off behind the tree limb at 30 yards. She kept blowing and trying to alert the other does but they looked at her like she was stupid. So she began grazing down westward away from me so of course the rest of them followed her.</div><div><br></div><div>After a few more minutes of swatting mosquitos and my shooting light gone. I crawled out of my blind and made my way back to the truck to tell my mate all about it.</div><div><br></div><div>So yea I didn't get a shot, and I knew my chances of seeing something were slim, but hey call it beginners luck, but I picked my spot and I did good and I was proud. I've hunted a few more times since in that area and have seen more action. Still no chance to shoot. But to me it's the thrill of the hunt, not the thrill of the kill but the hunt. I'm that close, I'm blending in, they have no idea I'm there, it's like being in some tranquil peace, a give and take respect for the earth and its creatures, and blah, blah, blah, blah. Screw that I want to kill a deer. LOL just kidding. It is about the hunt and I do hope to harvest my first deer this year.... But we shall see.... Until then, keep it Straight Southern for me ❤️</div><div><br></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11276496624396707967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1441768963618416283.post-61269391613900667012016-09-18T09:01:00.000-07:002016-09-18T09:01:07.479-07:00He Leaves Me EverydayI'm sorry it's been awhile since I've posted, I've been busy and recently started a new job. It's hard to write anything worth reading when your mind is full of so much worldly propaganda.<br />
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Something that kind of came out of the creative depths of my mind, I'm talking the level labeled: Cobwebs, was a consideration and appreciation of something that happens to me daily. Here's what I mean:<br />
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My boyfriend leaves me everyday, every single day, except Sundays.... I go through emotional turmoil as I hear him shut the back door every morning. But I know he leaves me, not because he wants to, but because he's a good, hardworking man.<br />
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My brain had a whole lot to spill about at 5:30 a.m. so with a pun intended here's what I came up with, and I have to say, every time I read these lines, I feel and hear my heart crack like thin ice being stepped on, because any good woman knows, that her loyal and faithful mate will leave her many times throughout their lives:<br />
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<i><b>To The Man That Leaves Me Everyday</b></i><br />
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Over and over you walk away.<br />
I lay here wishing you'd stay.<br />
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But I know,<br />
You must go.<br />
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Tears don't fall from my eyes,<br />
My heart still feels demise.<br />
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I always know you'll come back,<br />
Because devotion you do not lack.<br />
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You leaving me everyday,<br />
Hurts in every way<br />
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I know, tis a must,<br />
You'll return with more than lust.<br />
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Before dawn you leave<br />
And until dusk I'll grieve<br />
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Such a unique warfare,<br />
Everyday blessed with prayer.<br />
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Where it is that you go,<br />
Is not white as snow.<br />
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Sweat drips into your soul.<br />
As you shovel so much coal.<br />
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Your back, oh how it aches,<br />
And your hands are black cakes.<br />
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Burnt and charred,<br />
I'm left unmarred.<br />
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You leave me everyday,<br />
To keep us here to stay.<br />
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But come back at night,<br />
For me to fix with might.<br />
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Your body is hard and tough,<br />
Mine is not even rough.<br />
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Much love and affection,<br />
I am not your vixen.<br />
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Being gone all day, everyday,<br />
To return between my breasts to lay.<br />
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And there I will cradle you,<br />
Until your eyes hide their blue.<br />
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In sleep we will not quarrel,<br />
But will lay in peace of moral.<br />
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And I know with morning you'll awaken,<br />
Pulling cover over so I remain unshaken.<br />
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Starting the days all over again,<br />
Is when I'll know it then.<br />
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The man who leaves me everyday,<br />
Loves me in every possible way.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11276496624396707967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1441768963618416283.post-61015610297603105432016-09-01T09:00:00.000-07:002016-09-01T09:00:00.693-07:00Back To My Roots<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Well, it's that time of year again!
Dove and early teal season opened here in Illinois and dove and early
teal opens Saturday in Arkansas, just in time for the holiday
weekend.... Which of course just means more time in the blind!</div>
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I'm feeling quite nostalgic at the
moment as I contemplate my upcoming trip to Arkansas. Brandon and I
will be headed south tomorrow evening, and I can't help but to
contemplate the many, many things I miss so much that you can only
find once you're down yonder of the Mason-Dixon.</div>
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So for all my southern honkies out
there, please enjoy my list of all too true and nostalgic things you
can only find in the South:</div>
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Pancho's Cheese Dip – If you're
southern born and bred you know immediately what I'm talking about.
