Bluebirds and Birch trees

 People sometimes ask my brother and I, "How are you guys so in sync?" We usually look at each other, and just shrug. We don't consider ourselves to be "in sync" any more than other people. Though, you could say I guess that being the other's only friend for months at a time many times over through the years, you get to be very similar in some respects.  My brother apologizes when he brings home food that I can't eat because of whatever's inside it. Even though, he really doesn't need to share his food with me. (I eat some of his food anyway, we're used to just eating the same things for lunch.)  I don't see us as being in sync, so much as learning to live with similar interests. Especially when it comes to food. On multiple occasions we would be sent to the grocery store with a specified amount of money, so we'd have to agree on what to eat. So, even if we are what would be considered "in sync" I would say it came abou

 Be who you are and not who the world wants you to be.  Who would the world want me to be? A girl who's already got one foot out the door for college as soon as my high school diploma is in my hand. The girl that has so much debt already racked up before I'm 20 that I'll spend most of my beginning and middle adult life paying it off. The one who tried smoking just to say I did, or the one who disrespected my parents at every turn. Who would the world want me to be? They would want me to be a nobody. To not make any waves. Who would they want me to be, other than nobody significant.  But who am I? I'm the girl who's working on a plan for how I'm going to start my first job as soon as I graduate. Working on becoming self sufficient for the time that I know will come, which is to be on my own. The girl who got only a basic credit card to pay off, and not use until a real emergency arises. The girl who does her very best in order to stay healthy in a world that

 Someone that I look up to, and greatly admire, is none other than–Captain Kathryn Janeway.  For those of you that have seen and watched Star Trek: Voyager, this probably doesn't come as much of a surprise. She is truly a wonderful character, in far more ways than one.  However, I look up to Captain Janeway for one main reason. That reason being that I felt that she showed how despite the worst of circumstances may come, no matter how much you might lose, or how harsh your environment may become, you don't give in. To me, she showed an immense amount of strength in the worst of times, even through the episodes that were literally titled "Year of Hell."  But at the same time, she was able to show compassion to some that could be called her worst enemies. Such as, the Hirogen. Yet, never once giving quarter to anything that might have given them quarter over her and her crew.  Janeway was the one captain in the Star Trek universe that actually held her ground ag

 Hey everyone! So a lot of the time I hear people talk about who look up to others in history or in fiction, talking about how they have inspired them and such. Well, for the longest time I wasn't sure who it was that I looked up too exactly, especially when it came to history. I honestly am not someone who's interested a whole lot in history unless it comes to cultures, but when it comes to fictional people  my inspiration is very defined.  For the next few days I'll be posting about fictional people who have inspired me, ranging from fantasy characters to sci-fy. And maybe I'll tag some friends to challenge them to write about who has inspired them :)

 When you love someone dearly, they take a place in your heart. But then what do you do when that person leaves.  The hole still remains where that part of your life should have been. But no longer.  Where do you go from there, with an emptiness in your soul that you were never meant to feel in the first place.  What do you do, when your grief is more than you can understand.  Nothing. You don't control your grief, because you shouldn't. Let yourself feel, the way you need to feel. Let your soul grieve, and let your heart cry. Because that special part of your life has just died. Let yourself be angry, or let yourself be sad. Let all of those emotions between rise to the surface and erupt. Because we were not meant to feel grief. That is part of the fall. The fall of mankind. We were not supposed to know this pain, but feel it we now will.  Let grief run its course, and it will pass. But think of it like an ocean storm. The rain might stop, but you are still left with t

 Last night I had my first ballet class in over 10 years. It was so much fun! Not to mention I met some cool people there as well. I'm going to probably be taking the class consistently, though this first time was just a drop in to see if I would even like doing it–which I did! I look forward to doing a dance class once a week or so.  For those of you that don't know, I injured one of my knees a little under 2 years ago while doing some craziness, pulling a muscle that connects to the kneecap. The other was messed up several years before that, the muscles off to the outside and a little below the knee get painful cramps when it's cold and damp.  However! I'm still one of the most competitive people I know. Mainly because I have a great deal of pride, and that's not a good thing. Though, at the same time, I don't always let my injuries slow me down. I'm still one of the more active dancers at my youth group, and I'm probably one of the ones more willin

