Throw me some beads, mister!

Daily Prompt- “You have to learn a new skill. Do you prefer to read about it, watch someone else do it, hear someone describe it, or try it yourself?

D) All of the above.

When I’m learning something new, I usually mix all of these techniques together. I will say I am more of a watcher than a listener though. For most new skills, I usually watch someone do it then I try it myself. If someone just tells me how to do it, it doesn’t sink in.

Like with math. My dreaded subject. If you told me to add 20 to the equation then subject 50 and multiply that answer by 1/3 and divide by 150, I would just give you the deer in headlights look because honestly…I have NO clue what you just said.

If you show me how to add 20 to the equation then subject 50 and multiply that answer by 1/3 and divide by 150, I might could get close to the correct answer.

I am a visual person for sure.

My dad usually fusses at me because I am bad with direction. I can look at a map all day, but still not quite understand where the hell I am or where the hell I’m going. Almost like math. Almost.

Thankfully, I am getting better with my directions in this hectic city. And thankfully there’s MapQuest.

Speaking of my dad, his 59th birthday was yesterday. He’s getting old and I still haven’t even gotten close to giving him any grandchildren. Oops!

Since I have been “granted” 4 out of the 5 days of this week off from school due to Mardi Gras, I think I’ll enjoy them by: relaxing, watching all of the movies my dad hates, eating fatteningly (don’t think that’s a word, but tough) delicious foods, and perhaps studying for my last 2 finals on Thursday.

It’s so hard studying when you don’t want to. I’ve been down this road MANY times along with pretty much 99.9% of all other college students. I must say study groups do help. Even if you don’t want to study you will make yourself because everyone else in the room is doing it OR you can be social and chat it up with your school friends. I do a little bit of both at mine. I have one Wednesday.

Maybe not...


Maybe not...

Maybe not…

Back to Mardi Gras. I’m sure everyone in this country knows that Louisiana is an expert at partying. The citizens take EVERY opportunity to do so and when big holidays like these arrive, they go buck wild. I am not one of those, but next year I do think I will partake in these drunken, crazy, festivities in New Orleans. I wanted to go this year, but I would like to better equip myself and perhaps go with a “big, hulking black guy”. Nah, just kidding. Although I will be bringing along several guys. Big ones if possible. Or at least ones who are black belts in any kind of martial art. A girl needs serious protection in that crazy city! I doubt my pepper spray and pocket knife will cut it. Ha ha, get it? I know.

You do what you gotta do…


A magical place all to myself

A genie has granted your wish to build your perfect space for reading and writing. What’s it like?

My perfect place for reading and writing would be in a small, cozy cabin with great, big bay windows surrounded by greenery. I don’t know what it is about cabins, but they always make me want to cuddle up under a blanket by a fire and do nothing but read or write. Of course during the summer there would be no blanket or fire going. I guess the location for this cabin would be in the woods far from distractions and noise. I would like it to be in the mountains where it’s chilly year round. Is there such a place? Not in Louisiana. That’s for damn sure.

Maybe like this...

Maybe like this…

My description reminds me of a cabin in a Stephen King book. Or movie. Like Secret Window or Misery. Neither of those are pleasant. Hmm…

I would want a big comfy chair to read in. Or perhaps a swinging chair. A chair that beckons you to sit in it for hours in your pajamas and do absolutely nothing.





I can dream, can’t I?

Enjoy your weekend!



Warm earth puddles

Daily Prompt- Free Association

“Write down the first words that comes to mind when we say . . .

. . . home.

. . . soil.

. . . rain.

Use those words in the title of your post.”


home– warmth

soil– earth

rain– puddles


Is it weird that a lot of smells came to mind more so than words when I read these?


I smell…

home– homemade bread

soil– potting soil

rain– freshness


Candice has now graduated from Kindergarten.

No, but seriously. The words I come up with first are seriously boring. I don’t like free association, but I wanted to write a blog post today so here I am. Warm, earth puddles. Sounds like a big mud puddle that I wouldn’t mind jumping in right now.

Due to all of the rain this part of Louisiana has experienced over the past couple weeks (I almost forgot what the sun felt like on my skin), I can definitely tell most people have a vitamin D deficiency. Mine looks like it is at all time because I am very pale! No matter how many times I go out into the sun.

