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A few weeks ago, when I wrote this post, someone reminded me of a funny incident that happened to my mother and me a year or two ago. In light of that, I thought I'd might as well share it for your entertainment. :) Let me begin by saying that I live in the middle of nowhere. Literally. I live on a dirt road that lies somewhere between a one-red-light town and a five stop sign town (okay... there are more than five, but it doesn't have a red light). I don't really live within either city limits and it's about a five minute drive either way to reach an actual "city." My road is just one within the maze of desolate dirt roads lying outside the city limits and it can get a little confusing if you ever get lost back there. Alright. With the stage now set, I will share with you the story of how what began as a one and a half minute (at most) drive to my aunt's house around the corner turned into an hour and a half long rescue mission. Off we go... One ni

As promised on Monday, I am proposing a writing challenge for the creative people out there who might be reading my blog. Of course, if there are no creative people reading my blog, this won't be much fun. Nevertheless, I'm going to take the chance and post a unique writing prompt from one of my FAVORITE writing resources, The Pocket Muse. I don't know how Monica Wood comes up with her writing ideas, but I love them because they're so thought-provoking and they really get the creative juices flowing. The other day, I was looking for a writing prompt and stumbled upon one I found to be pretty interesting -just because I'd never thought about anything like it before. So, I'm going to throw it out there and see what y'all come up with. It can be one paragraph or two... even three. Just don't write me a book. If you're that interested, I would suggest that you do just that - write a book! :) You can post your responses in the comments or on your bl

Well, folks... I have finally come to understand, at the ripe old age of twenty, what it means to be "busy." Today began my second official week at my new school and I just finished my first paper of the semester. Yeah. I already have a paper due tomorrow and another one due Thursday. Ahem... Not cool. Anyway, part of my changing schools involved moving into a dorm for the first time -and it has definitely been an experience... In the past week and a half, I have learned several things about myself. I do not require much space to live. Adorable microhome , here I come! Not really. I'm not quite there, yet. Seriously, living in the dorms has forced me to examine my personal space closely. Because there is limited space, I am forced to put things back where they belong because it just won't fit any other way. I can't make coffee. Y'all, I have this cute little 5-cup coffeepot that I am absolutely in love with. It's the perfect size for my desk and it serv

Last night, something happened that made me realize just how blessed I am –in several ways. I moved into my dorm at my dream school Wednesday and so far I like it. I really do, but it’s definitely been an adjustment. Overnight, I went from being an only child to having a roommate (two roommates come Sunday) and several other housemates. I’m having to get used to all the comings and goings, the awkward feeling of knowing that at any given moment while you’re preparing to take a shower someone could walk in on you, and sleeping in a new bed. It’s really NOT that bad, but sometimes I tend to complain. Especially when I start to feel overwhelmed. So, when I got into my boyfriend’s truck last night I was still a little overwhelmed. During the course of our conversation I made the statement, “I’m just tired. Ugh. Having to sleeping on that thing I have to call a bed now is rough.” I didn’t think about what I said when I said it, but my boyfriend’s response hit me hard. In that gentle w

Photo taken from Pinterest "I think I’d like to write a book,” I’ve heard people say from time to time and that particular statement has always seemed to bring out two different reactions within me. I like to credit these reactions to my two inner-writers. *If you are a writer you will most likely immediately know what I’m talking about. If you are not a writer, please understand that I am not schizophrenic. *** Writer #1, the writer who has been attempting to write a book for 6+ year is usually very adamant (and sarcastic). She’s a little bitter about the fact that years and years have never produced a complete book. Her response to our perfectly innocent “I think I’d like to write a book.” goes something like this: Oh do you, now? Isn’t that sweet? You want to step in the nasty little quagmire of the creative world. You want to take all those wonderful little ideas you have and try to put them to paper. You want to sit down with a journal or a laptop

I don't know about you, but I hate funerals. My Great Aunt Marietta loved them and I'm pretty sure she'd go to funerals just for the heck of it. If she bumped into them at Walmart and managed to get a name, she'd show up at their funeral. I never understood it because I pretty much have to be dragged to funerals and wakes. Honestly, I think wakes are weirder that funerals because you have to walk up there and look at the dead person and I find that to be just a tad bit ghoulish. Maybe that's just me. Regardless of how odd it may be, over the years I've had to come up with some way to cope with sad events -and grief in general. Surprise... It's through finding something to laugh about. For a while, this coping mechanism worked pretty well. I'd get dragged to funerals, I'd be polite, respectful, and appropriately solemn (depending on how well I knew the person and/or the family), and I'd be fine. I'd notice the pallbearer's toupee slipp

For those of you who don't know, I am a writer. I hope to one day be a published author, but I should probably finish a book first. Yeah... *Hang my head in shame.* I should get on that. Anyway, part of my being a writer means that I read writing blogs. Many, many writing blogs. Two of my favorites are:   Christ is Write and Go Teen Writers I know I'm twenty. Thankfully let us hang around for a while even if we aren't teenagers.   One of my favorite things about writing blogs is when they host contests and writing challenges. They're always fun to attempt and getting feedback is always helpful. Not to mention the fact that any and all writing practice is beneficial in some way or another. So, when this past Monday BOTH of these blogs hosted writing challenges, I was pretty darn excited. Just for fun, I'm going to post the prompts and my responses here because I would like to start talking more about writing on my blog.   If you're interested, y

Happy New Year, guys! While I was blog-hopping this morning, I found something interesting that I’d like to try, here. From what I gather, it’s pretty much called the “One Word Challenge.” The challenge basically asks you to pick a word that describes what you want to focus on this year. When I read it, the word that immediately came to mind for me was: Sometimes I feel like there’s too much going on in my life. School, church, work, club responsibilities, social demands, my struggling writing life, etc. All those things don’t even include all the inner conflicts that come with the transition from “teenager” to “young adult.” It’s like everything just gets all piled up and, unfortunately, I tend to get tangled up in it all. So tangled up that I feel like can’t move, metaphorically speaking. Of course, I’ve noticed over the years that for every issue in my life, there generally tends to develop an appropriate physical manifestation –and that physical manifestation is usually wh