The Beauty Takes The Gold

After sharing the rant from hell I knew I just might regret, I read your comments & learned to breathe again. With the love & support of all of you I got through the hardest day Logan has thrown at me thus far. Those deep breathes resulted in this recent discovery: We can either break down or break through, and like one of my amazing readers said, we always, always have a choice. One of my readers whom I adore also commented on that post & gave me some food for thought…

“Sometimes I sit and watch the emotion unfold like I used to watch clouds form and unform until they passed from my living room window,” he said. “Doing that reduces the potency of the feeling but also helps clear your head and provide you sometimes with great insights. It seems at first a very zen thing or stoic but it will relax you and help. – just my two cents” Well, your two cents prevented this lil’ lady from losin’ my mind up in here. (Click the link, it will make more sense) Thank you Mr. Marymuthafuckingpoppins :)

Shortly after I spent some time unfolding, Leslie (Andys sister) invited me over to watch the Superbowl with their family. Such little things seem to get by without recognition, so I want to say thank you. I adore the Lundbergs & cherish the time I get to spend with them. Being with them brings me comfort that feels familiar to the kind I find with my own family, which is something my heart has been absolutely yearning for.

The lesson I learned in this mini-meltdown of mine is this: The on-going battle with my emotions was the root to a weed that can spread like a wild fire. But who am  I to choose what is a flower & what may be a weed? Despite the flaws in my situation I believe the beauty takes the gold. I did not see this at first, of course, but because of my readers, the Lundbergs and my loved ones I opened my eyes to what I have, not what I need.

It has been a little over a month since I loaded my car & made the trip that I had been waiting for for years. The transition scared the shit out of me… but I knew that I was on my way to a new home where I would grow & expand my ability to cope as a young woman in an old & very fast world. Consider this a big fat smooch & long hug from me. Some say strangers cannot make a difference, but I feel we have a connection, and all of you have indeed made a difference in my life… an unforgettable one.

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All of my love, B.

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Inhale Pink – Exhale Grey

I forgot to take a deep breathe….

This sweet girl reminded me – Thank you.

Authentic Self

I threw on a big ole’ sweater, leggings, cheetah socks and Lita’s – I was ready for school. Class was going great & I was learning a ton. I’m all about participating in class, but I was interrupted mid-sentence by my Professor. He looked at my feet as he tilted his head – ‘HOW do you walk in those things?’ he said. ‘Well..” I said, ‘I just do.‘ (Bravo on the reply, dumbass.)

Before I knew it the entire class was staring my shoes down. If I knew how to I’m sure I would have felt really awkward. I’m not sure if they were loving, hating, judging, or trying to understand. Either way, I wasn’t quite sure how to react. In a last attempt to explain I said ‘Well, they are boots, so you have ankle support….’  They still didn’t get it.

‘Those are not boots! Those are Pee Wee Herman shoes!” Before I knew it Professor LaPlante jumped onto his desk & danced across it on his toes. Aaaand it was hilarious. Matthew LaPlante is an official badass, if you weren’t already aware.

I may not know how to write flawlessly in AP Style but I can probably run faster then some people in my Litas. It won’t take me anywhere in life other then the front of a line at the mall, but if I’m going to fail I’m going to do it in style with a huge ass grin on my face. It feels good to be different when society pushes us all to be the same.

Cheers to stepping out in nothing but my authentic self today. Logan, meet Lita – Lita, meet Logan. We will meet again.

XOXO B.

Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice!

Woke up in a happy, dance on the bed kind of mood. It may or may not be because I have nothing but goodness in this lil body of mine this morning. To find out more about it click here.

Also… One of my friends calls me beetlejuice sometimes (flattering, I know). These pants should probably be in my closet. Or on my ass. Either or, I will be one happy little bug. I did some research, and couldn’t find this exact pair. I did find these, which are similar but they are leggings which is even BETTER! I’ve been known to break out a mean can-can on a whim, so leggings are right up my ally. I will always have a place in my heart for Beetlejuice… Right next to the place I keep Matilda and Miss Honey. XOXO

Best Surprise

One of my best friends is coming to visit me today. I am thrilled!! I was planning on cleaning, unpacking, and catching up on the 5 (yes FIVE) blog posts that have been shoved into the draft corner, but plans change & today it was for the better. Wine, lunch, and any other trouble we can get ourselves in around this little town tops all of the above, wouldn’t you say? AND she is bringing this lil baby who I cannot wait to smooch n’ snuggle.

 I apologize to those who have been waiting for posts (Ashley Sweat, Celeste, & my favorite bloggers involved in a post I am working on, etc) Bare with me while I get used to this whole ‘if the house is clean, clean it, because it’s YOURS’ thing. Wait, so nobody else will do it…? And they wont do my homework either? WTF.

Happy Friday!

XOXO

Just Add Love

2012 has been full of plenty of positive change – Moving to my new home in Logan has been one of the many transitions we have made. Andy & I have been so busy trying to get ourselves moved in & organized while still maintaining busy work schedules. I won’t be writing until we are settled into our new home (and have internet).

I love all of you & hope you all had a safe & fabulous NYE. Cheers to new adventures! All my love until next time, xoxo B

 

A sneak peek of what we’re working with here…

It’s not a lot, but it’s perfect for us if you…

just add love 

The Sensitive Rambler

I love Fridays, especially when I thought it came 3 days ago & have been patiently waiting for it’s arrival ever since then. I want to say thank you so much for everyones love, support, and kind words. I have some of the best readers & when I hear from you it absolutely makes my day. Things are  beginning to fall into place with moving & we have finally set an official moving date: 1/1/12. Kelsey & I will drive our little Salt Lake selves to Logan & unpack my things that day. She is truly my rock, I love you sissy. I’m planning on taking a few days off work so I can get all my ducks in a row to start the year off on the right foot (in a beautiful heel, of course). The generosity of my family & friends is incredible, without them I’d be a mess (& in need of a couch, tv, table, chairs, dishes, and much more). At the end of the day it’s comforting to know that no matter what happens my life is made of gems, and that is truly all that matters.

Now, onto a lighter subject. I am infamous for holding onto things, whether it be god-awful brown leggings or being called a ‘fu***** diva’ by someone I once looked up to (as if it were a hateful, disgusting thing to be). So yes, two things that are very silly, but I can’t seem to let go of for the life of me. Now, one of my guilty pleasures is Oprah. Yes, Oprah in general. Sometimes she irritates the hell out of me, and sometimes she makes me sob & blow snot bubbles (not really… okay sometimes). I read this article about things we should let go of and things we shouldn’t let go of. I think we can all relate to some of the things she talks about, so if you have a minute, I’d recommend reading it. You’re probably thinking “Um, ya, if you’d shut your pie hole & give me the link I just might..” So here it is, darlin.

Xoxo, The Sensitive Rambler