tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4331041286507315092024-03-13T12:48:23.602-07:00la vida es un sueño: hippie styleascott7289http://www.blogger.com/profile/18108272527577225817noreply@blogger.comBlogger72125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-433104128650731509.post-23639466038966069002012-10-01T12:22:00.000-07:002012-10-01T12:22:44.888-07:00EmotionsThis post will probably seem a bit...unorganized. And it is. My head is. My thoughts are. Everything is just a big pile of confusion sometimes.<br />
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I've just been pondering my emotions lately... <i>Why</i> I feel the way I do about certain things. <i>Why </i>do I let my emotions take over my life so much? Can I control them? What's the reasoning behind them? Should I ignore them? Should I embrace them? Am I overreacting about certain things, or is it okay for me to feel how I do? It's frustrating because I have such overwhelming emotions and feelings ALL THE TIME. The tiniest thing could happen, and BAM- I'm an emotional wreck. I have no control over it! I don't understand it. Like, I know we should embrace what we're feeling and maybe take a step back to figure out what's causing that feeling, etc... It's just so hard to do. Especially when it's a recurring feeling. Now I know I'm more emotional than the average person (at least I think I am, compared to what I hear everyone else is feeling)... Is there a way to fix it?<br />
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I have friends and family members who are carefree and don't worry about half the stuff I do, and I get so angry at them and myself for not being able to be like that! I wish I could just brush things off and not randomly have emotional breakdowns over the most stupid shit. But I cannot hide them. And I overanalyse every goddamn thing... A comment on Facebook, a comment about someone, a remark in response to something I've said, etc. Then I just replay it in my head OVER and OVER! What the heck?! Why do I do that?! Wahhh.<br />
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Sorry. This is just a rant of confusion. And maybe I'd like to know I'm not alone in this? Or maybe I am and I'm just crazy. :P<br />
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*sigh*.... Who knows. Emotions and feelings and thoughts... They just make me nutso. For real. But I guess I'm human. I'm not perfect. The first step is admitting I have a problem, right?<br />
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<br />ascott7289http://www.blogger.com/profile/18108272527577225817noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-433104128650731509.post-60225271814124534362012-09-12T12:30:00.000-07:002012-09-12T12:30:36.165-07:00Feeling NeededI've always been one to reach out to those who need help, and have always been a shoulder for someone to cry on, and an ear to listen if someone wants to vent. It's always been a great feeling to know someone wanted or needed me, even if it was for the smallest thing. It makes me feel appreciated and like I have purpose.<br />
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After spending every day with my little cousins, I've grown to like this feeling more and more. Since both girls have become accustomed to me being around, they reach out to me when they're in need or when someone new, or just someone they're not used to, is around. It makes me so happy! Little kids have always hated me, and I've never really been fond of them... I don't know why, but that's just how it had always been. But now that I've been with the girls so much, they actually really love me and want to be with me. They get a huge smile on their faces when they see me or if they're crying, they become comforted being in my arms or even just my presence. It feels so nice to feel that, and know I'm needed. I'm sure this is how many mothers and fathers feel as well because their children couldn't survive without the parents'/ guardians love, tenderness, and care for them.<br />
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Not only with little kids, but with adults (especially friends, family, loved ones, etc.) as well: it's great to be recognized or receive appreciation for something I've done. I'm sure everyone feels this way in some way or another. A simple smile, hug, or a big "Thank you!" from someone can really go a long way. I feel like we don't express our gratitude towards others enough. Lately I've been wanting to improve on this; letting those who help me in any way know how much I appreciate them and what they do. It really makes a big difference. Or just SHOW someone you care and love them by doing simple things. I'm a firm believer in karma, in that if you do good towards others, it'll come back to you. :)<br />
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Tell your girlfriend/ wife they're beautiful. Hold the door for someone, or say thank you if someone does it for you. Help your parents around the house. Share a dessert with someone. Give someone a hug if they're having a bad day. Spread the love, kindness, and thankfulness. Little things go a long way! <3<br />
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ascott7289http://www.blogger.com/profile/18108272527577225817noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-433104128650731509.post-81861700253802412912012-09-05T14:20:00.000-07:002012-09-05T14:20:43.342-07:00Make a life, not a livingMy sister got me a picture frame the other day that says "Never get so busy making a living that you forget to make a life". She got it on clearance, just liking it, and I didn't really think more into it until today.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtdsEuwDd-OWEhURFTLadPEAZ5r42nWIYFDX7KqRMxL6t2EyHJ1GRUS5IuKji8U94MAGxbJ6rRltfCzddBcNdT7tKS-_GoJbfoQm1oTovyDCOsUSrio4PSKeGhSB3m1LnZjp_YMCoVRN8/s1600/34551122110717802_XtGZLEdd_f.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtdsEuwDd-OWEhURFTLadPEAZ5r42nWIYFDX7KqRMxL6t2EyHJ1GRUS5IuKji8U94MAGxbJ6rRltfCzddBcNdT7tKS-_GoJbfoQm1oTovyDCOsUSrio4PSKeGhSB3m1LnZjp_YMCoVRN8/s1600/34551122110717802_XtGZLEdd_f.jpeg" /></a></div>We're all about hustle and bustle in this world and society, but for what? Are we all really happy? Are we fulfilling our passions and living life to its fullest? Working non-stop gets us money...But what does money get us? Food, a place to live, and basic things like that are good, but once we have enough for that- the extra money shouldn't matter. Material goods can only bring a temporary happiness. A temporary nostalgic state of mind. But memories, friends, family, loved ones...that's where the <i>real</i> happiness comes from.<br />
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We moved back to Inver Grove Heights. It's been a bittersweet feeling, to say the least. My parents love it. My sisters and I... well we're still adjusting. The house is... it has a nice deck. And an outdoor clothesline. So that's nice. We're still in the process of unpacking all of our stuff (way too much stuff!). And just trying to feel at home here. I love my room. It's simple, with my posters all up and everything in its place- just how I like it. But everything else is completely chaotic.<br />
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I started my new job at Luce. It has great days or horrible days, not much in between. It's really all about who you work with. No matter what the job I'm doing is (hostess, busser, food runner, or cashier), whoever I'm with is what makes or breaks that day. I've met some great people so far though, and always hope they work the same shifts as me! Business has been great though for only being open two weeks. And it's nice to be able to get GF food I can actually eat when I get off my shifts.<br />
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I've also begun working with my little cousin that I will be a PCA for starting this fall. I am in love with this little girl, seriously. She's two and has Cri Du Chat Syndrome, and is the most remarkable, intelligent girl ever! I love signing with her and watching her grow and progress in simple things such as playing, eating, and interaction. I'm ecstatic to be able to be with her everyday starting August 27th while my aunt is away teaching half days at their local school.<br />
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I own a car now for the first time. It's been terrible thus far, in that everything that can go wrong- has. But my aunt and uncle gave me a great deal on it, so I'm extremely thankful for that. And it gets me to and from work, and wherever else I'm supposed to be. It's a cute little Honda Civic. My friend Schaubs and I deemed it a boy (little boy) and his name is Fridrich. :)<br />
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I haven't been eating healthy lately. And I'm feeling the effects of it, trust me. I'm just too busy at work or wanting to sleep to want to cook at all when I get home. And it doesn't help that our kitchen is like, half the size as our old one. :/ I've been looking at some recipes online that I'd like to try though, so now I just need to get up the motivation to actually DO it. (Which is the hardest part, right?) I've been living off of food from work, water, cereal, and coffee. Blech. Not okay.<br />
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Due to Luce, moving, PCA-ing, and just trying to function fully- I've kind of fallen off the map of socializing with people. Yesterday, I read texts and didn't respond, I got missed calls and didn't call them back, I got facebook messages and didn't reply... What the heck? I NEVER do that... I think I just needed a break from people or something. There a select few people who I can tolerate all day everyday (and they know who they are :) !!), but other than them I've just wanted to do my own thing. Which is good to an extent, but I'm sure most people think I hate them or something since I am almost always glued to my phone and social networking. Meh, we'll see how it progresses.<br />
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Now that I've written my recent life novel, I am going to the grocery store to pick up some things for a hopefully tasty recipe I found on <a href="http://ohsheglows.com/">one of my favorite vegan blogs</a>. :)<br />
