About the time my dad called me a drama queen.

So this may come as a shock to everyone that knows me, but my dad has (on more than one occasion) called me a drama queen. The time I can recall, I knew he meant it: (


Rewind to about 7 and a halfish years ago. It was a few weeks before I left on my study abroad adventure to Florence, Italy. I can recall this incident extremely well. Before, and up until I got pregnant, I had horrible insomnia. Getting tired enough to even fall asleep was ridiculous (this is a side note, it doesn't actually matter, just a bit of useless information for my 21 followers), but I was at the point in my night (3 am) that I had finally read myself into a place where I could possibly fall asleep. So I walked into the bathroom to brush my teeth (because I am responsible), when all of a sudden I felt something tickle the top of my right foot! The first thing that came to mind was that there was a mouse in the bathroom (not likely), so I tried to push it out of my mind. Well I couldn't, so I looked down on the ground ONLY TO SEE A BIG HUGE SPIDER!!!!!!!! If you place your thumbs and pointer fingers together to make a circle, that is how big it was (my dad just informed me to add in here that baby hands need not try this)! It was terrifying. So not wanting to wake the whole household up, I told myself to "buck up", that I was perfectly capable of killing this monster. So after I hyperventilated for a few minutes, I gathered up enough courage to walk over to the trash can where this monster spider had decided to pause at. My goal was to quickly pick up the trash can and then drop it back down on it, forcing all of his guts out. That's not what happened.

What happened was, this spider is an asshole and saw me coming. So in retaliation of what I had yet to do, took a running start and ACTUALLY JUMPED RIGHT AT MY LEG IN AN ATTEMPT TO PROBABLY FORCE POISONOUS VENOM INTO MY SHIN TO MAKE MY LEG TURN BALCK AND FALL OFF.

I was in such a state of shock that my knees actually locked up, so I stiff legged backwards, fell out of the door, slammed into the wall in the hall screaming. My mom jumped out of bed and ran out of her room, and frantically asked me if I was okay. I was still in shock and couldn't even form coherent sentances. My dad at this time came walking out of their bedroom, took one look at the carnage of my crumpled body in the hall and says, "You are such a drama queen." Then he walked back into his room.

I was crushed. At this point, I was still crying about the spider, but now I was crying even  harder because my dad had just informed me that I was a drama queen. It basically ruined my life. After a few minutes of more hyperventilating, my mom was able to drag me back into my bedroom. I was still sobbing, but at this point I am not quite sure if it was because the spider was still alive and plotting my murder, or that my dad had no faith in my mental state. Either way, it was a heavy burden.

I would like everyone to know that I have chosen to forgive my dad, and we continue to live in harmony. The end.

Pregnancy dreams

I've had really odd dreams my entire pregnancy. I find it really amusing because I don't normally dream, and if I do, it has to do with something that I have going on or did that day. But these dreams, the further into my pregnancy, the weirder they get. Like to the point that I wake up and literally say, "nothing will be able to top this" and then a day or two later I am totally proven wrong.

For example, the other night I had a dream that I was petting Booger (the kitty) and all of a sudden I was pregnant with a kitten. I was dreading having to tell Jeff that I was not only carrying his son, but I was also carrying a kitten that wasn't his. So I tell him and he is so happy and excited, and then I have to tell him it's not his, it's Boogers. He was devastated.... I felt absolutely terrible. Then it fast forwards to where I'm in labor, and I give birth to our son and an orange kitten. Jeff is over the moon with our son and so excited about the kitten, and he's holding both of the babies and looks at me and goes I don't care if the kittens not mine, I will raise him like he's my own.


What the heck?

Seriously....

32 weeks!

I seriously can not believe that Wednesday marked the 8th month point in my pregnancy!

I thought that because we tried for so long, that when I got pregnant, it would go by so slowly, and I would be so stressed out over everything. It's been exactly the opposite! The weeks have just flown by, and I've had such a wonderful, easy and healthy pregnancy that anxiety has been on the opposite side of the spectrum from where I am!

