Hello :)

Sorry I haven't been posting the past few days. I've been really busy with school. The semester is whining down which means lots of work! I fear I might now be around too much in the next few weeks. If not because of school, then because of the new addition to my family.

We got a puppy today!

Isn't he cute! His name was Romeo. We picked him up at the Human Society today. I saw him on facebook and I just couldn't let him stay there another night! I asked my mom and she said yes! My sister and I went to check him out. He was the cutest little guy. We are going to rename him, but we don't know what yet. 

I just thought I would share with you! Hope you are all doing well. Have a good weekend!

Weight doesn't equal beauty

My mom does this thing when we go out sometimes. She looks at some one who is overweight and she goes, "She has suck a pretty face, she would be beautiful if she lost weight." At first, I honestly didn't care, but she keeps doing it and it upsets me.

I'm overweight. Does she go and tell her friends, "My daughter has such a pretty face, she would be beautiful if she lost weight."

I mean, who even cares? They aren't thinner, so get over. Who are you to judge someone else on their weight? So they have a few extra pounds. Get over it. What if they just had a baby? What if they have a medical problem? Leave them alone and worry about your own weight. This doesn't just go for her, but for everyone. Just mind your own business and stop judging people by how many extra pounds they are carrying around.

Looking out

Spring Cleaning

Forgive me if I'm not that exciting post wise today. (Not that I am any other day) But, I'm spring cleaning. Today is my bedroom. It really needs it. I'm cleaning out my closet, drawers, desk, everything! It all needs cleaned! This is my bedroom right now...

I can't even walk anywhere but to my door and to my computer. The first to pee. The second for music. Gotta have your priorities straight man. Guess I'll finish this up before working on some homework tonight. 

Did you spring clean yet? Are you going to?

Let me know how it's going! Better yet, send me pictures of your spring cleaning! 

You can send them here: mlboing911@gmail.com

Have a good day and weekend!

Pasty White No More!

It's March and I already have a summer tan. One part of me is thinking, that's completely ridiculous, while the other part is going YES! 

I usually am the white, pasty girl who walks around all year without a tan. If I do have a tan, its usually because my sunburn is finally going away. I'm not one to sit in the sun and soak it up, but this week has been glorious and I can't seem to get enough of the beautiful sunshine! 

Maybe it's because the weird bizarre season we called winter this year is gone. Maybe it's because I'm vitamin D deficient and my body is craving the light. Or perhaps, I just want to not be a pasty white girl in the middle of the summer. I don't know, but after a few days of sitting in the sun for an hour or two, I have a great tan. I could definitely go a little darker, but I'm not pasty white for the first time in...well ever.

Here are a few pictures of the lovely sky and trees that I could see while sitting out today. These were taken once the clouds rolled in. My sun was hidden for a little while.

And of course, I can't forget my ever present tanning partners. Brandy was keeping an eye on the back yard, and Gunner was watching the front. Always acting like watch dogs when really they are just cuddly babies.

I see beauty everywhere

Thursday Night Blues

Today I got exciting news at school. It's about something kind of awesome, but I will let you know about it once I know more about it. I just have an email so far. But, I posted about it on facebook, and all these people commented on it. They were like "Oh my god! Congratulations!" and "I'm so proud of you!" which is awesome. Right?

Well, yea it is. It was great to see all the love, but some of the people I haven't talked to in a while. The rest I would have told eventually ya know.

But, tonight is the premiere of The Hunger Games. I read the book when it first came out, so I've been a fan for years now. I really wanted to go see the movie. I had planned to go to the midnight premiere. I've been waiting for months for it to come to theaters. I've been so excited.

Tonight is the midnight premiere. I'm not going. Why? Because I really don't want to sit in the theater alone, by myself, to see a movie, at midnight. So, I didn't go. 

But, I just found out a bunch of my friends are going. They are all away at school so obviously I couldn't go with them, but it still sucks. Tonight, even after all that love from friends and family commenting on posts, I feel absolutely alone. I feel like I have no one. At all.

