While trying to decide what to write, I came across a website with random facts and thought I would share some of them with you. Supposedly these are all “strange laws”…
You can't plow a cotton field with an elephant in North Carolina.
Every citizen of Kentucky is required by law to take a bath at least once a year.
It is against the law to whale hunt in Oklahoma. (Think about it...)
In the state of Queensland, Australia, it is still constitutional law that all pubs (hotel/bar) must have a railing outside for patrons to tie up their horse.
An old law in Bellingham, Washington, made it illegal for a woman to take more than 3 steps backwards while dancing.
In Breton, Alabama, there is a law on the town's books against riding down the street in a motorboat.
Vermont, Alaska, Hawaii, and Maine are the four states in the U.S. that do not allow billboards
In Saudi Arabia, a woman reportedly may divorce her husband if he does not keep her supplied with coffee.
In Michigan it's illegal to place a skunk inside your bosses desk.
In Kentucky, it is illegal to carry ice cream in your back pocket.
During the time that the atomic bomb was being hatched by the United States at Alamogordo, New Mexico, applicants for routine jobs like janitors, were disqualified if they could read. Illiteracy was a job requirement. The reason: the authorities did not want their trash or other papers read.
It's illegal in Alabama to wear a fake mustache that causes laughter in church.
In parts of Alaska, it's illegal to feed alcohol to a moose.
You're subject to fines and/or imprisonment for making "ugly faces" at dogs in Oklahoma.
I am not really sure if this is true or not, but it is funny to think so! Have a great weekend!
Friday, March 27, 2009
Friday, March 20, 2009
People Change
I have always been a very outgoing, but private person. I am the girl who laughs, jokes, and loves to have a good time no matter what whirlwind is swirling inside. However, I have noticed over the past couple of years that things are changing. Before I never really had to put on a show, I was footloose and fancy free and now I feel like I have to put on a front.
I am unsure why, but it seems that it is harder and harder for me to let things go and put on the “my life is grand face”. It has never seemed to be a problem before and I am unsure why things have changed. I have lost the spontaneous, footloose and fancy free girl I used to be. What about my life has made me this way? And is this a bad thing? Or is it that I am just to tired to try and fool anyone?
For the record, I really don’t have too much to complain about. I have all that I need and more. I have been blessed in more ways than I could ever imagine, so why do I feel this way? Could it be stress, I don’t think so. I really don’t stress out too much about school or work. I tend to take the “if it gets done it gets done” and “what are they going to do… fire me?” attitude, so it can’t be that. My husband and I were married 3 years ago and I felt this all coming on before that, so I don’t think it is marriage. My son was born 2 years ago and I enjoy every minute with him, so it can’t be that either.
I guess with age, even though I am only 23, comes more and more responsibility requiring more and more time and effort, but even still. Why is it that my personality has done a 180* turn? I do not have any type of psychological disorder, so why do I feel this way?
Maybe I have become jaded. Maybe I am tired. Maybe I need to shake things up a bit. Maybe I need to dig deeper into this. Maybe I need to take a vacation. Maybe I need therapy. Maybe I need pharmaceuticals. Maybe I need…
Oh, would you look at what time it is. It is 4:53 and it is time for me to leave work on a beautiful Friday afternoon! Suddenly I feel the need to clock out and be spontaneous. I hear the backyard, the grill, and a bottle of wine calling my name! Have a great weekend!
I am unsure why, but it seems that it is harder and harder for me to let things go and put on the “my life is grand face”. It has never seemed to be a problem before and I am unsure why things have changed. I have lost the spontaneous, footloose and fancy free girl I used to be. What about my life has made me this way? And is this a bad thing? Or is it that I am just to tired to try and fool anyone?
For the record, I really don’t have too much to complain about. I have all that I need and more. I have been blessed in more ways than I could ever imagine, so why do I feel this way? Could it be stress, I don’t think so. I really don’t stress out too much about school or work. I tend to take the “if it gets done it gets done” and “what are they going to do… fire me?” attitude, so it can’t be that. My husband and I were married 3 years ago and I felt this all coming on before that, so I don’t think it is marriage. My son was born 2 years ago and I enjoy every minute with him, so it can’t be that either.