We're all done with Baby C's nursery (except for the addition of thermal curtains and a few wall decorations!) The only few things that are left to do is install his carseat, wash his clothes, and prep the last few diapers! I can't get over that in 8 weeks (give or take) our sweet little boy will be here! I can't stop smiling!

I just can't wait!!!!

Week 30 tip!

Tip for 30 weeks:
Hire a slave.
Seriously. I still am not very big (thank you mom for giving me your torso!) But everytime I eat or drink anything and have to bend over, it comes right back up my throat. This is where the slave comes in, you should buy one or two to put on your socks and shoes.
Also, after you eat anything, you won't be able to function, so it's best your second slave runs your errands so you can nap in your recliner: )

On a side note, I had my first craving, it only lasted three days. I'm completely over it now (like to the point talking about it, makes me feel violently ill). It consisted of SUPER buttery popcorn, and coke. You have to put the kernals in your mouth and take a tiny sip of ICE COLD SUPER FLAT coke, so the popcorn just dissolves.
I don't do popcorn and I don't do soda. It gave me such a terrible stomachache. So I'm done with it..


Booger keeps getting stuck under the crib. The diet I put him on is failing. IT sure is hysteriacal to watch him try to flatten himself to underneath it though: ) I'd squish him with love and hugs, but he some how stepped in raspberry jelly this morning and left cutesy little cat prints all over the carpet. So Im still not talking to him: )

He must have heard me typing about him because he just appeared and wants to cuddle: ) I may have to let my grudge go: )

It's been too long!

Well, I think my last posts had to do with my first few meetings with a new fertility specialist. I am pleased to say, after 4 rounds of treatment, I just hit my THIRD TRIMESTER yesterday: ) We could not be more exstatic!

I got the call the day after Mother's Day. It took the poor girl 10 minutes to convince me she hadn't mixed my results up with someone elses: )

We're having a little boy whose arrival date is to be around January 23: ) And from the 4D scans we've had, he's already handsome: ) I just can't wait!

We set up our nursery this past week, The crib bedding I made for him was finished months ago, diapers and inserts are prepped and ready, stroller is assembled, and almost everything else is set up, just waiting for him! We still have to paint the nursery, buy 800 more hangers, and install his carseat, and anxiously wait for our custom rocker/glider/recliner to finally arrive!; )


We're getting more settled into our new place (it's only taken over a year). We're meeting a few more new friends as well! Its always nice to know people!

I just spent a month back home, working at the farm. Even though I just said we're getting settled in more here, I still didn't want to come back. I wanted to telepathically pack up our apartment and teleport  My Love, Booger and all our stuff back home. I miss it so much! But, that won't be happening, at least for another few years, possibly more, so I am just extremely thankful that my family was able to be a part of this growing baby's life while he was still in my belly: )

Well, since it is officially the first day of Novemeber, I shall leave you with this:
I am thankful for God.
He has given so much to me, helped me through life, brought me to my husband, reassured me He is always taking care of everything, and has given my husband and I the greatest gift of all!

What are you thankful for?!

Have a lovely day!

The most amazing weekend

I would just like to say that I've had the best weekend I've had with Jeff since right before we moved! We finally have gotten back on to the same boat again! Our communication has been even more incredible that it normally is, I feel so in tune with him, like I normally do, and I finally feel like I'm home!

It's been a stressful last few months, from moving, to him finding the right pace at work, to finally having a few friends, and this whole fertility doctor/no more diagnostic tests thing!

