What Finals do to College Students (Don’t read if you get scurrred easily…)

 This is what happens when I let my hair “down” during finals. If you’re judging me, well, I can’t say I wouldn’t if the roles were switched. But I’d still try hard to pretend to be laughing with you vs. at you. I heard that takes the sting away a little bit.

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My mothers response was “oh dear… you have too much alone time on your hands.Yah right mom, never! I never have alone time….But, my point is that college is hard!! I know this is a “no shit” moment because if it was easy everyone would do it but man… It isn’t for everybody. I have allowed the stress to turn me into a person I’m not too proud of (ex. photo above)  Pretty sure this isn’t my cup of tea — and to be honest, even if it were, I’d probably prefer vodka. (Don’t quote me on that)

All my love & a glimpse of insanity,

XOXO, College-Girl

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For those of you seeking something intelligent & truly inspiring this morning, click here (the word here, click it:) & you will (hopefully) be pleasantly surprised. Enjoy, & then have a kick-ass day. And holler at yo girl on Twitter @baileymikell My tweetin’ game has been out of this WORLD as of late. I catch onto things a little late compared to the average Amurrican. Sorry bout’ it. But hey, I made it! Be proud.

Kiss the Curb

LADIES! I cannot preach this enough. Having a man around: dad, brother, uncle, boyfriend, baby-daddy, you get it — is all sweet n’ dandy. But what about when you have a flat tire and all the boys are away because they are working and you get to play? Or, what if you don’t have someone to help you with little things like checking your oil — do you have the funds to pay a mechanic each time your ‘check engine’ light goes off? You have to be able to take care of yourself in bad situations!

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Okay lets get this straight: I have learned this far too late in life & I am still trying to learn new things now, but better late than never. By the way, my mother did try & teach me, I just didn’t pay attention. She had to buy AAA so they could save my ass all the time. I’m sorry for being a little shit mom. Actually, I apologize for in the future, too. If I can do that then that would be cool. Don’t follow the leader in this story okay? Actually, always be your own leader in your own story. Okay so…

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I had a flat tire while running errands around this big ole’ town and Andy was at work. I was in my Sunday best — a vintage dress of my mums, bangles n’ sandals. My tire was FLAT as a damn pancake okay. I am not even kidding I felt like I was leaning to the side like a gangster (bwaha) because it was so low. I couldn’t drive any further on it because it would mess up my dope hubcaps. Can’t have that. Those things are wayyy too clean … (one has yellow paint on it from kissing a curb in the parking garage at work…so fresh)

Andy showed me how to check the tire pressure (PSI) so that it doesn’t blow up & ruin everything (including um, me/my skin/anyone around)

Just carry a handy lil’ tire gage & make sure you know what level they need to be at. And, anyone that is laughing their asses off at this post saying I’m a dumbass for JUST learning how to do this, well I just want to help anyone (um, if you’re out there…) that doesn’t know this. I didn’t.

Anyway, I’m outta here. My point is more than made, as usual.. Roll on.

A Mothers Prayer

Tina Fey is good but I didn’t know she was this good. She wrote this “mothers prayer” for her 5-year-old daughter Alice in her memoir BossypantsIt’s the perfect mixture of sweet, silly, and sappy — how could I not share? This sheds light on what a mother’s love, worries & undeniable understanding of her daughter looks like. Plus we all know I’m a sucker for mother-daughter themed things. It’s okay, you’re allowed to laugh your ass off AND cry… yes, even if you’re at your desk at work. Blame it on the allergie, works like a charm every time.

“First, Lord: No tattoos. May neither Chinese symbol for truth nor Winnie-the-Pooh holding the FSU logo stain her tender haunches.

May she be Beautiful but not Damaged, for it’s the Damage that draws the creepy soccer coach’s eye, not the Beauty.

When the Crystal Meth is offered, May she remember the parents who cut her grapes in half And stick with Beer.

Guide her, protect her

When crossing the street, stepping onto boats, swimming in the ocean, swimming in pools, walking near pools, standing on the subway platform, crossing 86th Street, stepping off of boats, using mall restrooms, getting on and off escalators, driving on country roads while arguing, leaning on large windows, walking in parking lots, riding Ferris wheels, roller-coasters, log flumes, or anything called “Hell Drop,” “Tower of Torture,” or “The Death Spiral Rock ‘N Zero G Roll featuring Aerosmith,” and standing on any kind of balcony ever, anywhere, at any age.

Lead her away from Acting but not all the way to Finance. Something where she can make her own hours but still feel intellectually fulfilled and get outside sometimes and not have to wear high heels.

What would that be, Lord? Architecture? Midwifery? Golf course design? I’m asking You, because if I knew, I’d be doing it, Youdammit.

May she play the Drums to the fiery rhythm of her Own Heart with the sinewy strength of her Own Arms, so she need Not Lie With Drummers.

Grant her a Rough Patch from twelve to seventeen. Let her draw horses and be interested in Barbies for much too long, For childhood is short – a Tiger Flower blooming Magenta for one day – And adulthood is long and dry-humping in cars will wait.

