So I was sitting here thinking about everything that's happened in my life since August 2008 (which is apparently the last time I updated or signed on to this sucker) and thought it would be nice to have this catharsis back. Because I have a job now, where I spend the good majority of my 8-10 hours a day just thinking about random stuff, and it would be a damn shame if I wasn't able to share all of these random stuffs with the lovely people of the internets.
Anyway, quick update! I left my dearest CMU for Culinary School, and Graduated from The Art Institute of Novi with a degree in Baking and Pastry in December of 2009. I was able to secure a kick-ass job at a bakery in Lansing, Michigan and its been over a year since I've been working there. Aside from my 4:00am call time, I absolutely loved my job. I had complete creative freedom, and got to expand my culinary portfolio 10x over because of it. I was very fortunate. I have been even more fortunate to find yet another job I will be starting in May, where I run a bakery. My own place, for all intensive purposes. I am very blessed.
However, as you may have been able to conclude, not a whole lot of people are 'chatty' at 4 o'clock in the morning. Myself included. So I get a lot of time to myself to think about anything and everything under the sun. When I started this post last fall, it was my day off. And I had returned to the land of the Maroon and Gold to visit some of my straggler friends who are still there. And because my favorite coffee shop on campus had hot caramel cider, and my chances of survival were severely endangered if I didn't get a cup. Or 5. Anyways...
I managed to nab myself a comfy spot of one of the prized couches in the small coffee shop, I noticed that it was looking directly at the table where I had my very first 'real date' my freshman year of college. I remember the guy, the complete giddy meltdown I had with my roommates before he came to meet me, and even what I had to drink. Talk about a blast of nostalgia. Now, in case you were wondering, it didn't ever work out with Mr. First Date man. In fact, I found out later that he actually had a girlfriend at the time he was taking me out. College is so fun, Kids.
Regardless that memory took me on a whirlwind tour in my own mind of not only all the men that have passed through my life since that very first 'real date' I went on over 4 years ago. Some I wanted to work but didn't, some I ruined because I just had to go through a bitch phase, some I'm glad didn't work out. Really, really glad...But even since the day I began writing this return post, so much has happened. Life is so fast. A lot of things change. Some things stay the same, and it all can turn upside down in the blink of an eye.
In the 2 years I've been absent from my keyboard, I not only left CMU and graduated from AI, I've learned about loss. First, my childhood dog, who was so much a part of my youth, and still brings a tear to my eye when it hits me that she's really gone. My Grandpa, the only one I ever knew, who taught me so much about how to live life and I don't think he ever knew it. My first puppy, who was too young to be taken from me. And most recently, the biggest love I have ever known.
I have gone from living in college apartments, to living with strangers who remained just that, to living with one of my best friends, and then to living with the man I thought I would still be living with today. He and I met during what I can honestly say was the best summer that I have had.
That summer changed my life. I fell for him so fast, but we were both so stubborn. Neither one of us wanted to be in a relationship, but neither one of us wanted to pass up whatever was obviously between us. With the help of our most magnificent friend KM, (who to this day is still one of the people I respect most in this world) we somehow kicked our stubbornness and turned that something into a 2 1/2 year long relationship. He helped me find my voice, to become the girl I always wanted to be, and he gave me music. He was my best friend, and a hell of a teacher. Somehow, when we moved in together however, things started to fall apart, and we didn't even notice. We stopped trying. We both were no longer getting what we needed out of the relationship, and we both so desperately wanted the other person to know without telling them. We stopped talking. We stopped going on dates. We just stopped. We wanted different things in life. And so even though the love was still there, the relationship was not. He is going to do amazing things with his life. I am going to do amazing things with mine. And while it was one of the hardest things I've had to move on from in my life, I am going to be ok.
Now I am exploring a side of me I haven't met yet. Independent Jill. I like her so far, and I am almost thankful for this opportunity to let her shine. She will be the voice of this blog from now on. She has her own place, complete with neurotic dog companion who likes to drag around wet towels. She is going to read more. She is stronger than her past versions. She has irreplaceable friends and family. She eats to much ice cream and watches to many sappy movies. She sometimes finishes a whole bottle of wine and then sips her tea in the morning thinking 'well...that was dumb.' She is going to be happy.
Someday, I'm sure future Jill will be somewhere and see or hear or taste something that will take her back on a nostalgia trip to the place I am at in my life right now. I will spend a few moments staring off into space with a small smile on my face, and probably laugh a little. And Then I will resume whatever I am doing and keep moving forward.
