Starting Something New-ish

So its been a while folks and lots of new things have happened.

First, Joey and I got into AMC’s The Walking Dead.  We fell and we fell hard.  In fact it was like we had both taken a flying leap off the edge of a cliff and into the world of zombies and screwed up morals.   As die-hard Daryl Dixon fans and lovers of all things in the Ricktorship, we both can talk for hours about why Carol killed Lizzie or how amazing Carl is.

Second, I stopped eating added sugars.  This includes cakes, cookies, ice cream, frozen food, fast food, less-starches and carbs.  The aim was to eat more whole foods like fruits and veggies.  Joey joined in this past weekend, limiting her food choices yet again (she’s a vegetarian for any who didn’t know).    Suddenly I had to get creative with what I put into my mouth.  Leftovers became my best friend and I was ecstatic to realize my portions sizes dropped along with my intake of the crap most Americans eat.  I had more energy, was warmer, happier and  way more adventurous when it came to trying new foods.   Today we baked sugar-free muffins and they actually turned out pretty good!  Here’s the recipe if any of you would like to try to make them yourself.

our sugar free muffins

our sugar free muffins

Thirdly, I was invited to join a childhood friend in the Dominican Republic this upcoming summer.   She called me up one day and once my parents had agreed to send their eldest child overseas for a little over a week, I signed up for what would be one of the most exciting adventured of my life. The excursion includes zip-lining, climbing a mountain, beach time, helping locals with water and housing and just generally having the time of our lives.

Lastly, I take over my school paper in two weeks as editor.  I am terrified out of my mind and excited to unlock the mysteries of running my own newspaper.  I finished the templates and designs for my paper last week but am scared to actually print it.  Wish me luck, I guess!

From the world of the not-so-ordinary,



Embarrassingly Old Journal Entry

I found an old journal entry that was quite embarrassing and the first thing I wanted to do was put it in a post so here it is!

  • all the names have been changed!


Finals! I’m so scared! I did okay last tri so I’m hoping that still will ring true. I took my driver’s ed final.  98%!  I missed one out of fifty!  Got the highest score in class.  I met a new friend!  Her name is Kimee and she’s a sweetheart.  I am also trying to reconnect with Karla.  I went to Warm Bodies (it was amazing, btw) with her and Joey last night and she was nice to hang out with.  She let go and was herself.  ANDREW SAID I WAS CUTE! And to Breanna, even!  Burn!  Then he wanted me to say I liked him (Breanna said she would give him up for me if I liked him) so she would leave him alone….(It is quite a dot, dot, dot moment.)  Andrew and I might hang out this weekend.  I’m trying to not let myself get too excited about it because what if it doesn’t happen.  Whatever.  I told him to get my number from Breanna.  If he does than that is going to be a very big burn!  haha.  I know its not very nice but…  Andrew kept walking by the drama hall today.  It just so happens that he looked like he was looking for someone and that is where I was hanging out.  He SURE wasn’t looking for Breanna.  I am trying to not get too excited about all of this in case nothing happens.  *sigh*

Nothing happened with Andrew.  I hadn’t even remembered who the poor boy was and ended up laughing hysterically when I reread it for the first time.  I was the epitome of a typical pre-teen girl.  I over analyzed just about everything!  To think these were my struggles two years ago.  Did you notice how many exclamation points I used?  It was a tad overdone.   Yikes!

From the world of the not-so-ordinary,


My Town

   I’ve been thinking about where I live lately and have written a bit about the place I am so reluctant to love.
   So here goes:


   My town is a railroad town.  Established in 1889, at the height of the westward expansion, it is divided in half by one straight track.
   Nowadays the citizens don’t really pay attention to this once booming industry.   We now easily cross the tracks and nobody travels into tbe city by train.   But at one point around 75% of all jobs were connected to the railroad.   We were the gateway to the west and a stopping place for optimistic gold diggers.   And while we may be oblivious, a dominant peice of our town’s history still influences our day to day life.  
   For example, high school students on the south side of town are sometimes delayed in arriving at school because of a hundred car train powering in from Utah or California.  There are countless of banks and credit unions were started by the railroad and most of the senior citizens are living off their retirement from the road.   Countless neighborhoods set up by this founding industry have archetecture from its glory days.  Simple cream houses in row upon row, exsactly the same.  The buildings on Main Street are centered around the depot and its once incoming passangers.  The old Hotel Yellowstone sign still stands proud atop one if the oldest buildings. 
   And midday, if you listen closely, you can hear the noon train powering through town and switching tracks. 
   So although I’ve never been a huge fan of my town, its my town.
   “I was from a small town where nobody really expected you to leave…that doesn’t happen.”    -Taylor Swift

Watching Football


When was that last time you watched a football game?  Since the Superbowl is drawing near and we are well into the season, the last game was probably last weekend.

My dad has a love affair with the Cowboys.  He just keeps coming back for more no matter how hard they kicked his heart last time. 

My knowledge of the game is limited.  I get made fun of when I cheer for the wrong team or ask what just happened. I get ridiculed when I yell home run when Aaron Rodgers threw a touchdown.  My mom just laughed when I asked if they got the rebound.  Yet I still love sitting in a bar with complete strangers rooting for a team that won’t change the world or feed hungry children.  The spirit of football is energizing and infectious.  Hearts rize, fall and break in a single moment because some player touched the ball before someone else. 

We were in Seattle for Christmas one year and attended the Seahawks vs. 49ers games on Christmas Eve.  We decided to be 49ers fans since the stadium was awash with blue.    My red jersey with Smith written on the back irked the guy behind me who was well into his cups by the end of the 1st quarter.  Soon we were tossing insults and peanut shells back and forth.  Me and Mr. Drunk Guy bonded over the mutual hate as did hundreds of others in the stadium. 

Sports bring people together.  They make people relax and forget about the more serious things of life.  Strangers talk and hug and pray in unison. 

So no matter how little I know or how many times I get corrected I will continue to love the game.

From the world of the not so ordinary,


Finding Your Writing Spot

   I am writing this from the second floor of the local public library after having scoured the shelves downstairs for books.  I retreated to this quieter area in the hopes of finding some inspiration for my next post.  And I did.  Seated behind the magazine racks at a long wooden table, I realize I’ve been here before.  I’ve sat in this very same seat for hours of homework, solitude and writing.  It wasn’t intentional, this constant returning, yet I believe my mind feels at home here, which is rare these days.
    There are many fantastical writing spots I dream of.  A tree house, in the middle of a dewy forest, filled with large comfortable pillows.  A drafty castle on the moors somewhere in northern Ireland.   A window seat in a tiny seaport cottage in Maine or Massachusetts.  An aluminum desk set in a crowded cubicle in the middle of a busy newspaper office, papers and a large monitored computer with the good sounding keyboard making it impossible to see the surface of said aluminum desk.
   But I have never written in any of those places. 
   The weird thing about your writing spot (or spots) is that you don’t choose them, they choose you.  Remember the whole “The wand chooses the wizard, Harry”?   It’s kinda like that.
    A Few Places My Writing Flows:
1. At the table behind the magazines on the second floor of the library.
2. At my standerd issue desk at the back of my English class when I really need to pay attention.
3. During US History when I’m almost asleep and my pencil is broken.
4. At 2:00 am when I need to hit the gym really early in the morning.
5. Halfway through my cheese and salami sandwich two minutes before the bell rings. 

   My inspiration  strikes at the most inconvinient of times and much writing is lost th at way.  But I’m okay with that because there are days like today, behind the magazines on the second floor of the library, where I do capture a few words and pin them down.