I’m getting off track…

My yard looks like a mud pit. Our grass is sprouting weird looking plants that I’ve never seen before, there are sneaky mud holes that you don’t find UNTIL you step in them, and our driveway is blending in with the yard now. I started wearing my giraffe print rain boots to school with my scrubs so not only did I receive a diploma for Kindergarten, but I also won the award for Best Dressed student. Totally kidding. I’m not sure I would attend a school that participated in the embarrassing and humiliating awards given out back in high school. Or didn’t in my case. I never won any of those.

It’s Friday. Thank God.



Toot toot! Beep beep!

Daily Prompt- “Most of us are excellent at being self-deprecating, and are not so good at the opposite. Tell us your favorite thing about yourself.


Not quite, but almost…

This prompt is very accurate.

When I think about my qualities, I immediately start focusing on my bad ones. Those are easy to list!

As for good ones? Hmm…those take a little while to remember.

My favorite thing (that comes to mind first) about myself would have to be that I am adventurous. Not in any certain category, but throughout life. I enjoy trying new things and taking risks. I like seeing where actions lead- good and bad. I like experimenting and seeing what works and what doesn’t. I wouldn’t say it’s a bravery kind of thing, but just sort of bold I guess. I don’t mind screwing up and I admit it when I do even when I would rather hide under a rock (for eternity). I will, at times, become shy in certain environments and be less prone to step out of my box, but for the most part I enjoy trying things my circle of friends hasn’t ever tried.

To me, the funnest part of this “quality” is that you can tell your friends about it and possibly get them to try something new or warn them against it! Even though they probably won’t listen. Hell, I don’t either so I can’t say much. Ha ha!

I have been called a risk-taker before, but to me that refers more to the outdoorsy person who jumps off of cliffs and out of airplanes. The things I explore aren’t life threatening- mostly.

I think to live life to the fullest extent, we should step outside of our comfort zones every now and then. Sometimes we discover something we enjoy outside of our boxes. I’m not suggesting trying every recreational drug the market has to offer or anything crazy and possibly permanently damaging to your health. I’m saying try: mountain climbing or adopting a pet from the local shelter or volunteering for a charity or starting a new hobby or traveling the world.

Those are all on my list of things to do before I die. One step at a time…



The 11th item

Daily Prompt– “What’s the 11th item on your bucket list?


I haven’t actually taken the time to write out a bucket list. I know, I’m 22. Time is ticking, but I just kind of know what I want to accomplish in my head before I perish.

If I had a bucket list, this is what would be number 11:

Visit all 50 states at least once.

For some reason, I love to travel. I have a horrible sense of direction so these 2 things clash from time to time, but personally I think they just make traveling more interesting. You learn more about cities when you get lost in them. Or that’s my opinion anyways.

I have lived in Louisiana, South Carolina, Mississippi, Tennessee, Kentucky, Alabama, Texas. Out of those states I have lived in several cities. My parents thought it would be cool to uproot me every year or, if I was lucky, every couple of years until I got to high school. Let me just say…IT’S NOT COOL AT ALL! You make and lose so many friends when you’ve been to around 7 different schools in your life. The experiences were neat, but never have I ever had a sense of home or a hometown. The longest I’ve lived in one place was 4 years and that’s ONLY because I begged my parents to let me stay in one place for my high school career. And even then a big nasty hurricane came through and screwed that up.

Not only did moving suck, but the whole process. Packing, yard sales, unpacking. I also tended to carry a piece of each accent with me along the way. I didn’t think I sounded very different, but even people in Louisiana say I have an accent. So what if I say, “y’all” and “ain’t” too much? My iPhone says those are actually words so they must be. Ha.

The states I have visited ONLY: Florida and Arkansas.

That’s sad that I can’t visit many states without actually living in them.

I can say one thing though- my allergies are tired of the Deep South. Oh, and so am I!

Rain, sun, wind, heat, cold, clouds. That’s a typical day down here. You never know what each day will do until it actually happens.

I’m not a big fan of those kinds of surprises. I like knowing what to wear and it staying appropriate for the ENTIRE day. Is that so much to ask? NO!!!

I am dying to visit the north. As you already know, I’m slightly obsessed with NYC and would love to visit it BEFORE I reside there.