After we found out that I don't have penis' for fallopian tubes, the rest of the day and into the next was amazing! And then Saturday, I was stumbling baby things on StumbleUpon, something I have not done in over a year, when I asked Jeff if he wanted to go look at all things baby. He instantly said no (his usual response for like three years now- so I don't get my hopes up and then have them crushed when my cycles starts). I kind of got a little sad, but hen realised he was right. After I had came to terms with that, he changed his mind. So off we went! On the way there we had a conversation abouto things we've never really let ourselves talk about with eachother (again, with the getting too excited only for a let down thing), we decided to not worry about, and to celebrate a little! So we talked about whether or not we wanted to find out the sex of our baby, which we both decided not to find out, that is until we started talking about nursery colors and whether or not to buy bedding or make it ourselves, then he decided that we shoudl find out for our first baby, our second one we would hold off on; ) He got excited about clother diapering, the best breast pumps, video baby monitors, cribs, how to pick the best matteress and what type of matteress was the best, car seats and strollers, etc., etc. I was seriously in baby/bliss heaven! We talked about how we were going to tell our families! What we could do to make our lifestyles even healthier, and so much more! It. Was. Bliss.

The next day we went on a date! We spent most of the day exploring a nearby town and browsing through all of the little shops there, sipping on fresh juice from a local juice bar, holding hands, and giggling like it was our first date: ) On our way back home we took the scenic route and ooohed and awwed over beautiful homes and gardens! We ended up finding this amazing gift store, which we probably spent like 2 hours walking though! It was huge! Then we came home and watched the finale of Rachael VS Guy on the food network and he started reading his daddy book (I'm seriously in heaven at this point).

The entire weekend was dedicated to eachother. It was incredible. I feel even more deeply in love with my husband (if that's even possible), closer (if that's even possible), and sooo happy (if that was possible LOL). We're continuing being more in touch with eachother, and it's only been a few days, but it feels even better than ever! I even got him to go to Yoga for Fertility today with me: ) Which to his surprise, he found out he actually really enjoyed: ) He's looking forward to going again next week! And he's even booked an early Valentine's Day Yoga Brunch for us through the center we go to: ) I'm so looking forward to it!!!


Anyways, that's my update: )

Healthful!

For the last month, I have been sticking to a completely raw diet, with a few modifications, heavy juicing, more tea than coffee and vigerous hot yoga. I would like to say that my skin is FANTASTIC! And I feel amazing! I'm still not sleeping very well though, which was pretty much the entire reason for making this lifestyle change!

I never thought that juicing could be sooo much fun! Seriously! I LOVE making new concotions!

A few of my favorites are:

Apple celery juice- super simple, two apples and a few sticks of celery, sometimes I like to add kale or spinach to this: )

Apple, Beet, Carrot, Ginger juice- pretty self explanatory: )

Apple, cucumber, spinach, Kiwi- one large granny smith apple, half a cucumber, a large handful of spinach, and a kiwi: )

Green lemonade- green apple, half a cucumber, a handful of spinach or kale and half the juice of a lemon, it's so refreshing!

Strawberry Rhubarb- 2 red-ish apples, 10 strawberries, 2 six inch peices of rhubarb and a handful of spinach, if I have pom arils, then a few of those as well!

I don't know what to call this one, but its composed of a peeled grapefruit, and three oranges, and a few nubs of ginger! SOOO good!

I've been trying super hard to do a juice feast for 7 days, but it hasn't worked out. So here's to sticking to it starting tomorrow; )

After I've completed a suscessful juice feast, I will post a few of my favorite raw smoothies: )

Everything is so lovely: )

So my last update was about my first appointment with our new specialist! At that appointment they did some fun things to my lady parts and we decided our first approach was to start a round of clomid. I finished them last wednesday! We had also set up an appointment for a hysterosalpingogram, which pretty much means we're going to shove a balloon in your cervix and then push radioactive dye in your lady bits to make sure everything flowed correctly and did was it was supposed to do. I can not even tell you how stressed out about that appointment I was. Seriously. I could bearly sleep, eat, or function. I knew that nothing was going to be wrong, but my mind wouldn't let me actually believe that. I'm not kidding when I say, I was pretty sure they were going to find one of three things: 1. That I was a hermaphrodite (not in a realistic, literal sense- more of like they were going to find that I had two penis' where my fallopian tubes should be.. Ask Jeff, this was my main concern for WEEKS). 2. That I was born without fallopian tubes, and 3. They weren't going to be connected to anything. 


