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Astro Guide 2012: Gemini - The Frisky

I read the predictions from the past couple of years, and they were all right on ... it's a bit bizarre reading them after the fact and seeing that these things came true. This makes me excited for what this new year has to come! I'm graduating nursing school and will finally begin my life!

Astro Guide 2012: Gemini - The Frisky:

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How have you made someone feel?

"I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel."
Maya Angelou

My little hero!

Who needs a man when I have Baxter around to kill spiders?

She is by Ben Rector

One day someone will sing this about me ....
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She hails from Boston
She hates the sound that goodbyes make
She loves Sunday's and champagne
She can't stand the winter, she can't stand anything that she can't change
She can't change

She is whatever she wants to be
She is a little of everything
Mixed up so tough in a beautiful way
She's got the world at her fingertips
She makes beauty look effortless
And I want everything she is
She is
She is
Well I want everything she is

We can talk for hours
But she wrote the book on hard to get
No it don't matter what I say
I could buy her flowers
But that's just too cliché to impress a girl like her
But y'know I kinda like it that way


She is whatever she wants to be
She is a little of everything
Mixed up so tough in a beautiful way
She's got the world at her fingertips
She makes beauty look effortless
And I want everything she is
She is
She is
Well I want everything she is



All I think about
And I can't do without
The good, the bad, the somewhere in-between
Oh because I want everything she is

Whatever she wants to be
She's a little of everything
Mixed up so tough
In a beautiful way


She is whatever she wants to be
She is a little of everything
Mixed up so tough in a beautiful way
She's got the world at her fingertips
She makes beauty look effortless
And I want everything she is
She is
She is
Well I want everything she is

Life is good

I feel so blessed to have the life that I have. There are so many ups and downs but I don't think that I would have it any other way. The bad times makes me appreciate the good times that much more. There are people that have come  in and out of my life and each one have taught me a new lesson. AND for whatever reason I haven't kept them in my life but I will forever hold them in my heart because of all that they have taught me. So for that I'm grateful to have had those experiences. Through each adversity that I've conquered, I know I am worth it and that I am strong enough to make it through anything.

The house feels soooo empty!

The little boo is staying at Grandma's this week because I've been working 12 hours days back to back.  The house feels so incredibly empty without. He's so stinking cute! I love having him around. He gives me so much joy.  I can't wait to have him back. One more night of work. A lot of studying tomorrow. Maybe a date? Then the boo comes back on Monday. We're both so lucky to have my aunt in our lives. She loves him so much as does my uncle. I know he's in good hands with them :o)

On another note, I met someone last night at work who makes my knees weak! I felt like a little girl while talking to him. I was nervous and shaky. It was a nice feeling. I hope to work with him again. It would be nice. On that note ... I should probably start getting ready. Last 12 hour night for the week!

10 Things You Should Never Say To An Emotional Woman - The Frisky

Guys should memorize this list! It would make life so much easier for everyone!

10 Things You Should Never Say To An Emotional Woman - The Frisky:

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The Soapbox: What It Means To Be A Gentleman - The Frisky

Interesting read ... I'd have to say that I like to be treated like a lady by a gentleman.

The Soapbox: What It Means To Be A Gentleman - The Frisky:

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Baxter Boo

I have the cutest puppy dog in the world.  He's incredibly sweet and so smart! He makes me heart smile.  He's very loyal, and I'm convinced my aunt wants to steal him.

When we were talking on the phone yesterday, she mentioned that she's going to start driving to Indy on Saturdays so she can have Bax for the weekend. I think it's so cute that she loves him so much. My uncles has been bugging her ... asking her when I'll be visiting home again.  When she asked why, he said he misses Baxter.

I think he's a lucky guy to have us in his life. More importantly, I think we're lucky to have him.  He came into my life at the perfect moment. A time when I was very vulnerable!

This is for you Baxter-boo! Thanks for being such a good puppy dog!

I love you!

A grandfather is someone with silver in his hair and gold in his heart

A little over a week ago, I lost my grandfather.  He was 80 years old ... not horribly old, but old enough to have lived a long productive life.  He was a father of six . . . five girls and one boy . . . and a grandfather to eighteen.

He wasn't a perfect man, but who is? He certainly made mistakes in his life, but the important thing is that he learned from those mistakes. I know that he loved his family and was a caring man, but more often than not the strong silent type. I don't remember him laughing very often, but when he did you know he meant it.  And his smile . . . it was contagious.

I think he often worried about all those around him. He even had the wrinkles to prove it.  I think he worried the most about my grandmother, who I am often worrying about myself.  She's had her bouts with health care system and has been hospitalized at least twice that I can think of.  He took care of her even amidst his own illness . . . being the sicker of the two.  Now that he's gone, she's a wreck.  She hasn't been taking her meds and, as one would imagine, is heartbroken. My mom doesn't think that she's going to be alive for very much longer.  As we often hear, I think she may die of a broken heart.

As a young child I remember sitting in his lap feeling the warmth of his love.  As kids, my cousin and I love him so much that we stole his cigarettes and threw them out when he wasn't looking.  I don't think he was very happy about that.  I guess that even as kids, we knew that would end up being his demise.  He ended up smoking until the day he died.

