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Tuesday, May 21, 2013

The Heart Of America

My heart is so heavy and sad for the people in my home state who have been affected by the tragedy of the tornado in Moore, Oklahoma. It makes me want to cling closely to the people...and I have to add pets...in my life who are so precious. Things can be replaced. Your life can't. Those you love and who love you in return are irreplaceable. May we never take this for granted. It can be easy to do in a world where there's always the option to get lost in busyness, distraction, hype, and things that just really don't matter all that much in the grand scheme of things. May we never forget to honor what is truly sacred. I am humbled today.

By the way, I want to thank my neighbors for graciously taking me into their storm shelter last night. I normally don't get too ruffled by storms, but this time was different. I grabbed my dog, my purse (I don't know why I grabbed my purse), and ran barefoot through the rain until I reached the safe haven of the concrete walls and familiar faces. We need our neighbors.

If you would like to make a donation to help provide food, shelter and emotional support to those affected by the tornado in Oklahoma, please go to The American Red Cross. To help fund emergency assistance for animals affected by the storm go to The Animal Rescue Site .

In the words of one of my favorite authors, Maya Angelou...

"It is sad but true that sometimes we need the tragedy to help us to see how human we are and how we are more alike than we are different. The unspeakable devastation in Oklahoma has brought the human goodness to fore. Men and women from Kansas, from Missouri, from Arkansas, even from New York City, have rushed to offer themselves as aid to the stricken Oklahomans. I sit watching the television and am proud of how we are able to sympathize with each other and saddened that the only way we come to that understanding is when a tragedy affects us. I have not seen one person ask if the injured were black, white, or Jewish or Muslim or gay or straight. Don’t you wish we could think of each other in kinder ways all the time?"



Jill xx






Wednesday, May 15, 2013

Those Who Laugh Are Lovely

I love to laugh! It's SO good for you. Anytime I'm in a bad mood or feeling negative, yucky energy...it's a fast cure!

Here are a few things that have given me a chuckle this week. I hope they make you smile too!!!!!

1.) I ran across this snippet in the "Eureka Springs Independent" in the "Constables On Patrol" section. It states,

"A woman claimed someone was dumping water into her car, but constable discovered the complainant's sunroof was stuck open and the seal on one of the doors was also leaky."



Citizens of Carroll County, beware!!!

2.) My friend, Misty, was telling me about the,  "You Know You From Hartshorne When",  facebook page. For those of you who don't know, Hartshorne is my hometown. I love it, but it's probably not going to be in Southern Living any time soon.

You Know You From Hartshorne When..."Your dad goes to city hall to pay the water bill and dont come out cause they took his ass to jail!" I think this might be a true story. Thanks, MacKenzie Holt, for sharing!!!

3.) The terrible love scene between Winona Ryder and Richard Gere in "Autumn In New York." This is one of those movies you know is just not that good, yet every 5 or 6 years...you think, "Oh, I want to watch that movie again." I've been cured from ever having that thought about this movie. How did I not see it before?!?! I have more chemistry with my brother. Eck!

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Keep laughing!!


Jill xx


 






Monday, May 13, 2013

Fear

As I mentioned in my earlier post, I've been thinking about fear. There are two different types of fear.

The type that keeps you alive. This is your survival instinct. It let's you know when you're in serious danger and that you'd better do something about it before you starve, get murdered, or end up homeless. When this fear speaks, you should probably listen. It's on your side.

On the other hand, there's another fear that is less kind. It's not as concerned with your welfare, as it is your downfall. You want to start a new hobby? Forget about it. Fear will thwart your best effort every time.

FEAR: "I'll never have the time to practice. What makes me think I could ever (insert desire)?!?! I'll fail."

You want to flirt with that cute guy you've been crushing on for forever?

FEAR: "Nah, he probably has a girlfriend.  What if he doesn't like me? I'll probably sound stupid."

You're offered the job you've been hoping for.

FEAR: "Are you sure this is really what you want to do? You don't really have the qualifications. You're not really ready."


The thing is, you will NEVER know unless you face that fear and give it a worthy try.


Just do it (:


Jill xx





Wednesday, May 8, 2013

She's BAAAACKKK!

Not Carol Anne...


ALLIE BROSH!!!!!!!

This girl right here...

 

She looks demented, I know. And she kind of is...in the best way possible. If you follow my blog, you know I've been pulling for her come back. Come Back, Allie Brosh! and Letter To Allie, XX


Allie is the creator of the blog, Hyperbole And A Half.  My words fail to describe her talent and how amazingly awesome this blog truly is. I have a feeling it's about to get a lot better. If you haven't checked it out, you must!

She's left a multitude of fans and followers in the dark for the past 18 months. Her last post was  Adventures In Depression in October of 2011. Then today, her silence was broken! Thank you, dear Gods of the blogging Universe!!!!!

Here's a sizable snippet from today's Pre-Post Transition Post...

This isn't a real post. I'm going to post the real post tomorrow. But it feels like there should be some sort of intermediate thing to prepare everyone for the abrupt change of speed ahead...If, at any point over the last eighteen months, you've wondered what was happening to me and why it might be happening, my post tomorrow should explain everything. I've been working on it for the better part of a year (partly because I wanted to get it exactly right, and partly because I was still experiencing it while attempting to explain it, which made things weird), and I'm relieved and excited and scared to finally be able to post it...

At this point, you're all probably wondering what is it? What's in the post?? Is it airplanes? And no, it unfortunately has very little to do with airplanes.*

It's a sort of sequel to my post about depression. It is also about depression.

