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On October 1st, I woke up and the first thing I said was, “IT’S BOOT SEASON!” Now that is not the only exciting thing about it officially being October. During the first week of October, I download my “Halloween Playlist” back onto my iPhone and my laptop. This playlist typically consists of 10-15 songs, it just depends on what I want to include on it. I include all the traditional Halloween music, however sometimes I like to include Disney Channel Soundtracks, such as the movies that I grew up watching, that were considered spooky. This year however I am keeping it strictly Halloween themed. Also if you want the playlist, visit my Spotify!
This is Halloween from The Nightmare Before Christmas
Thriller by Michael Jackson
The Monster Mash by Bobby (Boris) Pickett
Ghostbusters by Ray Parker Jr.
Spooky Scary Skeleton by Andrew Gold
I Put a Spell on You by Annie Lennox
Time Warp from Rocky Horror Picture Show
Spooky Scary Skeleton (remix) By The Living Tombstone
Seven Wonders by Fleetwood Mac
Bad Moon Rising by Creedence Clearwater Revival
Werewolves of London by Warren Zevon
Somebody’s Watching Me by Rockwell ft. Michael Jackson
Medley: This is Halloween/Werewolves in London/Ghostbusters from The Sing Off
As most people know, I have been house jumping for almost two years now. Straight out of high school I ended up house jumping at few different friends’ houses and had quite a few jobs to keep me afloat. Earlier this year Brandon and I decided that we would try and find an apartment of our own, and thus we would be roommates. It seemed far-fetched at the time, mainly because I had struggled to get approved by multiple different apartments. And at first, it was hard. Brandon and I started looking at a dozen different apartments, most were weeded out due to issues with pet policies or distance. However, after searching for nearly five months we ended up directly down the road to where we had currently lived. In August, we got approved at the apartment of our dreams. It had everything we were looking for, including some bonuses.
We have spent nearly two weeks in our new home, and everything is slowly but surely coming together. Our family has grown as well. We started out with just Alfred, the guinea pig, then in early August Brandon adopted a bearded dragon, named Glaurung. About three weeks ago, we needed up adopting a kitten, and her name is Nala. I never thought I would be anything but a dog person, yet here I am, taking care of a reptile and a kitten. All the animals get along, except for Alfred and Glaurung. It’s not that they are aggressive towards each other, it is just that, for a short period of time their cages were next to each other and that ended up causing some sort of conflict between them. Glaurung’s crickets that would make noise, Alfred getting up at 2 am and making all sorts of noises with his cage. That’s okay though, because Nala gets along with both Glaurung and Alfred.
On other notes, Brandon continues to work on his book, and I am still getting my poetry together and making notes about what the poems mean to me. Hopefully by Christmas or New Year’s I will have a rough draft of what I would like my first poem book to look like. I don’t really know when Brandon’s first book will be finished, but I know he’s also working on short stories and some other creative writings.
I still would like to continue to blog about new food places that Brandon and I go to, we just haven’t been able to get out of Northern Kentucky since we have moved into our new home. Financing our money is now a huge priority. However, hopefully soon we will be able to eat somewhere awesome and I can write about it. There are so many restaurants that I haven’t been to that I would love to write about, maybe even ones I have been to, that I just haven’t talked about.
Brandon and I, for the first time in five years, did not make it to comic-con. Rent is due this week, and therefore we had to make some budgeting cuts. We were both super upset, because so many people and vendors we love were going. However, there is always next year. It will always be a tradition, just like hosting Friendsgiving and Friendsmas. Which we do plan to host again this year. Which will also be documented just as the Christmas Recipes will be.
I am also a part of a really cool organization called Speak Love, which is an all inclusive group that focuses on loving and respecting one another, no matter our walk of life. I’ve known about the group for about five years now, and every year I go to the Anthony Munoz Conference, however Nick (who started Speak Love and is my mentor) came to me and told me that he thought I would enjoy volunteering with the group. He was right, I am not trying to start a branch at Gateway, so more students can be a part of it. Speak Love means so much to me right now, just because I struggled so much to find peace in my heart and now I feel like I have that.
All our friends are doing well as well. New chapters in their lives have begun and I couldn’t be happier to be a part of all of them. I don’t want to spill the beans on them, because a lot of our mutual friends have a more private profile, but I can tell you that Hypha is doing great (Also I know she reads this blog faithfully, so if I don’t at least mention her I know I am going to be in for it). Everyone in my life seems to be doing well, Phoebe started school a few weeks ago, and although I told her Kindergarten doesn’t last forever, that there are other grades that come after that, she still says she loves school. My grandparents are enjoying the traveling lifestyle, which I’m so happy that they are doing. My grandparents have done so much for all their grandchildren (especially me) the last five years, and now that all of us are all grown up, it’s time that they start thinking about themselves.
