Monday, December 26, 2011

Jar of Hearts.

One of the most beautiful songs, voices and videos ever.
I love it.
She is an amazing artist.
And I totally relate to this song.
But it's okay. You move on.
You take your heart back.
You become a better person.

Sunday, December 25, 2011

Merry Christmas.

We had a great Christmas! Hope everyone did, too!
It was so wonderful watching Little Miss open up her gifts...or rather, me opening them and her playing with the wrapping paper more than the gift. :D But regardless, it was amazing. 
I just love this girl!
She makes every day brighter!

Saturday, December 24, 2011

Sunday, December 18, 2011

Christmas Music.

I know many people LOVE Christmas music.
But I've gotta be honest.
It drives me nuts. Especially when I start hearing it before Thanksgiving.
So, the cure to Christmas insanity?
I choose not to listen to it.
It is one week til Christmas. I have not listened to Christmas music. Sure, I hear it in the stores and restaurants...but I don't listen to it. And I have kept my sanity.
Tonight, I was watching SNL. And Michael Buble was singing.
Oh. My. Goodness.
I am now listening to Christmas music.

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Christmas is Crazy.

Have you ever been in the toy section of Walmart around Christmastime?
You probably have. But this was a first for me. I went Christmas shopping for Little Miss, and Holy Santa Claus! It was insanity!
Not to mention expensive!
But I'm glad I was able to get pretty much all of my Christmas shopping done the other day. It's just one more thing to check off my list.
Additionally, I have completed my third semester of college! I am another semester closer to graduating! Woo hoo! That's another thing to check off.
So, my lack of posts can be blamed on work, school, and Christmas. But now that I'm out for the break, my schedule has really opened up! And now I can sit down and enjoy. A bit.
I must say, I'm pretty stoked about Christmas. I'm pretty stoked because...
I'm making some of my presents!
Gah! I can't wait to post pictures of them...but I have to, at least until I actually give the gifts to my friends and family.
And I'm super stoked for Christmas with Little Miss! I know she'll loved the boxes and wrapping paper more than her presents, but I'm still excited!
So, this was just a little update. I didn't fall of the face of the planet. I didn't abandon you guys. I've just been super busy. But fear not, more posts will be coming!
Happy Holidays everyone!

Thursday, November 17, 2011

What Teachers Make.

Today in my Education class, we watched this video. It is amazing. I love it when someone asks me why I want to be a teacher. You won't make any money doing that. High school English? That's the worst! High schoolers are terrible! You're crazy.
See that right there? That's where people have it wrong. All of that.. Being a teacher isn't about making money. It's about making a difference. High school isn't terrible unless you make it terrible. Teenagers are incredible. And they're the future. Children under 18 might only make up a small percentage of the population, but they make up 100% of the future.
If one student, just one, comes back to me and says, "Gee, you really helped me understand Shakespeare. You really helped me learn how to write a paper. I didn't get the difference between a simile and a metaphor before your class." or even "You were there when I needed someone to talk to. Thanks," then I've made a difference. And that's why I want to be a teacher.

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

On Children

Your children are not your children.
     They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
     And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
     For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
     For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow
     which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
     but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children
     as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
     and He bends you with His might
     that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
     For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
     so He loves also the bow that is stable.

Khalil Gibran
from The Prophet

Thursday, November 10, 2011

Beautiful Disaster.

Perhaps our eyes need to be washed by our tears once in a while, so that we can see Life with a clearer view again.
Alex Tan

Friday, November 4, 2011

A Conversation Regarding Polite Behavior.

Little Miss was lying beside me on the bed, when the Kitten curled up on my lap. Little Miss reached up and grabbed his face, then put his ear and her thumb in her mouth contentedly, while the Kitten was mewling in protest. After freeing the poor little boy from my daughters painful grasp, we had a short conversation.
"Honey, you can't pull on the kitty like that. It's not nice," I said.
She merely smiled and tried to grab my hair.
"No," I said, moving her hands away. "I need to explain this to you. Pulling on the kitty's hair hurts him. That's why he meows. He wants you to let go."
She stuck her thumb back in her mouth and smiled.
"I understand you think it's fun. But for him, it's not. It hurts him. And it's not very polite to hurt the kitty."
Little Miss then began to babble over my conversation, despite my requests for her to listen. Alas, the child has made up her mind: she will pull the Kitten's hair. And she will pull Mom's hair. And she will try to stick anything she gets her hands on in her mouth.
So, the lesson to be learned from this conversation?
Talk to the cat instead.

