I’m a Blogger, You Know


Come on, three more steps. One…two…ugh, almost tripped there. And three. Why are those steps so hard to climb anyways? Bulletin board full of useless “join us and become the ultimate stereotypical college student with perfect teeth and tons of friends” club flyers. Tried that once. Never again. My stomach still hasn’t quite recovered. Turn left. There it is. Class. Waltz in as though you didn’t trip over thin air about three point seven seconds ago. Claim your spot. Why is it that always happens? Everyone knows who sits where. Like that kid with the boating shoes, he sits in front of me. The guy with the unique snapback collection sits behind me. Do I know their names?


Do they know mine?

Probably not.

But one does not destroy the rhythm of “The Spot” concept. At least not without serious repercussions and evil glares. You pick your spot on the first day, and you warm it with your cramped restless body. Nothing more, nothing less. Well, unless you count actually passing the class.

The girl sitting next to me begins to stare as I dribble blogging thoughts into my cheap composition book. I think she’s judging me. And quite frankly, I don’t care.

I am blogger, watch me scribble.

Writers block is a real thing, you know. I could suffer from it at any time if I do not quickly write down good thoughts as they flow. It’s a lot like a menacing head cold. You can feel it in the air. It begins to penetrate your frontal lobe with a soft thud which metamorphasizes into a pounding slam through your whole cranium.

So go ahead. Stare. I am saving myself from insanity later. While you are at your apartment obsessing over your well manicured nails and social status, I shall be writing alone in my room…in front of my laptop…with a glass of tea…maybe water. Who needs friends, am I right?

*Holds up hand for virtual high five. Realizes the foolishness of the statement. Slowly lowers hand.*

What can I say, I am quite the rebel.

Besides, we all have our hobbies. Mine just so happens to involve writing without a grading incentive and spending time with my thoughts and trying to make them flow on paper/blog whatchamacallit.

The professor just asked a question. And of course, he looks at me. He knows I turn beet red when I have to speak in class. Quick, explain how mortgages affect the economy.

Whew. Good thing I actually paid attention to that segment in the video. Home free, baby.

More scribbling. Yes, this is good.

Wait. No. I just wrote down what the professor said. Rising interest rates and inflation aren’t exactly eye catching topics.

Forget it. I lost my train of thought. You win this time, economics.

What time does this class end, anyways?

Loads of Love,


The Liebster Award


A few days ago, I typed in my username and password to peruse the wonderful world of WordPress. Lo and behold, I saw a little sunny orange comment bubble. My face automatically lit up and I began to wonder who had sent this little surprise my way. It was from Princess ZooBoo. She had nominated me for the Liebster Award. I was grinning from ear to ear. (And to be honest, at random times in the day I smile stupidly into a random direction just thinking about it.)

I really appreciate that she took the time to think of me and my little blog. It truly made my day to see that comment. Ever since I began reading her blog, I became addicted to her catchy positivity and fairy dust. I mean, how often do you get to escape reality and talk to a REAL princess? I love reading her posts and I know that she will continue to do a fantastic job. So here’s to you, Princess ZooBoo! Thanks for making me smile! 

And without further ado, I shall answer the questions that she asked me.

1. What is your favorite color?
Oh, that’s a toughy. I am caught between yellow and pink. I love yellow because it is bright and sunny, but I love pink because it is soft and girly. (I know, too cliché. Forgive me, please.)

2. Cornetto, Magnum, or some other ice cream?
Well, if you read any of my other posts concerning the solution to life tragedies and what not, you will definitely know that I am a Ben and Jerry’s kinda girl. But don’t get me wrong, I won’t turn any form of ice cream away. 

3. Do you like mangoes?
Here’s a deep dark secret…I’ve never tried one. Yeah, I know you’re judging. I guess I’m not that daring in the food department. C’est la vie. There’s always ice cream.