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Hope all is well with everyone else, and sorry for kind of/ sort of disappearing off the planet for a bit.ascott7289http://www.blogger.com/profile/18108272527577225817noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-433104128650731509.post-1098529908955671662012-07-10T21:41:00.001-07:002012-07-10T21:42:19.488-07:00Luce happiness... Just the beginning!I love my job. I already love it. We haven't even opened the store yet, but I LOVE it. I am so, so thrilled to be working for such a great company. Seriously. We're local, fresh, welcoming, accepting, fun, and just awesome! I don't want to sound like a walking advertisement (but I'm sure I do sound like one :P), but I'm so excited!!!<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJfhXFRterg-_LHrWUEfRcRbL0D5HaDCNuiL8RYbcq_tM9OG4MZ10QhwDo2o9hu8k87M6acV4VNcFjROzX30JY_ZMaCn26N-LCY1x9aubauKvnjQjFzoVFUMDZ0rJ0Lx22w3it4BX-4Y8/s1600/Since1993.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="156" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJfhXFRterg-_LHrWUEfRcRbL0D5HaDCNuiL8RYbcq_tM9OG4MZ10QhwDo2o9hu8k87M6acV4VNcFjROzX30JY_ZMaCn26N-LCY1x9aubauKvnjQjFzoVFUMDZ0rJ0Lx22w3it4BX-4Y8/s320/Since1993.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">(source: Google images)</span></div>I have had two days of training so far. In these two days we've greatly gone over the importance of food allergens and respecting people who have them and fulfilling their every dietary need; played with our POS systems/ computers and practiced ringing things up; tried all the appetizers, salads, and some gluten free and vegan foods (!!); learned about the general guidelines to being a server/ host/ and cashier; and most importantly: learned where all our goodies come from and how we prepare them! We get local ingredients as much as possible; all our veggies are freshly cut each day; our breads/ crusts (besides the GF ones) are homemade (focaccia bread will be made every day IN store! How awesome is that?!) as well as our sauces and such... When you look at the menu at first, you think it's pretty expensive for a pizza place. But you can tell why- it's because of all those things I just listed! When you get a $5 pizza, it's gonna taste and look like a $5 pizza. If you get a $20 pizza, it's <i>gonna</i> taste like one! It's worth it if you wand good quality! ;)<br />
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I know a lot of people hate food service and could never work in it. Which is fine; it's not for everyone. I'm just lucky I love it and am pretty good at it, if I do say so myself. ;) I'm just so happy and excited to have a job I know I'm going to love. Not many people can say that about their current jobs! It's my passion though... so I'm lucky to have gotten where I am!<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcuL6Ku2_OQGQNZpDmm-u296hjSjhUr8MKRBKyolwD38w7fja8C3iHHnDPZDceG8qMZhMdMZ6IdmymKgg71EOq0eueiJmkHrqQAmNtGl_HZBg55jYCezrsiGVsNvpGzcgRM6iMe2bRcy8/s1600/pizza-luce.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcuL6Ku2_OQGQNZpDmm-u296hjSjhUr8MKRBKyolwD38w7fja8C3iHHnDPZDceG8qMZhMdMZ6IdmymKgg71EOq0eueiJmkHrqQAmNtGl_HZBg55jYCezrsiGVsNvpGzcgRM6iMe2bRcy8/s320/pizza-luce.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">(source: Google image)</span></div>Our store's grand opening is <b>July 31st</b>... So if you're in the Minnesota/ Twin Cities area- come on out and support this awesome business and my new job! You won't regret it. :)<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj93-TLiKWs76_oes4I39OEbxYY6pO3v2zt0VyQqJGJPV5doL2MSQbbG94EB4E_G4pZugaQGIwh1ug4TMXe_XyIypZFtSGFcPFpfAK8WlwWc8wUz86Kg-5WY3gV9RXXoPxMbnbabHaKiD4/s1600/ff1118bb12262402b01c2b7c55d5798b.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj93-TLiKWs76_oes4I39OEbxYY6pO3v2zt0VyQqJGJPV5doL2MSQbbG94EB4E_G4pZugaQGIwh1ug4TMXe_XyIypZFtSGFcPFpfAK8WlwWc8wUz86Kg-5WY3gV9RXXoPxMbnbabHaKiD4/s320/ff1118bb12262402b01c2b7c55d5798b.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://richfield.patch.com/articles/photos-richfield-4th-of-july-parade-2012#photo-10561043"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">source</span></a></div>ascott7289http://www.blogger.com/profile/18108272527577225817noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-433104128650731509.post-67782671364703367682012-07-06T22:02:00.003-07:002012-07-06T22:32:24.178-07:00Judge Me<div style="text-align: center;">Hi all, this is Jessica. She's my amazing, beautiful, hilarious, smart, crazy cousin. </div><div style="text-align: center;">She has a talent: writing. Her words are so lyrical, it's ridiculous! </div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm jealous of her talent, and I want you all to give her blog some love and views! </div><div style="text-align: center;">She's blogging over at <a href="http://experiencethewords.blogspot.com/">The Music of My Soul Reveals Itself in Words</a>. :)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixalVwn9a1k0eO74zHtSV3nL9AItqvZs4TZPcqKvO1oxHymDyX7-h7Z-lCcc_g6bdxFZLgDwJKYnL8bKHVkuv5tXK6NXdemw5JzaEykm0wtX9ynyna3QkAVmCYi1zEuyuLZC_D5Pl1ibE/s1600/jesskee.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixalVwn9a1k0eO74zHtSV3nL9AItqvZs4TZPcqKvO1oxHymDyX7-h7Z-lCcc_g6bdxFZLgDwJKYnL8bKHVkuv5tXK6NXdemw5JzaEykm0wtX9ynyna3QkAVmCYi1zEuyuLZC_D5Pl1ibE/s320/jesskee.jpeg" width="226" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i style="background-color: #f9cb9c; font-size: 18px;">"Sometimes I just have this feeling etched onto my heart that I want to share with the world. So I write. I LOVE to write. Whether or not it has ANYTHING to do with what's happening in my life, I love the feeling of the words falling on to the page. Such a peace envelops me when I know that another work is completed. So, here I am. These are my works. These are my words. Experience what you can, feel the words roll off your tongue, and never live to regret the things you've done. Enjoy!"</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">She kindly offered to guest post for me, and so I can give her some more followers/ viewers! This is a poem she wrote while away on a vacation when anger struck her. Enjoy. :)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><u>Judge Me</u></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #f9cb9c;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.111111640930176px; line-height: 13.333333969116211px; text-align: left;">Tryn’ tell me who you think I should be</span><br style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.111111640930176px; line-height: 13.333333969116211px; text-align: left;" /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.111111640930176px; line-height: 13.333333969116211px; text-align: left;">Tryn’ make me the girl you dreamed you’d see.</span><br style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.111111640930176px; line-height: 13.333333969116211px; text-align: left;" /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.111111640930176px; line-height: 13.333333969116211px; text-align: left;">Push me away if you’d like, you wouldn’t even know</span><br style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.111111640930176px; line-height: 13.333333969116211px; text-align: left;" /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.111111640930176px; line-height: 13.333333969116211px; text-align: left;">You’re blind in your judgment and you put on a great show</span><br style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.111111640930176px; line-height: 13.333333969116211px; text-align: left;" /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.111111640930176px; line-height: 13.333333969116211px; text-align: left;">Let me be me or I’m sure this won’t go through</span><br style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.111111640930176px; line-height: 13.333333969116211px; text-align: left;" /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.111111640930176px; line-height: 13.333333969116211px; text-align: left;">You’re gonna lose me completely cause you hate all that I do.</span><br style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.111111640930176px; line-height: 13.333333969116211px; text-align: left;" /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.111111640930176px; line-height: 13.333333969116211px; text-align: left;">Oh, but you don’t “hate”—you’re only tryn’ to “love”</span><br style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.111111640930176px; line-height: 13.333333969116211px; text-align: left;" /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.111111640930176px; line-height: 13.333333969116211px; text-align: left;">But every time you judge me, you push me away with a shove.</span><br style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.111111640930176px; line-height: 13.333333969116211px; text-align: left;" /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.111111640930176px; line-height: 13.333333969116211px; text-align: left;">I HATE being judged for being myself</span><br style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.111111640930176px; line-height: 13.333333969116211px; text-align: left;" /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.111111640930176px; line-height: 13.333333969116211px; text-align: left;">I HATE to put the things I love up on the hidden shelf.</span><br style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.111111640930176px; line-height: 13.333333969116211px; text-align: left;" /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.111111640930176px; line-height: 13.333333969116211px; text-align: left;">I’m so sick of all the righteous ones, the high and mighty kings</span><br style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.111111640930176px; line-height: 13.333333969116211px; text-align: left;" /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.111111640930176px; line-height: 13.333333969116211px; text-align: left;">The ones who feel they’re perfect and look down on everyone and everything. </span><br style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.111111640930176px; line-height: 13.333333969116211px; text-align: left;" /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.111111640930176px; line-height: 13.333333969116211px; text-align: left;">I’m sick of all you people who think that you are better </span><br style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.111111640930176px; line-height: 13.333333969116211px; text-align: left;" /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.111111640930176px; line-height: 13.333333969116211px; text-align: left;">Who make us sinners walk around with the brightly stitched scarlet letter. </span><br style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.111111640930176px; line-height: 13.333333969116211px; text-align: left;" /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.111111640930176px; line-height: 13.333333969116211px; text-align: left;">You don’t know me, so who are you to judge?</span><br style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.111111640930176px; line-height: 13.333333969116211px; text-align: left;" /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.111111640930176px; line-height: 13.333333969116211px; text-align: left;">You don’t know my past, present, or future—</span><br style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.111111640930176px; line-height: 13.333333969116211px; text-align: left;" /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.111111640930176px; line-height: 13.333333969116211px; text-align: left;">so don’t you sit there hatin’ like that cause I ain’t gonna budge!</span><br style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.111111640930176px; line-height: 13.333333969116211px; text-align: left;" /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.111111640930176px; line-height: 13.333333969116211px; text-align: left;">So don’t look at my piercings like it’s too much for you</span><br style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.111111640930176px; line-height: 13.333333969116211px; text-align: left;" /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.111111640930176px; line-height: 13.333333969116211px; text-align: left;">You didn’t make the decision—I did—and I’m proud of it too.