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The sky is changing

Hello humans if the internet. I realize that this might sound a bit ominous, but utter was the best way I could think of to describe what I’m seeing.

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Hello humans of the internet! Yes I know, it’s only August and only just the beginning of August and really still 2 months before I should be posting about Halloween. But you see, I went into the store yesterday and I saw Halloween stuff. I would also like to point out that I saw Christmas stuff 2 weeks ago and I think that’s really pushing it. Halloween stuff this soon is probably pushing it. I did however buy this fancy teal masquerade mask:

I guess this is why they have Halloween stuff for sale in August, people like me will buy it.

Much love,


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Five more things I leaned from my dog

Hello humans of the internet! As you may or may not be aware, I have a puppy, named Peggy who is now 7 months old. I’ve talked before about what I’ve learned from Peggy and now I’d like to revisit that because 7 months in, I’ve learned a lot more.

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July 2019 Highlights

Hello humans of the internet! Another month is coming to an end. I mean there’s still two days, but it’s close enough.

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The importance of the community theater

Hello humans of the internet! I feel like I used to be better at naming blog posts. I don’t know who’d be interested in reading a post that frankly sounds a little boring, but that’s all I could think of at the moment. I haven’t slept much, okay.

For the past two weeks, I’ve been helping out with the theater camp that I attended when I was younger and I wanted to talk about how theater changes lives. Personally, for me, that building was my sanctuary. I started doing plays there when I was 7 years old. That’s 17 years of theater. Which means I’ve been doing plays there longer than most of the campers the last two weeks have been alive, don’t worry that didn’t make me feel old at all. The point is my whole school career I was bullied for various reasons (imagine that, a bullied kid grew up to be a blogger, how “unique”) But the theater was always a place that I belonged. It was a sanctuary. It was a home where I could be myself. Where anyone could be themselves. The kid who reads at recess, the kid that 100% attempts spells, the kid who wears all black, the kid who’s parent works 3 jobs just to provide the necessities, the kid on foster care, the kid with disabilities, everyone It was a place where everyone was welcome and accepted, no questions asked.

The last two weeks, you could see that those kids felt the same way. Especially the older kids who’d been at the theater for years. It is home for them. It’s where they grew up. The way they talk about it, it is home. It is safe for them. It is their sanctuary. It is the place where they can talk to people who share they’re passions. That can be excited about the one song from Fiddler on the Roof, and mo one ridicules that. They can belt disney songs and there’s always someone to finish they’re duet. (Let me know if you know that reference)

I could say that community theater is important because you learn to communicate with different age groups or because you learn cooperation or because you gain confidence or because it helps you find your voice or because you get to meet people you would otherwise never know or because you learn the magic of storytelling. And all of that would be true. Being a part of the theater is a magical experience that shapes you as a person. But, I believe that community theater is most important because it is home. And it is a home that will always welcome you back.

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Hello humans of the internet! Today I wanted to talk about tattoos. Why? Why not?

I don’t know how you feel about tattoos. I’m not interested in changing your mind one way or the other on it. I’m pretty neutral on tattoos. A pretty tattoo is pretty art. An ugly tattoo is ugly art. And I’m purposefully using objective words because art is. If I don’t like a painting that’s not a bad painting and it might be someone’s favorite painting. Both thoughts are valid and neither is an indication of if the art is good.

Back to tattoos. Pretty much all my friends either have tattoos or are planning their first tattoo. To the point that I felt like I should want tattoos. I’ve thought of different things that I think I might want but usually I’d rather put it on a shirt or paint it. Honestly, I think it’s amusing that my whole extended family has assumed that I’d be the one to get tattooed (probably because of my tendency toward hair dye and piercings) but my siblings, brother-in-law, cousins, and 2nd cousins, (also my boyfriend) all either have tattoos or are actively planning one.

What got me thinking about tattoos this much, you might be wondering. Some time ago, my brother-in-law gave me a bunch of packs of temporary tattoos. I was bored so I put a bunch of them all over my body assuming that they would come off in the shower. Except they didn’t. Nothing has gotten them off. I read the package and it said they should last for 2weeks. So now I’m just going to walk around looking like I went to some kind of off brand Coachella.

Do you have any tattoos? Do you want any tattoos? Do you hate tattoos? Let me know.

Much love


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Peggy’s first 4th of July

Hello humans of the internet! It’s the 4th of July. So, this is a day where we set off a lot of fireworks. Obviously, there is a lot more to the holiday, but you probably didn’t come here for information. So, let’s talk about a cute puppy!

4th of July for us is mostly my Granny’s birthday. We don’t always do fireworks and didn’t actually do any this year. So, Peggy’s first 4th of July was pretty uneventful. Part of me wants to know how Peggy would feel about fireworks, but most of me feels like this was the best case scenario for Peggy.