I mean, I have a friend here at school. Her name is Tiffany, and she is insanely awesome. But, she lives almost an hour away, so it's not like we can just hang out. Plus, she is graduating this semester. I'm really proud of her and excited for her, but at the same time I'm really sad because I'm going to miss her. I have four classes with her this semester, and now I won't have any, ever again. It sucks. 

I feel alone. Isolated. 

Tanning Partners and Tea

It's so nice out today. It's 74 degrees. It's sunny. It's not too hot. It's just perfect.

The perfect day. So perfect in fact, that I'm skipping Spanish to tan. Actually, that's what I was originally doing. Now, I'm skipping Spanish to write a paper. Opps. :)

It's the perfect day though. The birds are chirping. The flowers are blooming. The bees are buzzing. My dogs are barking... Okay well, that's not so perfect, but when they aren't barking they are pretty darn cute.

I put some water out with tea bags to make some sun tea. It's already ready. I'm excited to have some in a bit!

I was laying out on the porch trying to get some Vitamin D in me, since I'm deficient when my dogs came up on the porch. Gunner sat down over on his bed, but Brandy just plopped her butt down on my face. She was literally on my face. Her tail wagging in my eye. I had to move my head for her. What a pushy dog!

 

Mystery Bruises

You see that kinda dark spot in the middle of my forehead? That spot that kinda looks like a shadow or a bit of dirt? 

Yea? Well it's not. It's a bruise. I thought it was dirt too and I went and rubbed it. Then pain shot up my forehead. It's a faint bruise. It hurts. I don't know how I got it. I mean seriously, who gets a bruise smack dab in the middle of their forehead and not know how it happened? What the crap? 

Do you guys get mystery bruises? I get them ALL the time. What was your weirdest one?

Well do you?

Last November, my parents and I drove out to Ohio for a wedding. My mom, her cousin Mary, and I were standing around at the reception talking. We were just standing there talking. All of a sudden, Mary grabbed my face. Her fingers wrapped around the bottom of my jaw and she just stared at me.

She looked back at my mom and said, "She has the prettiest face."

I just looked at her. "Uh, thanks?" I said.

Mary got called over to talk to someone, so she walked away. I looked at my mom. "That was weird," I said.

My mom looked at me. "Why?"

I shrugged.

"Don't you think you're pretty?" She asked me.

I shrugged and walked away. I went and sat at the table. I pulled out my phone and started thinking about it. Do I think I'm pretty? Truthfully?

Well, no. I really don't. I've always been overweight. I've always been the outsider. I've always been made fun of a bit. I just...no I don't think I'm pretty.

Fun!

Great band. Great music. Need I say more?

Spring Flowers

Scarred for Life

My dad went through our home video cupboard today searching for his videos from work. Most of them are of the bridges he blew up. Yes, they are as cool as you think. During his search, he must have grabbed one that was mislabeled because the video he put in WAS NOT a bridge.

He popped in the video and I was sitting on the couch researching Transcendentalism for a paper, when suddenly the screen of the TV was all black and white. In the middle of the screen, there was movement in the white fuzziness. I looked at the screen immediately recognizing an ultrasound.

 My dad smiled at the screen. He turned to me saying, "That's Sissy."

I looked from him to the screen realizing the picture was of my sister moving in my mother's womb. My eyes widened. "Why am I looking at my half developed sister in my mother's pregnant womb?" I asked.

He shrugged, and looked back at the ultrasound. He pointed to the date, "Aug 87, yep, that's Lizzy."

I went to Facebook and wrote on my sisters wall. "Um...dad just put your ultrasound video into the VCR...I just had to see you when you were half developed in Mom's womb...I'm scarred for life."

Music always helps

It's been a stressful month. Other than spring break, school has been getting busier and busier. Truth is, school hasn't been half as bad as my family. My grandfather and stepgrandmother have been in and out of the hospital for the last few weeks. Thursday, my grandfather broke his back and he's back in, again. Yesterday, my stepgrandmother was taken to the hospital and we still don't know what's all wrong with her.

Anyway, it's just been crazy and my mom is the one who is taking care of everything. It's ridiculous. 

But, when times get tough, music always helps me get through. So, here is a good song by the ever awesome Charlene Kaye. Give it a listen.

Why get pissed over it?