</span><br style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.111111640930176px; line-height: 13.333333969116211px; text-align: left;" /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.111111640930176px; line-height: 13.333333969116211px; text-align: left;">Don’t question my sexuality, I’m born to be this way</span><br style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.111111640930176px; line-height: 13.333333969116211px; text-align: left;" /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.111111640930176px; line-height: 13.333333969116211px; text-align: left;">And there is only ONE to judge me on the very last of my days</span><br style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.111111640930176px; line-height: 13.333333969116211px; text-align: left;" /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.111111640930176px; line-height: 13.333333969116211px; text-align: left;">Don’t persecute me for my body art I put on in the form of tattoos,</span><br style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.111111640930176px; line-height: 13.333333969116211px; text-align: left;" /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.111111640930176px; line-height: 13.333333969116211px; text-align: left;">I chose each of them carefully, each has a meaning ,a purpose that only I could choose</span><br style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.111111640930176px; line-height: 13.333333969116211px; text-align: left;" /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.111111640930176px; line-height: 13.333333969116211px; text-align: left;">Who are you to look at me cause I got a little bit of fat on me,</span><br style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.111111640930176px; line-height: 13.333333969116211px; text-align: left;" /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.111111640930176px; line-height: 13.333333969116211px; text-align: left;">Who are you to stare cause bones are all ya see?</span><br style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.111111640930176px; line-height: 13.333333969116211px; text-align: left;" /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.111111640930176px; line-height: 13.333333969116211px; text-align: left;">We are all shapes and sizes, each has a different body, direction, and morals</span><br style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.111111640930176px; line-height: 13.333333969116211px; text-align: left;" /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.111111640930176px; line-height: 13.333333969116211px; text-align: left;">But shove down what YOU think’s right or wrong and you’re not solvin’ all these quarrels.</span><br style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.111111640930176px; line-height: 13.333333969116211px; text-align: left;" /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.111111640930176px; line-height: 13.333333969116211px; text-align: left;">You’re tryin to “Love” but you’re doin just the opposite</span><br style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.111111640930176px; line-height: 13.333333969116211px; text-align: left;" /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.111111640930176px; line-height: 13.333333969116211px; text-align: left;">You’re tryin’ to make “peace” but all you’re doin is makin us sick.</span><br style="color: #333333; 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I've been reflecting on my life thus far, the events that have taken place, the events that will eventually be taking place, reevaluating certain situations. I'm going to be 23 Monday, July 2nd. I'm not really sure when that happened. Time has been flying by me so quickly.<br />
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I've been reading this book lately: Quarterlife Crisis.<br />
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It's great. I'm only on page 30 something and I love it. I've been marking pages up and bookmarking things I like and enjoy. It's basically about how twentysomething year olds feel pressure of needing to know what they're going to do in life; pressure of needing to have everything figured and planned out. When in reality, none of us have that. Yea, everyone knows about the midlife crisis. But what about the quarterlife crisis? We're all going through it in some way or another. My sister Emilie actually bought this book for herself and then figured I'd like it. Man, was she right. I couldn't have started reading this at a better time! Seriously, everyone my age should read this. It will make you feel a lot better about feeling lost and confused about your life. Well, it made me feel better at least. :)</div>
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We all just need to remember that it's OKAY to not have your life completely planned and figured out! It's okay to be confused and lost once in a while. Nothing is set in stone besides the fact we will all eventually die. Other than that, nothing is certain. So take some risks and leaps. Explore your likes and dislikes. Leave your comfort zone. Try new things. Meet new people. Stay true to yourself and make sure you're happy. (Obviously these things are a lot easier said than done, but hey- it's a good inspiration to at least remember and think about these things!) </div>
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Anyway... Yea. I'm trying to figure out who I am, who I want to be, who belongs in my life, who shouldn't, etc. It's quite the clusterf*ck of thoughts and wonders. I had my orientation for Pizza Luce the other day: I am SO excited to start working there!!! Seriously. Pumped. Ecstatic. I already feel so at home and comfortable with it. It's chill, welcoming, fun, and I'm sure the people I'll be working with are gonna be just as awesome. They're gluten free, vegan friendly. Oh, and we're going to be in the 4th of July parade in Richfield (which is where our location will be opening). Guess what we're throwing out in it? GARLIC. Yep. Garlic and artichokes are our signature items of the restaurant, so it's a fun way for us to get our names out and be different! I'm so excited.</div>
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I'll also be a PCA and a nanny for my two little cousins starting in fall, so I got to hang out with them and my aunt today to kinda get to know the ropes of the house and such. That'll be great. Until then, I'm working at the concessions stands in the SSP pools. It sucks, but it's money.</div>
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And I just... Yea. Keep thinking. Pondering. A lot. It's been a very contemplative time in my heart and my mind lately. I apologize for my lack of posts. </div>
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Stay tuned for a guest post from my fantastically talented cousin soon! :)</div>
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<br />ascott7289http://www.blogger.com/profile/18108272527577225817noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-433104128650731509.post-26140282708681253112012-06-08T09:18:00.001-07:002012-06-08T09:18:50.257-07:00So ready for this new startWell... I got hired at <a href="http://pizzaluce.com/">Pizza Luce</a>! As a cashier for the new location out in Richfield, MN. Words cannot describe my happiness!!!! Ever since I first stepped foot in that restaurant, I had dreamt of working there. Everyone's covered in tattoos and piercings, super friendly and crazy...it's just perfect. It is going to be great. I'm so excited! Not only because it's a job and I will have income now (finally), but because I know I'll love it. I'll fit in there. I love working with people. Food service is something I enjoy doing. It's just gonna be great! I know it!<br />
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Being unemployed, even though it was only for a month, has been killing me. Seriously. I've felt so worthless, helpless, just...yea. Not good. I mean come on, I had been employed since I was 16 years old, with the exception of the five months I was Spain. So having no job and $70,000 of debt is <i>kind of</i> a scary thing. The dent just lingers over me constantly. It scares me. It makes me anxious. It worries and stresses me out. I shouldn't be worrying, and I should think it'll all work out fine and I'll pay it off. But $70,000?! COME ON. That's way too much money. Ahh... Sometimes I feel like it won't even get paid off til I'm dead. That's just what I say anyway. :P<br />
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HHHHanyway. I am employed now. I have orientation on the 20th, training the next week, and the grand opening is in July! Eeeep! So exciting! And I can just throw all my money at my loans, a car, and groceries, and loans, loans, loans!<br />
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Also, we're nearing the end of our house for sale! Eeeek! It's just working out the kinks and details for now! And the house my parents want to move into is literally right across the street from our house now. Which yea, is kind of convenient for moving purposes. But it'll be depressing seeing the old house every day...and remembering how freakin perfect and awesome this house is... *sigh*. Oh well. Gotta try and think positively. It's what's best for mama and papa bear and our family. :)ascott7289http://www.blogger.com/profile/18108272527577225817noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-433104128650731509.post-32326737265183821762012-06-03T21:58:00.000-07:002012-06-03T21:58:04.394-07:00Family<span style="font-family: inherit;">My little sister Lexi is graduating from high school! I can't even believe it. She's so old! She actually looks the oldest out of all three of us, which is kinda funny. We had her grad party yesterday; almost all of our family came up for the weekend for it. It was a blast! It was kind of stressful trying to prepare the house and such, then clean up immediately today for a showing we had at 2pm. But we did it. And it was allll worth it! I love my family so, so much! I am extremely lucky to have them, and even though most of us are polar opposite people, we get along super well! We're loud. We're crazy. We love coffee. (I got everyone to fall in love with the Sumatra blend...I made SO many pots of it yesterday. Let's just say my aunt and I were overly caffeinated for the majority of the day. ;) Hehe, it was grand) We love food. We love laughing. We love yard games. We love beer (and wine!). We love in depth talks. We love each other. It's wonderful. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">In two weeks we have our annual Scott family reunion where we go to Wisconsin Dells for a couple days. It's basically the best and most epic weekend of the entire year because all of us are there: all 23? of us. (I haven't counted in a while but I think that's the grand total) My cousins and I are all pretty close in age too which makes it a million times better because we're all really closely knit. I'm just very lucky and thankful to have such a great family that I know will be here for me, or I should say we'll all be here for each other- <b>forever. </b>I can't imagine it any other way. :)</span><br />
