She is only called Cinderella because of her super mean Step Sisters and YET she keeps that name for the rest of the book/movie. Bitch, you're a princess now. If you want them to call you Princess Penelope FlannelPants... They'd have to. Princess Kate of Wales is actually named Catherine. Yes. Spelled that way. Can you imagine when she and her friends went through that "first-initial-on-your-shirt" phase? Imagine it: You're a 13 year old British girl and you're invited to Kate Middleton's birthday party. You get there with a sweater with a big "K" on it for her and you see the sign on the door "Happy Birthday Catherine." That would suck! But WANA know why she can spell it differently? CAUSE SHE CAN DO WHATEVER SHE WANTS. SHE WAS DESTINED TO BE A PRINCESS. Therefore, guarded with the iron clad reasoning that is provided by Princess Kate of Wales and her dual life/dual names... Cinderella could go back to Ella or change it to Esther if she wanted to. Don't let those sisters of yours taint you for the rest of your life. Rise above it girl. You do you. Etc.
I have a beef with Cinderella.
She is only called Cinderella because of her super mean Step Sisters and YET she keeps that name for the rest of the book/movie. Bitch, you're a princess now. If you want them to call you Princess Penelope FlannelPants... They'd have to. Princess Kate of Wales is actually named Catherine. Yes. Spelled that way. Can you imagine when she and her friends went through that "first-initial-on-your-shirt" phase? Imagine it: You're a 13 year old British girl and you're invited to Kate Middleton's birthday party. You get there with a sweater with a big "K" on it for her and you see the sign on the door "Happy Birthday Catherine." That would suck! But WANA know why she can spell it differently? CAUSE SHE CAN DO WHATEVER SHE WANTS. SHE WAS DESTINED TO BE A PRINCESS. Therefore, guarded with the iron clad reasoning that is provided by Princess Kate of Wales and her dual life/dual names... Cinderella could go back to Ella or change it to Esther if she wanted to. Don't let those sisters of yours taint you for the rest of your life. Rise above it girl. You do you. Etc.
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Want to know how to get the worst mood in the world? I can ACTUALLY give you a recipe.
READY? Take your boyfriend. Now send him away with no contact. Let simmer 2 weeks. Next, take your upcoming “Lady Time” and make it the MOST HORMONAL CASE YOU HAVE EVER EXPERIENCED IN THE 25 YEARS YOU HAVE BEEN ALIVE. Mix with the boyfriend troubles until you get a nice uneven consistency. Things should range from teary, to unstably happy, to angry, at any given moment. Finally, take every single one of your friends and make certain that they are having big and exciting changes in their lives. Examples of this could be: having a baby soon, changing state residences to pursue their doctorate in their chosen field of study, moving in with their boyfriend in an adorable home… etc.* *These are just examples. Any similarities between these examples and real life subjects is completely coincidental and I cannot be held legally responsible for these mere coincidences. LET COME TO A BOIL. THEN UNLEASH THE FIREY HELL FROM WITHIN. So how am I doing, you may ask? Fine. Whatever. I SAID WHATEVER! I have been tasked with finding 3 bids for a tech project at my work. Not totally a groundbreaking process, nor is it a difficult task, but it has involved a lot of meetings and re-meetings. A particular company (a big name company) has reached out to me (not the other way around) to get into the bidding war. Fine. Great. They came out, they sat down with me in their fancy suits and expensive briefcases (I was in jeans and a sweater… color me underdressed) and we hashed out what our needs were. Weeks went by, we did not hear from them. When I reached out to THEM to get information back on our bid, we set up a time… and they never showed. When we discussed it, it was because someone was sick. We rescheduled… and again they did not show. This time they never got the email we initially sent confirming the time of our meeting. Finally, today, I skipped my normal Starbucks stop to get to work early to prep for our meeting and I had a voicemail saying “Please call me so we can set up a time.” But wait. I had an email saying the time was TODAY at 10:00!
