Lucky You

For most people, when they find out people are reading their blog they probably feel nervous that they could have said something offensive at some point. So from then on they watch what they say, just to be safe... Well lucky for you blogland I feel none of that! Don't fret friends! I will continue to bring you my thoughts and feelings freely. 

If I had to worry about what I said on here, I wouldn't have a blog. I would have a journal. In my room. That no one read. But me. And God of course. I do have one of those. Technically I have like 4 journals, all with different purposes. I get it from my sweet father, so blame him.

The next time I have some big random or not random thought I will let you all know. 

Bye bye honesty lovers!

Honesty Hurts

For those of you who are newcomers to my blog, let me reiterate that this blog is made to be my medium of honesty.

HONESTY

This word means many different things to different people. To some it means saying what you think in a censored, edited way that makes people still like you and feel all warm and fuzzy. I am not one of those people. I believe in honesty that is not meant to hurt, but is not fake. I believe in real honesty that actually tells the honest truth. That was what my last blog post was expressing. Yes some of you men and even some women may think that I am some feministic, man-hater. 

THIS IS FALSE.

I love boys. More than many other women do. I have a positive view of men, trust me. I am just expressing what I see in my generation of fellas. Observations if you will. And I am not alone. What I said in my previous post can be backed up by what I have heard MANY young women say recently. Sorry we're not giving you boys high fives and oooing and ahhing at your big muscles. I'd love to do that, if you had some muscles to oo and ah at. ;) 

Men will be boys

One thing that I find quite hilarious is when I hear that guys are "scared" of girls. Really? The big bad woman lady is gonna get ya? hahaaaaaa ahhhh this never ceases to make ma laugh and giggle like a little monstrous girl. I mean men often say that women are inferior to men... so what's the big fright about? If I feel stronger than something I am not going to be afraid of it, correct? It doesn't make any sense. 


So let me get this straight:  Women are inferior to men. So men are scared of them. Then the women feel the men's vulnerability and stomp all over them stealing not only their dignity but their "man" jobs as well. Then the men pout and tell women to treat them like the men that they are! Then women tell them they will... once they act the part. 


hmmm there seem to be some missing pieces along with some interesting connections... I just find this whole web fascinating. You men crack me up! Oops I meant to say boys. ;)


Real men view women as their equals under God. Aren't afraid of women, but adore them for the creatures that God made them. They are strong and leave no gap for women to stomp on them. They are treated like the men that they are because they ACT like the men that God made them to be. 


But what do I know. 

I love fall

Ohh Autumn.. you have a special place in my heart... There is just something about it getting cooler outside, the yummy cinnamon smells, the leaves changing, the decorations, the colors... I cannot get enough. I have soooo many fond memories for fall that I cannot help but get excited just thinking about it!!! 

going to Tulsa with my parents,

going to Davis with my whole family,

college football,

chili,

s'mores,

candles,

opening windows, 

cool air,

late night coffee outside,

walks through the park,

pumpkin anything,

halloween and autumn decorations,

sweaters,

my favorite colors...

Ahh such a precious gift God gives me every year! Today I was thinking about the blessing of memories. What an incredible gift. Being able to smell something and go back in time. Looking at something and it reminding you of something from years ago. Amazing. Thank you Lord for memories!

Flattery

One thing I failed to mention about a week ago was this funny, flattering story.


The other day my friend Megan told me she did something creepy. She said she saved some of my Washington scenic pictures I'd put on Facebook to her computer, printed them out at Walmart, and placed them on her walls in her apartment fro decoration... WHAT A COMPLIMENT! I wasn't weirded out in the least! I was thrilled that someone thought my photos were worthy enough to be displayed on her walls!!! Ahhh.. such a nice thing to think about. I do love photography but do not consider myself a photographer at all. I just like doing it for my own pleasure. Even then, I am just beaming from pride and blushing with flattery. Thanks Megan for the p.d.a. towards my hobby. :)




Here's one peek to for you people who won't be going into Megan's bedroom any time soon....

See... Nothing special. But still a nice gesture.

Random subject for the day:

Is it appropriate to take your shoes off and lounge on a couch in a PUBLIC PLACE?

I am currently sitting across from a man at Cuppies and Joe who has taken his shoes off and is LAYING on the couch reading. OK. I get it. We all want to be comfy and Cuppies is a comfy place. BUT YOU ARE TOO COMFY. Really? I don't want to see your black stinky socks outside of the home of your shoes. Nor do I want to sit on that end of that couch ever in the future because all I will be able to think about is your feet oil oosing into the fabric and making it sooty. SICK. 

Thanks alot black sock man.. you just distracted me from very important things and now I will only 90% enjoy my "Mint for Each Other" cupcake. Thanks. 

I have now successfully distracted myself from studying for a good block of time. Guess it's time to be a grown up and stick to the books!!! BYE!

Marijuana tramp stamps, fried oreos, and drunk karaoke singers...

Ahhh the Oklahoma State Fair...
nothing like it in the whole world. If I were not from Oklahoma and not used to the severely obese, smoking like a chimney, loud, obnoxious hicks who reside here in OK I might have been overwhelmed.. but not me! Luckily culture shock is not shocking to me. Lucky me. 