 Resolutions can be quite strange can't they? One moment you're wondering about something, then something in you just decides–No. You're not going to do that any more.  I often wonder if others feel this way. If you are just thinking about a part of your life, that hasn't changed in forever, yet you wonder why you just let it keep going. Till finally, one day just out of the blue, you take a stand and say, "No more."  Mine are always when I expect them least. Which is a good thing I suppose! Though, I often wonder why I hadn't taken that ability into my hands sooner, since I had them all the while.  The resolution, to not let something in your life keep you stuck. To let something keep you from doing what you need to, or wanting to. Knowing that if you throw in everything you've got, that you'll no longer be a slave to that thing that's keeping you stuck.  I know with others, it can be more difficult with certain things, but you can't

 I'm cooking again! And this could either be a good, or a bad thing. But I'm inclined to think it'll be the former rather than the latter, because I'm at least cooking something I have made before. (Albeit, only once. But at least I am sort of knowledgable about what I am supposed to be doing.)  Crepes are on the menu today! I just made the batter a little while ago. Now, it's sitting in the fridge so the entire thing can settle and fully absorb all that it needs to before I try to make something out of it.  I'm using the only recipe I have, which is also very simple. (From the cookbook 'Joy of Cooking')  Prepping: At about a quarter to 10 this morning. 1/2 cup of Flour 1/2 cup of Milk 1/4 cup Lukewarm Water 2 large Eggs 2 Tbsp. Unsalted butter, melted 1 1/2 Tbsp. Sugar Pinch of Salt  Combine all in a blender or a food processor until smooth, then put into a pitcher, or a bowl with a pouring lip (I'm doing neither because I have a lit

Do you ever just find a quote that seems to just be so profound or just makes you think, that particular way of thinking that makes you think, 'shouldn't I have already known this?' But not in the, 'this is dumb' manner, more the, 'shouldn't this be just how it is?' realm of thinking. Tell me your thoughts on these, I'm interested. Remembering, is that the key? Or forgetting? Forgetting even time itself? Such a feat not easily managed, nor lightly accomplished.

 I find it so facinating most days that I can have so many friends, and we are all so different from one another. Yet, somehow, we all manage to get along (most the time, you gotta make allowances for some mess ups from time to time).  Also, the fact that if I include all of the friends I have made face to face, along with those I have met online, I have only greatly increased the number of people I have known, and have gotten to know at that point that many more different people.  We have blogs some of us, and all of us blog quite differently to be honest. But if we all blogged the same, then who would want to read us?  Our paths cross sometimes in the matter of topics or discussions, occasionally responding to one another with ideas or our nominations for blog ideas. But, still, I find it so fascinating, that as a girl who once wasn't sure if she'd ever make friends, could come to have so many.  I have lost count in regards to the number of friends I have made, because

 Oh how often I tend to ignore such a profound and true statement.  It's not that I choose to be someone who has a multitude of objects and things, it's just that so many times through the years, I just couldn't bear to think about getting rid of anything .   But now, things are changing, and I am changing. So I have come to stop trying to resist the change that inevitably needs to happen.  Because it's that one process that you learn is the hardest part of growing up; you need to learn to let go.  To learn to let go, is not always an easy thing. Whether it be for an object, or a person. Because life moves so rapidly, that we can easily become stuck in the past. To change is not easy, because it requires growth. And when looking back to childhood, you always experienced growing pains. A lost tooth, a gained inch, broadening of shoulders, and a deepening of the voice. All things that you experience when you grow, can be a pain. Whether physical, or emotional. Becau

 Rain, rain, why do they always tell you, Go away?  Rain, rain, come back another day, Don't you know I want to play?  Rain, rain, your touch like laughter. Rain, rain, run helter skelter.  Don't you see me running now, Wishing you would come back down.  Rain, rain, you sooth my fears. Rain, rain, like I have no fears.  Rain, rain, I wish you well, Rain, rain, you lift my spell.  Rain, rain, like sweetened honey, Rain, rain, you are so funny!  Rain, rain, you move like the ocean, Never stopping, never ceasing.  Rain, rain, with you, I feel like I am breathing. Rain©Mae Fort

... I mean gluten. Regarding gluten. Hey! It's August, which means that starting technically yesterday (though stuff happened and it didn't work out) I am attempting to go gluten free in my diet to see how that clears up my health.  I didn't have a problem with going gluten free at first, (but I said earlier stuff happened) but while in the store the person I was with decided to spend about half of our grocery shopping trip in the baked goods section... yeah. I wasn't very happy for a little while.  But anyway! Most people apparently struggle to change breakfast routines the most when they change their diets. For me, that isn't really going to be a struggle changing it. Mainly because I don't actually eat any food until about 10. I start with coffee or tea, but rarely to I eat anything right after waking up.  As it is, I'll be eating a lot of rice in the future, and later today most likely. But one thing that does have me excited is that I've been