Pancho's is not only a delicious chain of Mexican restaurants but
they have their own cheese dip brand that is sold in stores of all
kinds all across the south. You will never find any other yellow
cheese dip that tastes like Pancho's. I remember eating it when I was
just knee-high to a grasshopper.</div>
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Southern Heat – no not, the sweaty
humid heat, that's never nostalgic, although I do miss having warmer
winters.... Anyways, here up north, people cook good, flavorable,
spicy food. But something about it just misses the mark on heat, yea
its still spicy, but it just doesn't quite have the same flavor of
spice, like real spices such as cumin, chili, jalapeno, coriander and
oregano. Sure they use 'em but not in any combination that brings
southern heat.</div>
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The slam of mama's screened-porch door
– Hardly anyone around here has screened in porches, I guess
because the skeeters are tolerable and the heat too. Down south, most
content southerners spend their evenings in a screened-porch with a
box fan on a chair chasing away the humidity while counting the
skeeters that collect on the outside of the screen. If you're lucky
you have a swing or rocking chair on that screened-porch, it gives ya
something to do. Any southerner knows you can swing or rock away any
troubling thoughts.</div>
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Grandmama's cooking – Or as I call my
own grandmama, Nanny, you just can't find any other cooking as good,
they have the southern secrets and only they know how to directly
infuse their food with love... Sometimes you just want to kidnap her
and bring her up north with ya.</div>
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River fishing – Sure they have
river's here and you can fish on 'em, but it's just not the same.
Laying on the sanding banks of the southern rivers aka my beloved
Mississippi, compares to a southerner's version of Florida. The sand
is pure and soft, the river laps at your toes, and your hand does an
automatic wave every hour to the tugboats chugging up and down the
river. But the best part, is seeing them river poles bend like
they're being used for vaulting....ya just know that big 30 pounder
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Dove and duck hunting – Sure people
do it here and its mildly popular, but dove season in the south turns
into a big deal, you'll catch everyone and their dog up at Walmart at
midnight buying up their hunting licenses or ten-fifties as we call
'em and raiding the store's supply of shotgun shells. Duck hunting is
popular here, it just sucks, its slow and very hit and miss. While I
haven't got to hunt my first season here, I've heard stories, and
I've been told that I was lucky to grow up duck hunting in the south.
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Food- All of it, fried chicken is only
real fried chicken if its made the southern way and that includes a
good flouring and eggwashing if ya know what I mean. Collard greens
and poke salads are every day norms, whereas these here northerners
eat these disgusting bitter dandelion greens...yuck...Biscuits and
cornbread too. Its hard to find some good buttermilk cornbread and
biscuits here, unless you make it yourself or go to Cracker Barrel
(It may be a chain but it's a southern recipe founded chain). When
you ask in a restaurant if something is made with buttermilk or sweet
milk they look at you like you're crazy. For all you northerners
still reading this wondering, sweet milk, is just regular ole two
percent milk.... no it doesn't have sugar in it... Speaking of sugar
don't even get me started on sweet tea... I miss good homemade silk
pies and buttermilk lemon meringue pies. And of course the beloved
fried chicken waffles... If you moved like me, here up north, don't
even waste your time trying to find a Moonpie or RC Cola..... they
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Hospitality – Everyone down south is
instantly your friend and neighbor and most will give you the shirt
of their back. We may not have much money down south to give, but we
will definitely bring you into our homes and feed ya a good meal.
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Football – Football is a big deal in
the northern states but its not near as obsessive as the southern
states. In my particular area, the football team sucks and is pretty
much unheard of, not to mention its kinda too cold to tailgate the
entire football season. You only think you love football until you
take a trip down south. Everyone knows, don't change the channel,
don't walk in front of the TV and don't walk into an Ole Miss bar
wearing a Tennessee Vols shirt and don't walk into a Razorback bar
wearing a Roll Tide cap, because its gonna go down!</div>
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Beer – Sure there are many types of
beer, but cut out all this Stag and Busch, Budlight is pretty much
the universal buy when making a beer run. Don't be surprised if you
have to go to an actual restaurant to find anything else on draft.