That’s about it with my life right now. Not really traveling, but still writing. Still (trying) to do well in school, although it’s hard with being a part-time worker and having other stresses. But I’m learning to cope with those stresses a lot better, through therapy. I am happy for all of my friends with their lives and how they are living. Overall, after a year of drought, I’m finally getting some rain, so now I’m just going to wait and see how many plants grow.
Until next time,
I’m sitting at the dining room table. It’s been a long day of school, and my parents expect me to say something more than, “It was boring.” Which, no matter how true it was, apparently saying it seems worse than telling a lie. “It was great. I learned new things.” I could tell them that, however that involves another conversation… which includes saying what I learned.
What did I learn today? In second bell Marcus decided to throw an eraser at Isabell, who then made a huge scene, which the teacher bought. In study hall, I finally finished my sketchbook, with my own version of Vincent van Gogh’s Starry Night. At lunch, I again sat by myself, but that’s mainly because my group of friends no longer exist. Well, Maria still has my back. You rat a kid out once for cheating and suddenly you’re the snitch of the eighth grade.
It was at that moment that I realized that my parents were staring at me. I had a plate full of chicken, rice and broccoli and hadn’t touched it yet. It was father’s favorite meal, which meant mother was up to something. “Placement tests for the art school is a month.” My mother said, while looking at my father. This was an argument which they had been having for a month now. Mom wants the art school, and father wants the public school, which he attended. The issue with both was that I wanted to get far away and just live a bit. And as usual, they go off into their own conversation on why the other is right.
There is no time like the present.
“So, as it happens, I found a really good school for next year.” My parents look at me clueless. This had been the longest running conversation at the dinner table. The conversation about my future beat out our conversation on how we would beat the apocalypse. Which is a conversation we’ve been having for over a year now, due to all the apocalyptic shows my father watches.
“That’s good sweetie!” She’s trying to be supportive, but every word is cracking because she doesn’t want me to go to the district public school.
“Wherever you want to go, is where we will send you.” He says confident that I’ll pick the cheapest future for myself, go into the family business and still be highly successful.
There is no time like the present. I play with my fingers and scramble the words out. “There’s a boarding school, about four hours away, located in Nevada.” My parent’s jaws are dropped. For once they can agree on one thing, I was going crazy. I have an opportunity to live my life outside Roseburg, Idaho and be proud of it. I don’t have friends here and it will be hard enough going to high school.
Many moments pass.
I start to eat. I’m scarfing down my plate, so I can leave the table and go to my room. Nobody is talking. They both can’t be thinking that much, they barely think that much in general. As they continue to sit in silence, I get up. I push in my chair and clean my dish.
“Sweetheart, wait.” My father, holds out his hand. He’s going to give me that, father side hug and tell me what a huge mistake I’m making. That boarding school is for teens with issues. I don’t have issues, obviously, because I’m their little girl. But I please him and walk over. Leaving my dish in the sink.
“May I ask why you’d want to go to this boarding school?” If I knew he was going to ask questions, I would have prepared for them.
“Well… um…” How do I put something so cruel, into the nicest words for such fragile people? I’m fourteen years old, that’s not how the world is supposed to work.
“I want to move away, be on my own. I want to experience new people, and can say I enjoyed it. Staying here, where the sun hardly shines makes me depressed. I don’t have friends at school, my teachers keep sending home notes saying they need you to sign off on things, which I then sign. It’s not that you two did anything wrong, or that you messed up… But secretly I’m wanting more.”
My father hugs me, and for once he’s on my side. “Okay, I understand. I’m not hurt, and if it’s what you want then I’m sure your mother and I can get –” He’s cut off right in the middle of his heart warming speech. A speech I desperately needed from him. Why would my mother do such a thing? This may be the only time I get this from him.
“No.” The most understanding person in this room says. She gets up and walks out of the room. I sit down at the table once more.
Father looks at me and says, “Maybe next dinner she’ll be alright.”
1 in 7 men will also encounter some sort of domestic violence. So, out of 600, that means 85 men will experience domestic violence. For women, it is 1 in 4. Using the same 600 that means 150. More personally, my graduating class had 222 women in it. That means, out of those women, 55 of them would experience domestic violence in their life time. Sadly, one of them was me.
In December, I considered myself lucky. I thought, those numbers would never be me. You see, the older generation, taught the next generation that, yes the world is cruel and full of unfortunate things but, we are lucky enough that we only see it on the news. That only big cities, or people who walk near alleyways are going to get hurt. We tell ourselves that we should feel safe, that we have no reason NOT to feel safe. But we never truly know how unsafe we are. The cruel world that we see on the news, is just around the corner. Things like domestic violence, assault and battery, they don’t just happen to people in alleyways. They don’t happen to people who keep their doors unlocked. They don’t just happen to people who live in big cities. On top of that, it’s not always committed by people that you don’t know. Sometimes it’s people you willingly invite into your home. People who you trust and even care for.
