Song of The Day!

I know it’s kind of late for song of the day, but better late than never right? And I can’t believe I missed the last couple of days when I just started this a COUPLE days ago! Shameful on my part; sorry guys.

Basically though, Lykke Li is one of my favorite artists for sure. She’s so different and strange, and I guess that’s what pulls me into her. This video for “Breaking It Up” is so amazing to me. I hope you guys enjoy it as well.


Orders of Business (Not Really…)

Considering all things, I am in an unreasonably good mood (at the moment anyhow), so I’m going to take all these positive endorphins and put them to use! I have things to say, events to update you guys on, people to talk about! EXTRA EXTRA: READ ALL ABOUT IT! (and I might just make that the title of this post, not too sure yet)

First order of business:

Aliyah got her body cast removed Wednesday morning!! And let me just tell you, I was way beyond excited; obviously right? Everything was supposed to be smooth sailing after this. Was being the key word, because turns out, she needed to get a “cautionary cast” put on the same leg, seeing as it wasn’t exactly the way the doctor was hoping for it to be. Now look, I’m fine with all that! Put as many casts as you need to on my baby to make sure you get it right and that her leg is perfecto! What I’m not to jazzed up about is the fact that the longer she keeps getting casts put on her leg, the longer I’m being kept away from home. Honestly, I’m not really the one to be a crybaby about missing my mommy and daddy, but guess what? I freaking MISS my mommy and daddy!!! And my sisters! Oh my dear old baby sisters (technically they’re not babies, but sheesh, gimme a break, I miss em) who I never thought I would actually say I miss this much! I’m definitely just ready to be home with my family. “There’s no place like home”, I feel you on that one for sure Dorothy. Can I borrow your ruby red slippers, if you don’t mind?

I think it’s simply the fact that I feel so comfortable with my family, and happy. They encourage me when I need it, cheer me up when I’m sad, take my side even when I’m wrong. And here, I just can’t expect people who haven’t known me all my life to pick up on that. I do have Brittany though! My cousin who’s definitely been helping me keep my sanity through all of it, so I am grateful, I am! Just not what I’m used to. Definitely thrown out of my comfort zone and into a different place.

Second order of business:

Who’s ever had a UTI?! Make sure you leave a comment, because I am definitely going to be interested in the responses after I get done talking about this! Point being, I freaking have one myself. Being the rebel I’ve always been though, I did not take the antibiotics the dr prescribed me. Why? Um, they were horse pills number one, and two, they made me feel like a crazy, sick, insane person! Who wants that crap? And besides, did you know that taking antibiotics weakens your immune system? Plus, if you happen to be on the Pill, go ahead and have sex if you want while you take those stupid things, because guess what, you’re gunna have yourself a bouncing baby boy/girl in approximately 40-42 weeks. No, I have not experienced this particular scenario, but I hear about them all the time on 16 and Pregnant. My sweet bouncing baby girl came by the luck of the Irish I suppose. One hook-up and BAM! there I was preggo my eggo! Anyways though, the thing is I didn’t take that stupid poison except, now it’s starting to bother me, the UTI that is. Well guess what, handy dandy google is always there for a friend in need, and helped me it did! I decided that since I am obviously not going to be taking any kind of dr prescribed medicine that I would simply beat this thing the homeopathic way; all natural baby! So here’s what I’m doing

  • 6-8 ounces of pure cranberry and blueberry juice mixed together daily
  • at least a cup of pineapples (and I don’t exactly know what a cup of pineapples is, but I’m guessing) for the vitamin C
  • plenty of water

And that’s about it really. The berries are supposed to relieve pain and cleanse your system, which trust me, it has been “cleansing” my system pretty darn well. The pineapples are simply for the vitamin C, which kills the bacteria in the urinary tract due to the acidity, and the water, well just because water helps everything, and it’ll help flush all the bad stuff out too. I’m going to put some links to the websites I found all this grand information on just in case somebody else out there has a UTI and needs a little bit of help! You never know! And I’m too nice a person to leave an unknown person out there in their misery!

DIY: Treating UTI’s!

Third order of business: I have this idea, so I’m going to tell you guys about it! I’m thinking for every day I could post a song of the day. You know, just a little something to broaden you guys’ horizons, get you up on your feet, or maybe just to sit and think. Just something different for you all to hear every day. Also, I can’t simply influence the whole world if the whole world doesn’t even know that my blog exists. With that being said: I need help! If you are reading this tell somebody to tell somebody that I’m awesome and that they’re missing out on life. Kidding! Seriously though, I’d like for more than just my mom and dad to be the only two people interested in what I have to say!

I’m going to post the song of the day in a post all on it’s own, FYI!



You’re Stupid.

Well, this is not a proper way to start anything off, but at the moment I’m just not really caring. I was going to actually write a nice post about, oh I don’t know, my day or how happy and excited I am that my baby girl now has her body cast off, and I believe I’ll get to that in just a minute, but here in this particular moment I am actually quite pissed off (not a very lady like word, excuse me.)

The reason I seem to have my panties in a bunch is because of a dear old friend of mine. Well, someone who I thought was a friend of mine. How is it that you try to get in contact with someone you’ve known for years and then they just completely and out rightly ignore you? I’m missing a memo here. I must be, because never in my life have I acted this rudely towards someone. It may seem that I’m exaggerating but let me just draw out the picture I’m looking at here:

  • contacted on facebook=post deleted
  • call to wish happy birthday=no reply
  • post on fb to wish happy birthday=”thanks”
  • pictures of us in school together on fb=deleted
  • called again just to be sure she’s ok=no reply

So obviously I can take a freaking hint. And I’m fine with the fact that you may not want me to contact you anymore or the fact that you just don’t ever want to speak to me again, but my issue is simply the fact that you are being a complete and total asshole about the situation at hand. Be a decent human being, grow some balls and open your mouth and express what’s on your mind, because if you couldn’t tell I, too now have plenty on my mind as well.

