Here they are.
How is that possible?
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Freedom of Speech
I had a recent encounter with a particularly ignorant individual that I feel the need to rant about to you, Reader.
Though I was not discussing writing or blogging with this man, a young marine who had not introduced himself to me or my conversation interrupted upon listening in with:
"You take an actual class on blogging?"
"Yes, I am an English major," I replied promptly.
"You waste tuition money on a class on blogging?" he said. Not really a question at all.
"Yes I do. I am a writer," I explained.
"I am sorry to hear that," he said as he laughed. Mocking me.
"I am sorry to hear that it bothers you," I told him before turning away.
I overheard him later explaining to no one in particular, "When shooting, it's best to shoot from a place of pain than of fear."
Dearest Marine,
If after serving our country you feel the best you have to offer is stale language about firing guns or misplaced judgment about how I use my freedoms to write, then I suggest you stay out of my conversation. You weren't invited in the first place, and you may have noticed I did not ask what you go to school for free to do because I do not give a fuck.
Sincerely,
Concerned American Woman
Monday, March 26, 2012
I know...more flowers.
I told you I love flowers.
I have never seen 90 degrees in March in all of my 22 years of existence, and I have to say I have never been happier to see 90 degrees. Period.
I confess...I stole a few of these flowers from the tree I found them on and used them to garnish my hair for a formal event I attended on Saturday. They wilted for a good cause.
What spring things did you see this weekend, readers?
Thursday, March 22, 2012
Daffodil Days
I love surprises and (as I have already shared) I absolutely love fresh flowers. And so, I literally squealed like a piglet with excitement when I found that my boss had surprised me with a bunch of daffodils he bought me from Daffodil Days.
The Daffodils are beautiful and fragrant, but most importantly buying a bunch of Daffodils from Daffodil Days means giving to an important cause. The Daffodil Days program promotes cancer awareness while raising funds for the American Cancer Society.
These flowers are inexpensive and a wonderful way to surprise someone you love while still making a meaningful donation. Buying fresh flowers can often feel like a frivolous act, but buying from Daffodil Days means helping patients and families in need, and there is nothing frivolous about that.
Click here to read more about the American Cancer Society's Daffodil Days and to find a campaign near you!
The Daffodils are beautiful and fragrant, but most importantly buying a bunch of Daffodils from Daffodil Days means giving to an important cause. The Daffodil Days program promotes cancer awareness while raising funds for the American Cancer Society.
These flowers are inexpensive and a wonderful way to surprise someone you love while still making a meaningful donation. Buying fresh flowers can often feel like a frivolous act, but buying from Daffodil Days means helping patients and families in need, and there is nothing frivolous about that.
Click here to read more about the American Cancer Society's Daffodil Days and to find a campaign near you!
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
Something I Learned From Lending Hearts
Now that our bellies are full of flavored ice and eyes full of sunshine, I would like to share something very important and special that took place this weekend.
On Sunday I went to an event with my mother, sister, and my sister's Daisy troop that was nothing short of beautiful. My sister's troop decided to donate their extra Girl Scout cookies to an organization known as Lending Hearts. This Pittsburgh-based non-profit group aims to provide support for families and patients affected by childhood cancer. To read more about Lending Hearts, please go here.
We delivered the cookies at an event held by Lending Hearts, and the event was wonderful. There was catered food, desserts, raffles, crafts, and face-paint. In true Pittsburgh fashion, there was a Penguin theme to the event. Sunday's game was aired while the Daisy's and small survivors chased roaming balloons.
The surprises Lending Hearts had arranged for the children, however, was the best part of the event. Iceburgh, the Penguin's mascot appeared at the event, giving high fives and blowing kisses before playing a game of corn hole with the kids.
Iceburgh was followed up by a visit from an actual, live penguin brought in by the National Aviary.
His name was Simon. He was just as cool as he looks.
While participating in this event would have been touching to anyone, I must share with you all that there is a specific reason why I was so inspired by this event.
I myself am a young adult cancer survivor. I was diagnosed with Hodgkin’s Lymphoma when I was 18 years old, and thankfully I recently celebrated 3 full years of remission on March 11th.
