tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14186897112903410212024-03-05T06:19:39.639-05:00Miles Behind MeUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger52125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418689711290341021.post-73209452926480201512018-05-15T12:55:00.001-04:002018-10-29T05:14:24.321-04:00Leaving the BadAlways remember to leave the bad behind you.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418689711290341021.post-34544249650114657282015-01-14T12:18:00.003-05:002015-01-14T12:18:36.629-05:00Fog, Monsters, and Bears... oh my<div dir="ltr">
I didn't realize what it meant to fortify oneself until I awoke that morning. </div>
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I've read enough books set in the early 1700/1800 England. Where one fortifies oneself with a cup of tea. But the concept never really hit me until I awoke with a deep ache in my ribs. </div>
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It was a cold morning, the type of cold that reaches your bones. </div>
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I woke up to this...</div>
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Washington, the state that makes you wonder if you're in a horror movie. No, wait that's Maine. </div>
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I love living in the great state of Washington. But I can truly say that I didn't know what fog was until moving here. </div>
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A foggy day for me growing up was having a smell fog roll through. Due to the manure pastures and the reasons that fog exists some mornings growing up in rural Indiana involved fog. The fog in Washington is triple that of what I grew up with. It redefined the word fog.</div>
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One day driving passing the Snohomish River I stated to my husband, man it's foggy. He chuckled. He's experienced the fog more than I have on his way to work. And we chuckled that it was the type of fog that if we passed by some girl with long black hair and in white long dress we wouldn't stop.</div>
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One day going to get my husband I actually questioned if they were making the sequel to the Mist. And the fact I was headed towards base didn't help. I was expecting some sort of monster to walk out of the fog.</div>
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Sea Mist is something that I enjoy. The difference between a mist and a fog is how far you can see. What I define as a sea mist is the mist that creeps along the shore and you can still make out the boats and other objects. </div>
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In other words... I enjoy the fog. But does it have to be so creepy?</div>
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The fact that around me are mountains. I wake up every morning with a beautiful view of Mount Baker. Wherever I drive I see mountains. </div>
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Mountains and fog... cue in the howling noises. I expect wolves and bears. Little Red Riding Hood, things like that. Because of the stories I grew up reading.</div>
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Living in the great state of Washington winter has been redefined of me. When I think of snow I hope for a lot and praying my snowboard gets here soon. Where we live it's kind of a cocoon. A safe place away from the snow but where there is rain and fog.</div>
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I love living here and the adventures that come living in Washington. Just please no horror movies out of this state. Leave it to Maine.</div>
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I am calling this Friendly Fire. Because honestly that is what it is.<br />
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I am friends with someone. We'll say Abigail. Abigail and I aren't truly close. Just when we see each other we are friendly. We understand each other. And if I need something I can go to Abigail and get it. If I need someone to talk to I can go to Abigail. But we don't have each other's numbers so it's just when we run into each other.<br />
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Now say I am also friends with Beth and Sam. Well Beth and Sam hate Abigail for x, y, and z reasons. Those reasons you understand. But haven't experienced so you can't agree. But Beth and Sam hate that you are friends with Abigail. When you are around Beth and Sam and stumble upon Abigail there is some hostility.<br />
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Say I haven't confronted Beth and Sam. But they realize that I know Abigail and talk to her. Would you be so hostel when around each other? Or would you be friendly.<br />
<br />This is why I say Friendly Fire. I am try to be around people who are my friends. But I am under fire.<br />
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Sometimes I don't know what to do. I honestly don't want to look at Beth and Sam and tell them "really I can be friends with more than one person" or "just because I am friends with someone doesn't change who I am".<br />
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It gets to the point you want to take a step back. You haven't wanted to say anything because honestly SHOULD YOU?<br />
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I've honestly had people dump me as a friend because of what someone else has said. Hasn't been true. I've had some people, who I laugh cause they brag they are Christians, who talk smack about me that isn't true. And then someone else decides they don't want to be my friend. Okay those aren't true friends.<br />