O Lord, break the Internet forever, That she may be spared the misspelled invective of her peers And the online marketing campaign for Rape Hostel V: Girls Just Wanna Get Stabbed.

And when she one day turns on me and calls me a Bitch in front of Hollister, Give me the strength, Lord, to yank her directly into a cab in front of her friends, For I will not have that Shit. I will not have it. (my personal favorite)

And should she choose to be a Mother one day, be my eyes, Lord, that I may see her, lying on a blanket on the floor at 4:50 A.M., all-at-once exhausted, bored, and in love with the little creature whose poop is leaking up its back. 

“My mother did this for me once,” she will realize as she cleans feces off her baby’s neck. “My mother did this for me.” And the delayed gratitude will wash over her as it does each generation and she will make a Mental Note to call me. And she will forget. But I’ll know, because I peeped it with Your God eyes.”
― Tina Fey, Bossypants

Sweet boys with good habits

Something that makes me happy:

The eight-year-old twin boys that walk their two wiener dogs past my house every single day. I’m convinced their mum wont let them out of the house until their dragon ball-z t-shirts are tucked into their jeans that don’t quite reach their ankles because they sit an inch or four above their belly buttons. And their matching velcroe tennis shoes are a must, because they pull everything together like a perfectly tied bow.

(this lovely woman took this photo of Dexter the Wiener dog)

The not-so-sentimental thing that makes me happy:

Closing my eyes while I quietly inhale pink, exhale grey, & pretend that this is my closet.

Also, when I play make believe these are my wooden kitchen utensils too. (they will be mine in real life next time I have arts & crafts time)

What makes you happy?

All my love, Bee

Have the courage to use your voice

Lets get this straight. Just because somebody is different then you does not give you the right to hurt them. If you believe you are superior in some way or another I want you to know you are not. We are all equal and deserve to be treated in an all-loving zero-judging way.  When we choose to use our words & physical strength in a negative way by putting others down it shows our true character, not the person who we are hurting.

When I was in high school I worked with students who had a harder time adjusting to the social scene of a classroom setting then others. I loved seeing them begin to open up to me and the other mentors after learning that they could trust us — that they were not going to be judged or treated differently. Each of them are brilliant and have amazing things to offer to the world, they just needed somebody to give them a chance.

Now I work for a company that helps high school dropouts get back into school called The American Academy. There is an alarming amount of students I talk to every single day that tell me the reason they dropped out is because they no longer felt safe because of bullying or had social barriers that effected their education. So they turn to us, where we help them get their high school diploma in an environment that does not put them at risk of being bullied. To learn more, go here.

I encourage all of you to support this film and the message it is promoting. Spread the word, stop bullying. Take your children, friends, family and anyone else that is willing to do their part to stop this awful problem. Nobody deserves the pain that bully creates. Take action! We cannot afford to lose any more young lives. It is just not okay. I am passionate about protecting our children and teaching them how to stand up for those who are in need. I refuse to turn the other way.

Life is hard and sometimes, especially when we are young, we say things we do not mean. Some may say their kids are “perfect” and think they would “never hurt anyone”. Parents, please, take this seriouslyIt starts at home. 

Please go here to sign an important petition regarding this film.

Dads, Daughters, & Everything In Between

I’ve talked about my feelings regarding being raised by a single (and incredible) mother on here. I’ve also talked about what it was like not having a dad in the picture. Hopefully I have made it clear that I don’t have any hard feelings toward my situation or the outcome of those two things. I am blessed beyond belief, and believe it or not, feel like I have been given more then your average 20 year old when it comes to ‘fatherly advice & wisdom’. I have been lucky enough to have not just one main man in my life to love, support, and guide me towards a bright future, but many. That’s a whole other story that I would love to go into another day… But my point of all of this is I found this site that had a post abut ’50 Rules for Dads of Daughters’ and had to share. It’s on the blog, ‘From Dates To Diapers’ and in my opinion is pretty damn cute… Anyway, I hope you enjoy it as much as I did. To all those fabulous papa’s out there, thank you. And to all the men who may not be a dad but still share your wisdom with girls who may not have a father, thank you, you are brilliant.

XOXO, B 

“I Think It’s Ready Papa!”

This is what I came home to tonight.

Gregg is teaching Talya how to cook Risotto. He is such a good man and a truly amazing papa. There’s this feeling that takes over me when I walk in and see something like this. Even though I didn’t have a father growing up to do these things with I do have some very amazing men in my life who have been such great role models for me – Gregg is one of those men. He has given me hours of advice that have helped me make some pretty big decisions in my life (especially recently during my first year in college). I hope that if I ever do get married my husband will be this way with our children. It’s rare to come across these kind of relationships now… I guess that’s why I admire theirs so much. And because I’ve never seen it so first hand until the last couple of months that I have been here with them. Truly beautiful. Smooch your mums, smooch your dads, and never forget the little times you’ve had. There isn’t really anything like it.