I probably shouldn't post about this, but I really need to say something about it. Also, I would love your opinions about it, because I want to see if I'm alone here.

I think a lot of people get upset over stupid things. I say this because I hate being politically correct. I say Merry Christmas, because Christmas is what I celebrate. My friend, who is Jewish, tells me Happy Hanukkah because that is what she celebrates. I don't get offended. It's what she believes. I don't care if someone tells me Happy Holidays, it doesn't bother me. I refuse to say it though. I celebrate Christmas with Christmas Trees and Christmas Presents. I say Merry Christmas because it's what I believe. People shouldn't get offended. If they don't believe in God or Jesus or religion, that's fine. Just say, Happy Holiday's back or say nothing. 

Now, I bring this up, because currently people seem to be mad at me for depicting relationships the way they are. My grandmother passed away when my mother was very young. My grandfather then remarried and that women became my mother's stepmother. They had three daughters together. That makes them her halfsisters. Correct? That means I have a stepgrandmother and three half Aunts. Right?

First let me say, that my mother has NEVER EVER called them her halfsisters. They are her sisters. That's it. Sisters. When my mom is asked if she has any siblings, she says, "Yes, I have one brother and three sisters." No half sisters, not whole sisters, not stepsisters. JUST sisters.

Not that I refer to them as halfaunts. In fact, I think the only time I've ever referred to them as that was once or twice when I was trying to describe my family to my friends. Adding the simple prefix of step or half makes it much easier to understand. But for the most part, I call them my aunts because for all intents and purposes, that's what they are. They have some of the same genes as me, so therefore they are my aunts. The are just as much my aunts as my dad's sisters. THEY ARE MY AUNTS. I've always loved them as my aunts, whether half or whole or step. They are my family. Right? 

I do refer to my stepgrandmother as my stepgrandmother though. Why? Well, because that's what she is. I am not related to her in any way, so there for she is my step. Maybe it's because I have always wanted to meet my biological grandmother, but I don't think that's completely it. I think it's more because I don't have ANY relationship with my stepgrandmother. She's just the wife of my grandfather. She's never tried to become a part of my life, and I've never really pushed the issue. I got used to not having grandparents. It's not a big deal. I just don't feel I should call her my grandmother, because she's not. My grandmother is dead, and I never got to develop a relationship with her.

Here's my thing, I would probably still refer to my stepgrandmother as my stepgrandmother even if we had the best relationship in the world. Why? Because I don't understand why the prefix of step or half is insulting. Maybe I'm just too young to understand. Maybe I'm just not easily offended. I just don't get why calling someone my half or step something is a big deal. Who cares? At least I'm claiming you as something. I could walk away and say, "I'm sorry, I don't know that person. Never met him/her in my life."

I think calling someone fat, ugly, stupid, or a number of other things is worse then simply saying, "Oh this is my step____." Who gives a shit? If I married someone with kids someday, I would expect to be called a stepmother, because I wouldn't be their mother. 

I don't know. I just don't get why people feel those things are insulting. 

What do you think? Would you be upset? Insulted? Pissed?

Let me know. Please.

Bottling Wine

My dad makes his own wine. I don't exactly remember when he started doing this, but it has to have been at least seven years. I think. I don't know, but I know the wine he bottled today was three years old. The big glass bottles have been sitting down in the basement for three years, and my mom has been bitching about it. Every time we were down stairs together, she would say, "I wish he would bottle that goddamn wine!"

But, he let it sit for three years. I woke up and he was pouring the wine in bottles. I bet my mom was ecstatic, though she wasn't admitting it. The thing with alcohol is that the longer you let it age, the better it is. So, the three years definitely payed off, I guess. My dad tasted it and said it was delicious. My mom and Angie liked it too. I'm only 20, so I didn't taste it, though I'm sure one sip wouldn't have killed me. But, I have six more months until I turn twenty-one, so I'm being good.

Today he bottled some kind of white wine (I don't know what it was and I'm too lazy to get up and ask. When I know, I'll fix this :)) and Zinfandel Blush (the red wine). Six months from now, I'll let you know what I think about them.