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I have split my friends into friends (those people I call true friends) and acquaintances (those who leave you for the above example). If I call you my friend, you are my friend. If I say just someone I know, you are an acquaintance. <br />
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I don't want to dumb someone as a friend just because of this Friendly Fire. I don't care if you get along with them. I am their friend for a reason and I won't change my mind by what you say.<br />
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Do you?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418689711290341021.post-69108788514386103372014-11-24T13:00:00.000-05:002014-11-24T13:00:02.330-05:00You See Everything<center>
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When I first heard the Alanis Morissette song Everything it hit close to home. When I watched the music video it hit closer to home.<br />
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I actually did what Morissette did in the video. I took a pair of scissors and cut my hair. I then went to the salon and got a pixie cut. I took a photo of the hair in the trash. I wasn't shy of what I did. I admitted it.<br />
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I changed my looks for ME.<br />
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I then decided to take this one step further...<br />
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I got a tattoo. "You see all my light and you love all my dark" Deciding on highlighting the words light and love.<br />
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I admitted to myself when I cut my hair I had a lot of dark in me. I mean that is why I have the blog Miles Behind Me. Because I want to leave the dark way behind me. But sometimes you can't.<br />
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The whole reason I decided to date my husband was because for the whole time we have known each other he hasn't care about my dark, he's only seen my light. We met when I first moved to Virginia and became friends. We were friends of friends and had met. He was my friend, then became my best friend.<br />
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He didn't know I had the tattoo. He didn't realize I had it until we started dating. And I explained it to him. And little did I know he fit the tattoo to a T.<br />
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So while it may seem odd I get this tattoo I know what it means. It means so much to me. Just as much as the other tattoos that I have. That I've marked my skin despite my religion due to what the tattoos mean to me. It was worth it.<br />
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Every tattoo I have means something important. Just like the next I plan on getting.<br />
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Yes I am a tattoo person.<br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418689711290341021.post-70221847370036617292014-11-22T17:18:00.000-05:002014-11-22T17:18:00.163-05:00Easter?I was knee deep into writing a book. The doorbell rang so I ran down the stairs to answer the door. And then I saw the neighbors carrying Easter baskets.<br />
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And for that brief moment I had to ask myself... What time of year is it?<br />
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For that brief moment my eyes laid upon the Easter baskets the date slipped by, the fact that Thanksgiving was around the corner was gone, the fact I was listening to Christmas music on the radio while I was out was gone... Those Easter baskets made me question everything.<br />
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It wasn't just the Easter basket. There was the grass, the eggs. EASTER STUFF!!<br />
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And my brain checked out. I barely even invited the person inside. My mind was EASTER.<br />
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My husband came home, it was his friend. I ran upstairs and checked my phone. Okay, November 22. It has been November 22 the whole day. I knew the date. My wedding anniversary was yesterday. Was so happy yesterday.<br />
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But that Easter stuff made me question everything. Made me question reality.<br />
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Although we know how things work now a days. Christmas stuff is already out. People have their trees up. Christmas Christmas Christmas. Even though Thanksgiving is around the corner.<br />
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<p dir="ltr">Actually my sailor let me sleep in. He told me to sleep in. Told me to stay in bed until noon. </p>
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<p dir="ltr">He went out with a shipmate and took advantage of a free breakfast. Thanks IHOP for doing that.</p>
<p dir="ltr">He told me he had a surprise. And I was treated with two cupcakes from my favorite cupcake place. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Then went out to eat at Olive Garden. I was treated to a nice glass of wine. Told to order wine.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Thank you to those who serve our country. <br>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418689711290341021.post-49567040745243966252014-11-04T16:58:00.001-05:002014-11-04T16:58:01.706-05:00Did you vote? I didn't <p dir="ltr">I can honestly tell you the last time I voted it was for Gore. </p>