February 2008

 Vovô, sinto muita saldades. Não passa um dia que eu não penso em você. Você é otimo homem, e me perdoe por não pude vê-lo outra vez. Por favor vigie todos nós durante desta epoca de tristeza. Te amo muito. Com. Todo. O. Meu. Coração.

Time, space, logistics are all just circumstantial in the Ex Universe

I often wonder how I would react if I ever saw my ex's.  Like the author of this article, I think I would feel compelled to punch, shout obscenities, or kick my "bad" ex where no guy wants to be kicked just because he hurt me so bad.  Or I might run, hide, and cry like she did. I don't know nor do I think I'll ever find out . . .  Simply due to the logistics of it all. Boy, does that  make me happy! Last week marked our one year since our break up.  It was a little rough on me, but, in the end, having dated him and gone through the break up the way that it happened, it has made me a much better better person.  I sure learned a lot about life and love . . . people in general.

It's just weird how we can love someone so much, then hate them so much.  I hope that I can get to a point where I don't completely hate my ex. I feel like he used me, and the one thing he promised he would never to do me, he did.  The pain has definitely eased over the past year, and I don't get upset when I think about him.  I, mainly, just hold anger towards him.  I'm sure I'll eventually forgive.

Anyway, the author also speaks of another ex, whom she met up to catch up on life.  I often think about my college boyfriend, and what meeting up with him would entail.  We've casually messaged and emailed back and forth over the past year or two.  I feel like I got a lot of closure through one of our last interactions.  He would be someone who I would want to run in to. I think he's a great person, and I, truly, wish all the happiness in the world.


Girl Talk: Assorted Notes On The Dreaded Ex Run-In - The Frisky:

"It’s funny how you can love someone, then hate them, then be furious with them, long for them, mistake them for every stranger on the street, obsess over scenarios of running into them, and never have it happen until the exact moment that it does. And it’s fine.
When a relationship dies, it leaves cosmic matter behind that keeps on existing and evolving in some hidden universe somewhere. Every once in a while, you’re reminded of its existence for a moment, and then poof! Back into the ether! Time, space, logistics are all just circumstantial in the Ex Universe."

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Hide Away

I am obsessed with Hide Away by Ben Rector. I think I've listened to it on repeat for the past couple hours . . . .

Hide Away 

I got a mind full of questions 

that just won’t let me be.

I am weary from the restless heart inside of me.

I never cared about believing 

until I see I’ve lost my way 

and then my troubles all around me,

 and all that I can say 

see me through another day 

though the devil’s calling.

I need a place to hide away 

from the storm. 

When the water’s rising, 

when the sun don’t shine, 

I need a place to hide away 

and some peace tonight.

Found out life was complicated, 

all gray and black and white. 

Sometimes I want to follow Jesus, 

but sometimes he’s hard to find. 

I never cared about believing 

until I see I’ve lost my way 

and then my troubles all around me 

and all that I can say, 

you see me through another day 

cause the devil’s calling.

I need a place to hide away 

from the storm. 

When the waters rising, 

when the sun don’t shine, 

I need a place to hide away 

and some peace tonight.

When the waters rise around me, 

when my worry is all I see, 

oh yea,

 I call your name 

and you came and found me. 

Through the darkness I can see 

ohh 

I can see 

ohh 

won’t you lead me through another day 

cause the devils calling.

I need a place to hide away 

from the storm. 

When the waters rising, 

when the sun don’t shine, 

I need a place to hide away 

and some peace tonight. 

I need a place to hide away 

could you bring me some peace tonight.

The kindness of strangers

This story reminds me that I was in this situation not that long ago ...

Good Samaritan killed in crash along I-465 - 13 WTHR:
This is how the man who died is remembered.  Sounds like the was a great GREAT man.
"I am honored and consider myself fortunate to have known the man who was killed in this accident. Always smiling and uplifting, he was a gentle man with a kind soul and a huge heart who would go out of his way to help anyone, as everyone can now see. I find solace in knowing that he is given honor in death because he was a man of honor. I will never forget the day I met him, my first day on the job, and it's hard to accept that his smiling face will no longer greet me every work day. I will also never forget the kindness and respect he showed not only to me, but to everyone he met. He is loved and deeply missed by many. We love and miss you, D; you will always remain in our hearts, thoughts, and prayers. My heart aches for your family, especially your fiance, daughter, and brother."

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Not too long ago, I was stranded at the side of the road during rush hour.  It was a really beautiful day and I was on my way back from Columbus after spending most of the week there between summer and fall semester. I had been speeding quite a bit to make it to a concert on time.   I was 4 or53 miles away from my exit when the tire pressure light came on. I thought that perhaps one of the tires was low on air and planned on checking that out as soon as I got home.  Then, not even a few minutes later, I heard the tire blowing out.  So, I pulled over to the shoulder as soon as I could.