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Halloween and Milestones.

Well, Halloween has come and gone! Little Miss and I had so much fun! She was so stinking adorable, I just had to put up some pictures.
And no, this little ducky does not quack. She giggles and growls. Pretty funny.

Sunday, October 23, 2011


What is uttered from the heart alone
Will win the hearts of others to your own.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Monday, October 17, 2011

How To Get Cute Baby Pictures.

I read an article about how to get the cutest pictures of your baby. Because, let's face it, no one is perfect all the time. So this article had a lot of great tips.
So I wanted to show some of my baby's great pictures...along with some of her not so great ones.
Tip Number One: Get shots of your baby doing what she naturally does.
Little Miss loves to suck her thumb.

Tip Number Two: Make sure your baby is comfortable in her environment.
I know this one. It is really difficult to get Little Miss to take pictures when she's at a studio. She's just not comfortable. But when she's at home, I'm able to get a lot more, because it's the environment she is used to.

Tip Number Three: Take a lot of pictures.
I take so many pictures of Little Miss. Possibly thousands. But I only keep hundreds. Because odds are the first couple of shots aren't quite what I want.

Tip Number Four (And the best way to get Little Miss to smile): Be silly!
I constantly make a fool of myself. Why? Because I will do pretty much anything to make my baby happy. And the same goes for nearly every parent. Your little monster is far more important than your reputation, so act goofy. Her laughter is totally worth it.

And, because no baby is always happy, here are some not so great pictures.

Yes. That's my girl. <3

Are You Looking For Inspiration? Look Here.

Garth Catterall-Heart.

Mahatma Gandhi.

Saturday, October 15, 2011

I've Been There, Too.

I came across an article tonight while engaging in my nightly relaxation routine. One of the activities of my routine is to go onto MSN or Yahoo and read a couple of eye-catching articles. Why? Because it keeps me up to date with the world; it expands my knowledge; it opens new doors; it gives a new view on topics; it helps me settle down before going to bed.
One of the articles tonight was on depression. To be clear: this is not the normal ups and downs we all feel. As explained briefly here, depression makes just simply living dreadful.
I seem to be stumbling upon articles at the exact right moment lately.
This article was about the dangers of untreated depression. Dangers of depression? I'm sorry, but that kind of seems like a Duh question. The most extreme danger of not getting treated for depression is suicide. But I didn't realize just how much more you risk when it's ignored. It can lower your immune system. Now that I think about it, yeah, makes sense. There's also that constant pain. It's a kind of pain that is...consuming. Always there. Headaches, back aches, a gnawing feeling in the pit of your stomach, emptiness.
In case you couldn't tell, I've dealt with depression before. I understand how hard it is to first accept that you have depression...and realize it really isn't your fault. It is a medical condition. And it is something that can be treated. 
If a doctor diagnosed you with cancer, you wouldn't just shrug and say "well, maybe it'll go away on its own." You'd get the treatment necessary to make yourself better. It's really the same thing with depression, only sometimes the treatment includes therapy as well as medication.
The irony of it really is that depression often times makes you feel helpless and hopeless...and thus you have no desire or motivation to help yourself.
Like I said, I've dealt with depression. And I will probably continue to deal with it throughout life. It's not a weakness. It's just something that is a part of my life. And I have to know the signs and how to get help if I need it. So I feel like it's important for everyone to know the signs, how to get help, and the dangers of not getting help.
So, if you feel like you or a loved one maybe be suffering from depression, talk to your doctor. (Hey, I sounded just like the commercials there! But really, talk to doc.)

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

The Fire of Drift-Wood.

We sat within the farm-house old,
  Whose windows, looking o'er the bay,
Gave to the sea-breeze damp and cold,
  An easy entrance, night and day.

Not far away we saw the port,
  The strange, old-fashioned, silent town,
The lighthouse, the dismantled fort,
  The wooden houses, quaint and brown.