4. If you had a bag of happy fairy dust, why/on who would you sprinkle it?
This is another toughy. I would probably sprinkle it on people with sicknesses. It breaks my heart to know that people are constantly coping and fighting with a disease that no one else understands. It must be so heart wrenching to have to live day to day going in and out of treatments and hospitals knowing that you will have to do it all again soon. I would take all of it away for good. (Also, I am not a fan of hospitals anyways. Germs and needles terrify me. Ewww.)

5. What is your favourite TV drama, and why?
I don’t watch much TV, but I do like the show Twisted. I really like Avan Jogia’s character. (And he’s attractive *cough cough*.) And I like the general suspense of the show.

6. Is there any landmark/city you would like to visit one day, and why?
I’ve always wanted to go to London (or England in general). It seems like such an interesting place. Thanks to my Mom, I have always had an appreciation of British things. Anything from Beatrix Potter to tea. (That sounded so American…again forgive me.)

7. Have you seen a fantastic movie lately?
Probably the best movie I have seen all summer was The Great Gatsby. I absolutely love the book and F. Scott Fitzgerald. He makes every day life seem so magical. And what is more magical than Gatsby? The man is amazing.

8. Are you a shopaholic, or a chocoholic?
I plead guilty on both charges. I think I would rather shop than eat chocolate though. But until I am forced to quit one or the other, I shall happily continue to do both.

9. Do you like pie? If so, have you got a favourite?
Ah, pie. I love my Mom’s homemade peanut butter pie. Couple it with a cold glass of sweet tea (I am Southern if you couldn’t tell) and you have sheer culinary heaven on earth. I get chill bumps just thinking of it!

10. Just out of sheer curiosity, have you ever seen a rainbow?
I have seen a rainbow. The double rainbows are gorgeous after a big storm. I believe that is the only reason I can tolerate storms. The rainbows make it all better. 

So here are the incredible people I have chosen. (You should check these guys out! Go ahead, I dare ya.)

Laughter is the Best Medicine
Her Locket
The Spirit Creative
Poetry Unsung
Share A Smile
Sarrah’s Words
The Lonely Lion 98
The Diary of a Curly Girl

Here’s the questions for the lucky victims nominees!

1. If you could trade places with anyone in the world, who would it be/why?
2. Who is your current music obsession?
3. Quick! What are you thinking about?
4. Who is your favorite artist/why?
5. What is your favorite zoo animal/why?
6. Have you read any good books latey? (I need some suggestions…)
7. What is your hobby?
8. What is your favorite pickup line? (I just had to ask.)
9. What is your favorite word/why?
10. If you could, what would you change about yourself?

The rules are:

-Each nominee must link back the person who nominated them.
-Answer the 10 questions which are given to you by the nominator.
-Nominate 10 other bloggers for this award who have less than 200 followers.
-Create 10 questions for your nominees to answer.
-Let the nominees know that they have been nominated by going to their blog and notifying them

Hope you have fun! Stay [insert awesome adjective here].

Loads of Love,

A Mini Pep Talk


These are some of my favorite inspirational quotes. I hope they make you feel awesome! Whatever it is you are trying to accomplish, keep on going. I know you can make it.

“When you’re out there partying, horsing around, someone out there at the same time is working hard. Someone is getting smarter and someone is winning. Just remember that.” – Arnold Schwarzenegger

“The world ain’t all sunshine and rainbows. It’s a very mean and nasty place and I don’t care how tough you are it will beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it. You, me, or nobody is gonna hit as hard as life. But it ain’t about how hard ya hit. It’s about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward.” -Rocky Balboa

“To be a champ, you have to believe in yourself when nobody else will.” -Sugar Ray Robinson

“Most of the important things in the world have been accomplished by people who have kept on trying when there seemed to be no hope at all.” -Dale Carnegie

“It is not wanting to win that makes you a winner; it is refusing to fail.” -Unknown

“Never give up on something that you can’t go a day without thinking about.” -Winston Churchill

So don’t give up just yet. Who knows, maybe next time you will succeed! Stay amazing!