<p dir="ltr">What can I say. I'm a Republican. Err I was. I was a straight ticket Republican. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Watching the elections that year something deep settled inside of me. </p>
<p dir="ltr">My vote doesn't count. </p>
<p dir="ltr">When it comes down to a Presidential election my vote doesn't count. Your vote doesn't count. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I don't believe in the electoral college voting system. </p>
<p dir="ltr">So I don't vote. I haven't registered to vote since Gore lost. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Do I care about what goes on in our country? Yes. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I don't withhold my vote because I don't care about who represents me. No I do. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I don't vote because I'm standing behind up for a belief that my vote counts. And each vote for President of the United States should count. </p>
<p dir="ltr">You see I'm from Indiana and Indiana is a Republican state. But say the Democrats are in power. Everyone in Indiana votes for a Republican but the Democrats have power. So thus all of Indiana electoral votes go to the Democratic President Elect. Even though the Republicans have said they want a Republican. </p>
<p dir="ltr">If the state is mixed you can't split the vote. </p>
<p dir="ltr">And don't get me started on those who paper vote and mail it in...</p>
<p dir="ltr">I don't vote because I don't believe we truly live in a democratic union where the people get the say of what they truly want. </p>
<p dir="ltr">We don't truly have a free country. </p>
<p dir="ltr">We may have certain freedoms I am grateful for. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I suppose you can say this ends with "I have a dream". </p>
<p dir="ltr">I have a dream one day my vote will count. And when it does. I'll vote. <br></p>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418689711290341021.post-85997524478265619592014-11-03T19:16:00.001-05:002014-11-03T19:16:55.656-05:00Sun, Dear Sun, Where Did You Go?Dear Sun,<br />
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Oh my dearest Sun. The bright object that raises in the sky that defines morning from night. I miss thee.<br />
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It truly feels nice when the sun finally peaks from the clouds and there is a sunny day. But lately the weather has been gloomy. But what did I expect. I mean we live in the PNW (Pacific Northwest).<br />
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Some days I feel like I am chasing the sun. Because I can see it peaking from behind the clouds and I know it's there. I yearn for it to be there.<br />
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I miss summer.<br />
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The warmth of my skin.<br />
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Hello Fall... or what I call early winter. 40 degree days that make me want to stay in bed. The fact that by 6pm night has come and YAWN it feels like it too. Pitch black dark.<br />
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Vitamin D anyone?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418689711290341021.post-56145870407420846052014-10-22T20:06:00.001-04:002018-10-29T05:13:55.214-04:00Selfish?Katie Hurley recently wrote this article on Huffington Post<a href="http://m.huffpost.com/us/entry/5672519?ncid=fcbklnkushpmg00000063">http://m.huffpost.com/us/entry/5672519?ncid=fcbklnkushpmg00000063</a><br />
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It's hard to stare at a dark abyss wondering where your life will go. Realizing your life is in a million pieces and you have NO idea where to begin picking up those pieces, because they are cutting you. They are hurting you. And the darkness feels so good. You don't want to leave.</div>
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And that is what I did today. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I walked along the Atlantic Ocean. Taking in the rays of the sun, the people around me. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I had forgotten how hot the sun gets. And scurried on my flip flops after the fun in the sun.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I did not go swimming in the ocean. For selfish reasons. 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I've had OCD since a very early age. Combined with my learning disorder I experience high anxiety, or generalized anxiety. This had lead to depression in the past.</div>
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But to be honest. I didn't know the true meaning of depression until recently. </div>
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I have PTSD, or post traumatic stress disorder. </div>
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After a traumatic event PTSD can occur. But what defines it has PTSD is a certain amount of time that has passed since the event occurred. </div>
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I was diagnosed with PTSD before that time had passed. But I was also to a point where I had shut down. </div>
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I let the event that occurred swallow me whole. I relived it, breathed it, locked it inside of myself for so long I was a crumped mess on the floor. </div>
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My husband came home and found me. He scooped me up and held me. And I told the secret I had been carrying with me I silence. </div>