We sat and talked until the night,
  Descending, filled the little room;
Our faces faded from the sight,
  Our voices only broke the gloom.

We spake of many a vanished scene,
  Of what we once had thought and said,
Of what had been, and might have been,
  And who was changed, and who was dead;

And all that fills the hearts of friends,
  When first they feel, with secret pain,
Their lives thenceforth have separate ends,
  And never can be one again;

The first slight swerving of the heart,
  That words are powerless to express,
And leave it still unsaid in part,
  Or say it in too great excess.

The very tones in which we spake
  Had something strange, I could but mark;
The leaves of memory seemed to make
  A mournful rustling in the dark.

Oft died the words upon our lips,
  As suddenly, from out the fire
Built of the wreck of stranded ships,
  The flames would leap and then expire.

And, as their splendor flashed and failed,
  We thought of wrecks upon the main,
Of ships dismasted, that were hailed
  And sent no answer back again.

The windows, rattling in their frames,
  The ocean, roaring up the beach,
The gusty blast, the bickering flames,
  All mingled vaguely in our speech;

Until they made themselves a part
  Of fancies floating through the brain,
The long-lost ventures of the heart,
  That send no answers back again.

O flames that glowed!  O hearts that yearned!
  They were indeed too much akin,
The drift-wood fire without that burned,
  The thoughts that burned and glowed within.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Sunday, October 9, 2011

Losing My Religion.

Means so much more than just the words.

Today's Word of the Day is Arbitrary.

It has come to my attention that there is some concern about my feelings toward love and marriage.
When someone says "I don't believe in love; I don't believe in marriage," the concern trigger is flipped. And I have said these things. I would like to say that those statements, in my case, are inaccurate.
I do believe in love. I enjoy romance novels and chick flicks. I like seeing people walking together and holding hands. I never realized how much I could love someone until I met my daughter. Thus, I believe in love. I believe love is arbitrary.
When I dated this guy early in high school, I loved him. Up until that point, I had never loved someone as much as I loved him. I dated more guys, and each guy I loved. Each time, it was a little different. Each time, I had never loved as much as I loved then. Because of what I had experienced, my definition of love was constantly changing. It still is, and it will continue to change as I grow and change.
I believe marriage can work. There are plenty of people who have made their marriages work. And I don't mean this as in "'til death" but more as the amount of happiness sustained. Please note that happiness is arbitrary, and can only be defined by the couple, both as a unit and as individuals, in that relationship. A couple can be absolutely miserable and remain married forever, and that is not success. A couple can be happy, grow as people, and realize they want different things and thus get divorced. Yes, the marriage has ended. The couple is still good friends. That is success. A couple can have their ups and downs and remain married forever. That is success. A couple can start off rocky, never work through things, and get divorced. That is not success. Success, you see, is also arbitrary. It changes from couple to couple, depending on their individual needs and their specific marital situation.
So, I do believe in love and marriage.
This is what I don't believe.
I don't believe that I need to be married to be happy. And I don't believe that in order to have a successful life, I have to be married. I don't believe marriage should be a goal to living a good life.
I understand that when people say, "You just need to have hope you'll find someone someday," they just want me to be happy. 
Here's the thing. I don't not want that "hope." I do not want the responsibilities of a relationship. I don't want the responsibilities, the time, the energy that goes into even thinking about a relationship. I don't want to dream about "finding someone someday."
I have so many more responsibilities that I have to deal with here and now without adding that to the mix. I have work. I have school. I have the raising of a child. Why would I want to take what little time I get to myself and give it to working at a relationship. Selfish? Yeah. It is. I absolutely agree. But I don't have the time to give. 
So, to conclude, I believe in love; I believe in marriage. I do not want a relationship right now, or anytime in the foreseeable future. So, if you feel you must give me the hope of finding myself a suitable man to make me happy and provide for me and my child, please be prepared for me to inform you that I do not need a man to make me happy, and I can provide for my child myself. Just be aware that I probably will not be so polite.