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Candy – Homemade candy shops is the
cream of the peaches down south. You'll find one in an small antique
tourist town, likely with a mom and pop kinda feel. From fudges to
taffy, its all homemade and all infused with southern deliciousness
from recipes handed down years upon years, I'm talking before the
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Melting pot – The South tends to be
the biggest melting pot you ever seen when it comes to races, and it
just keeps on meltin' as years go by. You liable to find a southern
Canadian who had a baby with a southern born Hispanic and popped out
a beautiful southern belle.... It's like mixing drink combinations at
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Sonic – speaking of Sonic. They have
'em up here too but only one per every 60 mile radius, whereas my
little hometown of 12,000 has got one on every corner, three to be
exact and every little town in between, if they don't have a Walmart
then the certainly got a Sonic, but for every Walmart, double the
Sonics...</div>
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Strawberries – What originated in
Memphis, TN as a down home soulfood BBQ place, was grown into a
franchise of the delicious BBQ seasoning: Strawberries, only a real
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Moonshine – Now don't get me wrong,
I've tasted some pretty good apple pie here.... But, down southe you
all know we've got that Mississippi Mud moonshine. At 250 proof, it
will make you wish you had a southern's toleration for it.</div>
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Hushpuppies – When you ordered fried
fish here, they give ya slaw, tartar and fries... Ok sure, that's the
same as the south..... Nope, they don't serve hushpuppies and a
pickle with your fish plate..... Now if you ask me paying $10 for a
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God – There is a general population
of Christians but I've never seen a bigger population of “I don't
know” or “I pray during hard-times” in my life since I moved
here. I knew I moved from the Bible Belt to the Corn Belt, but I
wasn't aware I was trading God for corn.... You make a scripture
joke, nobody gets it. You quote a scripture, still nobody gets it....
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the many things I miss about the South. I hope to have a great time
down there, its been three long months, so I'm more than ready. I
will post soon after the holiday. Thanks for reading Straight
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With living together becoming society's
everyday “norm” now, you can't help but to jump on the bandwagon
yourself. Couples that live together experience many bumps and even
those that wait to move in together after marriage can all relate to
my discussion of funny and all too true things of when you live
together. While they may have not seemed so funny in the beginning,
you look back now on your relationship and realize with a dramatic
eyeroll that it was ridiculously funny.</div>
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When you first live together, married
or not, you are excited and sooooo in love and oh my god this is
gonna be perfect, its like having a sleep over every night-----no,
just no, stop it.... Its great but once the two of you get settled
in, develop a routine with each other and become comfortable, that my
friends is when it really becomes a test.... its not funny while you
go through it but its funny now....</div>
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I'm 99 percent sure the first
“argument”, “fight”, “disagreement” or whatever you want
to call it, will happen over the thermostat, a small, little
insignificant piece of electronic plastic that controls your home's
climate will be the cause. He's hot natured, you're cold natured. He
thinks its ridiculous to turn up the thermostat from 68 to 70 in
summer or winter (you heard me right yes winter too) because you are
cold because “there are plenty of blankets in the house” and if
you are cold “then you should wear socks and warmer clothes.” The
frustration is uncanny, because you're convinced his damn heart is as
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Cleaning..... lord help me... a man's
standard is usually not a woman's standard of clean... It takes
constant encouraging reminders to teach a man the difference between
a dry towel and dish towel, or to not wear muddy boots after you mop,
or to actually go the extra five inches to make it to the laundry
basket....More often than not, if you are the woman in the
relationship, you'd just rather clean it all yourself then have him
help and have to go back over his work and do it right.</div>
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While I've personally never had to deal
with “you use too much toilet paper” I hear couples spat about
this all the time. Usually the predicament I find myself in is: If I
go to the restroom and take a nice relaxing shit only to find the
toilet paper holder empty, and I have to pray and waddle over to the
cabinet to get more, and waddle back and check the floor for
drippage.... I am not going to put the roll on the roller, I'll leave