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Other than that, I'm just trying to find a dang job. Ugh. I have only been unemployed while I was in Spain, and that's it- since I was 16 years old. So being unemployed right now is killing me. I feel so... worthless, I guess would be the word. I know I'm not, but I mean, it just sucks. I'm living with my parents with no job, no car, and $70,000 of debt. Gee, so proud. I graduated college, and that's a huge accomplishment. But to me it just doesn't feel good enough, at least not yet. Once I actually get income and can start throwing money at my loans I'll feel a lot better.<br />
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Also, now that I re-read that last paragraph I realize I sound really negative. :P That's another thing I'm working on! Haha. Working on being happy with myself and who I am. I can make sure EVERYone else is happy, and fix everyone else's problems; but when it comes to mine, nope. But Lexi's my personal trainer now so I will get healthier physically, and hopefully psychologically along with it. I think that once I get a job, have income, and can get my life on track I'll be a lot better off and will be a lot happier with myself. So that's a work in progress.<br />
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Lastly, I love my sisters. I love being home with them now. Whenever Emilie and I are home usually we're jam packed nights and weekends with family and such, so it's hard for just us three to bond. But when we're home, we bond. And laugh- A LOT. Actually that's basically all we do together. Ha, it's amazing. I honestly don't know how I could survive without them! We are all so completely different people, yet we end up connecting perfectly and getting along so well. Of course we have random times where we just scream at each other from different levels of the house, or freak out because our shoes were stolen by a sister, but really- no one's perfect, right? ;) We usually just end up laughing about how crazy we seemed later on. It's great. Lex and Emilie are my <u>life</u>. I'm excited for all the wild, random memories and laughing fits we're all going to have together in the next few months.<br />
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So that's where I'm at thus far. Truckin' along, trying to find a job, etc. Now that I'm back in the cities though I'd love to catch up with old friends and new friends. There are so many people though, so I'm just kinda waiting to see who all messages or contacts me first. :P<br />
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PS-- The dentist called today to schedule an appointment, and the earliest date available is July 2nd. Which is my birthday. Ha! But I love the dentist. My dental hygienist is AMAZINGGGGG. I refuse <u style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">refuse</u> to have anyone else besides her. She knows all my sensitive teeth, and my life story! Haha! So yea...happy birthday to me? :/ascott7289http://www.blogger.com/profile/18108272527577225817noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-433104128650731509.post-19102317878147955422012-05-23T09:49:00.000-07:002012-05-23T09:49:12.778-07:00You'll Be Bright<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="background-color: #f9cb9c; font-family: inherit;"><br style="line-height: 15px; text-align: left;" /><span style="line-height: 15px; text-align: left;">They're calling your name...travel safely.</span><br style="line-height: 15px; text-align: left;" /><br style="line-height: 15px; text-align: left;" /><span style="line-height: 15px; text-align: left;">Every first kiss, every crisis, every heartbreak and every act of kindness...</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #f9cb9c; font-family: inherit;"><br style="line-height: 15px; text-align: left;" /><span style="line-height: 15px; text-align: left;">They're calling your name...travel safely.</span><br style="line-height: 15px; text-align: left;" /><br style="line-height: 15px; text-align: left;" /><span style="line-height: 15px; text-align: left;">I found stars on the tip of your tongue.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #f9cb9c;"><br style="line-height: 15px; text-align: left;" /><span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;">All your life you have waited for this moment to arrive.</span><br style="line-height: 15px; text-align: left;" /><br style="line-height: 15px; text-align: left;" /><span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;">And you'll be bright.</span></span></div>
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Kayla introduced me to this site <a href="http://monthlyinfo.com/">MonthlyInfo.com</a>. It is AMAZING. It's simple, easy, free, and for some reason makes relieved and at peace with my period. I don't want to sound like a paid advertiser or anything, but everyone with a period should use this!<br />
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Basically, you just put in when you get your period on the calendar.<br />
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Then, from the day it starts it will show you what stage you're at, whether it's a maturing follicle, ovulation, etc. This would be great for any trying to do natural family planning as well, so you can see when you're ovulating or not. </div>
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There is also a place on the calendar where you can write notes about your period. Then, as you record it more often, you can start to see your cycle pattern. Obviously when you first start it, it's hard to tell what your pattern is completely accurate. As I've been using it for a few years now, I can look through and see the variations of my cycle durations. There is also a chart showing the average durations and the standard deviations of them too!</div>
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My favorite part about this site is that it will send you friendly reminders when you're period is expected to come. You can sign up for emails or texts from them to let you know. I have mine signed up to text and email me two days before it's expected.</div>
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And that's it! All you do to sign up is give your email and make a password. I love the layout of it because it's simple and not evil and scary, like our periods usually seem to be. So I suggest if you have a period, you should have a MonthlyInfo account. I seriously just love it. It's great to see when my cycles are normal or off, and getting little reminders of when it'll be. :)</div>
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<span style="background-color: #f9cb9c;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">No te amo como si fueras rosa de sal, topacio<br />o flecha de claveles que propagan el fuego:<br />te amo como se aman ciertas cosas oscuras,<br />secretamente, entre la sombra y el alma.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #f9cb9c;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Te amo como la planta que no florece y lleva<br />dentro de sí, escondida, la luz de aquellas flores,<br />y gracias a tu amor vive oscuro en mi cuerpo<br />el apretado aroma que ascendió de la tierra.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #f9cb9c;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">sino así de este modo en que no soy ni eres, </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #f9cb9c;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />tan cerca que tu mano sobre mi pecho es mía,<br />tan cerca que se cierran tus ojos con mi sueño.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #f9cb9c;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I do not love you as if you were a rose made of salt or topaz<br />or an arrow of carnations spreading fire:<br />I love you the way certain dark things are loved,<br />secretly, between the shadow and the soul.</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: #f9cb9c;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I love you like the plant that never blooms,<br />but conceals within itself the light of those flowers;<br />and, thanks to your love, the darkness of my body<br />houses the suffocating aroma that arose from the earth.</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: #f9cb9c;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I love you without knowing how, when, or where from;<br />I love you straightforwardly, with neither problems nor pride:<br />I love you thus, not knowing how to love you otherwise</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: #f9cb9c;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">than this way whereby neither ‘you’ nor ‘I’ exist…<br />so close that your hand on my chest is mine,<br />so close that your eyes grow heavy when I tire.</span></span><br />
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<b><i><u>Tattoo: Number 1</u></i></b><br />
I had wanted a tattoo ever since I was probably 16 years old or so. My first one took me about a year to plan out. I saw the Chinese symbol for love when I was at the Navy Pier in Chicago and I loved how symmetrical and simple it was. So that was the first spark for my first tattoo. I also wanted to incorporate a butterfly into the tattoo as well, as ever since sixth grade butterflies have been my favorite animal.<br />
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Why a butterfly? Well when I was in sixth grade, one of my classmate's little sister had a skin disease in which she would break out in sores any time someone touched her. It was also called "the butterfly disease". She passed away when she was only six weeks old. That was the first funeral I had ever been to, and at the burial we let off butterfly balloons in honor of her little soul. The moment I looked up at the sky and saw the butterflies, I was inspired; and that is why they are now my favorite animal. They're so beautiful and fragile, and represent how great change can be- since they come and transform from a caterpillar.<br />
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So when I turned 18, I had been a paraprofessional for Special Education summer school in Cottage Grove. My friend/ co-worker and I sat and planned out this tattoo every single day of school when we had free time; to ensure that it was perfect. Once I perfected it, I went and got it done! It didn't even hurt. It felt like scratches kind of. Luckily, it was just on my ankle, so it's not a sensitive spot to begin with. :)<br />
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<b><i><u>Tattoo: Number 2</u></i></b><br />
In case you didn't know already, I love love. I love friends, and I love family. My life revolves around love! My best friend Kayla and I had talked about getting a "friendship" tattoo for a while. We wanted to get something simple and symbolic of friendship and love. Trevor Hall (our favorite singer/ man EVER) has two tattoos kind of by the collar bone, on the best, by the shoulder (it's a hard placement to explain), and we fell in love with that placement. Visible with a strapless or tank top, but easily hidden with a t-shirt/ regular shirt.<br />