Welcome to my new life.
Friday, September 17, 2010
Monday, August 11, 2008
Blind Faith or Faith in Blindness?
Hi all!
Today is a pretty day. I just wanted you all to know. And, as with most pretty days I dont work on, I went to the animal shelter to walk the orphan puppies. I go quite often, and know a lot of the dogs there by name, and have fallen in love with more than a few. Everytime I go I fall in love with a new one, and I would bring them all home if it werent for my stubborn parents who refuse to let me adopt one, and the fact that I am in college and dont have the time to devote to a dog, no matter how badly I want to give one a home.
The thing that amazes me though, is the blind faith that the dogs put in you. As soon as you walk down the row of kennels with a leash in your hand, all of the dogs just look at you with such adoration and hope, that you wish you were strong enough to walk all 30-something of them at once. Sadly, you cannot, and have to settle to one at a time. (2, if your really strong, like a certain friend of mine who walked two young mastiff/rott mixes at the same time) So you put them on the leash and take them outside to the walking strip. More often than not, the adorable quiet little pooch that had been giving you puppy eyes placidly in the cage becomes a wild-eyed ball of energy that tries to yank your arm off for the next 1/2 mile. But there are the select few that walk camly by your side. You are their person, and they will follow whereever you lead them.
But, no matter if they are pulling you down the strip, or being the definition of mans best friend, these animals still trust you, because even the wild ones calm down a little bit by the end of the walk. I had a convorsation like this with a friend who is very fond of animals before. Animals, love you unconditionally. They dont judge you, or attempt to put you in a box based on character traits or personality. They just like you for you. plain and simple. Blind Faith.
So with so much going on in the world, I start to wonder about the things people put their faith into, wether or not its grounded in actual legitimacy, or whether it is just faith in blindness. Unlike animals, humans rarely just put their blind faith in something. We take an instance, put it on a pedistal, look at it, analyze it, chew it apart, turn it around, and put it in a box we feel comfortable with. But not everyone. I feel as if many people today just close their eyes, stick out their hand, and let the masses grab them and pull them along, not really knowing or caring where they are going. Their eyes are closed, and they are secure in the knowledge that they are going in a direction without having the inconvinence of worrying about getting lost getting to the end. It is impossible to get lost if you dont know where you're going in the first place. Not that I can blame them, persay. I would be lying if I said there weren't times I wished I could just close my eyes and fall, instead of making a descision, having complete faith in my blindness and dealing with where it would lead me.
But, that is no way to live a life, according to my personal standards, which, I will admit, are not for everyone. I just think that people should be completley aware of the desicions that they make, because I also believe that there is not a single choice you can make in life that affects you and you alone. This is why I encourage everyone to think about their actions and choices. I am not saying to turn everything into a mental battle against yourself that you can never win, but be consious of what you are doing in life. Have a little less faith in blindness, and step back into the light where you can see things for what they truely are.
We only have this one life to live here, so doesnt it make sense to be in complete control of it yourself, instead of being controlled? Food for thought.
And go walk Dogs. Its good for you.
:)
Today is a pretty day. I just wanted you all to know. And, as with most pretty days I dont work on, I went to the animal shelter to walk the orphan puppies. I go quite often, and know a lot of the dogs there by name, and have fallen in love with more than a few. Everytime I go I fall in love with a new one, and I would bring them all home if it werent for my stubborn parents who refuse to let me adopt one, and the fact that I am in college and dont have the time to devote to a dog, no matter how badly I want to give one a home.
The thing that amazes me though, is the blind faith that the dogs put in you. As soon as you walk down the row of kennels with a leash in your hand, all of the dogs just look at you with such adoration and hope, that you wish you were strong enough to walk all 30-something of them at once. Sadly, you cannot, and have to settle to one at a time. (2, if your really strong, like a certain friend of mine who walked two young mastiff/rott mixes at the same time) So you put them on the leash and take them outside to the walking strip. More often than not, the adorable quiet little pooch that had been giving you puppy eyes placidly in the cage becomes a wild-eyed ball of energy that tries to yank your arm off for the next 1/2 mile. But there are the select few that walk camly by your side. You are their person, and they will follow whereever you lead them.
But, no matter if they are pulling you down the strip, or being the definition of mans best friend, these animals still trust you, because even the wild ones calm down a little bit by the end of the walk. I had a convorsation like this with a friend who is very fond of animals before. Animals, love you unconditionally. They dont judge you, or attempt to put you in a box based on character traits or personality. They just like you for you. plain and simple. Blind Faith.