What is my point? My point is: having a fancy briefcase and a nice suit do not make you a successful businessman. Treating everyone you work with, whether a small company, a nonprofit, or a huge enterprise, like they MATTER is what makes you a successful businessman. What I got out of this interaction was that they were unorganized and couldn’t be bothered with a smaller project. The girl in jeans and a flannel shirt (today’s outfit of choice) was the professional one and the big guys and suits? They simply sucked.* *Keep in mind that I am under caffeinated and I have so little control of my emotions sans coffee. Sitting in the waiting room for my mom's procedure (she's fine by the way) the news plays on the TV in the background, coffee percolates softly, and 10 people of ranging ages wait for their loved ones. A piece about Donald Trump hits the TV news screen and suddenly the waiting room turns into a sorority house at the end of rush weekend: crabby, overtired people biting each other's heads off. "That man ought to be shot," one woman loudly proclaims. "I don't hate him... I didn't vote for him but you gotta admit he's got gumption," a man in a wheelchair proclaims. "Better him than Hillary OR Sanders," another man says. "I can't even listen to you talk right now... You piss me off," the first woman says. She gets on her phone and talks loudly, "You wouldn't believe these people... Did you vote yesterday? Who did you vote for? Thank god."
Politics, while once a lively debate, have become the ultimate litmus test when determining wether two people are compatible. Even myself, when hearing that an older friend and her husband are a liberal and a conservative respectively, was shocked. "How does that work?" I wondered. Truth be told, political parties do not make us different species, unable to exist together peacefully. Rather, people's reactions make it impossible to simply BE RESPECTFUL. Understandably, presidential race years come with a lot of emotions and strong beliefs. Does that give anyone of any party the right to say that the other party should die? Does one party have the right to shame another in ANY way? They are called "parties" for a reason... RELAX, have some chips, and be tolerant of others. Today was day one without communication from my boyfriend and with trying to manage my anxious tendencies better. So far so good... but it has nothing to do with me, if I must be honest.
Since my partner in crime has left for his 9 week stint at "camp," I have had some really amazing people lend me a hand in support. Friends have been checking up on me and calling/texting me constantly, coworkers offer their support and allow me to keep my countdown on our office wall (see photo), and my family has been kind and patient. At one point today I asked one of my friends, "Am I not enough of a mess yet?" to which she basically said, "Give it time." And she is right. This is just the start and the challenge will be to keep the positive energy going. Wish me luck on this. Regarding my battle against my anxiety, that too is going really well. Today, I went for a long drive to relax, I got sweaty running up and down stairs and a few stretches to get my body going, and I blogged! Ha! Three things and all it took was remembering to do it... not even a ton of time or effort. Highly recommend the battle against anxiety and highly recommend the long drive with the windows down... I do not, however, recommend the boyfriend going to boot camp so... skip that part. As I have said for forever, I am bad at math... so please help me out.
If 80% of my social media newsfeed hates Donald Trump, and 50% of my newsfeed hates Hillary Clinton... and 30% of my social media newsfeed hates BOTH Hillary AND Donald.... HOW IS IT THAT THEY ARE WINNING THE PRIMARY ELECTIONS FOR THEIR RESPECTIVE PARTIES!?! I have sifted through many of the possibilities and the only possibilities are these: either some of y'all aren't voting but are posting angry political memes (shame on you) or some of y'all are faking it (If Closeted Trump Supporters Meetings exist, they should meet at hair salons. You're welcome.) Bottom line: I trust no man, woman, or child who hates or likes a political candidate at this time of year. THE FAKE MATH THAT I ESTIMATED DOESN'T LIE!!!!!!!! It continues to amaze me how thoughtless and careless we are with regards to the sanctity of life. This time however, I am not talking about pro-life... I am not even talking as a concealed weapons permit holder... I am talking as a friend and cousin to people who lost someone dear to them.
