Friday, November 30, 2012

Some would call it an addiction, I call it a passion.

No rush or high can be compared to that of buying a new book, the excitement and anticipation of the story to come. The mystery of the unknown is a high in a of itself, it's a drug unlike any other.

Friday, November 23, 2012


     For some reason this thought just hit me, a lightbulb if you will just went off inside my head; inspired by a Subway sandwich of all things.
     But I digress, the truly amazing thing that has me in awe is people. I sitting on my lunch break, eating the subway I ordered, and the though suddenly occurred to me ... Well memory rather, because at my very first job me and my coworkers would order Subway together every Thursday night. It was our little ritual, our tradition for probably about a year before it stopped. (Another story for another time)
     I remember the people though, those of us that used to order together and eat together and basically made memories together. The weirdest most absurd conversations would go on around that table and I loved every one of them. But of those people, that little group, I only talk regularly to one person.
     Honestly at this point I barely remember what it was like to not be friends with her, she's like another half of my brain I never knew was missing. The others however, one has since passed on, losing her unfortunate battle to cancer more than a year ago. One I still speak too and see occasionally, life happens right?? She has her life and I have mine but we still really enjoy way others company and see each other whenever we can.
     The fourth though, I honestly don't know what happened there. Life happened I guess, I lived mine the way I wanted too. Did the things that would make me happy. But she just couldn't deal and somehow that's my fault.
     I'm not sure why or how that happened and it makes me sad that people can be so petty. But I will never apologize for doing something that makes me happiest, that gave me great memories and even greater friends that I can count on.
So that's the amazing part, the people that come into your life and are supportive no matter what. Those people that become invaluable to you; people you meet that change you forever ... for the good.

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Happy Founders Day!!

"At last, all was finished on Tuesday...November 27, 1888, but there was one more meeting of the two friends on the following afternoon before they separated for the Thanksgiving recess, at the top of the college building in what was then the Philological Library. It was there that the two girls embraced each other and said 'Tri Delta is founded'...It is not strange that the hearts of these sponsors were full of emotion as together they went out of the college building, for each felt there were added reasons why her Thanksgiving should be a very happy one. When they came to the parting of the ways at the historic Boston Common, Miss Pond said, 'We can make the girls we initiate promise secrecy, but what shall hold us two?' So there in the shadow of the old Park Street Church, with a bright new moon and three brilliant stars nearby...the two faithful friends clasped hands and said, 'In the presence of these myriads of witnesses, I swear eternal loyalty and fealty to Delta Delta Delta.'" 
Happy Founders' Day to all my sisters!! DL <3 BBPB

Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Being Politically Correct is a pain in the ASS!!

This is an email I received from my aunt and to me it speaks the truth.
Only hope we find GOD again before it is too late ! ! 

The following was written by Ben Stein and recited by him on CBS Sunday Morning Commentary.

My confession: 

I am a Jew, and every single one of my ancestors was Jewish. And it does not bother me even a little bit when people call those beautiful lit up, bejeweled trees, Christmas trees... I don't feel threatened.. I don't feel discriminated against.. That's what they are, Christmas trees. 

It doesn't bother me a bit when people say, 'Merry Christmas' to me. I don't think they are slighting me or getting ready to put me in a ghetto. In fact, I kind of like it. It shows that we are all brothers and sisters celebrating this happy time of year. It doesn't bother me at all that there is a manger scene on display at a key intersection near my beach house in Malibu . If people want a crèche, it's just as fine with me as is the Menorah a few hundred yards away. 

I don't like getting pushed around for being a Jew, and I don't think Christians like getting pushed around for being Christians. I think people who believe in God are sick and tired of getting pushed around, period. I have no idea where the concept came from, that America is an explicitly atheist country. I can't find it in the Constitution and I don't like it being shoved down my throat... 

Or maybe I can put it another way: where did the idea come from that we should worship celebrities and we aren't allowed to worship God as we understand Him? I guess that's a sign that I'm getting old, too. But there are a lot of us who are wondering where these celebrities came from and where the America we knew went to. 

In light of the many jokes we send to one another for a laugh, this is a little different: This is not intended to be a joke; it's not funny, it's intended to get you thinking.
In light of recent events... terrorists attack, school shootings, etc.. I think it started when Madeleine Murray O'Hare (she was murdered, her body found a few years ago) complained she didn't want prayer in our schools, and we said OK. Then someone said you better not read the Bible in school... The Bible says thou shalt not kill; thou shalt not steal, and love your neighbor as yourself. And we said OK.

Then Dr. Benjamin Spock said we shouldn't spank our children when they misbehave, because their little personalities would be warped and we might damage their self-esteem (Dr. Spock's son committed suicide). We said an expert should know what he's talking about.. And we said okay..