it off just out of spite....Turns out he does the same, even when I
leave it off, he continues to leave it off the rollers because it
irritates him that I got a new roll but didn't put it on the
roller.... After loosing the toilet paper for the third time in a
day, waving goodbye as the whole fricken thing unrolls across the
bathroom floor, I break down and just finally put it on the damn
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Living together for the first time will
also uncover a horrible truth about your partner. You will ask
yourself on many occasions “How can I be so attracted to someone
that can gag a maggot with the smells they leave trapped in the
bathroom?” Its true and you know it. Men are usually the first to
become comfortable, they will let out the loudest farts and will
proudly claim its theirs.... once the relationship progresses, you
will realize that God put it in their caring, kind hearts to share it
with you.... sometimes by force (aka pulling the blanket over your
head). Usually too, they will use the restroom for what seems like an
hour and then come out to see you hopping around with crossed legs
waiting to pee and say “I wouldn't go in there.” Gee thanks for
the warning but I don't have a choice now because you watched more
YouTube than turds you put in the toilet. Take a deep breath and
attempt to pistol pee, because you might die from inhalation of the
fumes. But of course, if they ever smell what you left behind, they
will go out of their way to make you feel ashamed for being a woman
that poops. Well I got news for ya, women shit and watch YouTube too
and it doesn't smell pretty just because we are pretty!</div>
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There's also the first Friday or
Saturday night that you do absolutely nothing with your lives. Before
you lived together, the weekends were the most convenient times to
spend time with each other. Now though, if you find your friends busy
with their own lives, and the two of you are already in the same
location, many, many nights will consist of Netflix and nothing. This
is perfectly okay with me, sometimes those boring nights in with your
partner, are the best nights, if you can make it through those
nights, then its a sign the relationship coincides peacefully.</div>
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Groceries will likely be on the top 5
lists of debatable topics of discussion in your relationship. If you
shop together, I feel for you honey.... While its nice to have a man
follow you around with a cart while you zip in and out of the isles
throwing in the items you need, you will find that him questioning
every single thing you put in the buggy, will get really old really
quick..... And you will definitely find your eye twitching when he
throws in all the crap he wants, that just happens to be the most
expensive name brands in the store. In my personal situation, I do
all the shopping, he hates going in the store.... Usually though I
ask, “What do you want from the store?”, “Nothing” or
occasionally he will ask for socks or contact solution. However when
the weekend rolls around and he asks, “Why didn't you get such and
such from the store to eat?” or “Why didn't you buy this, I love
eating that?” Seriously.... I asked you.... If you live together,
you have to learn what the other wants before they know what they
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The ridiculous ways of living together
also include the first time your partner asks you to be silent. I
myself am a multitasker, I can read, watch TV and carry on a
conversation, all the while still able to tell my head from my
ass.... the perks of being a woman.... Most men cannot do this. If
they are trying to read, watch something or even just quietly stare
at the wall and THINK about something and you are trying to have a
conversation with them, you can expect to hear the words “Are you
done yet?” or “Can this wait until I'm finished?” I've learned
to just shut up until he's done reading the menu at the restaurant,
because even though I'm so excited to be out with him and I'm just
bubbling over with things to talk about, those words always make me a
little butt-hurt... So I wait. LOL.</div>
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Another unavoidable first of living
together is learning to communicate. Sure you may communicate well on
most things but you will always find yourselves taking turns on
leaving the other out of the loop until last minute. “Hey babe we
are going to my parents for dinner in an hour” or “Hey, get
dressed and do your womanly routine in five minutes because we have
plans to go out tonight.” Eye roll. Nough said.</div>
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Of course there is always the discovery
of your partner's annoying habits.... I don't need to expand, we all
know 'em, because they popped into your head. My advice is learn to
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If you're a woman and you move in with
your man, expect to become the answer to all of his problems mainly
where to find this or that and keeping him fed. We will shuffle
around in the cabinets and find nothing to eat, because he's use to
the bachelor lifestyle of fast food and summer sausage and crackers.