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So that was how we decided the placement for that one. We kept it a secret at first, because we wanted it to be a surprise kind of thing. But K let the word slip to our friend Jenna about it, and we also couldn't keep it from our other friend Jaymee. Alas, we decided all four of us should get it. And we just so happened to be planning a trip to KC, MO to visit Kayla one weekend... Perfect timing for the tattoo! It took use FOREVER to plan out the specifics of the tattoo though. Even though it's a simple design, the color, size, placement, style, etc. was a really difficult thing for us all to agree on. Did we want it fancy? Big? Colored? Left side? Right side? Since Jen had heart surgery, we couldn't get it on the left side. So the right side was decided, and since we couldn't think of a color we'd all like, we chose to get it black. We all went in, got them done, and they turned out wonderfully. Each of them are just a tad different than the others too, which is nice.</div>
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I have always loved foot tattoos. But I never thought I'd be able to handle the pain (that I heard) that came along with it. Since my family is my entire life, and I wouldn't be here without them and their support, I knew that I'd want a tattoo to represent them. I came up with the idea of incorporating all of our birthstones into a tattoo, since we were all born in different months it could be a cool idea. So I toyed with idea of having some simple shape filled with our birthstone colors: a star would be the perfect one. So I knew I wanted five stars, all with each of my parents', my sisters', and my birthstone colors. (Dad: aquamarine, Mom: peridot, Me: ruby, Emilie: emerald, Lex: amethyst). </div>
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Jaymee and I went to LaCrosse to visit our friends, and get the tattoo done! I told the artist all I wanted was those starts and some type of swirls or something to separate them. So I just put it in his hands and had him be creative, since I clearly wasn't doing very well at that part. And <i>MAN, </i>am I glad I let him play with the idea. He did an awesome job of designing the swirls. The best part is he made the stars in order, from biggest to smallest. And he even put the birthstone colors birth order too- which I totally didn't even plan! So it goes biggest to smallest, Dad - Lexi. So amazing. It's definitely one of my favorite tattoos. :) Aaaand I didn't even cry! (I literally told myself it was going to be one of the most painful things ever, so I wouldn't be shocked when it actually would be that painful. It didn't even hurt as bad as I'd heard it would!)</div>
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<b><i><u>Tattoo: Number 4</u></i></b><br />
For the past ~3 years or so, I've always loved the phrase "paz. amor. igualdad.": which means peace, love, equality. And even though I'm artistically challenged, I would always doodle the phrase with each word's coordination symbols. On EVERYTHING I could, I would write "paz. amor. igualdad." with the peace sign, heart, and equal sign under each word. They are three things I like to promote as much as I can. Peace: being at peace with yourself, I'm also a huge pacifist, and just spreading peace among others. Love: this is obvious, as I've said about my other tattoos, that I love love. Equality: treating people the same, accepting people for who they are, etc. Obviously I'm not perfect, no one is, but these are things are try my hardest to spread and encourage as much as possible.<br />
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There is tattoo shop here, <a href="https://www.facebook.com/TatuRoyale?ref=ts">Tatu Royale</a>, and my friend Casey has worked there for a while. So I met all the workers there, and they're all awesome people. I never got anything pierced or tattooed there though, I just met everyone. But at the beginning of this year, I decided I wanted to get this phrase tattooed before I leave Winona. So I saved up money throughout the year just for the tattoo. I wanted <a href="https://www.facebook.com/tatmado.cortes">Amado</a>, one of the artists there, to do it for me since he speaks Spanish and I figured we could bond over that ;)<br />
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I wanted it to be fancy, but not too busy. But I also still wanted it to be simple. So after months of trying to choose a font, I decided on a cursive font. And for the heart, Kayla suggested doing a heart with a design in it. So I picked one that suited me most: it's leaves/ tree like. This is perfect since I love nature and the Earth. And it's still simple, but also intricate and a dash of fancy to even out the simplicity of the other two symbols. I had decided to get it on my side, because it needed to be vertical. I was planning on just dying and crying from the pain, since I knew the ribs are some of the most painful places to get tattooed.<br />
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But I did it. Amado perfected the size, design, and placement. And I DID IT! Eek! It hurt. A lot. But I didn't even cry. My friend Mako came and took pictures for us and she held my hand towards the end in the most painful part. But it is just great. So perfect. I love it. I've received countless compliments on it too, even from people who don't like tattoos! ;) So here it is, tattoo number 4. (Which I just got on May 8th!)<br />
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Well folks, there ya go. All about my tattoos and the meanings behind them.<br />
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Will I get more? Well I'm planning on it... I have a few more planned still. That I've thought about for at least a couple years now. Once I'm rich (HA!) or something, then I'll eventually get more. If they were cheaper, I'd get lots more for sure. But I have to save up lots o' money for the future ones. And ya know, pay off the school debt that I'm up to my ears. But that's a whole other story...<br />
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Do you have tattoos? Do they have special meanings? :)</div>ascott7289http://www.blogger.com/profile/18108272527577225817noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-433104128650731509.post-54649107754410017562012-05-14T20:21:00.000-07:002012-05-14T22:11:46.238-07:00A little about me...Rando facts!I randomly have mental breakdowns and start sobbing for no reason.<br />
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I swear...a lot. I blame my old supervisor at work for it.<br />
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When I'm emo or feeling down, I listen to slow depressing music instead of happy, upbeat music.<br />
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I hate paying full price for clothes; I only love thrift stores/ consignment shops.<br />
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I love Mexican food.<br />
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I like long hugs (as they're not from creepy people).<br />
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I always wear socks. I only wear sandals if it's ~80* or so outside. Even in summer, I HAVE to wear socks to bed.<br />
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Because of this, my feet are very soft.<br />
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I like the smell of onions.<br />
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I don't like cucumbers.<br />
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I hate big dogs; I only like little dogs. (If I had to choose, otherwise I just don't like dogs in general)<br />
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I don't like horseback riding. At all. It hurts me a lot!<br />
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I do not wear regular flip flops ever. I have <a href="http://www.chacos.com/US/en/">Chacos</a>, and they are the best sandals EVER.<br />
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I don't like hiking.<br />
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I love watching the sunset.<br />
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I sleep with pillows, blankets, books, and clothes on the other side of me so it doesn't feel so lonely and empty.ascott7289http://www.blogger.com/profile/18108272527577225817noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-433104128650731509.post-72083685547592193692012-05-14T10:51:00.000-07:002012-05-17T10:48:02.941-07:00Our deepest fear<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><i>"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of god. Your playing small doesn't serve the world. There's nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We are born to make manifest the glory of god that is within us. It's not just in some of us, it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.”</i></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">I've heard this quote countless times, and every time I see a different view or aspect on it. It's long, and has so much depth to it. </span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">The first two lines are perfect: </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><b><i>Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.</i> </b>We all have so much potential to do great things in the world and in our lives, but do we ever want to risk failing? What if we succeed immensely? what would we do with all that power and pride? </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><b><i>We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be?</i> </b>So what makes ME any different than everyone else in the world? What makes me ME special? Well, everyone is special. Everyone has good to them. Everyone has a talent or a strong point; the problem is, do they demonstrate it? Do they use it to their fullest abilities? </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><b><i>T</i></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><b><i>here's nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. </i></b>No one wants to feel like they're better than everyone than everyone else, because then who knows what others will think? Making your life smaller and seeming less significant doesn't accomplish anything.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><b><i>And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.</i> </b>If we can shine and show the world what we've got to give, other people can pick up on that. They can see that you're successful, have confidence, motivation, strength, and you [seem] to know what to do with it. This is encouraging. Hey, I saw so-and-so doing [this]- now I want to do that! Who's to say you can't? Who's to say you're not good enough? It's the ripple effect... You see others doing what they're meant to do, so why can't you?</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">As I reach this new chapter in my life, this quote hits me really hard. I have endless opportunities in front of me. I have a brand new, clean slate to work with. What will I do with it? How will I start my new life chapter? I have some plans. We'll see how they turn out. Only time will tell what I'm supposed to do, or where I'm supposed to go. But I have some pretty positive aspects to myself; I have some things I'm pretty good at it. Will I use them to my fullest ability? Will I show the world what I got?</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">Well, I'm gonna try. I'm gonna try my damnedest. </span></div>
