long time

October 31, 2011 § Leave a comment

I have accomplished a lot of goals.

I have taken a break from socializing with friends, stepped back from the blogging world and focused on family time/Mister time. It was needed, wanted and perfect.

I have found a great firm to begin the journey of a career. I love my boss. I love my co-workers. It feels right.

Through it all, I realized what I was “missing,” what just did not “feel” right. I tried too hard to put effort into something I was not completely in sync with. I made a switch that most people do not do. I am going from a blog to a tumblr, as oppposed to going from a tumblr to a blog. Oh well, I have never been “ordinary.” (case in point: described my blackberry’s symptoms to the AT&T guy as “similar to the photo fading away in Back to the Future.” He laughed at me, but completely understood what I meant.)

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no relaxing

July 25, 2011 § Leave a comment

 

Just when I thought things were going to calm down, my week fills right back up again. Only this week big, great things may be happening! Too exciting but also too early to share with everyone. Let’s all just keep the fingers crossed.


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a little trip to Wilma’s

July 22, 2011 § 1 Comment

A few weekends ago my siblings, the Mister and I headed two hours north to visit my aunt in the middle of nowhere. No cell phone services, no neighbors but it was filled with pure bliss. After getting lost for about an hour because we went a different way than normal, we finally made it to my Wilma’s for dinner. As soon as we were about to sit down to eat, there was a knock on the door. It was my dad coming to surprise his sister. He decided to take a little motorcycle ride and come have dinner with us as well. Luckily for my dad, the distance from his house and my aunt’s is shorter than from mine, plus he did not get lost.

After dinner we shot off bottle rockets, laughed at some of my uncle Marshall’s crazy antics, skipped rocks, went creek stomping (it is an Appalachian American thing…that is a political correct term for “hillbilly.”) and finally ended the night with a ride through the fields in the gator.

…new beginnings

July 19, 2011 § Leave a comment

Allison moved out two weekends ago while I was house sitting in my hometown. My new roommate and little brother, Will, moved in this past week. I have said countless times, although there is only a two-year age difference between my sister and I, we are not at all alike. Will and I on the other hand? Not only do we look like twins despite a six-year age gap, our personalities are exactly the same. I was sad that Allison was moving out. It was hard to let go of those two years of my life. However, this new beginning is going to be an interesting one to say the least. Not only am I coming to terms with living under the same roof as an 18 year-old boy, I am also realizing that my college years are going to be prolonged because of this young blood living with me. However, here is to new beginnings. Wish me luck!

happy endings…

July 15, 2011 § Leave a comment

Outwardly things are stressful, secretly I am excited and terrified about the changes I am about to experience. I grew comfortable after months of dread and fear two years ago. My sister, Allison, and I have not had the greatest sisterly relationship to say the least. In all actuality, we did not have much of a relationship at all. We loved each other because we had to, admired each other for traits the other possessed and were cordial. The winter of 2008 when my parents informed me that my sister had to live with me, I immediately just dropped to the nearest seat trembling. I had just gotten use to living alone for a year, and now I am being forced to live with a person that is the exact opposite of me despite sharing genetic make-up? I restored back to teenage angst; I felt my parents were trying to ruin my life. So I did what any logical 20-year-old would do, I threw a tantrum. I know, my proudest moment. They had their minds set; Allison and Leigh were going to be sharing an address.

At first I felt like I was constantly walking on egg shells. After we got into the groove of things, everything started to work out really well. We shared clothes, listen to music, watch chick flicks, experienced a bit of under age drinking and made dinner together. Eventually we started to have a friendship that was comfortable. I told her secrets. We watched our team and T-Will conquer the night while I conquered back flips out of joy. She came to me as a little sister should. I truly understood what it meant to be a big sister after I left a party after getting a voicemail from her crying. She did not ask me to come home, but I knew she needed me. I held her during her first heart-break and explained the goodness of fried oreos in times of despair. It was in that moment, I realized that my parents needed us to live together, not only because it would help each other out, but living together would allow us to create a relationship that sisters should have for the rest of their life.

She has moved out officially now. She has her own address; it is a bittersweet moment. Although I am happy for her, and realize that she needs her own space, a part of me is going to miss the nights it was just us, a laptop for music and the stove running for dinner. I grew to appreciate the fact that we are so different. I love her terribly and will miss her being in the same apartment as me….at least she is next door.

slowman

June 28, 2011 § 2 Comments

I have a list of fiction novels that I want to read before I die…kind of morbid but whatever. I created my personal list from many websites I found on the internet. In the end, I had complied a list of 1000 books beginning with Beowulf and ending with recent fiction. Slow Man was on Oprah’s book club list, (This was not why I picked it; I do not like Oprah.) so many of you may have read the book by now. If not, you are not really missing much.

As the title might suggest, this book is slow. It begins with action, and then slowly falls into the pace of the main character’s mobility. The main character, Paul, was hit by a car riding his bike and loses his leg. After the accident, the book’s plot begins a very boring climb to something that might offer some sort of action. I took this long, drawn out rising action as the author’s way of making the audience feel as bored with life as Paul becomes. This almost backfired for me. I stuck with it and continued reading; I figured it is better than doing nothing while on an exercise bike for an hour. Although the book’s story took forever to get started, I am talking after the first 100 pages it starts to get interesting, it was enjoyable after Paul’s fairy godmother type person finally came onto the scene. She was either there to write a story about Paul, become his lover or she was just insane. She did interacted with the other characters in the book, so I concluded it was not a Fight Club motif.

” ‘And I learned a lesson from it: that love need not be reciprocated as long as there is enough of it in the room. This girl had enough love for two. You are the writer, the heart expert, but did you know that? If you love deeply enough, it is not necessary to be loved back.’ “

This was one of the few moments the book stood out to me and caused my ballpoint pen to underline words. The book had charm but not enough for me to strongly suggest someone to read it unless they just recently lost an arm or a leg. You are welcomed to read this book, but do not be upset at me if it does not move you.

grow grow grow

June 22, 2011 § 4 Comments

I have been working on growing out my hair for about a year ago. It is finally passed my shoulders, and the longest it has ever been. My goal is for it to get past my boobies. I want to look like a mermaid during the summer. One of my goals for 24 before 24 was to take a photo of my hair growth every month to see how much it actually grows in a year. I am getting anxious about the hair. It is driving me nuts because it is at this awkward stage and with the humidity that never leaves KY, long hair makes you feel sticky and just gross. But, these pretty photos encourage me to keep growing my hair out.

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