The way to a man's heart is through food and beer. Learn what he
likes to eat and cook it, learn what he likes to drink and take it to
him. He's not helpless, but compared to you he is.... Like I said,
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When living together there is no such
thing as “his side of the bed” its all yours, all the time. No
questions asked. He receives a 12 inch slice of the king bed, that
you proceed to crowd by entangling your body around his, with another
50 inches on the other side of you to spare. The space behind you is
pretty much uncharted territory, it never gets used, which is why the
mattress has to be turned every so often so that it will wear evenly.</div>
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Of course at the end of every day and
after living together for awhile you will realize, you live with your
best friend. You spend so much time together, that you will get
irritated by each other and step on one another's toes but then you
will also appreciate the little things. When he acts like a dork to
make you laugh at him when you are seriously trying to be mad. Or
maybe even when you thought she was ignoring you but it turns out she
was just giving you some space to cool down. When you're apart you
will always think about the other, you will always miss them. When
you live together you will become inseparable companions, you will do
everything together. Sometimes you will need your space and that's
okay, but at the end of the day, call it, don't go to bed angry, kiss
and makeup, overuse “I love you” as long as you mean it and don't
take each other for granted. Because essentially, they are your best
friend for the rest of your life.</div>
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There are those of us who look to be
our age, those of us that look a few years beyond and the small group
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Having a baby face brings many dating
propositions from younger men/women and draws many more eye rolls out
of you to the point you start to wonder if your mama saying, “You
keep doing that, your eyes will stick in the back of your head,”
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When you're younger its cute, its not
really noticeable, maybe a little, but when you get older is when it
really comes into play. The mature thing to do is to learn to laugh
it off, in other words learn to laugh at the fact your face resembles
a smooth baby's ass and you just totally got carded for going to
watch a rate R movie, Deadpool to be exact.</div>
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For women, having a baby face is so
much harder to contend with. A man that looks young for his age is a
blessing too, but a woman who looks young for her age, a definite
blessing in disguise (though when it will stop hiding I'm not sure)
its hard for us because despite trying to dress our age we just end
up looking like a 13 year old Instagram hipster. At that point it
becomes very tempting to use makeup to make ourselves look older;
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All of us with a baby face know that
look the bouncer or bartender gives you with squinted eyes, as they
are trying to decide if you just gave them a fake ID or not. You also
know the anxiety that follows after giving the bartender your idea,
there's always that rush that makes your heart pound hoping they
don't think its a fake and cut it up in front of you and call the
police. While police can verify the whole potential to go through the
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Those with a baby face tend to feel
insecure in their workplace for the simple fact, you know that most
people don't take you serious upon first impression of your outward
appearance. You'd be surprised how fast people are quick to judge you
based on your appearance until you open your mouth and they realize
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Babyfacers (I know its not a word), as
ironic as it seems tend to be the ones with the oldest souls, I'm,
not sure if it influences our personalities to become mature beyond
our years or simply, God figured such an old soul needs a young
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Men babyfacers often grow out their
stubble and it works quite well in their attempts to appear their
age, lucky bastards. Sometimes I wish I could grow a beard just to
stop all of the “Oh my god, your 21? Your so young and pretty, I
would've thought you were 18.” Um, gee thanks? Am I suppose to not
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Of course there is always the usual,
“Oh you will age well, if you look this young now.” I've heard
this repeatedly from family, friends and strangers every time I have
a birthday. What's funny is I know it's true.
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A few days ago I found some pictures of
my mother, grandmother, father and grandfathers when they were
younger. My mother looked like she was about 23 when she was 16 and
hasn't changed since, no one would ever guess she's headed towards 40
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My currently 79 year old grandmother
(Nanny as I call her), people often think she is in her early to mid
60s. Not to mention the picture I found of her in her 40s when my
father was around 8 to 10 years old, she looked like a 20 something
model, with a body to kill for and beautiful skin. She still has that
same skin, with very few facial wrinkles.</div>
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My father, for a known fact had a
babyface until he was about 35, to me personally, anyways. My dad
always looked about 19 to me, now he just looks like a mature
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deceased), while they didn't exactly have a baby face they sort of
just aged to a certain point and stopped aging kind of like Morgan
Freeman, LOL.
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One of my little brother's has a
babyface who looks my age simply because he's tall and my other
little brother looks my age because he doesn't have a baby face and
is ridiculously tall. (Don't kid yourself when I say little. I stand
at 5'7, the first is almost 6 if not already over it and I know for
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In other words, you know you have a
baby face when your little brother who is 6 to 7 years younger than
you gets mistaken as your boyfriend. (Loud sigh and dramatic
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All babyfacers have been guilty of
taking advantage of there looks at one point in time or another.