In parts, it might get a little flinch-y and uncomfortable, and if I succeed in making you laugh during those parts, you're going to feel real weird about yourselves. But it's okay. Just let it happen. I WANT it to happen. Because it makes me feel powerful, and also because there are flinch-y, uncomfortable things everywhere. Seeing them is inevitable. If we can laugh about some of them, maybe they'll be less scary to look at.

I don't know about you, but I already can't wait for tomorrow.

Welcome back, Allie Brosh!!!

Jill xx













Tuesday, April 2, 2013

Letter To Allie, XX

I still have not found Allie Brosh. In memory of the icon bloggess, let me take a moment to express my sadness...


Allie Brosh is the original creator of the, ALOT. Yet, I think I did a pretty good job on this guy.

Allie, I will draw a million more Alots if you will just show your face. I will draw Alots in party hats, Alots doing meth, A herd of Alots frolicking through a field of marigolds and daisies. Whatever you want!! I will draw it. And, this is saying ALOT because I am really terrible at using Microsoft paint, but I will do it any way because there's a big black hole in the blogging universe that only you can fill.

Your fan and self appointed cheerleader,


Jill xx



Monday, March 25, 2013

I've Never Been To Heaven, But I've Been To Oklahoma

I had an amazing weekend at the Park Stomp Music festival in Medicine Park, Oklahoma. There's something about THIS that is good for the soul...



        Personally, I don't play the wash board. But, this guy does!! And, he's pretty good at it.

                                                           
                                                             Daniel Coy, Springbilly


I was beginning to wonder if I was going to get to go to Park Stomp at all. I had some serious obstacles to overcome to get there. Like...

1.) My friend, Meredith, who was supposed to go with me had to cancel last minute. What?!?


2.) OKLAHOMA WEATHER. Enough said! I guess we haven't received the memo that it's Spring. Hello, weather!! You will not steal my joy.

                  
Photo taken inside of my motel room on Saturday morning. "Weather, my love for blue grass will prevail", says me.


3.) The terrible bedding in my motel room.


The photo on the left is what I had to deal with when I entered the room. Ugh!! My eyes were offended. The photo on the right is what it looked liked when I was finished. I'm no Martha Stewart, but at least my eyes can relax. Jeez. Close up version of the visual offender...


                   Skyscrapers, a fisherman, and a flamingo. Really? It's just not practical.


Screw this. I'm going!


I am SO glad that I did.


I met new friends...



Listened to good music...


                http://www.facebook.com/pages/Carrie-Nation-and-the-Speakeasy/60290233558

Saw a long horn on the side of the road...


And, a BUFFALO...


 



AND, the CHRIST OF THE WICHITA'S...


                                                                  JESUS...No Filter.

I had no idea that the Christ of the Wichita's even existed until I just happened upon "The Holy City," literally out in the middle of Bethlehem. I mean, Western Oklahoma.

                                                          http://theholycitylawton.com/

This unexpected discovery gave me a glow-ee, happy feeling inside...for a moment. Suddenly, the thought crossed my mind. "This would be a great place to hunker down for the zombie apocalypse!" Check out the barbed wire reinforcement surrounding the property...

                                                                           
                                                                             Perfect!

Any way, that's an entirely different post.


Until next time, Medicine Park!! xx


                                   http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Medicine_Park,_Oklahoma

"God was here...first...The Spirit is in the old Wichita Mountains. A refuge place of nature and man's spirit."
















 



























Thursday, March 21, 2013

The Girl Who Doesn't Know Anything

Hello, everyone! Today, I get to be that girl. You know? The "girl who doesn't know anything." We've all seen her.


                 What?! I'm getting pulled over? I can't drive 30 miles over the speed limit? Why not?


                    What exactly are you supposed to wear to a yoga retreat, anyway?! GAWD!!


You know THAT girl?! Let me explain. I've been trying to raise some extra cash outside of my regular job. To help me achieve my goal, I'm helping my friend out at her husband's law firm. Today's my first day.

I'm trying really hard to look like I know something about law. Or, like I can direct you to someone who does. So far, not good.

Laaa, Laaa, Laaa...just acting like I'm typing something "important"...Laaa Laaa, Laaa.

I overhear one of the lawyers proclaim "FINALLY!!!" Out of curiousity I ask, "Wow, What?"

Serious Lawyer Person: You know that U-Haul case we've been working on for so long?

Me: No.

Serious Lawyer Person: Oh, well...never mind.

Uh, OK. I've never been all that interested in U-Hauls anyway, unless I'm moving of course! And, it is my first day.

Foul one.

From the same "Serious Lawyer Persons" office, I hear the sound of an exaggerated,  "YES!! Today is the day!!!!!

Me: The day for what?

Serious Lawyer Person: The day of the tournament.

Me: What tournament?

Serious Lawyer Person: What tournament!?!?!? Basketball!!!!! The NCAA!!!

Me: Oh, I don't follow sports.


He looks at me like I am an alien wearing a dunce hat.


Foul two.


Finally. A customer, or client,  or whatever they're called comes through the door.

Client: Is Carrie here?

Me: No, she won't be back until tomorrow.

Client: Well, OK. Will Mark be in today?

Me: Ummm. I don't know, but that's a really good question. I probably need to find out the answer to that. I'm not sure about Mark, but Jim should be here any minute. You can talk to him. You're welcome to have a seat and wait for him if you'd like.

She takes a seat in the waiting area. I'm starting to gain a little confidence with my phone skills and  ability to redirect others, when I overhear this from the woman in waiting.

"Yeah, I'm at the law office. Trying to figure out who's going to be representing us in court tomorrow. There's a girl up front who doesn't know anything."

Foul three.


Guilty as charged. I'll try again tomorrow (:


Jill xx