Archive | November, 2014

5 Day Black & White Challenge: Day 4

26 Nov

Black white day 4

High School Girls: A Story

24 Nov


That picture? Took it myself. No idea what year in high school (this story is not about any of those girls, just in case you were wondering!).

It’s been a fair amount of time since I’ve been in high school, but for whatever reason this morning on my way to work, my mind was suddenly drawn to my high school experience.

First, I’ll say that I don’t give two craps about what people ultimately think of me. I’m strong like that, and that has been an intrinsic characteristic of me since before high school.  Someone without this characteristic might have felt bullied, or might have given in, but not me.

Definitely not me.

Before I tell you my story (that has probably been long forgotten by these girls), let me give you some background about who I was in high school.

First, I’m extremely uncoordinated, introverted, but very outspoken and strong-willed. That’s what I’ve been dealt, and so I didn’t play sports in high school, but I was in everything else. I managed boys basketball, football, and track. I was in Student Council and held positions (including Pres) for all 4 years. I was class pres, yearbook editor, in FBLA, did philanthropy work, and took college classes. This isn’t even the whole shebang…but really, the point is not the things I did, the point is that I was in everything and was nice to everyone and somehow, these girls still hated me. My thoughts? You respect me, and I’ll respect you. But never, ever think I will fear you, and don’t ever think that I should want you to like me. Honestly, like I said, couldn’t give two craps.

So, let me tell you a story.

A long, long time ago I was boys basketball manager. I was with the team for 4 years, and was with many of the same guys (small school) in football the season before, and track the season after. I traveled with them every weekend, did stats, made sure they were hydrated and had gum, fixes [minor] injuries, and made sure they had everything they needed. While I wasn’t close friends with any of the major jocks, I was much better friends with any of them than I was with the girls basketball team.

The problem? The teams often traveled together.

For whatever reason, the girls thought it was their right to sit as close to the guys as possible. You see…the bus was “segregated” so that boys would sit in the back one week, and girls would sit in the front. Then it would alternate. I always sat in middle-front or front of the boys team. Why, you ask? Because I was on that team. I wasn’t friends with any of the girls, and it didn’t make sense for me to sit at the front of the bus just because I was manager.

Me and those girls…well…we didn’t see eye to eye.

Not sure why they needed so desperately to sit next to the boys. High school girls, I suppose. Blow jobs in the back of the bus, anyone?

One very memorable trip, I sat where I always sat. One girl, who was in a group of girls who generally just hated me, told me that I needed to sit at the front of the bus, because managers sat in the front. She wanted my seat.

As I’ve told you, I’m not one to just give up. So I told her no.

That didn’t make anything better, of course, but that is just what I expected. She continued making a fuss about it, but I held to my guns because I was sitting at the front – of my team. Like I said…it is the principle of the manner. I see no reason why she needed the seat more than I did.

Generally, this is how high school girls treated me. This is probably the reason why I still hate women’s basketball. And the same reason why I still have bottled up feelings about volleyball spandex.

The great thing about it all…she didn’t get her way.

What was your high school experience like? Ever have similar interactions with your peers? 

5 Day Black & White Challenge: Day 3

24 Nov

Black white day 3

A free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wing
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.

The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn bright lawn
and he names the sky his own

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.
~Maya Angelou

5 Day Black & White Challenge: Day 2

23 Nov

black white day 2

I Am A Mother Of Two Children And I Cannot (And Will Not) Support Feminism

22 Nov

While I think that we should be empowering women, I also think we should be empowering men. Disclaimer: I have not source-checked this.

5 Day Black & White Challenge: Day 1

22 Nov

A good friend of mine challenged me to post a black and white picture, each day, for 5 days.

Challenge accepted.

Black white day 1

The Selfie Game

21 Nov

Come one, come all!

With the rise of social media, comes the rise in attention to the selfie. Selfies have existed probably as long as the camera, but without a way to post them for the world to see, they went undetected for years.