So yesterday was the big day. It was slightly uncomfortable. I cried for like 20 minutes before the test to the nurse about why I was so nervous about it. I say this a lot in real life, but the ENTIRE staff at this place is FANTASTIC. They go above and beyond to make you feel comfortable, happy, and taken care of! The wonderful nurse that was with me yesterday listened to me cry about possibly have penis' instead of fallopian tubes (which she informed me was highly unlikely), and that my worst fear was getting bad news that would mean putting pregnancy out of our reach to save up thousands of dollars for a few rounds of IVF. As she looked over my chart again, she asked me why I thought that anything could be wrong when there is nothing to indicate any complications in my health or family history; and then, this woman, whom I had never met before, nailed it right on the head: "You've been googling haven't you?" This woman saw right into my soul. 


People say this all the time, my husband to me especially, DON'T GOOGLE ANYTHING. After this, I honestly think I will stop. 


The end result: Everything is perfectly normal!
I feel like I can breathe! I feel amazingly fantastic! I feel alive again! I feel like I want to go running! AND I HATE RUNNING! THAT'S HOW AMAZING I FEEL!


Also! To add to a little more good news! That same morning, I had my post clomid appintment, to which they saw I have two promising follicles in the making, but they are not as big as they want them to be, so we're playing the waiting game, I go back on monday too see how much they've grown! Wish me luck!!!


And also, I would like to thank my wonderful family and friends for not murdering me from the texts I sent them about how much anxiety I was having! I'd also like to especially thank my husband for not shipping me off to Canada: ) He's been amazing! You all have been amazing!

The thing about cat nip...

If my girlfriend ever finds out that I posted this, I may get slapped; ) So I'll change her name: )

This happened about 6 years ago, I like to tell people this story because it's sooo funny: ) My neighbors got a kick out of it the other night: )

So my girlfriend "Michelle" was staying the night in my apartment, which wasn't unusual, since she pretty much lived with me, we'd had WAYYYY too much wine that night and I had just bought a large container of cat nip for Booger. I thought the container would be safe sitting on the counter while we left the kitchen for girl chat in another room. Fast forward like an hour or so and we return to the kitchen, most likely to get more wine, and noticed that the cat, presumably, had knocked the tub of cat nip off the counter and onto the floor. He must have been in cat heaven, because upon impact it had exploded ALLLLLLL over the kitchen floor and there were large voids missing from where I'm assuming he ate/rolled around/hallucinated tiny cat hallucinations. Fast forward a few more hours (during this time, a kid we both had psych classes with, "Noel",  came over to drink wine with us) "Michelle" and "Noel" were passed out on the living room floor and I was passed out in my bed. I woke up to a horrific smell and "Michelle" coming in my bedroom and changing out of her skirt. I got up to see what the heck happened, and watched "Michelle" put the skirt she had previously been wearing into a garbage bag and put it outside. Why? BECAUSE THERE WAS SHIT ALL OVER IT. LITERALLY SHIT. There also happened to be a HUGE puddle of diarrhea on the floor where she had been previously laying. So, being the logical bitch that I am, I put two and two together. "MICHELLE" HAD BEEN SO DRUNK SHE SHIT ON MY FLOOR AND DIDN'T EVEN REALIZE IT. Also, being the nice bitch that I am, gave her the option of saying that she had an "accident" and that if she just admitted to it, all would be forgiven. She informed me that she in fact did not shit on my floor and that it was Booger's fault. I told her she was obviously lying. We didn't talk much for the next two weeks because I was so mad that she was lying to me about something that was so petty, and blaming it on my cat, who had a litter box that was 20 feet away and has never had an accident before. I let it go and decided that she must be embarrased about it. And we continued being friends.


Fast forward two years.