Saturday, October 8, 2011


I just want to say that...
I absolutely love October! I love Halloween!
And I am absolutely excited for my Little Miss's first Halloween. :D
Yes, this does mean that there is going to be an excess amount of candy...because she can't eat candy...oh, darn, who's gonna eat all that candy? Hahaha.
But still, I am so excited to take her trick-or-treating! Especially since she can't eat the candy, so I don't have to worry about her getting a sugar high and getting sick to her stomach yet!
Little Miss's preparation plans for her first Halloween:
1. Get adorable pictures in my costume.
2. Go to a pumpkin patch and help Mom pick out pumpkins.
3. Carve said pumpkins with adorable little faces (I'll let Mom handle that part)
4. Ride a hay ride? Mom says maybe, we'll see.
5. Go trick-or-treating!
So, needless to say, Little Miss is gonna be quite busy this month. And so will I.
I'll probably be posting photos soon.
Happy Preparation for Halloween!!

Monday, October 3, 2011

Bright Side.

It's been a rough couple of weeks.
What a depressing way to start a post when you haven't been around in awhile? It's like, when you see an old friend, and you say, "hey, how've you been?" and they reply, "life freaking sucks." You don't really expect them to answer like that. You expect a "good, how are you?" But then life intervenes, and you realize you just can't follow the script anymore.
Life isn't all rainbows and unicorns. Sometimes there's a broken down Chevy and storm clouds.
I'm tired. I think that's my main problem right now. Between school, work, raising Little Miss, family and personal issues, I am emotionally drained, and approaching mental exhaustion.
On the bright side, I had a fabulous massage today thanks to my friend. Definitely needed. And this weekend, I had a great time at the game with my friends while my aunt watched Little Miss.
It's nice to get breaks from time to time.
So, I guess even when life is a freaking avalanche, there's always a bright side.

Approaching Another Milestone.

Wow, it has been forever since I have written on here.
Slacker! I know.
Well, Little Miss is approaching yet another milestone...
Yes, she is trying to scoot. It's pretty funny. She wants to move so badly, and gets kind of pissed that she can't.
Anyways, here's the video of her trying to scoot.
As you can see, she is growing fast. As soon as she figures out she has to push with her arms, too, I'm sure she'll be moving faster than I can keep up with.

Thursday, September 8, 2011

Five Habits of Success.

This article I read today was absolutely inspirational.
As a young, single mom, life is hard. There's work, school, personal dilemmas, and raising Little Miss. There are times when life seems downright impossible.
Now would be one of those times.
So reading this article gave me some ideas on what I need to work on to be successful.
Number One: Stand up to Fear.
Definitely working on this one right now.
Isn't it amazing how sometimes little things happen that really apply to your situation, hardship, life at that moment?

Wednesday, September 7, 2011


Another day with my sweet Little Miss.
First, we had fun playing in the bath. We splashed and giggled and got all clean.
Then, we got our pictures taken. It was a little rocky to start, but then she realized that Mommy was silly and smiled for us.
Then, we came home, played with the kitty, and took a long nap.
After our nap, we played some more.
Then, my big girl ate carrots! It took a little bit of work, but we're starting to get it. Of course, we got quite a bit on our hands and face.

We played some more, and now we're all tired out and sleeping.
Surprisingly, and excitingly, she went to sleep without fighting. Of course, this probably won't happen again, but I definitely am thankful it did tonight.
Now for finishing up the night with some homework. Good night all!


I really needed a reminder that I am getting stronger.
It doesn't always feel that way, but after the pain eases and the shock clears, I hold my head up a little higher.
One of these days, I won't even think of you. One of these days, I will be completely indifferent to you.
One of these days, you really and truly will just be a memory, and I'll be stronger.

Monday, September 5, 2011

She is a Breeze.

She is a breeze.
As gentle and cool as a glance,
Raise of a slender brow,
High heels and lace.
Confidence, yes.
A breeze teeming with knowledge;
I can,
I will be,
I am.
More than a wish,
More than hope.
A breeze that rises
High above foggy valleys,
Cars horns, angry roads.
Rushing past
A breeze that glides through the challenges,
Crowds of thunderstorms
Shoving and pushing.
Slides through waving hands,
Flashing lights,
Smooth words.
A breeze that is
Laden with the grief and pain
Of a past.
Still moving forward.
Past distraction;
Past confusion.
Becoming more than a might be;
More than a will be.
A breeze, she is.