We have a lot of bottles of wine in the basement now though. Which is fine. It goes pretty fast because we give it to everyone for Christmas, anniversaries, and birthdays. Maybe I'll give my fellow blogger, Kayla over at Sip Worthy a bottle.

Queen of the Woods! (and Ticks)

Our first dog, Shiner was Queen of the Woods. She was always in the woods. Sniffing, running, digging, pooping. She was always doing something. She also had a lot of ticks on her over the years. Of course we always give our dogs tick and heart-worm medicine, but it doesn't seem to help to keep ticks off of them when they are in the woods all the time.

Now that Shiner has passed away, Brandy has taken over her job. Everyday she seems more and more like Shiner. Not the sick Shiner that we have known the last few years, but the healthy, digging, dirt covered dog that we fell in love with. She sits on the back of the couch watching over her woods. She loves belly rubs like Shiner did. She poops in the woods. She digs. She runs around the house like a psycho women. She's so much like her, it's scary. We are waiting for her to kill her first ground hog.

Anyway, this morning my sister came over. She was sitting in the chair petting Brandy. It was a very relaxing morning, when all of a sudden my sister screams, "Ew! She has a tick on her!"

I just looked over at her. So take it off, I thought.

"Go get dad!"

I got up and went down stairs to get dad. Of course, he was on the phone with an old friend. I told him and my mom and left. I came up and told my sister that he was coming, and I knew he would eventually. So, my sister sat in the chair with her hands on poor Brandy's face freaking out over this small bug.

I sat laughing at her. Eventually, Dad got off the phone and came up. He looked at my sister. He said, "I gotta poop."

He walked back into his room and my sister scowled. "Can't you take a poop later? There are more important things than pooping!" She shouted after him.

"Not to his colon and bowls," I said starring at my computer.

"Get it off," she said to me.

"No," I said without looking up. "You found it you do it."

My dad did take the tick off, so no worries. But, not until after his poop. Priorities man, priorities. 

If don't know what ticks are, my fellow blogger Justin over at A Conscious Omnivore just posted about them today. What a coincidence. You can find the post here!

Sunbathing

The sun shines through the window. The light spreads across the floor in stripes making the floor. Shadows become defined in the stripes as the furniture and dog toys have light shined on them. The light hurts my eyes as I just wake up. It's bright where it was once dark.

I walk out to the living room to see even more light spreading through the windows lining the wall. I walk to the kitchen but before I get there I see two dogs lying on the floor. Their shapes are defined in the sunlight as a shadow falls across the floor behind them. The sunlight makes their faces bright and they are hard to look at. It's almost as if the sun has given them a bright glow. Almost as if they are angels, sunbathing angels.

Born in the Wrong Time

When I was little, I loved tie dye shirts and smiley faces. I thought bell bottoms were cool. I liked braids and words like "groovy" and "cool." My mom always told me I was born in the wrong time.

After a while, I had far too many tie dye shirts and way too many smiley faces in my room. I started growing out of them and moved into the current time period. As I get older though, I'm starting to enjoy antiques. My mom's best friend lost her mother last spring. She's been cleaning out her house for the a while now. Last time I was over, she gave me this little record player, and a crap load of records. 

She also gave me this old typewriter. I was so excited. My mom asked, "What the hell are you going to do with a typewriter?"

"Mom," I said staring at her, "I love typewriters. I want to be a writer."

She just stared at me, shrugged, and then walked away. Currently, it's boxed up in the basement because my mom won't let me keep it in my room. That's okay though. Someday, I'm going to have an office in my own house and it's going to be full of old typewriters, record players, cameras, and radios. I love antiques.

I don't know why I love these things, but I do. They fascinate me because they remind me of a different time. A time before the internet, iPhones, and all the new technology that I grew up with. I these things. Maybe because I had them in a past life. Maybe they are just pretty cool. Maybe I just like old things. I don't know, but I hope I have a huge collection of them someday.

Writing Classes and Broken Backs

I was in Spanish Class today when my phone started vibrating. I looked at my phone and my sister was calling me. I sighed and clicked the button to ignore the call. I couldn't talk to her in class. I sent her a quick text, "In class." She responded, "One of my coworker's is selling books, what authors do you like?" In any other circumstance, I would have called her back immediately and gave her my whole list. I love books. I'm nerdy like that. But, it just so happens, I had a test to take in a few minutes. "Got a test. Txt you later," I sent her before putting my phone away.