Jeff and I were on our way to church one day and thanks to smart phones, I was Stumbling on the way there. As I was stumbling through one of my favorite topics, obviously cats, I came across a page titled 'SIDE EFFECTS OF TOO MUCH CAT NIP", it caught my attention and I soon became engrossed reading what can happen if a kitty ingests too much of it. I'm reading them outloud to Jeff and all of a sudden I stopped talking mid sentance. Jeff looked over at me to see what I am only assuming was a rediculously horrifed look on my face, and asked me what was wrong. All I can remember saying is that I had to call "Michelle" to apologize. Jeff told me I had to wait until after church to call her, and I hesitantly agreed.

I don't remember much about what the topic was in church that day, but it had to do with making ammends I believe. I couldn't wait any longer and I ended up leaving the sancutary to call her and applogize. This is how the conversation went:

Me: I have to tell you that I am soooooo sorry.
Her: For what? What's wrong?
Me: I was just on Stumbleupon and I read an article that said if cats ingest too much cat nip they will have sudden, explosive diarrhea. And I never believed you when you said that you didn't shit on my floor and that Booger did. I thought you were just too embarrased to tell me the truth.
Her: Silence.
Me: I AM SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO SORRRRRRRRYYYYYYY.
Her: Britt, that was like 2 years ago.
Me: I know.
Then we both started laughing hysterically.

Then I went back to finish the rest of the service,

The end: )

Exciting!

Good news! I in fact actually have a uterus and functioning (but behind schedule) ovaries!
In a few weeks I get to have dye injected into my lady parts and I start my first round of clomid. We're excited, I'm nervous! For now, everything is in God's hands and of course all the wonderful people's hands of CNY Fertility! Please keep us in your prayers!

My year's resolutions: )

I don't normally make resolutions for the new year, but I normally do not live 3500 miles from where I grew up and I normally am not as fat as I am right now, haha: ) So I've made a list, a long list as a matter of fact, on goals that I would like to accomplish this year. I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't impressed with myself. I would like to say, as being only 3 days into the new year, that I have already been doing a pretty darn good job! On a side note, I've been telling everyone for months now that one of my resolutions was going to be to handmake all of mine and Jeff's clothing this year; I've came to the realization that I was kidding, so I've modified that a bit: ) Anyways, if my 20 readers have not made any of their own resolutions/goals for the year, I hope a few of mine rub off onto you or you can come up with your wonderful own list: )

Go to the gym everyday
Find someplace to volunteer at
Don't eat out (very often)
Make as much of our food as I can from scratch
Eat fruit and vegetables like you're supposed to
Plant a garden
Finish up my mental health degree
Take better care of myself
Become a better Christian
Make a calendar of everyone's birthdays
Handmake most gifts
Practice patience
Floss my teeth everyday
Read at least 2 books a month
Spend less time on FaceBook
Hand write more letters
Build our savings up again
Only purchase needed items
Cherish everyday for what it's worth
Keep intouch with family better
Promote my corchet business more

...

I'm watching old re-runs of the original 16 and pregnant.
I thought I was once again over this feeling of emptyness, jealousy and sadness when I watch shows like this, or seeing pregnant women, hearing someone else just got pregnant, seeing people post pregnancy pictures, pictures of their brand new babies, or seeing that girls just had their babies. Don't get me wrong, I'm happy for them, but it just reminds me that it's been another 9 months and I'm still not pregnant. I hate feeling like this. I feel like a failure. It makes me feel like I'm not really a woman...

Last night was the first time in 2 cycles that I POAS. I knew it was a horrible idea.

Painting stripes on walls,

is probably one of the most stupid idea's I've ever had.

I'll update this with before, after the accident, fixing the accident and the final outcome: )

On a better note, ALL OF OUR STUFF ARRIVED YESTERDAY! We've been so busy putting everything away and realizing even more, how much we miss living in our house: ( But! This will do for now!

We've been meeting all of the neighbors in our building the last few days, and I think we really lucked out! They all seem exceptionally wonderful! I have a feeling the woman underneath me is going to be my stand in gramma, I think we're going to bond: ) The couple to the side of us are great too! They are much closer in age to us than everyone else in our building, they actually brought us over jello shots last night because "they felt we needed a break from unpacking" haha! It was really sweet of them!

Well, I think we're going to load the truck up for a goodwill run!