I guess with age, even though I am only 23, comes more and more responsibility requiring more and more time and effort, but even still. Why is it that my personality has done a 180* turn? I do not have any type of psychological disorder, so why do I feel this way?
Maybe I have become jaded. Maybe I am tired. Maybe I need to shake things up a bit. Maybe I need to dig deeper into this. Maybe I need to take a vacation. Maybe I need therapy. Maybe I need pharmaceuticals. Maybe I need…
Oh, would you look at what time it is. It is 4:53 and it is time for me to leave work on a beautiful Friday afternoon! Suddenly I feel the need to clock out and be spontaneous. I hear the backyard, the grill, and a bottle of wine calling my name! Have a great weekend!
Friday, March 13, 2009
Oh No!
On November 12th, 2006 I was blessed with a blonde haired blue eyed little boy. If you do the math you will see that he is now 28 months old, 2 years and 4 months, and is full of mischief and surprises. Everyday there is something new that he says or does that shocks me, makes me smile, makes me scream, and sometimes makes me want to go to the Mexico and change my name! Just Kidding on the last part, well… sort of…
We have been through all of the normal phases so far and now we are on to potty training. It really isn’t working out for me so well, but I am ok with it. If he wants to continue to wear a diaper… so be it. Well, as long as he is potty trained by June so he can start Montessori School. Anyway… I have tried multiple approaches to this whole potty training thing and he is just indifferent. It really doesn’t bother him. He is totally fine with the diaper. In his mind, I think he thinks, “Why change?”.
I consider myself to be a pretty east going gal and for those that know me I am also a little sarcastic and I tend to joke about everything. Obviously, my 2 year and 4 month old son has picked up on some of this “practical joking” and thought he would test it out on me!
So… I picked him up and put him on the potty and he told me “Back up Mama… Go… Close the Door”, and in hopes of hearing the sound of pee in the potty I did so. I backed up, closed the door, and listened closely. I never heard anything, but eventually my little boy screamed “Mamma! Mamma!”
I though maybe he had fallen in the potty, but he was still sitting there with his legs squished together. He looked at me with this serious look on his face like he was trying to trick me and said… “Mamma… My TT is gone!” (which is what he calls his… you know) He kept saying it over and over and I played along and said “Oh no… what are we going to do?”. He started giggling and said “Oh… there it is!” as he opened his legs and hopped off the potty.
I know this may not be funny to some of you, but I couldn’t help but laugh and wanted to share it. I am unsure how kids pick up on things so early, but I think I am going to have my hands full! He is already trying to trick me and he is only 2!
You Cant't Take Them With You
http://www.slate.com/id/2213247/
Above you will see a link to the Slate Article that I chose to do my Blog on this week. It is on organ donation and how some people are scared to be organ donors. They feel that if they are organ donors and something tragic happens to them, then the emergency personnel will not give them the appropriate care so their organs can be harvested for someone else.
I can see where this is a concern for people, but I totally agree in organ donation. There are so many people who benefit from this, adults and children, that I can not see how people chose not to donate. I understand that it is a personal opinion and that some people have legitimate reasons for not being organ donors, but when I am dead and gone they can distribute me to anyone who needs me!
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Lacking in Confidence
I attended a pageant last night with my best friend from high school. Her little sister was in the pageant and I was happy to go watch her. I mean, she was practically my little sister too. I couldn't help but feel a little funny as I was getting ready to go. For some reason I was nervous and I was only attending the pageant. I was very selective on how my hair and makeup was done and what dress I wore. This was not like me at all. Don't get me wrong, I like to look nice, but this was extreme.
As my best friend from high school, who was also the maid of honor at my wedding and now my possible sister in law, picked me up she was laughing at me running around like a mad woman trying to put on the finishing touches. As we drove to the pageant I couldn't help but tell her my lack of confidence issues and ask her what she thought it was. We figured it out.
I graduated high school in 2003 from Glenbrook school in Minden, La. and have not been back since. I am unsure why; I just haven't been back. I had a wonderful high school experience and have nothing against the school. The pageant I was attending was the Glenbrook school pageant. I guess I was just nervous about facing the people that I "used" to know. I don't know why, I just was.