And now that I’ve said everything that I need to say I am washing my hands with you and calling it a day ma’am! For all the things that we’ve had to go through, and that we’ve done to each other (because neither of us were innocent. We both screwed each other over pretty damn well) I’m not understanding your perspective. Not that it matters to me now anyhow. I’ve accepted the fact that we will just never speak again and I really do hope that’s what makes you happy at the end of the day! Good day, and enjoy your life!





How is it that even when we know better, we still seem to want the exact things that are going to hurt us the most. I, obviously, am very good at this and continue to constantly do it. Not even in just the matters of relationships, but everything. For instance, why do we listen to songs that we know hold so many memories that are just going to bring back pain and hurt that we’ve already gone through. It doesn’t make sense. And maybe that’s just the way we’re built; humans. Trying to comfort ourselves with our old misery just to make sure we don’t forget how it felt. That’s so twisted in it’s own way that I shouldn’t have to explain anything else.

I hate, absolutely hate getting the short end of the stick. Don’t you hate that? Knowing you’re really, honestly trying your hardest, but you’re not gunna get half of what you expect that you should out of it. I’m trying to breathe, pace myself with one inhale and exhale after another. Maybe because I’m scared, or maybe I’m just genuinely upset. Probably both. But I guess I don’t have an actual reason to justify why I’m putting so much into a simple blog other than the fact that I simply need to vent? I suppose.

This ^^^ is actually like the most important lesson I think anyone could learn in life, and it’s not an hour long lecture, just one simple sentence that you could take to heart and in turn save your heart a lot of heart break. The problem with things like that though, is that they’re always easier said than done. Speaking from experience here, because I still deal with my past a great deal to this day, and I can’t say the effects are positive. Point and reason for putting it there, is simply because I need to take heed to the advice myself.


A smart piece of advice that I wish everyone would abide by. Obviously not the case. I don’t think most people realize how much words actually do hurt. (actually I think they do, but I’d like to give everyone the benefit of the doubt and not make the whole world sound like assholes. Just saying.) I’d much rather someone punch me in the face than say something hurtful to me. The pain comes and goes a whole lot quicker. Words sink in and stick with you forever. I hate it, because even though you know the person didn’t mean what he/she said you’re still always going to remember.


I’d be lying if I said everything was okay, and honestly, for the most part everything really is, but not everything. There’s plenty things I’m having to come to a realization on, and quite frankly, I just don’t like facing the truth. I suppose I should be grateful though. I’d rather know all the bad now instead of later on down the road when I’m too emotionally invested and heartbroken to pick myself up and get it together.

Embrace Thy Family: The Eleventh Commandment

My, oh my! I’m telling you guys right now, if you don’t already, cherish your family. You should have the greatest appreciation in the world for them. I know everyone has that moment when they’re like “there’s no possible way in the world that I’m related to these people.”, but trust me, that crazy uncle that gets too drunk at all the holiday functions, or the aunt that acts like she’s one of the kids, that’s what sets you apart from every other family in this world and you should embrace every part of it. It actually kinda makes you cool!

The amazing thing about it is that no family is the same. You obviously already knew that though didn’t you? Just like no two people have the same DNA, no two families are ever going to have the same dynamics. That’s why I can’t seem to understand why people strive to have this “normal” family that in no way exists at all. What exactly is normal? Like, someone go ahead and define that for me. We know that you think your best friend has the most put together family “like, ever!”, but I almost guarantee your best friend wishes for an ounce of ridiculous dysfunction to spice up her boring family’s “put together-ness”.

You’re all probably like “What IS she rambling about?! She knows nothing about my family.”, and of course you’re right! I’d be some weird stalker type person if I did, and quite honestly I don’t even know who all reads my blog which would make that situation a whole lot more creepier. I do know though, that everyone at some point in their life sometimes wishes they had a different family, or are at least positively certain that they were snatched by the wrong family in the hospital, so now they need to go on this amazing odyssey where they’ll find that they were actually born into this amazing/perfect family that they’ve dreamed up in their mind. Right, keep dreaming sweetie. 

The point of all this, is that I just want you guys to embrace all that craziness, weirdness, boring-ness, all that extra “ness” that your family was specifically designed to have, and just LOVE it! Love all of it! I’m 21 years old and I’m just learning to do this. It’s hard when you’re a teenager and you think you know everything and mom and dad are just “absolutely horrid” and they “never ever everrr” understand you. That’s how I felt at least, anyway. But I’ll tell you this, growing up and actually having to be a mature adult, you learn to look at things in the right perspective. Any different perspective beside your own is always a good thing to explore, and when you learn that your’s isn’t always the right one, you enable yourself to grow and become a better person. (I swear if one of you guys take that and make it a quote for facebook or twitter or instagram you better cite that properly and slap my name at the end of it. I know it’s amazing.) When you learn to do that, you’ll understand, and you’ll be able to embrace your family for exactly who they are, not who you want them to be.

My family is simply one of the most amazing gifts that God himself could have chosen to give to me. Yes, we have our issues. Yes, dear lord, they drive me to wits end sometimes, but at the end of the day blood is blood and we share it together and I couldn’t have picked a better group of people myself.



(left to right) Jessica, Aliyah, myself, Jamee, Mom, family friend, Dad