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You see... Sometimes people suffer in silence. Sometimes it's too much for anyone to share so they keep it inside. It eats at them so much. And the more it eats the more it consumes you. </div>
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By this point I was shaking and could barely talk. I had let this event eat me up and it spit me out into a heaping mess. When I say shaking... I mean my husband had to walk behind me to support me because I could barely walk. I could barely talk. What had happened to me was enough to damage my myelin. It was PAINFUL.</div>
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Slowly as I realized I did not have to go through this alone, that I didn't have to be strong enough!! There were people around me that would pick me up, literally!! and carry me. Tell me jokes just to see me smile. Never asked me about my pain and waited for me to tell. Because it's my story. </div>
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There were so many times I had to remind myself that I'm a victim. I had to choose to live in the light and not let the dark swallow me. </div>
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This journey of mine has been a long process. </div>
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I still have PTSD. I don't know how long I will have it. But I'll tell you that I'll be okay. </div>
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I'm still not ready to discuss the events that occurred. It's still has raw as when it first happened. But I have my way of handling things when they come up. Like if I experience a trigger and a flashback occurs. Or I burst into tears for no reason. Shake uncontrollably. Afraid. Scared. </div>
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And thanks to my friends who let me use Frozen or Pitch Perfect references because those movies are a coping mechanism. </div>
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It was a cool day when we packed up the truck and said goodbye to Virginia.<br />
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I jumped for joy when I found out Yellowstone would be open when we were PCSing. We decided to stay on Cody, Wyoming... because hotel was wonderful. But with the drive to Yellowstone don't do this when the road to Cody and Yellowstone is closed. Which it was and it was a 3 hour drive to Yellowstone.</div>
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We PCD's during WINTER!! Once we started heading up the mountains the SNOW started. Now in Virginia when it snowed it basically shut everything down. But what I found out in higher altitude is that it is actual SNOW! Snow flakes!! I hadn't seen snow flakes in a while. Mush in Virginia.<br />
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We made it in one piece. Some of our furniture didn't. Thankfully when we arrived Nick's Sponsor helped us move in. With my bad shoulder I could barely lift anything.<br />
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We then ran to Ikea to replace the things that broke...<br />
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I don't think I can explain the feeling you get when you open the back of a moving truck and see pieces of furniture you love crumbled. You just have to square your shoulders and say "I guess I truly didn't need that." And smile ever so loving at your husband because now you're out a dresser.<br />
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Everyone has a horror story for when they PCS, right?<br />
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We were in the middle of nowhere Montana and the car stops working. The check engine light came over and I pulled over and turned off the car... and the gas peddle stopped working.<br />
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Luckily my quick action. I called for a tow truck and sent my husband into the next town to rent a tow. The tow truck came and we hooked up the car to the dolly (after meeting up with my husband in the next town). It is VERY hard to explain to someone where you are when you are looking at your map in your iPhone and explaining to them. Because I was in the middle of mile markers I didn't know which mile marker I was at, just the town I was near. But at the end of the day it took about 2 hours out of our schedule.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418689711290341021.post-86442446893938510382014-05-08T15:28:00.001-04:002014-05-08T15:28:12.635-04:00Trip Through iPhone PhotosI will properly add photos of our trip later but for now these. <div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9urzt-NXv28jA4XL4YypxaEHDl8sZP11r6oG3mWda2HrxxPgG76RrReHjG0dWQe3HXvzDlSMjCsss_PJH6ou79dp6GEdpqIIRLHvEREdHWN_CU5FUMD7WUjKAFcU23NKNZFn9mehX_E-B/s640/blogger-image-1086929573.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9urzt-NXv28jA4XL4YypxaEHDl8sZP11r6oG3mWda2HrxxPgG76RrReHjG0dWQe3HXvzDlSMjCsss_PJH6ou79dp6GEdpqIIRLHvEREdHWN_CU5FUMD7WUjKAFcU23NKNZFn9mehX_E-B/s640/blogger-image-1086929573.jpg"></a></div>Mount Rushmore... Honestly isn't as big as I thought it would be. But it's breathtaking. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuAdeQGVMqRHa-NtyJNRAWhAyDqUi6Wj73s82TgzzZH5I36cmAmvKVA8ZppoNmKh4PI-rueEPgA_Dav6dodf6Mz2hiFFa_jxIOuGFUjcqXR3Z9Bku4SSuuucZmg-MDubsBnEPODP7XvyLD/s640/blogger-image--2021751524.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuAdeQGVMqRHa-NtyJNRAWhAyDqUi6Wj73s82TgzzZH5I36cmAmvKVA8ZppoNmKh4PI-rueEPgA_Dav6dodf6Mz2hiFFa_jxIOuGFUjcqXR3Z9Bku4SSuuucZmg-MDubsBnEPODP7XvyLD/s640/blogger-image--2021751524.jpg"></a></div>Devil Tower... Now this thing is huge. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCm7gcxQZmC6TevztWy_RIheKk85pPsFCXy1Sy56SPHHZ63vU1mdKLAg8AuPVry9HHh_rwLTnDti2xRoRi_L6EjcevGT_o-VM-dOpoSDEgCmttWz_kWcwjZo69gOHxuNotnuK3PuTMW2Nz/s640/blogger-image-94661616.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCm7gcxQZmC6TevztWy_RIheKk85pPsFCXy1Sy56SPHHZ63vU1mdKLAg8AuPVry9HHh_rwLTnDti2xRoRi_L6EjcevGT_o-VM-dOpoSDEgCmttWz_kWcwjZo69gOHxuNotnuK3PuTMW2Nz/s640/blogger-image-94661616.jpg"></a></div>And I heard my first rattle snake in Montana. Joy! </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418689711290341021.post-17619108476572105452014-04-02T12:08:00.000-04:002014-04-02T12:08:44.174-04:00Everything's Going to be Alright<center>