I really needed this. Thanks Talk 2 the Trees.

Thursday, September 1, 2011

Birthdays and Blessings.

Wow. It's crazy to think that my Little Miss has grown from a little tiny spec into a 13 pound, giggling little blessing. She's grown from a little being that I hadn't even fathomed into my whole world. This time last year, I would have never imagined that I would become a mother to such a perfect little girl. And yet, even then she knew me. Her little cells were multiplying at an incredible rate to create what would become her.
 Happy 3 Month Birthday today to my sweet little girl. And Happy year of existence this weekend. You will always have all of my heart.

Wednesday, August 24, 2011


"I was never one to patiently pick up broken fragments and glue them together again and tell myself that the mended whole was as good as new. What is broken is broken -- and I'd rather remember it as it was at its best than mend it and see the broken places as long as I lived." Margaret Mitchell
 Sometimes you just have to walk away. Remember the good, forgive the bad, and accept that it can't be fixed. And that's okay.

"There are reasons we met, reasons for the good and the bad times, and more importantly, a reason to an end. We have more to learn, more to experience, and more loving left in this lifetime."
More loving left in this lifetime.

Happiness Depends Upon Ourselves.

 The key to a life filled with happiness.
As portrayed by Little Miss.
Walk Amongst the Roses.

Treat Yourself to a Spa Day.

Make Silly Faces.

Take Time to Play.
Take a Nap.

Laugh. Laugh. Laugh.

Now and then it's good to pause in our pursuit of happiness and just be happy. -Guillaume Apollinaire
This is my happy.

Monday, August 22, 2011

Of Mice and Men.

Classes start tomorrow!! I'm pretty excited about this. I guess I'm just one of those weird people that actually enjoy school. (This is a good thing, because I'm going to become a teacher.)
That's not really the point of this post. I just wanted to express my excitement first.
Okay. So, this is about goals.
I want to say, I am horrible about making goals. And it's mainly because I always think of goals as having to be this big thing. Like, graduate high school, graduate college, have a job, make money, get a car, buy a house, travel, get married, have kids.
Last week I took Little Miss to the doctor. She has torticollis (shortened neck muscles on one side that make her head and neck all caddywhompus and make her feel like she's got a stiff neck and back all the time). While we were there, the doctor asked me what my goals for physical therapy were. I kind of shrugged. I had no clue, I just wanted my kid to be happy and comfortable. So I said that. And the doctor nodded and wrote it down. It's a simple goal...but achieving it is pretty complicated. There's a lot of work that Little Miss and I will have to do to get her to be happy and comfortable. So I had to specify what I wanted to see to get her to that point.
Sometimes our goals are as simple and as complicated as that.
I've made some recent goals. Like, I have decided I want to learn how to sew. Yup. I'm pretty excited for it. And I want to do a series of paintings for Little Miss and sculptures for myself. And I will write and publish a beautiful novel. I'm already working on that last part. These are more just for my own enjoyment and sense of accomplishment. They don't really have a time line.
These goals I've made, while not as difficult as, say, climbing Mount Everest or swimming across the Atlantic (I don't know though. Sewing seems pretty tough to me), they're pretty important to me. And so are some of my day to day goals. Doing the weeks laundry and putting the clothes away. Vacuuming the living room. Spelling vacuuming correctly (I tried four times before getting it right.)
If you don't motivate yourself to complete your day-to-day goals, and are encouraged once you do, then how are you going to be motivated to achieve the bigger things?
I guess I have a couple of points here. One: goals don't have to be difficult. Two: being happy is one of the simplest and most complicated goals there is. Three: make fun goals that are just for yourself. Four: the day-to-day goals are important.
How many times can you put the word goals in a blog? I count 14. (Hopefully I counted correctly...there's a reason I'm going to be an English teacher.)

Sunday, August 21, 2011


Today was a very exciting day for Little Miss and me. She rolled from her back to her belly. She actually rolled completely over twice before this video was shot.
It's rewarding for me to get to see her grow and learn. Rolling over is a huge milestone.
I'm so proud of my little girl!