Now we're asking ourselves why our children have no conscience, why they don't know right from wrong, and why it doesn't bother them to kill strangers, their classmates, and themselves.

Probably, if we think about it long and hard enough, we can figure it out. I think it has a great deal to do with 'WE REAP WHAT WE SOW.' 

Funny how simple it is for people to trash God and then wonder why the world's going to hell. Funny how we believe what the newspapers say, but question what the Bible says. Funny how you can send 'jokes' through e-mail and they spread like wildfire, but when you start sending messages regarding the Lord, people think twice about sharing. Funny how lewd, crude, vulgar and obscene articles pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion of God is suppressed in the school and workplace. 

Are you laughing yet? 

Funny how when you forward this message, you will not send it to many on your address list because you're not sure what they believe, or what they will think of you for sending it. 

Funny how we can be more worried about what other people think of us than what God thinks of us. 

Pass it on if you think it has merit. 

If not, then just discard it... no one will know you did. But, if you discard this thought process, don't sit back and complain about what bad shape the world is in.
My Best Regards, Honestly and respectfully, 

Ben Stein
I was born and raised as a Roman Catholic, I don't say Happy Holidays I say Merry Christmas; do I intend to insult people or belittle their beliefs?? Of course not! All I mean to convey are good wishes for the holiday season, regardless of what you and your family celebrate. I celebrate Christmas, therefore my first instinct is to wish people a Merry Christmas. I'd have to say that's probably what people respond to most of all; instinct! It's your instinct to wish people a Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, or whatever holiday you celebrate.
I can honestly say that if someone wished me a Happy Hanukkah I wouldn't be offended. I don't necessarily celebrate Hanukkah, but I understand the impulse and the good place those feelings are coming from.
And although I think being politically correct is a pain and sometimes people are just a little too sensitive (especially with this whole holiday situation) I do think we all need to be aware of other people and their beliefs. For instance nothing mad me sadder/made me lose more respect for my former boss than what happened with our Holiday Party a few years ago.
Long story short I used to work for my town, essentially a government office, therefore we had to separate church and state. That's just the way it is and how it had to be. Well every year the village would put on a Holiday party for all it's employees in every aspect of the town, garbage men, library, pool, etc. And that's what it was, a holiday party, where we could all get together have some good food and just relax and have a good time.
My boss one year however, felt the need to complain rather loudly and publicly that it should just be a Christmas party. And I quote, "Hanukkah is over so we should only be celebrating Christmas." I'm sorry?!?! Did you not notice that two of your employees who are Jewish are seated not ten feet away?!?! Now bless the two of them for not going back at him tit for tat when they really should have and been totally justified. However they both bit their lips and just let it go.
To only make matters worse, my former boss, has a law degree! He should know better than anyone that there is a separation of church and state. Unfortunately he is a narrowed minded man with little or no respect at all for anyone else.This moment was one of many that made me slowly lose respect for this man. It's narrow minded people like him that make political correctness a necessary evil, people like him that can't just go with the flow when trying to respect everyone's beliefs.
Just go with the flow people! Trust me having a holiday party and not a Christmas party at work is not a big deal. You can still celebrate Christmas and go to church with your family, still celebrate Hanukkah, still celebrate Arbor Day! Whatever! No one is stopping you from celebrating the holiday you want to celebrate, however you feel it should be celebrated, so don't try to stop other people from celebrating their holidays either.

Prove Cynics Wrong

Sunday, November 18, 2012

Rantings & Ravings of a Mad Woman

Original 'Pet Peeve' Post is on my Tumblr:

Okay, so I have another pet peeve and yes once again it's about books. I'd apologize but I'm not sorry, books are my life, they were my salvation when I was extremely depressed and they're my escape when reality becomes vastly overrated. I'm also a writer and an aspiring author so the craft and the art of writing is something I feel very strongly about.
Which brings me to my real pet peeve, and it was sparked by the new Breaking Dawn promos. Have I seen the movie? No, not yet. I probably will at some point or another but I haven't yet. I have however read the book, and yes I did pay attention when I was reading the book so just from the promos I already know the directors and producers have changed a significant part of the story.
If I recall correctly there was no battle, no one fought, in fact most of them never even got within twenty feet of one another. The Cullens and the Volturi stood at opposite ends of that field and stared at each other for 25 pages. So where did this great, big battle come from?!? Creative license there, I think so.
But as annoying as that is it's not even the part that irritates me the most. What really annoys me is this supposed twist ending to the story.
It's a book!! You do not, under any circumstances, change the ending of a story that's already been written. The story has already been established and I can assure you that Stephenie Meyer worked very hard on the ending, because they're not easy! This has happened once before when I saw Dear John and yeah I was annoyed then too! The ending is the way it is for a reason, that is one area in which creative license should never be taken.
I can honestly say that if someone were to take a book/story that I had written, turned it into a movie and decided to change the ending/plot that I had worked so hard on I would be furious. Writing is hard, it keeps you up at night and it consumes your life. As a writer I carry around other lives with me, characters that speak to me at odd times of day and characters that want to be produced for my next work.
This is one opinion I have that will never change, and I'm not sorry for voicing it.