Lots of Love,

Paper or Plastic?


You wake up. The alarm as been blasting in your ear for the last three minutes and you have suddenly decided to terminate it with your drowsy fist. Okay, so it wasn’t terminated per say, but it did finally shut up. You slowly slide out of your warm covers and feel your feet touch the inviting carpet. You meander your way over to your dresser mirror. You gently rub your eyes in a feeble attempt to feel somewhat more awake. After about thirty seconds of that, you look up to see some weirdo looking at you. Who is she? And what is with her hair…wait…no…that’s…ME!

It’s happening again! No! Your inner self lets out a piercing scream equivilent to thousands of crying toddlers as your outer self’s chin drops to your pajama top.


This feeling is the equivalent of millions of finger nails scraping the chalk board of your soul. You cringe as your world suddenly plummets to the nether regions of your empty stomach.

It’s…Paper Bag Day.


Paper Bag Days are a common occurrence in the life of an average, senile sensible female. These are the days that we look like we have been hit with an eighteen wheeler only to be tossed in garbage disposal and suddenly propelled through a wind tunnel of tar and chicken feathers. At least that’s what our minds say. To put it simply, some days girls just feel ugly.

Has anything changed physically?


Does that change our determined dictator minds?

Again, nope.

Paper Bag Days are when you literally want to shield your hideous existence from the unsuspecting the world with an innocent (yet useful) brown paper bag. One day you feel like Tyra Banks, and the next you feel like Voldemort. Yeah, it’s that bad. The day before can be filled with compliments and praises galore, but as soon as the P.B.D. virus infects the unsuspecting female brain, the results can be quite catastrophic. Possible side effects include and are not limited to chocolate binges, rom-com marathons, mixed matched sweat pants, lack of makeup/confidence and possibly loud and slightly obnoxious sobbing.

How does this happen? You would have an easier time explaining crop circles or Chuck Norris. I don’t even think science can construe a logical explanation. It just, well, happens. It seems that every female I know occasionally contracts the P.B.D. virus. Maybe it’s in the chocolate…

The good thing about the cursed P.B.D. virus is that it can be cured. Just apply some laughter, good cheer and a double dose of generosity. Making someone else feel great on your P.B.D. definitely helps relieve the pain and sensitivity.

And don’t worry, it will clear up eventually. Cheer up, buttercup and keep on smiling. You’re gorgeous despite what your infiltrated cranium whispers to you. So look in the mirror and be fierce. Look at you, girl. You got this.

Stay gorgeous and amazing and what not.

Loads of Love,

Aimless Wandering


I just want to walk aimlessly. I want to start at the end of an empty road and let it take me where it will.I want to walk until I can’t walk anymore. No thought or feeling involved. Just walking and listening to the birds and the whispering wind. Walking like this always gives me a sense of tranquility. As if that is where I am meant to be. Gazing at the green leaves in the trees overhead as they sway and carry the warm light to my face creating a perfect shadow on the ground below. Smelling the warm air and the pure scent of being in a new world. Your mind can rest in a blanket of thoughtlessness. It is beautiful. It is home. Everything comes together and apart all at once yet it makes perfect sense. Your whole world collides and embraces itself within a short space of time. Nothing is a priority. Nothing has to be solved or examined. It just exists. Nothing more.

This is just me rambling. Have a great day.

Lots of Love,

You Are Braver Than You Believe


Growing up, I always wondered how adults seemed to never be shaken by things that would make me shiver under my covers. They seemed to calmly know what to do and when to do it. I always wondered if I would be able to do the same thing. It scared me to think that one day I would have to be the adult. I would be the one who steps in and saves the day.

Well here I am. A legal adult and I’m still a little scared. How can I hold someone else together when I can’t even do that for myself? Fear keeps so many people from reaching their full potential. I don’t want that to be me. I want to be brave and try even though I know failure is a few heartbeats away. I may fail, but I want to always have the drive to rise again. Failure is guaranteed, but persistence is not.