Once I got out of class, I texted her back. She said she was sorry. She didn't know I had a test. I laughed, neither did I. 

Two hours later, I was in my writing class. The computer room had been hot and sticky, so my teacher let us go outside to have class. We were sitting in the pavilion talking about a student's piece when my phone vibrated again. I looked at the phone. My sister had texted me. I rolled my eyes thinking you have really shitty timing. A few moments later, my phone vibrated again. I looked at the text from my mom. "Pa has broken back going to Frick," it said. What!  

Pa, meant Pap. My mom isn't a very good texter. The problem remains that my grandfather was in the hospital with a broken spine and I was sitting outside enjoying the weather with a bunch of fellow writers talking about commas and voice. 

I couldn't just leave class though, so I sat through class waiting for it to end. Luckily it ended early. I called my mom, she didn't pick up. Called my sister, she didn't know anything. My dad finally got home, and he said my pap broke a vertebrae. I shook my head. It's never a dull moment in this Boring household. Anyway, I'm off to see him at the hospital in about an hour.

STAY SAFE!

Bridges to Flowers

My dad builds bridges. He used to take me to the building sites to see what he does. When I was six, we flew all the way to Lisbon, Portugal so I could see the bridge he was building. I wanted to be an engineer just like him. I wanted to build bridges so that he would be proud of me. I wanted to travel the world creating these huge structures that crossed miles of water. I was obsessed with bridges for a long time.

25 de Abril Bridge my dad worked on in Portugal. I got to stand on it before it was fully built. It was amazing.

As I got older, I came to realize I didn’t want to be an engineer. I still think his job is awesome, but it’s not for me. The last two years, I’ve started to like gardening. I don’t know if my female genes have finally started to kick in or if it’s something I can talk to my mom about, but I love flowers now. Now that spring is finally here, I find myself itching to go outside and plant flowers. I want to go to the greenhouse with my mom and begin picking out lilies and primrose flowers to plant in the gardens. I’m ready to put my hands in wet soil and feel it getting caked under my nails.  I want my yard to be filled with colors and sweet scents. I want to stand on my porch and see the bees, butterflies, and hummingbirds in my backyard. I'm ready to garden.

Workshopping

Yesterday in my blogging class, my fellow bloggers looked at my blog I made for class. They actually liked it and I was genuinely surprised. I didn't think it was that great. One of the students in my class said my writing sounds like "cool geek." It made my day. Don't believe me...look

I've always prided myself on my geekiness and nerdiness but being called "cool," now that's awesome.

Too Stressed

I have so much work to do for school. I'm about to crack. I've been thinking about everything that I need to do all day, and it's just stressing me out more. I'm trying to keep myself calm but it's not working.

I have a night class on Wednesdays. Actually, I'm in it now. Opps. Well, the class is about blogging and I am blogging, right?

Anyway, a friend from class came in tonight and told me I have a test in my Spanish class tomorrow. I was not excited to hear this. I was planning on skipping Spanish tomorrow to get my flat tire fixed but I guess that isn't happening.

Oh well, I hope everyone elses weeks are going better.

Listening to: My fellow classmates type

Too Early for This

It's 5:45 in the morning.
I'm awake.
I'm sitting at my computer.
I can hear my mom bitching about work.
She hasn't even been to work yet.
Way to start out the day, Mom.
I want to go back to sleep.
Maybe I will.
Have a good day friends :)

“We spend our whole lives worrying about the future, planning for the future, trying to predict the future as if figuring it out will cushion the blow. But the future is always changing. The future is the home of our deepest fears and wildest hopes. But one thing is certain when it finally reveals itself. The future is never the way we imagined it.” 


-Meredith Grey, Grey's Anatomy 

Spring is...

Today it was absolutely beautiful out. It was 70 degrees. Sunny. It was the perfect spring day.

To me, spring is...