Whether it be to get that student discount at the game or a child's
plate price at a restaurant. Which is why babyfacers turn out to be
pretty ornery. Hey, God dealt us a hand of cards, it's not our fault
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Babyfacers are automatically deemed
“cute” and “adorable” with those little round cheeks and big
shiny baby eyes and most likely a reasonably petite frame. Honestly
during the week for work you settle for it but make not mistake, when
the weekend hits, you make it a point to be hot and sexy and look
your age....attempt to anyways.... Here's a secret: get rid of your
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What's really creepy about being a
babyfacer is when you know usually guys your age get turned off
because they think you're not at least 18, but suddenly a man in his
late 20s to early 30s finds you attractive.... Yeah I had that
experience, and after a few weeks it sunk in, kinda creeped me
out..... I'm not trying to have a sugar daddy now. Boys if you want a
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The real struggle of having a babyface
is when you get carded for buying a freaking pocket knife of box of
matches at the store....Like legit, seriously? Whatever. Enjoy the
look of shock on the cashier's face, when they card you and you use
the same knife to break into their house and the same matches to
light it on fire.... I mean no, no, of course not, don't think that,
that's awful... Hand him the ID and go with happy thoughts of a
pyromaniac, I mean the adult you are....</div>
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Someone telling a babyfacer how “cute”
they are when they get mad is just asking for a death sentence. We
aren't cute damnit, take us serious, we are angry!!!!!! (Yelling
angrily but rolling into cute bubbly laughter.) Damnit! You're so
cute and adorable you can't even take yourself serious when you're
mad, I mean just look at that cute little poochy bottom lip.</div>
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My poor boyfriend says he's never been
carded as much as he has until he met me.... He can have a full beard
(he's 24) but they assume he's an early bloomer 18 year old and card
him too. Good lord.... Even if the waiter doesn't question his age,
they will question mine and will card me too, I guess they are afraid
he's trying to sneak me a drink even when all I ordered was water!</div>
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Being a babyfacer also gives you the
mentality of a rebel....Oh yeah, you think I'm so cute and adorable?
Let me show you how cute, adorable and smart I really am... Its
secretly our favorite thing about interacting with people, is showing
people what a total hardass you are. (eye roll). Just be yourself
though, if you're a hardass then be one, if you're mature for your
age then be it, if you're cute then be cute, if you're sweet then be
sweet, if you're an asshole then be an asshole, if you're a rebel
then be a rebel. Your face doesn't determine who you are on the
inside, and that's what people really want to see......</div>
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Besides look on the bright side, some
lucky guy (or girl) will marry your ass one day and will still have a
hot wife (or husband) when he's (or she's) 50 and you're over here
looking like a bangin-ass 30 year old at 50. Cheers!</div>
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WHAT"S THE DAMN DIFFERENCE??? (Proof of Curse of the babyface)</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11276496624396707967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1441768963618416283.post-15261397743049816132016-08-12T12:42:00.003-07:002016-08-12T12:42:20.444-07:00Gotta Love Capricorns<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Hello to all! I was incredibly
impressed with the reviews on duckhuntitis, perhaps a blog on
buckhuntitis is in store? Let me know if you would like to see it!?
In a small nod to my one year anniversary of having lived here in
Illinois (Yankee state) I thought I'd tip my hat to Capricorns, being
that I am one myself, and write a funny but wildly true post about
Capricorns including our personality traits, habits, whats important
to us and what you should know about trying to date one!? All in good
fun!</div>
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<b>Capricorn: December 22 to January 20</b></div>
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Capricorns are very traditional people,
old school, I think, is a better description. They keep closely to
family, culture and societal traditions. (For instance, my family
down south is very religious as expected, having moved from the bible
belt to the corn belt was a real shock. While I don't attend worship
every Sunday like I ought too, I still pray and read the bible every
day, its just the Capricorn way. Also, my culture is southern, very
southern, and its tradition to have opening day hunting season
rituals, “thou shall not skip thy rituals”; rubbing last year's
duck feathers will bring good luck in this year's duck blind.) As far
as societal traditions, this is where the old school part comes into
play, while for the most part they adapt with society and learn how
to use technology and live with their partners before marriage, they
will always revert back to traditional ways when they are seeking
peace and quiet. Capricorns can live without their phones or TV and
are keen on courtship and traditional marriage. It all goes hand in
hand of being a Capricorn.</div>
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Capricorns are very ambitious, when
looking for a partner, money does not speak to them; however, one's
personal drive does. They seek real accomplishment, having a $10,000
baseball card collection is not an accomplishment in the eyes of a
Capricorn. Career success is super important to them and they seek
similar success in their partners.</div>
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Avoid bringing a Capricorn into the
center of attention around new people, they are very shy creatures by
nature and will not disarm and open up until they feel comfortable
around someone. Capricorns usually seek the company of humble,
down-to-earth people, rather than snoody stuck-up people. Although
Capricorns have been known to display an arrogant side.</div>
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Capricorns are very serious, while they
can goof off and be silly in their private circle of friends, they
are otherwise serious with tendencies to be quiet. Sometimes their
quiet bouts are very alarming to their family and friends because
they can go from being ridiculously silly to dead serious, usually
people think they are sick or angry when this happens. This usually
gives people the “hot and cold” sensation from them. Rest assured
it is not meant towards you or anyone else, its just how they are.</div>
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Capricorns value intelligence in an
individual, they despise people that play dumb. They enjoy
intelligent conversation and a good, friendly debate on important
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Capricorns also have the highest
standards in the Zodiac, for themselves and for others, they are
easily disappointed when they fall short of their standards and they
are severely disappointed when others don't live up to their own
standards, in other words they despise hypocrisy.</div>
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While Capricorns are loving creatures
by nature and do not tend to harbor resentment, they can and do hold
grudges, ones that likely last a life time. It takes a lot to truly
anger a Capricorn to the point of holding a grudge, but once one has
fell onto one's bad side, it is not likely that person will receive
forgiveness within their lifetime.