On January 4th at 8:30 am, Assault and Battery happened in my kitchen and dining room. By people I’ve known my whole life. Since that moment, all I could think about was, “why”? I had a personal connection to these people, it’s something I would have never seen coming. At night, I don’t close my eyes counting sheep anymore. When I close my eyes, I see myself being hit, repeatedly. I see myself being thrown to the floor, my head pounding against the hardwood and my back being kicked.
Everyone tells me that my bruises don’t look bad, but when I look in the mirror, all I see is the purple and blue marks that now cover around my eye. A nice warm hug seems nice, until I realize that I’m trapped within someone’s body. It’s the little things that I loved doing that now seem so scary. All because I was told, “It would never be me.” Because I was told, that good kids like me don’t get hurt like that. That obviously, only people who throw punches receive punches.
I refuse to think like that anymore. I have children, young ladies looking up to me. If I told them, that the cruel world is miles and miles away from where they slept. I would be lying. That world is right outside our doorstep. In these past days, I’ll admit I let this one incident consume my life. Because I was… I am scared. It’s not a matter of “If” it happens to me, it’s a matter of “when” it happens to me. Nobody should have to live like this.
I can’t just let what go happen to me. I shouldn’t be asked not to press charges because someone might get upset or hurt. What happened to me is unacceptable, and naive to think that it would never happen again. I am 1 in 4, and eventually I’ll be okay.
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Way back when I was about six years old, my aunt introduced these fan favorites to my brother and I. She told us, that she had a friend named Kathy who would make them during the christmas season. They didn’t have a name for the treats, so my aunt just started calling them Kathy Treats.
The fun thing about these, is that you can only bake them when it’s the winter season. They require Hersey Hugs, which only go on sale from November to January. They are known as a “deluxe” Hersey candy. However, although they are supposed to stay in stores until January they sell out extremely quick. I start buying the Hersey Hugs around the second week of November, mainly because they are super cheap in the beginning, whereas near the end of their shelf life they jump up one or two dollars.
What You’ll Need:
At least 4 bags of Hersey Hugs . (There are roughly 50 Hersey Hugs in each bag)
1 Salted twisted Pretzel Bag (different from the featured image)
4 bags of original M & Ms
2 cookie sheet pans
3.) After Baking:
200 Hersey Hugs = 16 or 17 Dozens
*Bake/Cool Time: 15 minutes (each batch)
*Time differs for each baker.
On this day, I have so many things to be thankful for. Looking back at these past eleven months, so many people have helped me become a stronger woman. In the past year, I graduated high school, started college, got a job I actually enjoy going to and so much more. No matter what my journey was or what my current journey is, I know that I’m not doing it alone. I have a wonderful support system, that is literally on standby any time I need them.
There is so much negativity in the world right now, that today I’m happy to be sharing it with positive people. 2016 has been through a lot as well. A flower was grown in space, and NASA started their project to send a probe to jupiter. Leonardo DiCaprio won an oscar, J.K Rowling wrote another book and the Star Wars Saga was revived.
This year my friends and I are getting together for a Friends-giving. We get so busy throughout the year that sometimes it’s easy to forget what brings us all together. I hope that while we enjoy the turkey and the pumpkin pie, we remember the little things in our lives that have made it worth living.
Sixteen reasons I’m thankful for 2016:
1.) Second chances, because sometimes all you need is a double take.
2.) NDA for preparing me for college and for my college advisors who sit with me for hours, so i can pick my perfect schedule.
3.) Stress Relief lotions and Sleep Candles.
4.) The guy that road the bus with me for three months, to make sure nobody followed me home. Also, because when it stormed really badly, my school supplies would have gotten soaked, had he not given me his only umbrella while waiting for the bus.
5.) To the woman who sold me my first car. Thank you for letting me buy it in October instead of January.
6.) My health.
7.) My job and co-workers. (plus the company I work for )
8.) Photo albums, that remind me of great memories and stories to tell.
9.) Daring myself to push the limits and get out of my comfort zone. Which ultimately made me a better person.
10.) The followers and the viewers. Whether it be social media or this blog, thank you for always listening to what I have to say.
11.) I’m thankful for the military that keeps my country safe, so that I may live a life full of opportunities.
12.) That Pope Francis is highly involved with the 2016 culture.
13.) Being able to donate blood every two months. I’ve saved five lives so far, and receiving those letters make my day.
14.) For those who entered my life and then decided to leave. You have made me a stronger person.
15.) Hypha, who spends up to an hour of her day editing these blogs before they go public.
16.) Britney Spear’s album Glory.