I have also found that without fear, there would be no bravery. Think about it, if everything was easy and pleasant, no one would have to be brave. There would be no heroes, triumphs or battle cries. Granted your circumstances may leave you with scars, but you can see them as badges of honor and bravery. You had to fight to earn those. They will forever tell your story. Your bravery is mirrored within those eternal marks.

Fear is not a choice. It will always affect each of us in some way, but we can chose to lay down defeated or rise and fight bravely. One of my favorite quotes by far is from a little boy whose best friend was a stuffed bear. To be so young, he was always so wise.

“You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem and smarter than you think.”

Stay brave and amazing.

Loads of Love,

Thank You, Nicholas Sparks


Dear Mr. Sparks,

Let me start out by saying how much I love your work. You are proof that men can be romantic. Your novels have made us all cry, smile, cheer and love all of your realistic characters. You have single handedly revolutionized the way women look at romance.

Speaking of, I do have one problem. You have ruined my life. Please allow me to explain. I can’t help but notice that your novels may have distorted my view of reality. No one is offering to build me a white house with a wraparound porch with blue shutters. Nor will I be getting an art room in which I can freely express myself. No one has kissed me out in the pouring rain or has written down our life story that he will one day read to me as I lay in some obscure existence out of my mind. No built, sensitive marine has offered to help me run a dog training center and has accepted my family as his own. Or help me build homes for families in need. No long lost love has come back to me to help save a member of my family from an illness at his own expense.

It’s safe to say that I have been let down. That is your problem. You make fiction seem so real, you devil, you. You make everything from the gently scraped wooden floors to the dusty family portraits from times past mesh into a perfect façade of reality. No one sees it coming. The next thing you know, you are silently swept through the lives and minds of your characters. You feel their pain, understand their confusion and rejoice at their triumphs. As soon as the last words are read, true reality slams your reader ajar in their comfy seat with the special cushion grandma stitched and almost causes them to spill their freshly brewed coffee all over their flannel striped pajama bottoms and unsuspecting house cat. Your novels will haunt your readers for a lifetime. You, my friend are a genius. You keep “The Titanic” awake due to nightmares of disinterest. The kicker, it all seems so effortless for you. I’ll bet your grocery list could be a best time seller. You really have it.

Please understand that this is not a letter of hate or disdain, but rather a note of admiration. A round of applause, if you will. You have what other writers would give their kidneys, one lung and a tonsil for. You have insight. You write what you know every woman wants to hear. Kudos, my friend. You deserve nothing less. Thanks for everything.

Yours Devotedly,


Pickup Lines: You Gotta Love Them


I have to admit, pickup lines are probably some of the funniest things I’ve ever heard in my life. It’s crazy to think that someone has actually wasted the time to think about something that makes you pause for a moment of reflection and then immediately laugh in their face. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not being that chick that bashes the pickup line into tiny pieces and threatens those who use them. To be honest, I find them very amusing. The cheesier the better. Does it mean that I will marry the guy, have twelve kids and sit in a rocking chair in my golden years with his hand in mine as I await my certain doom? Not so much, but it is a great way to get me laughing. If you can make me laugh, you are better off than most.

Another thing that fascinates me is the range of pickup lines there are to choose from. Anything from superheroes, math, science, Disney and so many more. It’s almost ridiculous. Someone must truly have too much time on their hands.

One thing that girls hate about pickup lines is that they tend to be cheesy and almost desperate. But you have to admit, it does take guts to purposely throw yourself under the bus like that when you pretty much know that there won’t be a happy ending. Just saying. I mean how boring would it be to live in a world where guys were to afraid to even make eye contact, let alone say something like, “ Baby, are you a parking ticket? ‘Cause you’ve got fine written all over you.” Yeah that one never gets old.

I don’t know, maybe I am easily entertained, but I happen to like pickup lines. The cheesier the get, the more I laugh and the better I feel. Thanks, guys. Just don’t quit your day jobs.

