All that it wanted to be

On March 20th 2011 I embarked on a new adventure. During that adventure I sailed amid many incredible sunsets, found inspiration from every fish in the sea & experienced a handful of storms that forced me to just breathe & trust the wind. In the end I met you at the perfect little dock. I am proud to say that you are far from regular and I am so glad I’ve been given the chance to be graced by your love & light. Cheers to letting the first ocean we sailed together be all that it wanted to be & here’s to many more together.

1 year down sweets! Happy birthday baby blog! And thank you, I couldn’t have a better crew.

All my love, Bailey Mikell

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“Littles can make a big difference.”

Around 4 years ago I slept downtown, barefoot, with some of my close friends to take a stand for the invisible children. Although that was years ago, I now see that acts similar to the one I took are simply not enough. 12 days ago Janeth, an amazing girl I have met through this blog, sent me this video. A TEDxTeen talk by Natalie Warne, a young woman who has been making a significant difference, a difference far beyond sleeping downtown to be heard.

And then Jani wrote this post.

Yesterday a great friend of mine, Zack, shared a video that has started an uproar all across the U.S via blogs, Facebook, Twitter, & other social networks. It is called KONY 2012 (go here to watch it) It is a “Film and campaign by Invisible Children that aims to make Joseph Kony famous, not to celebrate him, but to raise support for his arrest and set a precedent for international justice.” 

The reality of what has been going on for over 20 years because of  Joseph Kony’s addiction to power is frightening. He is the head of the Lord’s Resistance Army and abducts, rapes, and kills children for no reason at all. Many people have been asking why we care about stopping Joseph Kony. Why aren’t we focusing on our own problems? Well, because that is not how history is made. Helping causes that only effect your life in Small Lake City, Utah is not how thousands of children’s lives are saved.

I ask you to take 30 minutes that you usually spend blogging, browsing Facebook, and thinking of clever tweets and set it aside for learning about the invisible children & what we can do to help. I understand it can be difficult to believe that you as an individual can make a difference, but when that feeling emerges, look to the heroes & she-roes of our world and remember this: they did it & so can you.

Make this man be held accountable. Reblog, like, share, and use your voice! Don’t let him slip between the cracks & get away with spreading evil among thousands of innocent children.


Bollywood & Ass Cheeks

I don’t know if I am the only one that does this, I hope I’m not, but if I am can you just pretend I’m not so that I feel better?

Yesterday I thought I’d try & wear a cute little outfit on for school because I have been such a bum as of late. I had the perfect top and shoes but when I went to shimmy into my jeans my ass just didn’t quite fit. So that blew. But, I don’t quite understand women who are ashamed of their asses… I would be devastated if I lost mine. Anyway – Long story short I resorted to my cutest workout get up for school yesterday because my other clothes gave me muffin top or wouldn’t go above my thighs. No, I didn’t just get done with a hardcore workout – I wore my PJ’s at work all day & this is the only thing that fits. Whoops.

Today I had the most productive and positive day I have had for a while. I got all of the things that have been weighing me down done after work… and I squeezed in studying, a work out, cleaning the whole house, catching up with Andy with his boys and a bath. I was so excited to go to the gym here at our town-homes when I realized we had one (yes, we have lived here for over a month). I got in my other super cute workout outfit (I like stretchy pants) & drove to the gym. Unfortunately, my key card didn’t work for shit. I sat outside scanning a worthless piece of plastic until I decided to go home & find another route.

My next route was Comcast’s OnDemand Bollywood Dance Video. I honestly believe that if I submitted a video of me doing this dance workout it would be on tosh.o next week. I was having so much fun until I almost rolled my ankle doing the grapevine. They tell us to shake our hips, hug ourselves, let the waterfall of abundance shower us and skip like we are in a meadow or our yard. What the fuck? It was one of the best workouts I’ve had. I miraculously dodged cardiac arrest.

After that I cleaned the house while ‘Don’t Tell Me’ by Madonna blasted through the speakers. Even though I adore Madonna (and all her music until the 90’s ended) I don’t think she should have been dancing in fuck-me-pumps while she did squats combined with the spread eagle. The bitch could knock me out with her man arms BUT I think she needs to take it easy…She apparently tore her groin prior to the performance. Like girlfriend, that tore for a reason, take a break! Anyway, tomorrow I get to sleep in a little bit prior to work & then go to class. I have so much to do to in order to be where I would like/need to be for this course, so send your genius brain waves my way, loves.

If you have a shitty day tomorrow, just do a bollywood workout video you’ll feel the abundance all the way from your chest/shoulders to your left ass cheek. XOXO

Getting white girl crazy.

Hasn’t Anyone Told You?

The grass isn’t greener on the other side… The grass is greener wherever you water it. xoxo, bee

“Passion, it lies in all of us, sleeping…waiting…and though unwanted…unbidden…it will stir…open its jaws and howl. It speaks to us…guides us…passion rules us all, and we obey. What other choice do we have? Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love…the clarity of hatred…and the ecstasy of grief. It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion maybe we’d know some kind of peace…but we would be hollow. Empty rooms shuttered and dark. Without passion we’d be truly dead.”

-Joss Whedon