I did not share this in my previous posts until now because I wanted to try to write about the other strange but wonderful parts of my life. I wanted to write about experiences that I felt other twenty-somethings could relate to and understand.
I guess if I am honest, I wanted to avoid creating a blog in which the entire focus was cancer. I believe that there are a lot of components that make up a person, and I wanted you to know other things about me before knowing one thing that will always stay with me and define me: I am a cancer survivor.
I watched a mini survivor on Sunday point to her knit penguin cap that covered her soft, baby bald head. She gestured to Iceburgh the mascot to show him that she’s just like him, she’s wearing a penguin face too.
I watched her and I imagined her future. Her hair will grow back long, until she decides to cut it into an edgy bob or throws it up into a pony tail, kisses her mom goodbye on the cheek before she runs out the front door to meet her friends. She’ll go to the movies and throw popcorn at strangers. She’ll look up to see stars above stadium lights and football fields. She’ll kiss boys who she’ll hate later.
Whatever amazing or ordinary thing she does, whichever special woman she decides to be, she will always be a cancer survivor. She reminded me on Sunday, I will be too.
On Sunday I went to an event with my mother, sister, and my sister's Daisy troop that was nothing short of beautiful. My sister's troop decided to donate their extra Girl Scout cookies to an organization known as Lending Hearts. This Pittsburgh-based non-profit group aims to provide support for families and patients affected by childhood cancer. To read more about Lending Hearts, please go here.
We delivered the cookies at an event held by Lending Hearts, and the event was wonderful. There was catered food, desserts, raffles, crafts, and face-paint. In true Pittsburgh fashion, there was a Penguin theme to the event. Sunday's game was aired while the Daisy's and small survivors chased roaming balloons.
The surprises Lending Hearts had arranged for the children, however, was the best part of the event. Iceburgh, the Penguin's mascot appeared at the event, giving high fives and blowing kisses before playing a game of corn hole with the kids.
Iceburgh was followed up by a visit from an actual, live penguin brought in by the National Aviary.
His name was Simon. He was just as cool as he looks.
While participating in this event would have been touching to anyone, I must share with you all that there is a specific reason why I was so inspired by this event.
I myself am a young adult cancer survivor. I was diagnosed with Hodgkin’s Lymphoma when I was 18 years old, and thankfully I recently celebrated 3 full years of remission on March 11th.
I did not share this in my previous posts until now because I wanted to try to write about the other strange but wonderful parts of my life. I wanted to write about experiences that I felt other twenty-somethings could relate to and understand.
I guess if I am honest, I wanted to avoid creating a blog in which the entire focus was cancer. I believe that there are a lot of components that make up a person, and I wanted you to know other things about me before knowing one thing that will always stay with me and define me: I am a cancer survivor.
I watched a mini survivor on Sunday point to her knit penguin cap that covered her soft, baby bald head. She gestured to Iceburgh the mascot to show him that she’s just like him, she’s wearing a penguin face too.
I watched her and I imagined her future. Her hair will grow back long, until she decides to cut it into an edgy bob or throws it up into a pony tail, kisses her mom goodbye on the cheek before she runs out the front door to meet her friends. She’ll go to the movies and throw popcorn at strangers. She’ll look up to see stars above stadium lights and football fields. She’ll kiss boys who she’ll hate later.
Whatever amazing or ordinary thing she does, whichever special woman she decides to be, she will always be a cancer survivor. She reminded me on Sunday, I will be too.
GET OUT NOW
In case you didn't already know...today is the first official day of spring! Which means Rita's is giving away FREE italian ice today.
GO TO RITA'S NOW. You're welcome :)
I got mango and it was delish.
What's your favorite Rita's ice flavor?
GO TO RITA'S NOW. You're welcome :)
I got mango and it was delish.
What's your favorite Rita's ice flavor?
Friday, March 16, 2012
Scary Monsters And Nice Sprites
My experience with this new fangled dubstep is minimal. A lot of it makes me want to jump out of a window head first.
Yet, this Skrillex song has grown on me. Maybe it's because I am a sucker for both monsters and sprites. It makes me sway and cringe at once, so I guess the title is fitting...
I don't understand it. And I don't think that I want to.
What do you think about dubstep?
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