Five Lessons.

First off, I'd like to express how excited I am about my redesigned blog. I love it. I am pretty much jumping up and down and squealing and giggling in delight (all in my head, of course.)
Okay. So I was on my social networking page, and I saw my friend post an article from another social networking site. So, I read the article, called Five Lessons About How to Treat People.
And I've got to say...Yes. I love articles like these. They make you smile and (if you're like me) cry a little.
Particularly, I want to comment on the third lesson: "Remember Those Who Serve." I'll admit, I don't always tip. And I don't always tip well. But I don't think the point of this lesson is that you have to tip, or that you have to tip well. And while yes, I do think that the point of the lesson is to tip what you can (read, do what you can to help), I don't think that's the whole of it.
No, let's look at the waitress in the lesson, and not the little boy.
When the little boy asked how much a sundae and then a plain dish of ice cream costs, the waitress was brusque and impatient. Understandable, as there were people waiting for her to seat them. Still, I think the lesson is to be kind to everyone.
Sure, you can be kind to those you know will help you out (like the customers that obviously will buy a full lunch, not just a measly bowl of vanilla ice cream.) And yeah, I could say, "Be nice to everyone, because you never know who will leave you a good tip."
But I'd rather just leave it at because. No reason. Just be kind.
Sometimes it's hard. I mean, goodness, sometimes you have a ton of customers waiting for you to seat them, and the person who's suppose to take over the dinner shift is late, and the new cook already burned a customer's chicken parmesan, and your kids just called to tell you the dog ran off again, and goodness why can't they call their dad?
Talk about a hard day. Luckily, there is that little boy that will get a plain dish of ice cream instead of a sundae just to make sure he has enough money to leave a tip. That's pretty nice.
I don't know about you, but I feel a lot better when I'm nice to people than when I'm impatient and brusque. Ha, well if you want a reason, that's a pretty darn good one.

Friday, August 19, 2011

Like My Mother Does.

I love this song. Absolutely love it.
It makes me think of all the things my mother has taught me, everything she has given me, all she has shared with me. 
And it makes me look forward to all that I can give to my little girl. 
When people tell me that Little Miss looks just like me, that is one the best compliments I have ever been given. Because she is perfect in absolutely every way.
When I first brought Little Miss home from the hospital, I was so scared to sing to her. I know everyone says that it's good to talk to and sing to babies, but I was terrified. What do I say to her? What if she doesn't like me? How can I live up to what this perfect little girl needs in a mother? I mean, I do not have a good voice. It's not being humble, I just can't sing. Why on earth would she want to hear me butcher a beautiful song?
But at four o'clock in the morning, when she's already been crying for two hours and will not go to sleep, fear and embarrassment kind of go out the window. So I sang to her. I sang Taylor Swift and The Cranberries and Train and The Killers.
And I discovered something. It doesn't matter that I sing like a dying cow. To my Little Miss, it's exactly what she needs. It soothes her to sleep, or it makes her smile and laugh. And I'm happy with both.
She may grow up hearing about how she's just like me, like I always heard how I was just like my mother. I used to hate being compared to my mom. But now, I'm honored. And when someone says my little girl laughs or acts or looks or whatever like I do--and even though I know she may hate it--well, for me, that's one of the best things a mother can hear.

Morning Lullabies.

Well, it's now 5:30 in the morning. I've been up since 3. 
So, let's sing some Morning Lullabies.

Friday, August 12, 2011

Getting Our Shots.

Today I read a blog my friend wrote about letting go. Coincidentally, I was talking with my mother yesterday and she said something quite similar. As I'm staring at my computer screen, thinking Man, this is harder to write than I expected, I'm realizing it's kind of like getting our shots.
Little Miss got her shots yesterday. One oral vaccine and three shots. And it was so hard not to make them stop and leave. Actually, I did tell them to wait and stop, but they were so fast. They were already done and putting band-aids on her. And so I held her and cried with her.
See, she's still a baby, so I can do that. I can hold her and cry. But I know that as she gets older, I'll have to suck it up. I'll have to be strong for her.
As a parent, sometimes you have to let go of your own fear and pain and just be strong. Just be there for your child, just comfort her. I know I can't protect her from every owie. Even if I could, I shouldn't. Because that's part of growing up. Like shots, it's necessary in our lives.
So that's my inspiration. Getting our shots. Even though I have to let go, I also get to be so proud of my Little Miss. And so blessed to have her in my life.