Or Minnesota.


This world is too gigantic to be stuck in one spot for the rest of my life.

I guess I’ll blame my parents for turning me into a nomad. Seems legit.



Randomly significant indecisiveness

I go through these phases where I want to write a really mind blowing blog post, but can’t think of anything to write about. I even went through all of the Daily Prompts (that I haven’t written about yet) and though they are a great help to writer’s block, my answers to the questions they ask just aren’t interesting enough. My life is kind of interesting (sometimes) but the “interesting” things that happen are a little bit too personal to post on the WORLD WIDE WEB. I Facebook enough to make up for that. Ha. Anyways…

I guess since it’s January 2, 2013 (11:55am if you want to get technical) I might as well write a blog about every significant event that happened in 2012.

I have learned a lot this year. But isn’t that what everyone always says? I actually decided not to make any resolutions written in stone because they usually last about a week. Apparently stone isn’t strong enough compared to my indecisiveness.

On December 21, 2012– I was semi bummed there wasn’t a zombie apocalypse. Of course I did NOT want the world to end or anything, but I just love zombies. I don’t know if it’s the smell of death on their clothes, the leaking blood oozing from their mouths, their adorable walk where they drag one foot, or if it’s the fact that they can do whatever the hell they want. I’m weird and they’re just awesome.


So besides the world “ending” but then not ending, 2012 was a pretty eventful year. I won’t give you a month by month replay (personally I don’t remember what happened in every month and I don’t want to bore you to death) but I’ll try to highlight the “cool” stuff.


I learned/realized…

that a well-rounded degree isn’t in the cards for me at this moment in my life

I am finally over that “certain” guy

I needed a fresh start so I moved 2.5 hours away from all of my friends to live with my dad

I like to be alone and how wrong I was about that- I am a very social person after all

I try to be cool- doesn’t always work…or I should say doesn’t hardly work

there’s a lot you can withstand if you just think happy thoughts

skinny jeans and red lipstick go a long way

certain family members will try their best to help you out in any way that they can even if it means sacrificing

privacy is PRICELESS

my car hates me and proves it every time I go near it

sometimes you just have to lie

I enjoy helping people

how much the little things matter in life and to not take things for granted.


None of the other events on that list may mean anything to you, but the last realization is so true. Each and every day it’s proven to me.

Although 2012 was a pretty chaotic year, I didn’t get half of what I wanted to accomplish done. Isn’t that always the case?

I’m hoping 2013 will bring all of the hopes and dreams of mine within reach. It’s totally up to me to reach out and grab them. I can’t blame the year for that. I just got to get up off my ass and do them.

So for everyone out there that doesn’t really have an interesting life (or so you think), just remember- there is always someone out there with a LESS interesting life than you and always someone out there less fortunate.


Don’t ask

What question do you hate to be asked? Why?

There are actually 2 questions I don’t like being asked.

1. “How would you describe yourself?”

2. “How are you doing?”

You’re probably wondering why on earth I don’t like those questions because they’re both about me.

Here’s why:

When someone asks you to describe yourself, there are many traits you could list. I’m smart, pretty, rich, skinny, MVP, popular, perfect. Does any of that appeal to the other person? No. It makes you seem like you’re full of yourself and are begging for attention. I would much rather let a person see how I am instead of me trying to come up with a way to tell them and not seem a) self righteous b) self doubtful. Neither of those sound good to me.

When someone asks you how you’re doing they really don’t care half of the time. In the south, it’s a way to enter a room without seeming like a snob. I bet if you told them “I’m doing horrible and thinking about jumping off of a bridge later” they would nod their head with a smile and say “that’s great!” I don’t mean your close friends and family, I mean people you see everyday or cashiers that check you out at stores. They have problems of their own and don’t care about yours. Then there’s the people who ask you how you’re doing JUST to talk about themselves. “Hi how are you today?” “I’m okay. You?” “Oh, I’m doing great! I got married last week and won the lottery. I’m gonna buy 4 houses, 2 cars, 5 parrots, and a RV after I go mountain climbing with my stepson and get sunburned on the beaches of Florida.”

Like I said…no one really cares how you’re doing.

Maybe it’s just me noticing this…