As my best friend from high school, who was also the maid of honor at my wedding and now my possible sister in law, picked me up she was laughing at me running around like a mad woman trying to put on the finishing touches. As we drove to the pageant I couldn't help but tell her my lack of confidence issues and ask her what she thought it was. We figured it out.
I graduated high school in 2003 from Glenbrook school in Minden, La. and have not been back since. I am unsure why; I just haven't been back. I had a wonderful high school experience and have nothing against the school. The pageant I was attending was the Glenbrook school pageant. I guess I was just nervous about facing the people that I "used" to know. I don't know why, I just was.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Slow Dance
I received an email today that I wanted to share with you. It is a poem written by a teenager with a terminal diagnosis.
Slow Dance
Have you ever watched kids
On a merry go round?
Or listened to the rain
Slapping on the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly’s erratic fight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?
You better slow down
Don’t dance so fast
Time is short
The music won’t last
Do you run through each day
On the fly?
When you ask how are you?
Do you hear the reply?
When the day is done
Do you lie in your bed
With the next hundred chores
Running through your head?
You better slow down
Don’t dance so fast
Time is short
The music won’t last
Ever told your child,
We’ll do it tomorrow?
And in a haste,
Not see his sorrow?
Ever lost touch,
Let a good friendship die
Cause you never had time
To call and say ‘hi’
You better slow down
Don’t dance so fast
Time is short
The music won’t last
When you run so fast to get somewhere
You miss half the fun of getting there
When you worry and hurry through your day,
It is like an unopened gift…
Thrown away.
Life is not a race
Do take it slower
Hear the music before the song is over.
She wrote this poem with 6 months left to live. Her wish was to share it with as many people as possible reminding them to live life to the fullest. (since she will not be able to)
I know most of my blogs seem to have this theme, but it is very important to me to sieze every opportunity. I hope it is important to you too.
Slow Dance
Have you ever watched kids
On a merry go round?
Or listened to the rain
Slapping on the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly’s erratic fight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?
You better slow down
Don’t dance so fast
Time is short
The music won’t last
Do you run through each day
On the fly?
When you ask how are you?
Do you hear the reply?
When the day is done
Do you lie in your bed
With the next hundred chores
Running through your head?
You better slow down
Don’t dance so fast
Time is short
The music won’t last
Ever told your child,
We’ll do it tomorrow?
And in a haste,
Not see his sorrow?
Ever lost touch,
Let a good friendship die
Cause you never had time
To call and say ‘hi’
You better slow down
Don’t dance so fast
Time is short
The music won’t last
When you run so fast to get somewhere
You miss half the fun of getting there
When you worry and hurry through your day,
It is like an unopened gift…
Thrown away.
Life is not a race
Do take it slower
Hear the music before the song is over.
She wrote this poem with 6 months left to live. Her wish was to share it with as many people as possible reminding them to live life to the fullest. (since she will not be able to)
I know most of my blogs seem to have this theme, but it is very important to me to sieze every opportunity. I hope it is important to you too.
Friday, February 20, 2009
Things that Bug Me
I am now going to use this blog post to empty my thoughts and clear my head. I just spent approximately 30 minutes writing a passionate Blog on the economy, but due to a server problem... it was deleted. So...
Things that Bug Me:
1) When I spend 30 minutes writing a blog that actually had substance on the problems with the economy and it gets erased.
2) The fact that the government is giving unnecessary handouts to people who bought houses in the past year... like $8,000.00 unnecessary when they claim the government has been overspending.
3) How an 8 hour work day can fly by one day and the next day seem like an eternity
4) Even though I am listing all the things that bug me, I really hate listening to people who think their lives are horrible when they have everything in the world going for them.
5) People who drive slow in the fast lane
6) People who drive slow in the fast lane and cant help but stop because there was a wreck on the other side of the interstate. Their nosiness almost causes another wreck.
7) Rude people. How hard is it so smile and say hello to someone who you pass on campus.