Beautiful skies of blue with big fluffy clouds

New flowers blooming 

Spending time with my dogs outside and sitting on the porch enjoying the weather

Watching my dogs run through the yard after a long (weird) winter.

What is spring to you?

Currently obsessed with...

This song!

I just found this bad recently though Young the Giant and Fun. I love this song. 

Brandy Wine

My dog Brandy does this thing when she goes to lay down where she crawls under a blanket then turns around three times. After she turns three times, the blanket is basically wrapped around her pretty good. 

Currently, she is wrapped up sleeping in my bed.

Anyway, last night, I went to bed early. I'm trying to be a better student and get on a normal sleeping habit. Having said that, I have class in a half hour and I have no intentions of going. :) Opps.

So, I had this blue blanket on the edge of my bed and I was sleeping on the other side of my bed on the pillows. Brandy goes to get under the blanket and I woke up because she was walking all over me. She walks over the the blanket and starts nudging it with her nose to go under it. She finally makes it under then starts her circles. She circles once. Circles twice. She starts her third circle then suddenly looses her balance. Her paw slips and she tumbles off the bed. I lean over the edge of the bed and she's just sitting there inside the blankets. I picked her up with the blankets and she looked at me like "What the hell just happened?"

It was pretty funny. She falls off of things a lot. But, she's okay. No worries.

Listening to: Don't Say Oh Well by Grouplove

Good Morning!

I'm up again early today! Crazy! But, at least it wasn't 3 am again. I didn't wake up til quarter til 5. Anyway, I went to my doctor again yesterday and he put me on a new diet. Starting it today! Pretty excited because I'm allowed cheese and eggs again

Awesome feelings

Have you ever had that feeling that everything is going good?

Or

Have you ever done something and had the best feeling?

Well for the last three years, I've had severe back pain off and on because I have three herniated discs. Well, last fall they started acting up again. I had really bad pain across my back and down my legs. It was right in time for my sisters wedding too. Well, I took pain pills to get through the wedding and ending up breaking my ankle. This is why my family calls me Grace.

Anyway, I've been seeing this new doctor for a few months now, and he is trying to straighten up my system. I haven't had pain in months. 

I was just cleaning out my stash of vitamins and medicine that I have to take. Well, I found the pain pills and relaxers and put them in the medicine cabinet. I felt so great putting those pills away. It feels like things are working out right now and I'm really excited to see where this path takes me.

No more pain. No more pills. No more holding back on life.

Listening to: Dress and Tie by Charlene Kaye

I miss the days...

Come to think of it...

I miss the days when I was kid or even in high school and I could fall asleep just by willing it so. 

Those were the days...

Here have a picture of my dog sleeping since I'm not...

Listening to: Colours by Grouplove

Bedhead

For the past two months, I've had the weirdest sleeping schedule. I've gone to bed at 3 or 4 in the morning and I wake up around 11. Sometimes, I'm even up late enough to see my parents wake up. Oops!

Anyway, I have a class at 10 am so I've missed it for a while. He doesn't take attendance so it's not a big deal, right? Wrong. It's a religion class and I really need to start going. I don't know enough to pass the final. I've done the reading, but I honestly don't think it's going to be enough.

So now that spring break has passed, I'm trying to get on a normal sleep schedule so I can wake up in time for class. I went to bed at 10:30 last night. I was so proud of myself.

That's great right? Yay she actually went to bed! Good for her?

Well it is great. The only problem is it's 3:30 am and I'm awake. I can't fall back asleep either.

Oh well, I'm up now. Guess I'll do some homework.

Here have a picture of my beautiful hair at 3:30 in the morning.



Listening to: My Body by Young the Giant

Another good one

Young the Giant

Today I found out that Young the Giant is coming to a college near me. I'm so excited. I love this band. My good friend goes to the college they are coming to, and she had already bought her ticket. I asked my mom if I could go up, and she said yes. I danced around my room from my excitement.

If you don't know who Young the Giant is...check them out!
They are awesome!

True to it's name

My life has been true to this blog's name because it definitely hasn't been boring around this family.

My pap and stepgrandmother are both having heath problems. So we've been busy trying to deal with everything.

I'll be back soon though! Until then, I hope everyone is well.