I got out of the car and assessed the situation. I attempted to put the spare on, but there was no way for me to get the lug nuts off. I was stuck.  So, I called my uncle and asked him for help.  He was coming from Columbus, so it would be at least an hour before he would be able to help me.  So I went into the car and was perusing the interwebs on my phone waiting for him to get there.

I had only waited for about 10 or 15 before there was a knock on my window.  Some guy stopped to put my flat on for me.  I wanted to send him a gift card or something for stopping to help me out. But he wouldn't let me do so.  I don't even know his name, but I am very thankful that he took time out of his day to help me out.  All he said to me was, "I have a daughter who's about your age. If she ever finds herself in your situation, I would hope someone would do the same for her."

So, today is great day for to remember what he did for me.  Things could have turned out much differently than they did.  I got my flat during rush hour traffic and there were cars zooming by the whole time I was stranded.  I'm thankful that nothing more serious happened to us.

Why is there, still, so much hate?

Why is there, still, so much hate? This makes me so sad.

Bullied Teen, Who Once Made An "It Gets Better" Video, Commits Suicide | The Frisky:

"Heartbreaking news: a teen who once made a video for the “It Gets Better” Project committed suicide yesterday after dealing with ongoing harassment because of his sexual orientation. Jamey Rodemeyer, 14, of Buffalo, NY, had been questioning his sexuality for some time and recently blogged: “I always say how bullied I am, but no one listens. What do I have to do so people will listen to me?” Apparently, Jamey’s family was aware of the harassment he faced from classmates and were working with Williamsville North High School officials as best they could to help him . . . Jamey is the second Williamsville North High School student to kill himself this year, but school officials said that they’ve done all they could and while they offer counseling to students, they are not a “mental health facility.”"
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Hey life,

You can slow down at any moment. I would really appreciate that. Thanks a bunch!

Sincerely,
Me

That puncture wound that's healed over as a scab ...

Girl Talk: On Carpetbombing A Relationship | The Frisky:

"But if Caitlin is any indication, it is not pleasant to be the carpetbomber, either. That doesn’t excuse his behavior, or hers, but it explains a little bit why people do the things they do. She isn’t shrugging; she actually feels extremely guilty. It’s been years since her own breakup and she still feels terrible about what she did. I only hope her ex-boyfriend is at the same place that I hope to be someday: that he looks back on that time of his life, on that puncture wound that’s healed over as a scab, and he just shrugs."

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Still one of my favorites . . . Dreaming with a Broken Heart by John Mayer http://bit.ly/bZO8xW

You spin my head right round

I've been having trouble with this post . . . it's been in draft mode for a couple weeks now, and I can't seem to find the words to pull my thoughts together. I'm going to try to pound it out.

Over the past few weeks, things have really slow down for me. I was running on adrenaline all summer and now that things are slower, I'm having a hard time getting back into it.  I haven't done any school work, even though I've had tons of time to do so.  Instead, I'm procrastinating ... like usual.  This stresses me out.

Life is taking over and has been constantly on my mind.  At times it feels as if it is spinning out of control.  The moment I start planning for the future with various expectations of what I want is the moment we are reminded that life doesn't work that way. I have been reminded of that at various different instances in my life.  The biggest one that comes to mind is when I lost my job last year.  At that moment I was looking for another job and possibly considering a total career change.  I sensed that my time there was almost over. Anyway, the day before I was let go, I had applied to nursing school kind of on a whim.  I had considered it before, but never seriously.  So I took that as a sign that I was headed in the right direction.  So, even though I had never seriously considered nursing, I was kind of pushed into that direction.  I'm pretty sure that if I had not lost my job, I never would have stopped working to go back to school. At that  moment in my life, I was still kinda-sorta-maybe hoping the med school thing would happen. But like I said, whenever I try to make plans, I'm reminded that there are other things that I should be doing with my life.

I feel like things are always out of our control, but we still get to make our own decisions.  I know, I know ... they're opposites.  I guess that what I'm trying to say is that I do get to make my own decisions and what I think is right. But if those things that I decide on aren't "right," I'm brought back towards the right direction. I think in life I just have to trust.  Trust that things will work out. Trust that the experiences I have . . . whether positive or negative . . . are for the best and will lead me into the right direction.

"Whatever you want, darling."

Guy Talk: Learning To Be A Husband, Not A Son | The Frisky:

"When I lived with wives and girlfriends past, I’d quickly cede control over our living arrangements. What went where, and what got done when were decisions I wanted my partner to make. I thought I was being accommodating, telling myself and her “You know, honey, you care more about this (the color of the sheets, what kind of plants to have outside, what we have for dinner) than I do; why don’t you decide?” And my wife or girlfriend would make a decision, and whether I liked the decision or not, I didn’t have much to say about it either way. When pressed for my opinion, my favorite response was “Whatever you want, darling.” Of course, I liked having everything done for me. My wife or girlfriend maintained the relationship, kept things running, and in the cases where we lived together, made the major decisions about the house. I said loving things, made money, bought flowers occasionally, and did my best to be faithful. That, I figured, was my part."

Interesting article.  How can couples move from this into an "adult" relationship.  I never realized that this was one of the problems in my previous relationship, but through these outside eyes, I can see one of the flaws from the past.

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