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My mom used to be a crazy woman back in her younger years. Then she worked full time (at a desk job, which eventually killed her body slowly). She works at an appliance store with her awesome father (my grandpa). She thoroughly enjoys hot yoga, long walks, random stretching at home or in public places, and has to use a million pillows whenever she sits. She is gluten free, and is who started me on my g-free diet. She is the oldest of eight, which she used to hate... but now I don't think any of us can imagine family gatherings any other way than they usually go: crazy.<br />
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("Beer in one hand, bubbles in the other. Perfect combo." - Mom)</div>
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(me, Aunt Julie, Aunt Kristyn, Mama, Aunt Shelly... "Girls Weekend" in Winona)</div>
Like the rest of our family, my mom has the best sense of humor. Sometimes the things she says...well, we're either all laughing at her because it's absolutely ridiculous, or she's laughing to herself and none of us get why. Or we all just laugh together because...well, that's how we are!<br />
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(Mama and Uncle Joe aka: my mom's baby brother!)</div>
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Three words: RANDOM. DANCE. PARTIES.</div>
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Yup. My sisters, my mom, and I frequently have random dance parties. There's <i>usually</i> music involved... but sometimes there's not. Lack of music definitely doesn't stop us from gettin' our groove on. Let me tell you! I think my favorite dance memories are when we were in Iowa with my dad's side of the family...<br />
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<u>Teach Me How to Dougie</u></div>
Yea, you read that right. Soooo, our mom is an AMAZING dancer. I mean seriously. I'm jealous. So anyway, you know all the rando hip-hop moves they come up with (stanky leg, two-step, walkin it out, the bernie, etc.), well when the Dougie song came out we immediately asked mom to try it. We showed her a video of these guys doing it (total eye candy. freaking fantastic dancers.) so she could kinda get an idea of how to do it. We played "Teach Me How to Dougie" and played the guys dancing so she could watch, we handed her a hat (which she turned to the side of course), she pulled her pants as low as they could get (in attempt to make them baggy...but it's funny because her jeans were tight and she had a belt on. so yea, it didn't work. but she tried!) and she DOUGIED. She just did it. My cousins and I were all just freaking out we were so excited. Hahaha, oh it was perfect. The rest of the fam (aunts, uncles, grandparents, etc) were looking at us like we were crazy people. Keep in mind, this was all in our grandparents' kitchen.<br />
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<u>Not to cause drama...best dance party in the history of dance parties</u></div>
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Ok, so we went to visit my sister at her college and we ended up going to Goodwill to clothes shop for a bit on our way back. It was mama, Uncle Skip, Tori, Lexi, and me. The rest of the family ended up going to church, but we didn't make it back on time to go. So the only logical thing for us to do while we waited for everyone to come back? DANCE PARTY. We salsa danced, hip hop danced, El Baile de Meme danced, every kind of dance- we probably did it. It was so epic. Even Uncle Skip danced! And he's usually the most chill guy ever; but he was into it! Then the second the rest of the fam walked in, they turned it off. Ha it was lame...but totally wicked before then! We got all sweaty and sore... Such a great work out. ;)</div>
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Another random memory (more recent) is when my sister and I were just hanging out in the kitchen with my mom, we looked over and she had a random plastic baggie hanging from her sweater. Here is the conversation that ensued:</div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Hahaha. Oh goodness. In short, I love my mom. She's a life saver. My sisters and I are the luckiest girls ever, and my papa is the luckiest guy ever to have her as his wife! Words can't describe how thankful I am to have such great parents. :)</span></span><br />
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(Both parents.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"> They've both lost weight since this pic too!</span>)</div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><u><b><i>Feliz Dia de la Madre... Happy Mother's Day, Mama Bear! </i></b></u></span></span></div>ascott7289http://www.blogger.com/profile/18108272527577225817noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-433104128650731509.post-10152684529145324312012-05-10T17:55:00.000-07:002012-05-14T10:52:46.794-07:00The countdown of me<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4a4a4a; line-height: 22px;"><u>nine things about yourself</u></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4a4a4a; line-height: 22px;">1. I have four tattoos.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">2. I have five bracelets I wear on each wrist.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">3. I'm afraid of the dark.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">4. I'm lactose intolerant. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">5. I have chronic nasal issues.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">6. I love learning about other cultures.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">7. I can make my tongue into a clover.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">8. I like in depth talks with anyone.</span></div>
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9. I've worn glasses since third grade.</div>
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<u>eight things to win your heart</u><br />
1. Support natural living.</div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">2. Make me laugh.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">3. Get along with my family.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">4. Speak fluent sarcasm (but not all the time!)</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">5. Be able to cook.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">6. Tell me I'm beautiful.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">7. Get along with my sisters.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4a4a4a; line-height: 22px;">8. Support, or at least respect, my passions.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4a4a4a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"><u>seven people of the same sex who mean a lot to you</u></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4a4a4a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;">1. Mama</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4a4a4a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;">2. Lexi</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4a4a4a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;">3. Emilie</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4a4a4a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;">4. Kayla</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4a4a4a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;">5. Sam</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4a4a4a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;">6. Tasha</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4a4a4a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;">7. Java</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4a4a4a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"><u>six things that cross your mind a lot</u></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4a4a4a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;">1. You</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4a4a4a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;">2. Where I'll be in a year</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4a4a4a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;">3. Love</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4a4a4a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;">4. My sisters</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4a4a4a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;">5. What I'll be doing this summer</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4a4a4a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;">6. What I need to work on for the day</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4a4a4a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"><br /></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4a4a4a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"><u>five things you do before falling asleep</u></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4a4a4a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;">1. Brush my teeth</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4a4a4a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;">2. Put in my mouth guard</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4a4a4a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;">3. Make Sure I have a full glass of water by my bed</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4a4a4a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;">4. Set (and quadruple check) my alarm</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4a4a4a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;">5. Lock (and quadruple check it) my front door</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4a4a4a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"><u>four things you're wearing right now</u></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4a4a4a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;">1. Red flats</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4a4a4a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;">2. Dress</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4a4a4a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;">3. Leggings</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4a4a4a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;">4. Sweater</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4a4a4a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"><u>three songs you listen to often</u></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4a4a4a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;">1. "Kissed You Goodnight" by Gloriana</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4a4a4a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;">2. "Little Talks" by Of Monsters and Men</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4a4a4a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;">3. "Climax" by Usher</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4a4a4a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"><br /></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4a4a4a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"><u>two things you want to do before you die</u></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4a4a4a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;">1. Go to mexico, or basically anywhere and everywhere in the world</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4a4a4a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;">2. Pay off my debt</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4a4a4a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"><br /></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4a4a4a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"><u>one confession</u></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4a4a4a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;">I am really bad at focusing on myself and making myself happy; </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4a4a4a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;">because of this, I will always put others before myself. </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4a4a4a;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;">(Although it seems like a nice thing to have, it's caught up to me,</span></span><br />