All I see is..

BULBS.

Daffodil bulbs to be more precise. That's all. I'm not kidding. After spending the last 2 days grading, all I've been able to dream about this last night was watching bulbs roll by on a conveyor belt.
Don't think I'm complaining, because I seriously LOVE this part of the season. Okay. There honestly isn't any part of flower season that I don't like. I've come to terms with the fact a few years ago that I LOVE ANYTHING about flowers: )

I'm really going to miss flower farming with my family for the next so many years: (

While I was hand -trucking empty boxes to another part of our barn, I re-came across these: )

These have been on the walls of our barn for over 25 years: )

The last one is how I'm feeling right about now: ) I love it!

Amazing!

I just jumped on the pinterest band wagon. It's amazing!!!
Whose going to win my love now? Stumbleupon or Pinterest: )
Stay tuned to find out: )

Love

I don't know what it's been lately, but the last few months, I feel so full of love. My heart literally feels like it might burst if I don't spread it around. It's been so hard for me not to go up to people and touch their arms to transfer it to them. Also, reminding myself that people view that as creepy and something only a non-sane person would do deters me from it as well: ) But it's to the point that it's invading my dreams! I dream that I am hugging everyone I love and care about in my life, if they're going through a hard time or feeling overwhelmed, and transfering love to them.

I love A LOT of people and things, so I honestly have no idea how I have so much love on hand! Actually, I kind of think I have an idea why; I don't want to sound egotistical, but I have a lot of people that love me, admire me, respect me, and support me. I've actually never been more aware of this until now, and I think that God wanted to show me that even in super stressful situations, stress doesn't and shouldn't matter if you're surrounded by love and support. All this love that I have is really an amazingly wonderfully unique feeling, but I wish I could just pass it out to everyone I come into contact with that looks like they aren't having the best day, moment, year, decade, etc. So instead of hugging, pressing my heart to their heart or touching someone's arm, I've came up with other ways to spread it around, and it seems to be working: )

I LOVE giving compliments. It's probably one of my favorite activities at the moment! I love the feeling you get back when you can tell someone's having a rough-around-the-edges kind of day, and if I tell them one positive thing that really stands out to me about them, their whole aura changes to happy! It makes me happy! I like to keep images of their smiles in my head: ) It makes me smile later when I think about it: )

I really like helping strangers, whether it's with directions, beautiful places to see in the area, fun things to do, unloading groceries onto the conveyor belt, pushing their cart to their car, recommending a good book, looking for something that's misplaced, or opening a door for them, anything that gets a smile: )




Wow, re-reading this, I probably shouldn't post this. But I will: ) Hopefully this passes on love to someone, who can pass on love to someone else: )

Soon I will post a follow-up to my previous post of things I love: )

Wanna know what's gross?

Good, because I'm going to tell you.

What's gross- having a blocked salivary gland.
Why?- It occasionally pusses into your mouth, and it's stringy and thick. Wow, actually writing this making me gag even more than when it actually happens. VOMIT.

I totally made fun of my sister when it happened to her, but I realize now, it's not funny. It's discusting: )
okay, kind of funny: )

It hurts.

I don't know why it's been so hard this last few weeks, well I kind of do, but that's putting blame on something that I have no control of, and I shouldn't be doing that anyways.

Basically since last Saturday, I have had a total of 3.5 mental break downs. Okay, not really mental break downs, more so crying hysterically and writhing in self pity- wait, maybe that is the same as a mental break down: )

Anyways...

