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The purpose of a blog

If nothing ever changed, there'd be no butterflies.  ~Author Unknown
When I began writing on this blog three years ago, it was for a class. Mostly. It was largely to share what I was learning in college, but also a way to flex my writing muscles and have a little fun.
So much has changed in my life since 2010. Back then, my biggest stresses were how well I was going to do in class, now my stresses involve editors. In those days, I strove to not upset the RAs — was even one of them for a few years — or the dorm directors. These days its
making sure my rent and bills are paid on time and my neighbors don't get too sick of hearing my dogs. And guys, well, let's be honest…they were just classmates. Now, I'm happily committed to a fantastic guy who absolutely adores me. I had very limited responsibilities, now I care for two pups and sometimes for his two children...

My how life has changed. 

Over the years, the blog has changed too. It reflects life, which never remains the…

Frailty of life.

Yesterday I worked a wreck scene. One survived, one did not.

That was my first fatality. (Well, the second, if you count a suspicious house fire, but that's a different story entirely.) The other part, I eventually learned that the young man who didn't make it is connected to my Advocate family.

The people were cleared from the scene before I was allowed in, so it isn't like I saw anything other than a few details that I will not disclose, for fear it would reach loved ones of the deceased.

The concept of death doesn't bother me. I'm quite satisfied in my location beyond death. As for loss, I've lost people close to me, important to me. That's not what this is about.

As I was struggling to get concrete information about that wreck and fielding rumors from folks who thought I was connected enough to know...somewhere in the midst of all that, I got a message from a dear friend. One who recently found out she was pregnant.

It was a photo of her sonogram. Yeste…

The beast of appearance

"The weirder you're going to behave, the more normal you should look. It works in reverse, too. When I see a kid with three or four rings in his nose, I know there is absolutely nothing extraordinary about that person." ~P.J. O'Rourke
Appearance is a finicky beast. As a society, we rely so heavily on the outward appearance of a person to determine how we treat them. 

And, we often allow what we THINK people think of our appearance to influence how we think of ourselves. 
In high school, I was always the quiet friend. Just one in the group…a wallflower…all of those typical cliches. It's a role I played quite well. 
Back then, it was a matter of self-confidence. All my friends were the tiny little creatures and I was always a giant or…well, I felt like a bull in a china shop sometimes. It wasn't a conscious thought, it's just something that happened.
I never thought of myself as being self-conscious. Looking back, I still don't think I lacked it, not really.…

Lighten up :)

Laughter gives us distance. It allows us to step back from an event, deal with it and then move on. ~Bob Newhart
It seems that all my posts lately have been kind of heavy, so I thought this would be nice, just to lighten us up a little bit.

So I wanted to pick a few of my recent favorites:

The necessary animal video:  :)

The one below is just a great inspiration of what can happen if you never give up on what you truly want/need.

Last one! Let's hope we can all groove it like this lady!

Life is hard enough. I know plenty of folks struggling through plenty of things. Maybe this will give us all a laugh. Remember, warmer weather is coming! :)

The weight of judgement

*If you already visited this and read, I'd like you to make sure to read this, as I came back and added it later. :)

"Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be terrified; do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go." -Joshua 1:9
There are many decisions and actions for which I get grief. Some are regarding my decision to pursue a master's degree, some to not yet have finished said degree. Some are my perpetual singleness, because apparently my friends think I'm knocking the guys away with a stick (really, I have my neon "stay away" sign turned off, but that's a conversation for another time).

Some, if you read the previous post, are regarding work, not doing enough, doing too much, doing it wrong, the list goes on.

However, there are two that bug me more than any and they tie in together.

First off, I get grief for the way I treat my dog. Read that carefully, please. Because I don't say mistr…

The ugly truth

*This post was written in two parts. Make sure to read it all before judging, please. :)

The willingness to accept responsibility for one's own life is the source from which self-respect springs.  ~Joan Didion
Being a journalist is not all it’s cracked up to be. While I love my job, while I love meeting people, the truth is, the stories are never-ending and people are never satisfied.

It’s easy to see why journalists become ‘burnt out.’

In our world, between social media sites that offer -- no, guarantee -- immediacy, and fast food chains that promise you can “have it your way,” it is no wonder that people have become so...greedy.

I hate to use that word. But it’s the truth. Now, these individuals are not always being greedy for money. They aren’t always striving to have their name in print or on television. Sometimes, they are doing it for a great cause, for a great organization, for a great need. But the simple truth is, they are being greedy.

And it is exhausting.

It seems th…

"Have my cake and eat it too" Or "Being the model of a modern lady"

“Charm is deceptive and beauty is fleeting, but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised.” --Proverbs 31:30
Having been born and raised in a rural farming area in Southcentral Kentucky, there are a few things instilled in me.

Things like, always hold the door for others. If someone could use your seat more than you (i.e., they are older, injured, pregnant, or just to be polite), you get up and let them have your seat. You always say ‘please’ and ‘thank you’ and ‘sir’ and ‘ma’am.’ You never refer to someone using their first name unless they’ve told you to. Always be kind and polite to everyone, no matter who it may be. Show respect. 

I always assumed that many of these things were universal. That’s a lesson I’ve since been forced to relearn. Sadly.

In cases such as the door, I have noticed them to be an international given. However, it does seem those unwritten rules don’t always apply in the U.S. Perhaps they should.

Onto another, soon-to-be-connected, but seemingly unrelated …

Breaking out of the 200 club

There is great security in the prisons we create for ourselves.  ~Stephen G. Scalese, The Whisper in Your Heart
Today I reached a milestone. I broke out of the 200 club. 
This is a club I never really wanted to be in. One I should have never joined in the first place. And one that did far more damage to my body and my self-esteem than it ever should have been allowed to do.

Today, when I weighed myself for my weekly weigh-in as part of my Scentsy Wellness plan, I measured in at 197. Well, it could be 198, but I'm sticking with that it was 197. Maybe 197.5, but that's the most.
A year ago, I weighed in at 230. 
Not only that, but I've down-sized my jeans and many other clothing articles. I'm fitting in shirts I've not worn since high school (six years) and looking better in them than I ever did. 
Some of the biggest perks about it all? I feel good. I've not been as sick as I used to be. Or at least when the colds rage, I can handle them better. 
I'm also moving mor…