On Wednesday March 9, 2016, a man was killed in Florida for simply being another man's boss. A classic "you can't tell me what to do" conversation turned deadly. Did the shooter care for the value of the victim's life? No. What is worse though, is that the shooter didn't just end one life. He ended the life of a man, he changed the life of the victim's niece and nephew whom he was closest with, he altered the lives of the victim's brothers and sisters... and the shooter inadvertently ended his own life. The shooter is in custody of police and at 21 years old, his life as he knew it is completely over. How is it that things like this are still happening in a society that claims to be "evolved"? How is it that in the past 365 days I have written two articles of senseless shootings and nothing has changed? Blogging, as I know, does not change the world... but it amazes me that Brittney Little, a person of no consequence who knows and loves a relatively small amount of people, has known two people to be senselessly shot in the last year. I am average! On the grand scale of life, I am a 25 year old white chick from the suburbs... THAT'S HOW AVERAGE I AM. This means that there are people out there who have lost far more than I have all to stupid acts of senseless violence. This means that people MORE consequential than a mere blogger KNOW what is happening and nothing has been done. A rational brain may say on a bad day, "I could just kill my boss today... they're the worst!" but that same brain also knows that ACTIONS HAVE CONSEQUENCES. Violence like this has a ripple effect... it hits the people closest to it the hardest... but you cannot possibly know how far that ripple goes. A rational brain doesn't go out and KILL THEIR BOSS. A slightly irrational brain quits the job at worst. Senseless killing doesn't save an undesirable situation... it creates a permanent one. To the shooter, I hope you know how many lives you ruined and changed. You killed a good man, a happy uncle, a neighbor, and a friend. You hurt my family... and as a complete paradox from my stand on the sanctity of human life I want you to know: I hope you rot in hell. If you follow me on any social media platform (besides this) or if you have read my previous blogs, you might have learned that my boyfriend is leaving for boot camp on March 15th. Basic Training/ “Boot Camp” is 9 weeks 4 days long. That is 9 weeks and 4 days of him working hard and giving 100% every single day. For 67 days, I will not be able to have contact with him aside from occasional phone calls and weekly letters. In a technology saturated culture, I fear that on MY side of basic training, the absence of constant contact will be the hardest part.
67 days is a long time. While he is off becoming the best soldier he can be, I have decided to make some changes of my own. In the past year, I have been able to link 90% of my health issues to my anxiety. My boyfriend’s leaving for basic training days after my most recent stint in emergency medical care led me to this conclusion: I need to make changes of my own. Who knew that my boyfriend’s leaving would become an accidental PSA for mental health? So here is my plan: While my boyfriend is at ARMY boot camp, I will be instituting a “boot camp” of my own. Those 67 Days will be (for me) consisting of 3 things per day that contribute to mental health and stress reduction. One must be a physical activity as exercise and endorphin production are universally praised as some of the best combatants against anxiety and depression. The other two activities should be something that takes time, that might not necessarily be difficult or continuous, but should not have a deadline or pressure (whether self-perpetuated or otherwise.) On my list are: coloring, nail painting, journaling, playing piano and guitar, studying a language (oui, I was surprised that made the list too given my French grades in college) and listening to music. As always, I cannot wait to share my experience with you. Any suggestions on activities I can add to my list? Leave them in the comments! To the Girls Who Keep Changing for Boys,
I’ll admit, I was once one of you. A friend casually mentioned to you that your Facebook Official obsession with Harry Potter isn’t “sexy” and you suddenly drop it. A guy once compliments your taste in beer, and suddenly you’re a beer guru even though you can hardly stomach alcohol at all. You overhear someone call you a tease and you (against all of your feelings and morals) try to change that. And I wish you’d stop. I know that right now, in high school or college, everyone is doing these things. Everyone is testing the waters and changing to see who they really are. But you already KNOW who you are. You wear boxer style underwear and love to dance around in your button up flannel pajamas. You sing to every country song on the radio even if your crush is more of an EDM guy. Whatever your version of these things is… why are you hiding it for some boy? I never thought that someone could love me just for me. I always thought that some part of who I am had to be compromised. I spent years trying to figure out which part of me I had to let go to find “true love.” Was I too Catholic? Not a strong enough drinker? Was I too wrapped up in my writing? Then I met a guy, at a church function, not drinking, and fully supportive of my blog. Eventually, you’ll find someone like that too; someone who loves every part of you. And when you do, the nights you spent trying to get the attention of a guy who was completely beneath you, the moments you spent puking your guts out because you were showing off your “liver of steel”, and the pieces of yourself you left behind will all become bitter and embarrassing memories. The boys who hated your favorite band, favorite color, favorite activity… they will all crumble beneath the man who cherishes every bit of who you are and encourages you to be your best self. I promise that person is out there. And I promise it is worth the wait. Just hang on. Okay? Love, The girl who used to crush on boys who is now the woman in love with her best friend. |
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