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<br />ascott7289http://www.blogger.com/profile/18108272527577225817noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-433104128650731509.post-50243844430868069832012-05-07T17:41:00.000-07:002012-05-09T09:49:02.182-07:00The new chapter is slowly beginningHi, world.<br />
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I've been a little out of the loop lately. It was my last semester of my undergrad career. Super weird. Really depressing. Had to say goodbye to a lot of people: friends and co workers. Familiar routines and traditions. Familiar places. Job I had for four years. People I know everywhere I go. Coming home to friends, waking up to friends, running into friends, having meetings with friends, etc.<br />
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I have a May class til the 28th. It's Culture of Spain. And yes, I'm extremely bitter I have to take it since I was already <i>living</i> in Spain for five months... The credits got all screwed up there so now I have to retake it here. I'm so checked out of school mode too, sooo we'll see how that goes. :P But I need it to graduate. [Had my first day today; it wasn't as bad as I was expecting! But it's two hours and 40 minutes long, and he didn't give us any breaks... I had to leave part way through because sitting that long kills me.] Then after that, I'll be moving back home to the Cities to volunteer/ get field experience the Hennepin County Juvenile Delinquency Center. I have to volunteer there for 120 hours to finish my Child Advocacy Studies minor up. Then I'll be done.<br />
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How strange of a feeling. I'm growing up. I'm going to miss college life. I've met so many amazing people here, especially in just the past semester. Special thanks to MWMF and FRFF and all the Winona regulars for giving me the opportunity to get to know them better. And of course Chartwells... I met most of my closest friends from working there. We're all going our separate ways this summer and after that, I won't be in school anymore and they will be. Ack. I know it's normal to feel this way, and it happens to everyone who graduates probably... But this is what I've known for FIVE YEARS. (Yes, five years. I went to school part-time for the last couple years to save money) And then I have to get a big girl job and pay off my THOUSANDS of dollars of debt... Yuck. Hopefully I pay it off before I die. ;)<br />
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Now that it's summer, hopefully I can blog more. I'm hoping to clean out and get rid of a lot of the crap in my room... It's all built up after living in my same room for two years. I honestly don't know how I've accumulated that much shit! Haha, oh well. Hopefully I can just have a whole day dedicated to making heaps of things to donate to Goodwill/ Savers. It needs to be done!<br />
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The new chapter in my life is slowly beginning... Here we go!ascott7289http://www.blogger.com/profile/18108272527577225817noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-433104128650731509.post-37717368301792403902012-04-16T15:54:00.000-07:002012-04-16T15:54:34.047-07:00Life planning: Wait, what?!So we go to elementary school, then middle school, then high school, then [usually] college, then we graduate, get big boy/girl jobs, get married, have babies, and live happily ever after....right?<br />
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HA. Not at all, folks...<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic0s-UvSU_7F1xzLHtYa87H0UKtuPDigwyo1zCnXPDFbJY2a7rH5L8506uiB4tSmwRzMyXd2E3AtUVLPVqoz9zqQ7w4Epx8EjzLx-4u46IwBDlNtaAgHdUMnLvXroVjRjqlGRpcpij6T4/s1600/221520875391360298_cvZl2juV_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic0s-UvSU_7F1xzLHtYa87H0UKtuPDigwyo1zCnXPDFbJY2a7rH5L8506uiB4tSmwRzMyXd2E3AtUVLPVqoz9zqQ7w4Epx8EjzLx-4u46IwBDlNtaAgHdUMnLvXroVjRjqlGRpcpij6T4/s320/221520875391360298_cvZl2juV_f.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Ok, I guess some people end up doing that. And good for them, if they've got their lives figured out at such a routinely convenient age. But then there's the rest of the us who have no freaking clue what we want to do with our lives. We have no clue where we want to go. I say we because I know I'm not alone in this feeling.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibsAg0k1NV0xgzwFHOSwYrniKuNVnEqKFiH6gw8Yi-M7bN2Xx7miCPr0lOgidKfDi1qMcDMD1a93yl-e48fmzCsoQJOrwaQw-sZI8F0MlcFTMauzIB8TfCtrvV-X2pe63sxSgVqD8-0X4/s1600/132996995215896048_E7Mr7Mrq_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibsAg0k1NV0xgzwFHOSwYrniKuNVnEqKFiH6gw8Yi-M7bN2Xx7miCPr0lOgidKfDi1qMcDMD1a93yl-e48fmzCsoQJOrwaQw-sZI8F0MlcFTMauzIB8TfCtrvV-X2pe63sxSgVqD8-0X4/s320/132996995215896048_E7Mr7Mrq_f.jpg" width="214" /></a></div>But seriously. I'm graduating in under two months and I have no clue what is going to happen! When I was a special education major, my plan was exactly the one I started this post with. I was going to student teach and get a full time teaching job easily, etc. But now... I feel like I have no goals. I'm so checked out of school right now. I need to just finish it off, but it is getting to be more and more difficult to find motivation to do that! I think I want to be a counselor. But I can't actually do that until I have a Master's degree. And I can't get a Master's until I can afford it. And I can't afford it until my undergrad debt (heaps and heaps of it) is paid off. And the undergrad debt can't get paid off until I have a [good enough] job. And I can't have a good enough job until I get experience...and so on, and so on. *sigh* What a cycle, right?<br />
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<a href="http://ellelabohemienne.blogspot.com/">Kayla</a> and I were just talking about this today, how it's crazy that people/ society/ culture expects people to just automatically know what we want to do "for the rest of our lives"! That's ridiculous. How could anyone possibly know what they want in the rest of life when they're only 22/23 years old? There are still at least ~60+ years left in life to figure that out. Why do we have to rush it? Well, I guess because we have bills to pay and debt to pay off...and many times kids to take care of, bla bla bla.<br />
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Growing up and being the real world is so scary! I'm seriously going to miss the whole college environment. I won't miss the money, boring classes, tests, etc. But MAN, I'll miss seeing people I know <i>everywhere</i>- literally- everywhere I go, I know someone! I'll miss waking up late, and staying up late. I'll miss walking everywhere. I'll miss having spontaneous hang out times/ coffee/ lunch/ parties with people. It's so great! I'm so thankful for having met so many wonderful people here, and I hope to stay in touch with them for years and years to come as well. :)<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><i>“Some day you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again." -- C.S. Lewis</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><i><br />
</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818;">“For, after all, you do grow up, you do outgrow your ideals, which turn to dust and ashes, which are shattered into fragments; and if you have no other life, you just have to build one up out of these fragments. And all the time your soul is craving and longing for something else. And in vain does the dreamer rummage about in his old dreams, raking them over as though they were a heap of cinders, looking in these cinders for some spark, however tiny, to fan it into a flame so as to warm his chilled blood by it and revive in it all that he held so dear before, all that touched his heart, that made his blood course through his veins, that drew tears from his eyes, and that so splendidly deceived him!” </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">― <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/3137322.Fyodor_Dostoyevsky" style="text-decoration: none;">Fyodor Dostoyevsky</a></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJIVUndVMpL3eQ50HpYIkAgiMTPWwKb1naV-qOsuilx-oYn3gTl-K4orJoOLzrT6jZN0cfflYuLqHBGvuSD9lQCFnX2Ja7SDzULoXoDLNoyKREv-7PPMqF7km_RxfdUw4TQ7PorTbbgnI/s1600/10555380346796164_d9TdYq7t_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="119" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJIVUndVMpL3eQ50HpYIkAgiMTPWwKb1naV-qOsuilx-oYn3gTl-K4orJoOLzrT6jZN0cfflYuLqHBGvuSD9lQCFnX2Ja7SDzULoXoDLNoyKREv-7PPMqF7km_RxfdUw4TQ7PorTbbgnI/s320/10555380346796164_d9TdYq7t_f.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: xx-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">(all photos from <a href="http://pinterest.com/ascott7289/">my pinterest</a>)</span></span></div>ascott7289http://www.blogger.com/profile/18108272527577225817noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-433104128650731509.post-48839059097284455832012-04-12T18:33:00.000-07:002012-04-12T18:33:36.756-07:00The Perfect WeekendHey all! I apologize [again] for lack of blogging... There's been a lot going on [again], so I haven't really been focused on blogging so much. But I do need to share my perfect weekend story with you all because it's just too much to hold inside!<br />
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It was easter weekend, so my friends and I drove up the Twin Cities. My Nepali friend Ravi and Sri Lankan friend Tasha were invited to stay with my family and I for the weekend to celebrate with us.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><b><u>Friday</u></b></div>We drove up (leaving an hour later than I had wanted... shocking, I know :P) and jammed out to great tunes the whole way. We arrived to my house and were greeted by two new "members" of our family: my sister's friends Khushboo and Maneesha- who are also both from Nepal and Sri Lanka! We then all took off and went to the Mall of America, as Khush and Manee had never been there before. After that we dropped M, K, and E off at home; and Ravi, Tash, and I were off to see Trevor Hall in concert!<br />