Monday, August 8, 2011

Winnie the Pooh.

Sometimes,' said Pooh, 'the smallest things take up the most room in your heart.

Little Lion Man.

So, I'm definitely in need of inspiration tonight. Just one of those days turned into one of those nights.
I wish it wasn't one of those nights. In my blog of inspiration...I'm writing a kind of downer post.
I love this song. I heard it a lot on the radio when I was driving to class this past spring semester. I would turn up the radio and just belt it out. And many times I'd cry.
Because, you see, it was my heart. And seriously, the line "I really F****d it up this time" totally applies. Grace, boldness, and courage wasted. Especially courage.
I'm doing what I have to now to see to it that it's never my heart on the line again.
And get that courage back.

Sorry for the downer. Not really inspiring. But still love this song!!

Saturday, August 6, 2011

Movie Time.

Little Miss and I just finished watching Seven Brides for Seven Brothers.
Love this movie.
Love old movies.
Of course, I cried. I cry with pretty much everything now. But that's beside the point.
Actually...I don't really know what the point is.
I did Little Miss's and my laundry today! So, I guess watching the movie was a little bit of inspiration to do some housework. Hmmm. Gotta do the dishes. Probably should eat something, too.
But hey, at least I got something done!
And I figured out my point:
If you want inspiration to do some cleaning, watch Seven Brides for Seven Brothers.

Face the Fire.

So I am reading this book. Face the Fire by Nora Roberts.
Yup. It's a romance novel.
I like romance novels. No, I like Nora Roberts. I'm pretty picky on what I read to enjoy (and not analyze). I like her writing style. There are way too many romance novels that annoy me (Twilight) simply because of the writing style (Twilight). It could be a great story line, but if the writing is crap (Twilight) then what's the point?
Anyways, that's a little rant. Back to the book.
This woman had her heart broken, so she decided to live alone and never open herself up to a man again. Now of course we know that a man will come along and she'll fall in love despite her determination not to and they'll live happily ever after. It's romance, afterall.
But just reading how she manages to be happy, even with being devastatingly heart-broken, is amazing to me. She may be alone, but she's not lonely.
So maybe that's not the most uplifting thing for a lot of people. But for me, it's pretty darn inspiring.

P.S. This book is the last of a trilogy. Dance Upon the Air and Heaven and Earth are the other two in the trilogy. If any of you want to read it, I enjoyed it.

Penny on the Train Track.

I love this song. And I love this video. This little grandma is awesome. Made my night.

Thursday, August 4, 2011


Guess How Much I Love You.

I love you right up to the moon--and back.


So, I've started a blog.
I don't know how this will work. Kind of one of those things you go into with your eyes closed and hope for the best.
I should probably start with an explanation.
The title of this blog come from a quote by Karen Ravn:
Only as high as I reach can I grow, only as far as I seek can I go, only as deep as I look can I see, only as much as I dream can I be.
A beautiful quote. I knew what I wanted my blog to be about, so I looked up quotes. This one reached out to me. So I wrote it down. I read a number of quotes, looking for a good title, but I kept coming back to this one. Bee is me. It's a nickname I've been given, and it fits. This blog is me. It is me in written word. It is my source of inspiration.
There are times when I just need inspiration. Inspiration to write, to read, to clean, to work, to relax. To get up in the morning. To go outside in the afternoon. To do the mundane. To do the incredible.
And so I am creating this blog to inspire. Quotes, pictures, songs, poems, stories, events, pets, family, friends, thoughts. All these things inspire me.
My biggest inspiration is my daughter. Little Miss is the most amazing little girl in the world. So odds are, a lot of my little day-to-days will involve her. Like right now. She is lying in my lap, cooing and giggling at the shadows and lights on the walls. And when I lean down and kiss her, she smiles as big as the sky.
It's the simple things that make her happy. 
Sometimes the simple things are the best things.