Saturday, November 17, 2012

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Happy ... Happy ... Happy ...

Today is my 23rd birthday, I know I feel so old yet so young at the same time. It's a Catch-22, no longer a kid but not quite ready to be an adult.
Which leads me to my real point; today I of course received many well wishes and just love from all places. But I think what really strikes me the most are those people that didn't just take the easy way out. I'm talking about those people that didn't just post on my Facebook or use that as a reminder that I am in fact another year older today.
Those people that took the time out and contacted me directly, those people that show me they really care.
Now I am in no way belittling the efforts of those that posted on my Facebook, because I am truly grateful to anyone that took the time out to send me good thoughts and happy wishes. But I really love the extra little something that those few put into my birthday and would text or call me.
I still can't believe I'm 23, this is so surreal. It's my first birthday that I haven't had to go to school (weekends notwithstanding). It's weird for me to technically be an adult and celebrating my birthday, going out to dinner with my family and celebrating with those people that are really and truly important to me. It's a new chapter in my life and I can't wait to see what's on the next page.

Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Graduation 2012

Ooh the memories, the times I wish I could back too and the moments I'll never forget.

Hotel Fallon

There must be a god!! Has to be!! Because after two weeks power has finally been restored and I think the mini-hotel I've been living in since the hurricane may finally be shutting down. Now don't get me wrong I love my family and of course we're happy to help out during a time of crisis, I mean really we'd be jerks not too. But my house, not exactly a castle, and spare bedrooms are few and far between. We have exactly one spare bedroom, that's right count 'em one! And it's not even a spare, it's my brother's bedroom but because he's away at school it means his bedroom becomes a guest room 6 months out of the year.
Problem is that one bedroom with one twin bed has not been enough to accommodate people staying with us, so we play musical beds. And y'all my sister is a freaking saint! She'll look at anything like its an adventure even sleeping on the floor in someone else's room because she had to give up her bed.
But now I feel like I can breathe again, there's less bodies and more space in my house. Less crowded. And basically means me and my sister can go back to acting crazy all the time, no more of this best behavior stuff. I mean, only sisters can get away with nearly killing each other because they had a disagreement over a book (I was right, btw).

Monday, November 12, 2012

Maybe Later ...

I will not put it off any longer.
My work comes first; it’s my priority.
Life happens, things come up; I’ll start later.
The weekend is here, time for a party.

Sunday! It’s due tomorrow, time to work.
Reading, writing, worksheets so much to do.
Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr my social quirk.
After midnight, still behind, makes me blue.

I need to focus, not procrastinate.
Email, I should respond to this, important
Paper due, counting down until the date.
Social media calls, resist! I can’t.

You’d think I’d be better using my time.
Procrastination is my heinous crime.

New Beginnings

     Okay, so it's time to be honest and in my effort to fully disclose to anyone that might possibly read this ... this is not my first attempt at Blogging.
     However so far, this blog is by far the easiest for me to use and connects with more of my accounts so yayy!! Plus there's an app for my phone so I can update on the go.
     Now I'm no Jenna from Awkward, truthfully I'm not even a fan of the how but my 16 year old sister is so it's on constantly, but I am a writer. My words are my art and like the title of my blog I do consider myself an artist. I don't paint, I don't sculpt and I don't get down and dirty like what many would consider a traditional artist to be. But I do have a craft, i do work hard and yes I do stay up at night trying to perfect my work. It's why I say I don't sleep, because many nights I don't. I'll stay up until my eyes and my head literally cant take it anymore before I shut down my computer.
     Now to be honest my first attempts at recording my thoughts, my rantings and ravings, started with journals and diaries. Good old pen and paper, books and books half-filled with the thoughts of a writer or a budding one as it may be. But I'm evolving with the times and somehow blogging just seems right, it's the 21st century journal ... and an App on my phone takes up much less space in my purse than one of my leather bound journals.
     Yes I said leather bound, no spiral notebooks for me, I like there to be some serious weight in my hand when I pick up a journal. And I love the smell of leather, especially when it's the binding that holds pages together. And before anyone starts judging me for liking the smell of books, just recall there are people that go crazy for that new car smell. I'll admit I used to be one of those people too, love that new car smell, however working in a car dealership means I've become pretty immune to the smell. Such a sad, sad day my friends.
     But thankfully even working in two libraries from the time I was fifteen until the time I graduated college working around that many books did not make me immune to their unique smell. It's an addiction and one that I don't want to be cured of ...