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We got there early enough where we had time to buy merchandise...and since we were part of the first 100 people, <b>we got to do a meet and greet after the concert!</b> The music was blissfully perfect. I mean, his music is already perfect, but when it's live and you're a <i>part</i> of it? It's a million times better. We danced, drank, sang along...and touched him! He crowd surfed off the stage AND off the balcony of the theatre!!! And I <b>got it on tape!</b> It was perfect timing... I shoved my drink in Tasha's hands and immediately recorded his jump off the balcony. Haha... Words can't describe the happiness we felt after A) touching him on the way (only his hand/ leg, no worries :P) and B) precisely timing the recording of him jumping into the crowd. I also met a guy who was getting a tattoo just earlier that day at the SAME TIME as Trevor! So he was put on the guest list and joined us in the meet and greet afterwards.<br />
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We waited in line with these awesome [crazy] girls... and finally got to meet Trevor! I told him I liked his tattoos, he signed my poster, Tash hugged him and had him sign her shirt... It was so great. I really just love that man. So, so much. Nick (tattoo guy) invited us out to the bars afterward, but we ended up losing him in a crowd, so the [crazy, awesome] girls we met invited us to come with them to a different bar! We went; it was fun... Had some good talks with them, etc. Then we dropped Ravi off at his sister's house, and Tash and I went home...where we were greeted by friends and a rabbit. Ha, it was grand. I had seen Trevor in concert before, but even the second time- it was life changing. He is so inspirational and his voice- HIS VOICE! It's so magical. Mmm...<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><b><u>Saturday</u></b></div><div style="text-align: left;">Grandma and Grandpa Scott (B and B as we call them) came to town Saturday morning. Em and her friends went down to El Burrito Mercado, where they have authentic Mexican goodies, and they brought back this triple salsa sampler which consisted of medium, spicy, and crazy-spicy salsas. We all gathered around them with a GIANT bag of chips and annihilated ALL THE CHIPS AND SALSA. We were all dying (eyes watering, noses running, etc.) from the intensity of the salsas. It was delicious. We hung out for a while, then all the cousins came over and we had our annual easter egg hunt in the house... Unfortunately, my sister Lexi and Grandma miscounted the eggs so not everyone got the same amount... I ended up with just two eggs. :P Ha, but it was fun nonetheless... It's all about the experience not the material goods. (Even though I definitely stole some of my cousin's fruit snacks... Hehehe) After hanging out with the family, Tash, Khush, Manee and I went to the Nepali New Year celebration to watch Ravi dance and have delicious Nepali food! It was a tad on the boring side due to entirely too much talking and un-organization... but seeing Ravi dance (and meeting a new friend: the cutest little girl who fell in love with Tasha) was totally worth it!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">After the celebration, we headed off to Northfield for a party with some of my former high school classmates. We got some food on the way, and jammed out to tunes again (of course) in attempts to wake ourselves up for the party. It was about 10pm at this point, so you can see how we were tired. ;) We got there and I ended up realizing I had gone to school with basically everyone there! Ha, it was kind of a weird flashback. We had some drinks, played with bullets, guns, and military things, had a flood in the bathroom, had munchies, watched Archer before passing out around 3am or so. It was great. Totally worth the hour long drive out there!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTqRNXpG8oeHNvzqx9JOFO_ev9q1NU7P_kWvOdXxQecujRp_56rKz7nGWHw6usMvMc2QJN5u39xf6toi5o5wwMx28zv48wwso5cPFFfEiUy-pgfzbNNy6-JQstcu3Oq7eA5QMV7xZq-yg/s1600/IMG_4225.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTqRNXpG8oeHNvzqx9JOFO_ev9q1NU7P_kWvOdXxQecujRp_56rKz7nGWHw6usMvMc2QJN5u39xf6toi5o5wwMx28zv48wwso5cPFFfEiUy-pgfzbNNy6-JQstcu3Oq7eA5QMV7xZq-yg/s320/IMG_4225.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">{Tasha rockin' the chemical resistant military boots}</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><u>Sunday</u></b></div><div style="text-align: left;">We woke up bright and early to make the trek back home. It was an absolutely beautiful day out, so of course we took advantage of it! We played corn hole, basketball, velcro catch, took a million pictures, and listened to Trevor Hall <b>ALL. DAY. </b>It was so marvelous. We had some great laughs and memories... Really. Mom's side of the fam came over, we had some tasty food and talked. Then the highlight of the day: Americans vs. Asians basketball game. It was EPIC. There was a perfect amount of people: 5 people for the Asian team, and 5 people for the American team. We hardly kept score; got really intense about it; liked to yell things frequently such as, "REBOUND! REBOUND!" or "KOU!" or "AY, AY, AY!" None of us wanted to leave... Tash and Ravi fell in love with my (our) family; we took [literally] 315 pictures throughout the weekend. It was just perfect! Then we headed back to Winona while reminiscing all the memories we had shared and experienced. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg61dFBtEnEpR8UJxTN1YMqvdXGHqPuCDDWmDqhd9pFTMfQ6rZBlWlWLhHGDEW6iSIIAIe_13Fsg-ji89S2LVE5AvSjTlm7-Wa7KpnDikHjIzeBWNGDvzelhyxtxsM5UlJO2_v6TMvnY7I/s1600/IMG_4354.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg61dFBtEnEpR8UJxTN1YMqvdXGHqPuCDDWmDqhd9pFTMfQ6rZBlWlWLhHGDEW6iSIIAIe_13Fsg-ji89S2LVE5AvSjTlm7-Wa7KpnDikHjIzeBWNGDvzelhyxtxsM5UlJO2_v6TMvnY7I/s320/IMG_4354.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">{Happy family in the sun}</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">~ BLISS ~</div>ascott7289http://www.blogger.com/profile/18108272527577225817noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-433104128650731509.post-50354774372437275972012-04-03T22:25:00.000-07:002012-04-03T22:25:02.537-07:00Something's Off...Do you know that feeling?<div style="text-align: center;"><b><u>Do you know that feeling...</u></b></div><div style="text-align: left;">when you lose something, but you don't have any idea where it is?</div><div style="text-align: left;">when you're forgetting something, but you don't know what it is?</div><div style="text-align: left;">when you feel guilty about something, but you don't need to be?</div><div style="text-align: left;">when you're lost, and you can't find your way back to where you want to be?</div><div style="text-align: left;">when you want to say something to someone, but it's just not the right time to do so?</div><div style="text-align: left;">when you miss someone so much it hurts physically, psychologically, and emotionally?</div><div style="text-align: left;">when you have an urge to do something, but don't know how to go about doing it?</div><div style="text-align: left;">where you're just so overwhelmed with things, that all you can do to overcome it is to sit by yourself and cry for a while?</div><div style="text-align: left;">where all you want is to be optimistic, but pessimism keeps taking over?</div><div style="text-align: left;">where everyone is telling you a million things, and you don't know what your own feelings are anymore?</div><div style="text-align: left;">where it seems like everything you've ever wanted has come crashing down, and you don't know how to handle the new path in front of you?</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Right now. All of these things are all I'm feeling. I don't know why. I don't know how. I need to fix it. I want it to change. It came out of nowhere. It's hard. I'm not sure how to handle it. So I'm venting here. Perhaps someone can relate? Anyone? Positive thoughts are welcomed.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">(source for all photos: pinterest)</span></div>ascott7289http://www.blogger.com/profile/18108272527577225817noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-433104128650731509.post-20358356888489313162012-04-02T20:27:00.000-07:002012-04-02T20:27:51.215-07:00Thrift stores vs. big ol' department storesHi blog loves!<br />
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Life's been a bit emotionally hectic over on this end, so I apologize for lack of blogging lately. I promise I haven't forgotten about this world and I will try my best to keep posting as much as possible!<br />
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So my friend and I went shopping at Target today, as she had to get a new shirt for a presentation she was giving. I remember when I could buy a sweater for $12 or so from there... Now they're all like, $20 or more?! What the heck!? I guess to most people this might not be expensive, and it probably isn't a shock. But I honestly can't remember the last time I paid full price for a brand new item of clothing.<br />
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Recently I've grown fond of shopping at thrift stores and consignment shops! Over spring break, Andrew and I went thrift store shopping all day and I had great success in my purchases. I think I spent less than $100 and I got multiple sweaters, shirts, skirts, and dresses... Talk about amazing deals! Plus, getting clothes used usually means it's not something everyone and their mom has. I hate dressing like everyone else. That just gets boring!<br />
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I know everyone has their own opinions on where they buy clothes, and if they want the expensive brand name stuff they will buy it. Which is totally fine! To each their own. I'm just so glad I have discovered the wonderfulness that is (well, I guess re-discovered because I have technically always known about them) thrift stores and consignment shops. I get compliments on every item of clothing I've bought secondhand; it's all super comfy; it's original and not usually something a lot of people own; and best of all IT'S CHEAP! I can't even imagine how much money I've saved from not buying brand new full priced clothes.<br />
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I mean sometimes it's "necessary" to buy something brand new, if it's an emergency or whatever. But I hardly even buy new clothes to begin with, so that's also a benefit for me. ;)<br />
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Goodwill, Savers, and small consignment shops are just my favorite places ever...<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Where are YOUR favorite places to shop for clothes?!</span></div>ascott7289http://www.blogger.com/profile/18108272527577225817noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-433104128650731509.post-10163472246670733032012-04-01T23:26:00.001-07:002012-04-01T23:27:37.489-07:00Thank you, Kayla and internet wordsDue to lack of words on how my life has been going lately... I am going to share my best friend <a href="http://ellelabohemienne.blogspot.com/">Kayla's</a> newest blog post with you all because I've got a lot going on and can't find the words or ability to express it in a blog post. Yet Kayla, and other people's quotes, surprisingly described things perfectly. So read it. Check it out. Everything in this is just... Yea. Perfection for now.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://ellelabohemienne.blogspot.com/2012/04/my-feelings-in-words-of-others.html">Please read. Here it is. :)</a></div>ascott7289http://www.blogger.com/profile/18108272527577225817noreply@blogger.com0