Peggy is scared of everything. All of the things. Other dogs, very scary. Thunder, terrifying. Cars, most scary. Doctor (for anyone who doesn’t know Doctor is rabbit), so scary. And when she is scared her way too large and heavy self wants to be held. (Not to be dramatic, but I found a dog size estimating chart and based on what Peggy has weighed at different points so far it estimates her at about 90+ pounds before she’s done) Peggy is not going to be an easy dog to hold as she gets bigger. I kind of want to try to set off some small fireworks just to see how Peggy will react (I live in South Carolina so that’s okay here) and possibly train her to have what I’ve been calling “calm energy” around fireworks. So, I guess if you have any experience with dogs, what would you suggest I do? Is there a way to train a dog not to be scared of everything? Should I just work out and be able to lift a 90 pound dog? Should I teach her to get Schulz to pick her up because that’s a lot of pounds?

There would have been a super cute picture of Peggy here in a fancy puppy bandanna to celebrate 4th of July. But she ripped it off and chewed it about 10 seconds later before I could get her to pose. So, I hope that everyone had a happy and safe day whether or not you were celebrating the U.S. Independence day or a birthday or anything.

much love


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Being Vegetarian in a small southern town

Hello humans of the internet! I live in a small southern town and I’m vegetarian. People have opinions about that.

I’ve been vegetarian for awhile now. I don’t have a specific day that I started being vegetarian. I basically just ate less and less meat and then realized at one point that it’d been more than 3 months since I’d had meat so I just committed to that and now I’m vegetarian.

So, I’ve gotten mixed reactions. Mostly people asking me a million questions about what I eat and telling me that I’m the first vegetarian they’ve ever met. But I’m sure you’d rather hear about the bad reactions though, they make for much more exciting blog posts.

  1. My nana. She wasn’t mad or anything. But she did find a vegan and asked her questions. Nana has given me the same recipe for roasted cauliflower about 4 times.
  2. Random woman at McDonald’s that saw me order just fries. She asked me if I needed her to buy me a burger. I said no, I don’t eat meat, I just really wanted some fries (I crave fries on my period, so I wasn’t in the best mood). She didn’t really believe me and told me that the fries are less healthy than the burgers. I just smiled and said that’s not why I don’t eat meat. She left me alone.
  3. My boyfriend. He mostly just teases me and offers me pieces of beef on the few occasions where been out to eat.
  4. A woman who works with me. She wanted me to know that she’s supports my decision, but does vegetarian include, chicken, goat, and sheep? Or do I just eat beans.

Luckily even my small southern town has a few vegetarian options. If I wasn’t allergic to turmeric I’d have a lot of options.

Are you vegetarian? How do people react to that? Is it normal where your are?

Much love


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Thoughts while opening boxes

Hello humans of the internet! As I’ve mentioned before I work for a company that primarily screen prints shirts. Due to the nature of the work, we get a lot of shipments. We have to order shoes to be screen printed, ink, a bunch of different chemicals, vinyl, office supplies, ect… it takes a lot. Anyway, I open a lot of these boxes. I don’t know if you’ve ever opened 8 boxes of t shirts, but it gives you a lot of time to think so here is what I think about.

  • That’s a lot of boxes
  • 1..2.3..4.5..6…..7…….I lost one
  • Nevermind, 8 is just small
  • Okay *checking packing list like I can read*
  • Dang it, I don’t know what that says
  • Okay pretend you have to pee, walk away get centered, you got this. You can totally read.
  • Alright so blue, 12 blue
  •….. that one’s folded weird.…..8? Oh wait. Okay
  • 15 blue ladies.
  • You know, the tag always specifies when it’s ladies cut but not when it’s mens cut.
  • I guess anyone can wear mens shirts but not ladies shirts.
  • There’s no real reason why men can’t wear ladies shirts.
  • They’d have to adjust what size they buy and it might not be as comfortable.
  • But when women buy mens or unisex clothes sometimes they have to adjust the size and aren’t as comfortable.
  • Women ordering shirts always have to sit and figure what size they need to get because of the different cuts.
  • I hate wearing mens or unisex xsmalls because they fit everywhere except over my hips and then they’re just stretched tight the and do the thing where they are determined to become a crop top.
  • Isn’t there something in the bible about not wearing men’s clothes?
  • Is that a miss quote?
  • I don’t think I’ve read that part.
  • Honestly I’ve missed a lot.
  • I need to get a audiobook bible.
  • An audiobible
  • Oh my God is that a spider.
  • No that’s thread
  • I need groceries.
  • I need an audiobible

I hope you enjoyed this little stream of conciousness. I feel like I write these a lot because I like to, is almost like poetry in a way that is very little like poetry.

Much love


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Planner Conundrum

Hello humans of the internet! Before we go any further let’s all take a moment to be proud that I spelled conundrum correctly I did spend way too much time on that but I figured it out!

I’m pretty sure I’ve talked about my need for planners. It helps me figure out what I’m doing every day and I use stickers and all that. I’m still jealous of people who can have super fancy planners, but I have trouble reading those all that would defeat the purpose of a planner. But that is not the conundrum of the day. The conundrum of today that my old planner stopped in May and my new planner doesn’t start until July. So I’m trying to squeeze everything into my tiny calendar boxes. Which would be fine, but I put stuff for my day job, stuff for the blog, personal life stuff, period tracking, the box fills up quickly. I also like putting my grocery lists, monthly highlights lists, my reward stickers (yes I give myself reward stickers) and meal plans in my planner. It’s been a long month feeling mildly stressed because I don’t have a planner.

Much love