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The twitching began first, then the flashbacks, the fear... the fear of each day of it happening again.<br />
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I shake, more like rocking. Sometimes I can stop, like when I take the medicine to help me sleep. I enjoy those 5 seconds in the morning when I wake up and I am not shaking, I haven't started shaking. Those pure 5 seconds of bliss, bliss is the term I want to use, before the shaking stops.<br />
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I want to forget what happened, bury it behind me and pretend it never happened. JUST FORGET IT.<br />
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But I can't.<br />
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I've had to explain over and over I have PTSD. That a doctor told me that I have the worst case of PTSD that he's seen, and he's seen people coming straight back from war with PTSD.<br />
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My body hurts, from the shaking. I'm sore. If I fight the shaking it hurts worse, so I've learned to just go with it.<br />
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I've had to go out. Not just because I don't want to be a hermit, but because I have to talk to people. I've had to seek help. And people stare.<br />
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They stare, and no your staring doesn't magically make my shaking stop.<br />
Actually it tends to make me worse... because I feel those stares.<br />
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To be helpful, don't stare.<br />
Don't give me medical advice, psychological advice... I HAVE PEOPLE WHO PROFESSIONAL DO THIS FOR ME!!!<br />
<br />Don't ask me to talk about it. I RE-LIVE IT ALL OVER AGAIN.<br />
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You can ask me how my day is, what I have planned. You can do so many different things.<br />
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So I'm asking be helpful, don't be harmful.<br />
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PTSD is hard enough to deal with. It's invisible wounds that hurt. It takes time to heal.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418689711290341021.post-86625816817659136052014-03-14T13:02:00.005-04:002014-03-14T13:02:56.533-04:00Nail Biting and AnxietyI have been a nail biting since the ripe old age of 4.<br />
Okay at least I think I was 4. My parents divorced when I was in kindergarten so it was before then...<br />
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I watched a family friend biting her nails. I didn't understand, wondered about it. And I did it. Not only did I do it but no one told me to stop or did anything to stop me.<br />
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I began to bite my nails as the stress around me increased. I would bite my nails so much that they would bleed. If I couldn't bite them any lower I would begin peeling them.<br />
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Biting my nails was a way for me to escape what was going on around me.<br />
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I didn't find out until later on that biting my nails was linked to my anxiety.<br />
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When I was a young child I was diagnosed with a learning disorder. When I got older I found out that this learning disorder was the cause of my anxiety and OCD. WHAT?<br />
Yeah I didn't truly understand it but the more I thought about it, the more it made sense.<br />
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Throughout the years I would attempt to grow out my nails. I have a lovely collection of nail polish that is ever growing. Painting my nails helps me not to bite. In fact some times I will change the polish every day (has to do with the OCD part).<br />
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Well when the New Year rolled around I said I wanted to do one thing. I wanted to stop biting my nails. I even went and purchased new nail polish. I began applying it and slowly my nails began to grow.<br />
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The bottom photo is when I received the nail polish and started my journey. The ring finger is a Zoya Pixie nail polish and honestly the texture of this nail polish helped reinforce myself not to bite. I would feel it against my lip and pull it away. I also had help from Nick who would remind me to stop, pull my hands away from my mouth, and most of all WOULD ASK WHAT WAS WRONG.</div>
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The top photo is my nail length now with polish and the left is my nail length without polish. They are growing super fast and I have been cutting and filing them down. Do you see the white spots? I've been cutting those out. And I've been taking some supplements each day to help. If you see the tips of my nails those white spots and semi see through spots, low on calcium.</div>