Lots of Love,


alice in wonderland quote impossible things before breakfast

Just imagine. What if it’s true? You’ve dreamed about it for so long. They said you won’t make it. Everything has been stacked against you. From the beginning you have struggled through it. You’ve cried yourself to sleep. You’ve never let it out of your mind. It never fades like other opaque things. They were swept away so quickly.
Now it comes down to this. Now is your chance.

What if you fail? What if it’s all just a mirage? What if it destroys you?

No. Just push it out of your head.

You are going to do this. This is what you’ve always wanted. This is the air you breathe, your heartbeat, your skin, your bones, you thoughts and your soul. This is your everything.

If you don’t take this chance, you will never be able to shake the regret. It will haunt you like a million shadows in the noon day sun. You will never out run it.

Now you do something about it. Now is your time.


The one, four syllable culprit trying to slay your dreams. He creeps along with failings and naysayers and illuminates them with a harsh white light. He shrinks, prods and dismantles the strongest of humanity with only the mention of his name.


The secret, though, that he hides in plain sight is the key to his defeat. Impossible, if broken down properly, is actually, I’m Possible.

How do you do this complex maneuver on such a notable foe?

Add encouragement. Sprinkle determination. Multiply fight. Throw in perseverance. And most importantly, let in possibility.

All of these things can help defeat Impossible. He has thrown down the most noble of contenders, and he plans on doing the same to you. He lashes out with threats of misery, discontentment, embarrassment and his pride and joy, failure. He is a bitter enemy. Always lurking through minds and hearts crushing any dreams he can find.

But you can stop him. It is possible.

The only difference between possibility and impossibility are two small letters. I and M. Put those together, and you can see his worthy opponent.


Rise to the challenge. You are worthy. Fight to his death. You will be victorious.

Stay possible.

Loads of Love,

I Don’t Wanna Grow Up


Growing up is a natural part of everyone’s life. We all have to undergo this change in order to progress. You have to be bigger, stronger, wiser and braver to survive the strange world of adulthood. The sad thing is that most grownups forget the most important things about their previous state of mind. It’s as if only materialistic things truly matter to most people. We compete to stay “on top” of the food chain, crushing whoever and whatever to get there. We don’t enjoy the small things like an ice cream cone after a long bike ride or sitting around a fire telling cheesy knock-knock jokes and ghost stories. Suddenly we are overwhelmed in having the best to be the best.

Well, in a civil way, I refuse. I refuse to grow up if it means stressing over silly things and forgetting what truly makes me happy.

I refuse to stop believing in faith, trust and pixie dust.

I refuse to stop putting sprinkles on ice cream and cupcakes, even thought it doesn’t necessarily make it taste better. (It’s about presentation, people.)

I refuse to stop singing with the birds.

I refuse to forget about Prince Charming.

I refuse to stop personifying inanimate objects and naming them.

I refuse to stop whistling while I work.

I refuse to stop daydreaming in my spare time.

I refuse to choose a ‘practical, modern novel’ over a fairy tale.

I refuse to stop wearing colorful socks with cool designs on them.

I refuse to fit in when I was born to stand out.

I just refuse. I don’t wanna grow up, and you can’t make me! (Excuse me, I got out of hand there.) The point is that I don’t want to throw away the good I already have in my life for it to be replaced with skepticism and hardness. Sure, I may be naïve, soft, innocent etc. but I am happy this way. This is the way I want to live. I believe you can have a fairy tale, if you will only believe in it. After all, it’s all about perspective.

There are princesses, princes, dragons, elves, fairies, knights, unicorns and stepsisters everywhere if you will only open your eyes and see them. They can help create your story, but remember, you are the one who writes it. Circumstances, obstacles and trials are guaranteed, but they do not control how you react. You have the power to be any character you want to be, if you only allow it.

Perhaps I have gone round the bend. You should join me! It’s much more fun over here! I hope you have a great day.

Loads of Love,