8) The fact that I do not know how to write without ranting, or explaining why I am writing. I don't know why it is so hard.
I figured this might be a good thing to do since I am about to leave work and go home to work on my Personal Essay. I am so glad it is Friday and I wish that I would have done this sooner so I could enjoy the sunshine and a glass of wine. :) Good luck to all of you on your second essay and thanks for letting me complain on my blog. I really did have a great blog that conveniently deleted itself and I did not have the patience to re write. Patience is a virtue you know! :)
Things that Bug Me:
1) When I spend 30 minutes writing a blog that actually had substance on the problems with the economy and it gets erased.
2) The fact that the government is giving unnecessary handouts to people who bought houses in the past year... like $8,000.00 unnecessary when they claim the government has been overspending.
3) How an 8 hour work day can fly by one day and the next day seem like an eternity
4) Even though I am listing all the things that bug me, I really hate listening to people who think their lives are horrible when they have everything in the world going for them.
5) People who drive slow in the fast lane
6) People who drive slow in the fast lane and cant help but stop because there was a wreck on the other side of the interstate. Their nosiness almost causes another wreck.
7) Rude people. How hard is it so smile and say hello to someone who you pass on campus.
8) The fact that I do not know how to write without ranting, or explaining why I am writing. I don't know why it is so hard.
I figured this might be a good thing to do since I am about to leave work and go home to work on my Personal Essay. I am so glad it is Friday and I wish that I would have done this sooner so I could enjoy the sunshine and a glass of wine. :) Good luck to all of you on your second essay and thanks for letting me complain on my blog. I really did have a great blog that conveniently deleted itself and I did not have the patience to re write. Patience is a virtue you know! :)
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
I Believe
It is only Tuesday and it seems like it should already be Friday. I am unsure why I continually feel this why. It just seems like everything that shouldn't happen, has happened in the last month or so. The days seem to fly by with so much undone, but at the same time they don't fly by fast enough! I catch myself daily stuggling to keep my head above water; much like everyone else. I guess it is true, "When it rains it pours!". When life pours down I try to remind myself that it could always be worse. Too often I find myself down in the dumps, complaining about things, or even wasting my time obsessing over things that really don't matter.
On Wednesday of this week, we lost a friend in a tragic accident. This is a picture of him. He was working in the oilfield and there was an accident that took his life. He was 26 years old and left behind a daughter who probably will not even remember him, and a family that will spend the rest of there lives making sure she does. Life is not fair, but things happen in life and it is our choice on how to deal. We must choose to stay down or to get back up. (I know it is easier said than done) I guess I have had some time to reflect this week about what is REALLY important in my life and I wanted to share a few 'quotes' that I use to remind myself what I believe in and what I use to get back up after being knocked down.
I Believe...
That it has taken me a long time to become the person I want to be
I Believe...
That you should always leave the one's you love with kind words,
because it may be the last time you see them
I Believe...
That you can keep going long after you think you can't
I Believe...
That we are responsible for what we do, no matter how we feel
I Believe...
That maturity has more to do with what types of experiences you've had
and what you've learned from them...
And less to do with the number of birthday's you have celebrated
I Believe...
No matter how bad you are hurting, the world doesn't stop for your grief
I Believe...
We are responsible for who we become
I Believe...
That the people you care about most in life are taken too soon
I Believe...
The happiest people don't necessarily have the best of everything
They just make the most of everything!
I know that you have probably all heard these sayings before, but sometimes a simple, corney phrase can make you stop and think about things. I hope that tragedy does not strike you or the one's you love, but I am learning to live my life like tommorrow is a gift. Just something to think about. I am not trying to be a downer, but I am realizing that when I think I have had the worst day or week, that it could always be worse!
Friday, February 6, 2009
Pork Chops?
As I was checking my email the other day I came across one that I thought I would share with you.