Take a look at this famous selfie from 1991 by Thelma and Louise.

I did some research via UrbanDictionary to figure out just what constitutes a “selfie”, but the only thing that seems to be true of all selfies is that, of course, you take them yourself. So lets play a little game….I’m going to post some pictures of yours truly, and I want YOU to tell me if they are a selfie or not!

Here we go.

Round 1: Pictures of just me

Rules: Tell me if each picture IS a selfie, or is NOT a selfie.











Bonus: My blog picture, to the right

Round 2: Pictures of me, with someone

Rules: For each picture, tell me if you think the picture IS a selfie (taken by me) or is NOT a selfie (not taken by me). If you think someone else in the picture took the photo, tell me who.













Bonus Round: Pictures of others

Rules: Tell me if you think the picture IS a selfie (taken by someone in the picture) or NOT a selfie (taken by someone NOT in the picture)







Winner gets a prize! A secret prize. Answers to follow (probably next week).

Friendship Is…

21 Nov

Having a friend, who is 1300 miles away, and whom you haven’t talked to in 2 months, randomly message you and say

“pssssst, I just want to say hi and that you are such a wonderful, true friend. I miss you”


That is when you know you are loved.


The New Face

20 Nov



Welcome to the most recent face-lift of my blog!

Whether or not you are aware, I’ve been on a nautical kick, albeit slightly different type of nautical (think deep-sea vs seashore). I’ve had the same tagline for my blog since I was 15, and while the backgrounds and colors and things like that have changed, I thought it was time for a little update.

WordPress doesn’t allow a lot of customization for its free sites, but I’ve made due.

Feedback on the new design is always welcome, and I think this is a good time to say a big thank you to all of you.

To my followers who comment, and those who don’t, the friends who read me faithfully, and the lurkers who I’ll likely never know – thanks for reading! I appreciate each and every one of you!



A Brutally Honest Discussion about Butts

14 Nov

I couldn’t have chosen a better time to post this, now that Kim Kardashian has decided to “break the internet” with her butt. I vowed I wouldn’t look at the picture, but not paying attention to the size of her butt, I decided to see if the picture was relevant to this post.


I have lived with a big butt my entire life, surrounded by folks with normal sized to small butts. I look at girls who are like “I have a big butt! Look at it!” and all I can think of is that????? because these are NOT big butts:

Don’t get me wrong. I’m not talking about quality. A small butt can be much better quality than a big butt and vice versa. You could consider some of these nice butts, but these are nothing more than normal butts, being stuck out dramatically.

So for all the folks out there, I have something for you to relate to that you may have thought was just you, because it isn’t something we really talk about (and for those of you who have a delicate disposition or a small butt or no desire to talk about the toilet, avert your eyes now).

Do you know how much toilet paper it takes to properly clean a big butt?

Growing up, my parents always gave me grief about how much toilet paper I used. But the thing is bigger butt = deeper butt crack = more area to clean.

If you can’t relate to this, you don’t have a big butt.

That was why my parents didn’t relate, and growing up I always felt like I was a weirdo for using so much toilet paper, but just the other day, I got into the car with a friend who also has a big butt, and I said just that. Do you know how much toilet paper it takes to properly clean a big butt? And she was relieved. And I was relieved. Because in that moment we finally both understood that we were not alone. The desire to be clean far outweighs “wasting” toilet paper.

I think that is an unfortunate side effect of having anything that is “too big” or “too small”. Whether its “too tall” or “too short” or “too fat” or “too skinny”. If it makes you feel different from others, there is no way you are going to talk about it. If you can muster up the courage, though, once you talk about it you’ll realize you aren’t alone.

And that is a wonderful feeling.

Can you relate? Do you have a big butt? Let’s see it and we all can decide! What is something that you think is weird about yourself, so you’ve never talked about it with someone? Let’s hear it and we can see if we can match you up with someone with the same quirk!