Firstly I'll start off with this:
I've NEVER EVER had a dream about being pregnant, having a baby, giving birth, or holding my own baby. Ever.
I'm the type of person who literally dreams about EVERYTHING especially if it has something do with with a conversation I had, something I think about constantly, something upcoming- you know EVERYTHING. But not this.
I even asked my accupuncturist if she thought that meant anything, she said probably not. But I even dream about things that will eventually orare about to happen, but again, not pregnancy; so I just added that into another reason it probably would never happen: (
Then a little over a week ago I had my very first pregnancy dream! It basically was just an image of an ultrasound picture with a tiny embryotic form of a baby and a placenta sac. That was it.
I literally woke up with my jaw dropped. I got my hopes up.
The next night I didn't dream of my baby.
But the night after, I had a dream where Jeff and I were walking into my doctors office, holding hands, and were taken back to the ultrasound room- where *the picture on the screen was the same picture that I had seen in my previous dream* It was crazy. Now I'm more excited.
Then there were no more dreams for a few days, and then the last one I've had happened, and it was the actual birth of our baby (which surprisingly took place in our home, and Jeff slept through the entire thing.. haha), and the rest of the dream was me watching me hold this tiny, beautiful, sweet baby in my arms.
It filled me with so much hope and excitement!

But 4 pregnancy tests probably don't lie, they are all BIG FAT NEGATIVES: (

I thought I was over being super upset and sad, apparently not.
To top it off, I'm a few days late (probably due to crying uncontrollably for close to 4 days straight), but each day it's not there, I get a spark of hopefullness.

I've turned to three books lately:
Every Drunken Cheerleader: Why Not Me by Kristine Waits
Empty Womb, Aching Heart by Marlo Schalesky
Where is God When it Hurts- Philip Yancey

I'm hoping these calm my soul.

I think I'm done venting now: )

Something splendid will emerge from this...

My Great Gramma passed away today. It's been a long time coming, but it's still sad none-the-less. She was just a few months shy of turning 100. Wow. She's seen an entire century. How wonderful would that be? It's crazy to think about how it was when she grew up compared to how kids grow up now. Again, all I can say is wow.

I guess she was talking to my gramma's sister today, and then all of a sudden stopped talking, fell backwards and then stopped breathing. She wasn't in the soundest of mind, but she was not in pain; she died surrounded by love.

She was an amazing, optimistic, lovely, beautiful, wonderful woman, something splendid will emerge from her death!

May you rest in peace Gramma B!

What has happened to teens these days?!

When did teens become so cretinous? When did parents stop teaching their children such simple things, for example: not to play on train tracks? Not to send naked pictures of themselves to people? And when did parents stop telling their children "sticks and stones will break my bones but words will never hurt me"?
My jaw drops everytime I see commercials on TV, reminding kids about that. Really? I feel that I need to break these down.

Don't play on railroad tracks.
Maybe I'm the only one whose ever thought to myself, even as a tiny child, that train tracks=large metal contraption hurtling at great speeds that can't stop on a dime and will maliciously murder anyone who plays on them. I'm the only one? Understandable, most people don't overthink anything as indepth as I feel I do: ) But I am positive, that even you city folk, who didn't grow up around train tracks, still know that trains murder people. And if not, I feel that someone has a friend of a friend who was hit by a train. Or maybe have even seen movies like Unstoppable or at least the trailer and know playing on train tracks is dangerous.

Don't send naked pictures of yourself.
I feel this is another no brainer, especially when directed towards anyone who isn't married or in a monogamous relationship- so I'm pretty much pointing this to anyone 18 years and below, or at least people with a camera phone, that are 18 or below and in a high school setting (and even more disturbingly middle school and possibly late elementary school- that's sad...) Apparently when you send naked pictures of yourself to a boy (if your a girl) or send pictures of your penis to a girl (hopefully you're a boy), the recipiant may feel the need to show off the picture of your body or your tiny weiner to other people in their contact list. Understandable (especially if you have a really tiny weiner), but you, being the sender, should probably know this may/probably will happen, and should re-think sending it entirely. It will work out better for you in the long run if you don't.

"Sticks and stones will break my bones, but words can never hurt me."
Yes, words can hurt your feelings, but to let them affect you to the point you want to kill yourself is rediculous. If you can' t overcome it on your own, talk to someone, preferably an adult or a mentor about it, and if it's flat out harassment, get a restraining order, not tattoo random words on your body. And remember this childhood rhyme! Or punch someone right in the mouth. They'll shut it then.