In a zoo in California, a mother tiger gave birth to a rare set of triplet tiger cubs. They were born prematurely due to complications with the tigress and due to their size and other factors, they expired shortly after birth. The mother tiger then fell into a deep depression and physically could not recover from the birth of the triplets. One of the veterinarians had the idea to let her be a surrogate mother to tiger cubs who were orphans. After checking with zoo's nation wide the only species that would be the appropriate age was a litter of baby pigs. Not knowing how this would turn out for the piglets, the doctors decided to give it a try in hopes to bring the tigress back to life. They wrapped the pigs in tiger fur and placed them in the pen while the tiger was sleeping. Look at what happened next...
This was such a cute story to me. The tigress made a full recovery and took the pigs in as her very own. I think you can learn a lot from this, I know I did. I know it is just a picture of a tiger taking care of pigs, but to me it is more. Does it make you think about anything, or how you look at life?
*Sorry about the layout... I am not good with Blogger yet!
Friday, January 30, 2009
Pets
I have always considered myself an animal person. Growing up my family always had animals. We had so many cats over the years that I can't even remember all their names. We had dogs, goldfish (every year from the school carnival), a bird; there was really nothing my mother turned away. She would even nurse back the baby birds and bunnys that our cat "Tubby" would bring home for us to see.
Over the years I have become one of those "jaded" animal lovers. I still like animals, but have not really brought any new ones into the family. It's not because I don't like animals... its just after you lose dogs and cats that have been around your whole life, you really don't want to go through it again. For those of you who are not animal people, it's like losing a member of the family. Really... it is! At a week moment in my pregnancy I felt the need to purchase a boxer puppy who was the greatest thing ever. She was just like a person. She had a personality that was almost scary, she was pretty moody. Anyway... great dog, beautiful dog, so beautiful that someone stole her out of my back yard. Yes, you heard me. Stole her. Once again... a member of the family gone. I'm a jaded animal lover. This story does have a point to it. I promise.
So my husband calls me and tells me he has a surprise for me and to come home. I couldn't figure out what he could be doing until I pull up to my nice house, no mansion on the hill house, but nice house... and couldn't believe what I saw. He had brought home a pig. A PIG! And was so proud of himself. What are we supposed to do with a pig? You can't lay on the couch with a pig curled up in your lap. I don't think they can fetch a ball. Oh and my two year old thinks it is the coolest thing ever. Even trying to bring it in the house. I just thought I loved ALL animals!
Over the years I have become one of those "jaded" animal lovers. I still like animals, but have not really brought any new ones into the family. It's not because I don't like animals... its just after you lose dogs and cats that have been around your whole life, you really don't want to go through it again. For those of you who are not animal people, it's like losing a member of the family. Really... it is! At a week moment in my pregnancy I felt the need to purchase a boxer puppy who was the greatest thing ever. She was just like a person. She had a personality that was almost scary, she was pretty moody. Anyway... great dog, beautiful dog, so beautiful that someone stole her out of my back yard. Yes, you heard me. Stole her. Once again... a member of the family gone. I'm a jaded animal lover. This story does have a point to it. I promise.
So my husband calls me and tells me he has a surprise for me and to come home. I couldn't figure out what he could be doing until I pull up to my nice house, no mansion on the hill house, but nice house... and couldn't believe what I saw. He had brought home a pig. A PIG! And was so proud of himself. What are we supposed to do with a pig? You can't lay on the couch with a pig curled up in your lap. I don't think they can fetch a ball. Oh and my two year old thinks it is the coolest thing ever. Even trying to bring it in the house. I just thought I loved ALL animals!
Friday, January 23, 2009
I Cant believe it
Well... I can not believe that I am posting to an online blog. I have never been much of a fan of all those online "blogs" like MySpace and Facebook. I dont consider myself to be a private person, but I also am not real big on posting "intimate" details about myself for anyone and everyone to see. I understand that you can put your page to private, but still.
I admit that I have looked at other's blogs, but I couldnt see sitting down and taking time to start something like that when I complain about there not being enough hours in the day as it is. I am slowly seeing that it really doesnt take that much time, since it took me approximately 3 minutes to post my first blog!
Carlie
I admit that I have looked at other's blogs, but I couldnt see sitting down and taking time to start something like that when I complain about there not being enough hours in the day as it is. I am slowly seeing that it really doesnt take that much time, since it took me approximately 3 minutes to post my first blog!
Carlie
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