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Capricorns are capable of truly loving
their life partner. For those that are the significant other of a
Capricorn you should know that they will protect you fiercely and
courageously and will always remain 100 percent loyal and committed
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A secret about Capricorns, is they
aren't as confident as they seem, not that they intentionally put off
an air, but their bravery of speaking their mind makes them seem
overly confident. Capricorns enjoy a partnership with someone who can
always reassure and support them, keep their secrets and face the
world by their side.</div>
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Capricorns are not very materialistic,
but hold dear to them the things they do possess, leading them to be
a bit stingy, but otherwise they give their resources freely.</div>
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Capricorns are fully aware how weird
and off-key they come off to others. Capricorns often have weird
quirks and funny habits, but often they are religion for them. (In
fact my mother recently told me it seems my motto catch phrase is
“Religiously” i.e. “I duck hunt religiously.”)</div>
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One must tread carefully around
Capricorns because they know how power works and they are very
knowledgeable in their capacity to use it. While they strive to be
leaders, a few take it too far and become dictators and lets face it,
nobody likes a dict....</div>
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When a Capricorn is attracted you, you
will know, because you will receive advice and repeated offers of
support from them – a true sign of affection from a Capricorn.
Capricorns will also tell you about all of their very unique talents,
as a way of impressing you, while they Peacock about what they can
do, they never lie about their talents, because when there isn't
anyone around to impress, they take them seriously, religiously if
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Capricorns are big kissers but often
times, someone they are incredibly fond of will receive a head
nestle. They prefer to show their affection physically in a way that
can't be so intimately shared with everyone else. If a Capricorn
pushes their face into your neck, chances are, they are incredibly
fond of you and adore you like no other. And too, Capricorns are very
genuine, generous and sincere, so if they tell you “I love you”
you should know that these words hold much importance to them.
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Also, Capricorns can be selfish towards
their mates, or to better put it selfish with their mates, Capricorns
have a lot of love to give but do not wish to give it to many people,
hence why their inner circle that receives such love is very, very
small. While they don't mind sharing their mates with other people,
they never like to feel neglected. A Capricorn's partner should
always be sure to return the affection they receive from them to make
sure they do not feel neglected.</div>
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Capricorns keep their promises. When
they make a promise, they will go to the ends of the Earth to fulfill
it. If a Capricorn disavows a promise, then there is always a
seriously good reason why. But remember also, Capricorns despise
others that cannot keep their promises towards them.</div>
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A Capricorn's biggest weakness is
over-thinking, they succumb to it often, which can tire them out
mentally and emotionally. This is why Capricorns always seek a
partner that is simple and straightforward as it helps to balance out
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Capricorns are the biggest bluffers in
the Zodiac, they can hold a straight face for hours, which is usually
used as a tactic of intimidation. Often times though their silence or
bluffing is used as a weapon when they are hurt.</div>
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Capricorns at their best are very
relaxed and always open to listen to people when they are needed.
They take things as they come but plan smart for the future.
Capricorns in all their endeavors of being loyal creatures, strive to
foster optimism in their lives.</div>
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So there you have it a small round up
of what you should know about that crazy Capricorn in your life! Let
me know what you would like to read next! Keep it real and keep it
Straight Southern!</div>
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