I indulged in an Indian Taco (like every year), deep fried oreos, and a sweet tea... mmmmm. Courtney,    Amy, and I enjoyed watching drunk people sing for their also wasted, adoring strangers. How sweet! They actually sounded decent, surprisingly. We also saw a lady with a marijuana leaf tattooed on her lower lower back. CLASSSSYYYY!!!! Sick lady, what are you gonna tell that lil baby you're chasing around the fair when she grows up and asks "Mommy what's that??".

Random Advice:

#1: Don't buy the cheap kind of bobby pins. THEY DON'T WORK. Splurge the extra $1

#2: Support bands you like who aren't mainstream and possibly struggling

#3: Go through your clothes at least every 6 months and give away what you don't wear

#4: A clean kitchen is a happy kitchen

#5: Call or visit your parents, they love and miss you

#6: Take advice whether you want to or not

#7: Look people in the eyes (even if it feels like they are reading/stealing your soul)

#8: Decide to be in a genuinely happy mood for one whole day

#9: Physically write down specific blessings in your life and read them to yourself

#10: Write a random thank you note to someone

These are just a few things I have been thinking about lately and feel should be shared. You're welcome.

things in life that make me happy no matter what..

the happy list

people watching

my mom's infamous chocolate chip cookies

rainy sunday naps

autumn

candles that smell like fall

lamps

old, pretty books

small coffee shops

coffee

dinner around the kitchen table with my family

Christmas Eve

when the seasons change

boots

tulsa

walks with my parents

laughing 

finding new music 

journaling 

making smores 

star gazing 

great thrift store finds

taking pictures of nature

Guys Are Stupid and Girls are Crazy

One thing I have realized in my 21 short years of being on this earth is that boys are stupid and girls are seriously crazy. No seriously. The more I watch guys and girls interact the more this theory is clear to me. 


Example: Boy says, "How was your day?"
Girl thinks, "Wow he is soooo into me!"
Boy is actually thinking, "I should be polite and ask how her day was."




Another example: Boy mentions girl to a friend, "Ya and Sarah was there."
Girl hears this and thinks this, "He is talking to all of his friends about me!"




Get the idea? Boys are clueless and girls should be put in a padded room (not all together of course because the catty, insecure comparing ourselves to one another would take over and would lead to a massacre) I think it's almost comical how God made guys and girls not able to communicate. I was telling someone the other day how when he does certain things they means something completely different to girls. I watch miscommunications happen every day.. my own weird entertainment..


This video is a good explanation for you guys out there who are still in the dark..
(These guys are acting how girls act, too true)


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gspaoaecNAg


Random thoughts of the day.. Next time you see a couple or a group of guys and girls.. watch for the signs of miscommunication and LAUGH. The end.

Peopleless pictures and some happy things that make me giddy

Sheee Shells in Venice

Eye on top of the Eiffel tower

Lunch in Downtown Portland

Beach in Scotland (so windy and COLD!)

Coast coffee shop in Washington

Here are some pictures I've taken for fun... as you can see I like things not people. That's my eye at the top but as usual it's in digital macro so there's not just a pic of a person. 

I wonder if the fact that I like to take pictures of things and not people means something. In Europe I had to keep reminding myself to put people in my pictures. Am i deranged?? Am I that scary child who cuts the heads out of family portraits!!?? I hope not... Sometimes I seriously wonder if I'm a crazy person and all of my "friends" are actually just people being nice to me because they feel sorry for me and my insanity. Again, I hope not...

Today I started listening to Yanni (judge me), burned a "leaves" scented candle, cracked open my chocolate brown curtains, organized my room (which i love and could live in forever, even with a husband and family).... it was GLORIOUS! It reminded me of freshman year which reminds me of Fall, which reminds me of October which reminds me of going to Tulsa with my parents every year, which reminds me of going to the cabin with my whole family, which reminds me of fooooood ... all of my favorite things!!!! 

AH!!!! I am soooo happy right now thinking about all of the things that make me smile when I think about them! Don't you love thinking about all the things you LOVE?? I could right a whole book about all the things and places and people and memories that make my heart flutter with pure joy! I wish I could bottle up this feeling and give it to everyone, because everyone needs to feel this..


I hope everyone at some time can look around and be overwhelmed by everything around them and how good it is. I feel this often, but probably not often enough. Count cha blessings friends!!! I don't even think i could count that high..

I am the white Tyra Banks

Today I went to Chick fil a for the 4th day in a row to take advantage of the the free meals and shakes provided for OC students! While I was there my friend Ashley said this to me after seeing my driver's license picture.. "You are the white Tyra Banks!" Can someone tell me if I should be concerned? Should I change my picture?? I am worried. Also in Geography today I sneezed and my professor stopped and said, "That was so cute! Adorable!" ... didn't know how to reach to that one either..

Things like this always make me curious about what people say behind my back.. I probably would be better off not knowing but a girl can wonder, right?? When you say too much too often, people tend to have a lot of ammo back at you. This is usually from the people who are too scared to say half the things they actually feel. :(

I feel sorry for people who are afraid to speak their mind, I really do! I tried one day to not say hardly anything... it only lasted about 2 hours. LAME. So I realize that I should try to keep some thoughts to myself more often. I would just rather say what I think and feel and be bold and confident about it rather than always worrying who's going to be upset by the tiniest thing. I hate walking on eggshells with people! Lighten up! People who are touchy about everything and anything you say to them are insecure. I know because I used to be like that when I was younger. Gross. Not a good way to live life, trust me.

Well I am pooped. Sorry today's post is ME ME ME. I will work on that as well...