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The one thing I want you all to know is to never judge someone because they bite their nails. You don't know why they bite their nails and it could be a deep lying issue. Try and be supportive. I grew tired of people asking me why I bit my nails. It was a deeper issue than they could have ever understood.</div>
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I switched over emails so lost some blogs and lost permission to view some blogs.<br />
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I would greatly appreciate it!!<br />
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Thanks :)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418689711290341021.post-77825940957364144402014-02-03T13:30:00.000-05:002014-02-03T14:55:11.508-05:00Raise Your Arm ChallengeRecently I took the Dove Raise Your Arm Challenge.<br />
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I was supplied Dove Advance Care Deodorant through Influenster. <br />
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Did you know that you can remove 36% of your skin when you shave?<br />
I didn't know until my Dove Deodorant Influenster Box came in the mail.<br />
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This will be a review of Dove Advance Care Deodorant (Dove) that I received as a part of Influenster to check out and review. <br />
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The container isn't one that I've seen before in a deodorant. Actually when I first opened the box and saw this I thought it looked more like a haircare product. It's 2.6oz and states that it is a 48 hour antiperspirant deodorant.<br />
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I put it on shortly after receiving it. Due to the snow in the area we haven't received mail in a few days so our mail came quite early when this arrived.<br />
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The smell is a floral scent and reminds me of Dove products. I use Dove soap to wash with.<br />
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Currently I use Secret Clinical Strength Waterproof. It comes in a 1.6oz container and has 20% antiperspirant.<br />
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Overall I prefer the Dove over the Secret. The smell is better and the quantity is more. But does it work better than Secret?<br />
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After I put it on I slid on a black tank top (yes it's winter this was my base layer). And the Dove did not smear all over the tank top. So thumbs up on that!!<br />
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I had an appointment. I had hurt my shoulder and needed an MRA to see what was wrong. So off to the hospital I went. I had to go to Fluoroscopy first. My shoulder was numbed and a very large needle was stuck into my shoulder to inject dye (it was not fun). Even though my shoulder was numb it hurt and I know I was sweating a lot.<br />
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I then went over to the MRI. Not sure if you've ever had an MRI but I basically tell people it's like being inside a tube of toothpaste. It is very narrow. By this point I'm in a lot of pain and I know I'm sweating.<br />
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Did the Dove let me down? No!<br />
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I finished with the MRI. Went and got dinner. And then watched Nick play with Lulu in the snow. And here several hours later it's like I just put it on.<br />
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So Dove now I challenge you. I will be running a 5K in May. Can you handle that? We'll see.<br />
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I recommend that you go out and purchase this deodorant. Especially if you are like me and tend to sweat a lot, especially in nervous situations.<br />
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I've used this deodorant for the past few days... and I've noticed a difference.<br />
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So why don't you take the Dove Raise Your Arm Challenge and see what Dove Deodorant can do for you.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418689711290341021.post-42585788489819014032013-12-22T17:44:00.001-05:002013-12-24T17:24:54.896-05:00Santa isn't about raceIn the mist of the news blow out of Santa is white not black, wait what race is he... honestly does it matter... wait I'll get to that.<br>
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I attended an event where Santa was present. Santa told The Night Before Christmas. Then the kids sat on Santa's lap and they told him what they wanted for Christmas. <div><br></div><div>Some adults got into the fun. And then Santa asked me if I wanted to sit on his lap. Umm... Dearest Santa I'm Jewish and don't believe in you. </div><div><br></div><div>Santa insisted. So I grabbed Nick. I sat down next to Santa and Nick ended up sitting on top of my lap. And someone took a picture of us with my camera. </div><div><br></div><div>Santa whispered to me "the point of me is to get you to smile" and Santa was right. </div><div><br></div><div>As it is Christmas Eve the hope of Santa is in the air. Smiles are throughout because of that hope. That wish of having a present you wanted. </div><div><br></div><div>It doesn't matter what color Santa is. It is what Santa stands for. Happiness. </div><div><br></div><div>So tonight take a piece of that happiness for you. And when I get on my computer I'll post the pic of Nick and I with Santa. <br><div>
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