So with so much going on in the world, I start to wonder about the things people put their faith into, wether or not its grounded in actual legitimacy, or whether it is just faith in blindness. Unlike animals, humans rarely just put their blind faith in something. We take an instance, put it on a pedistal, look at it, analyze it, chew it apart, turn it around, and put it in a box we feel comfortable with. But not everyone. I feel as if many people today just close their eyes, stick out their hand, and let the masses grab them and pull them along, not really knowing or caring where they are going. Their eyes are closed, and they are secure in the knowledge that they are going in a direction without having the inconvinence of worrying about getting lost getting to the end. It is impossible to get lost if you dont know where you're going in the first place. Not that I can blame them, persay. I would be lying if I said there weren't times I wished I could just close my eyes and fall, instead of making a descision, having complete faith in my blindness and dealing with where it would lead me.
But, that is no way to live a life, according to my personal standards, which, I will admit, are not for everyone. I just think that people should be completley aware of the desicions that they make, because I also believe that there is not a single choice you can make in life that affects you and you alone. This is why I encourage everyone to think about their actions and choices. I am not saying to turn everything into a mental battle against yourself that you can never win, but be consious of what you are doing in life. Have a little less faith in blindness, and step back into the light where you can see things for what they truely are.
We only have this one life to live here, so doesnt it make sense to be in complete control of it yourself, instead of being controlled? Food for thought.
And go walk Dogs. Its good for you.
:)
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Welcome to the Dark side of the moon.
I just want to say first sorry for my long absence. I haven’t been observing much outside of watermelon chunks and zucchini slices all summer. But now, as the steady steam of college undergrads are trickling back into town, and I’ve once more opened my eyes to the outside world, I am happy to say the LifeSprinkles is back from its summer hibernation for your reading enjoyment! So, fresh out of the oven, here’s today’s post!
So, take this as you will, but I’m a night person. I love sitting outside during summer nights just staring at the sky. (it helps if its not cloudy…) And I’ve always had a thing for the moon. Maybe because it’s the biggest, or maybe because its ever changing, yet always the same. Who knows. The point is, I like it, and have spent many hours thinking by it. Good thoughts, bad thoughts, sad, pondering, and contemplative. I’ve made many of my life’s major decisions and breakthroughs at night.
Another thing I like about the moon is that it has a dark side. Nobody really knows a lot about it, but its there, always, even though we cant see it. All we see is the beautiful glowing serenity that lights up the night without fail since the beginning of time.
The connection came to me today at work. While I was trying to restock the fruit table, there was this extremely elderly couple that moved into my path and proceeded to continue along at a pace that made sloth’s look like a freaking cheetahs. Not that I minded. I actually made small talk. I love it when company’s pay me to stand around and do absolutely nothing, I really do. So, as this adorable old couple finally decide on the perfect container of strawberry pineapple mix, and slowly trudge away, I smile to myself.
All I can think is that once upon a time, these two were probably a reckless young couple, sneaking out at night, pulling pranks, and throwing caution to the wind. Now, they were the epitome of elderly couple, gentle, quiet, and docile. This got me thinking on where I am at in my life. How I put so much stress on trying to be responsible all the time, worrying about where my future is going to take me, and analyzing everything I say, or things that are said to me. Watching this couple walk away, I realized that they were like the light side of the moon. What we see, the gentle light that will do us no harm. But behind them is a whole history that nobody but them knows, and it only takes a simple look between the two of them to bring a mischievous smile to their wizened faces.
Even after they left, and I had gone back to doing the work I’m actually paid to do, I keep thinking. It suddenly came to me that this is the time in my life where I should be making mistakes, being careless, having fun, and not dwelling on things that I know wont matter along down the road that is my life. So from now on, I will have fun, go with the flow, and just not worry. These are the days I will look back on while shuffling through the grocery store, pondering containers of strawberry pineapple mix. These are the days that will make me smile to myself if someday I should have grandchildren when they are telling me stories, and think to myself, “that’s nothing”. These are the best days of my life, and from now on, I am living them no holds bar. From now on, I’m creating my lifes dark side of the moon.
Even further than just me, I think it is important to apply this concept to most everyone you meet in life. Everyone has that light moon exterior, but the other side you cant see. Don’t be too fast to judge people. There’s always another side to the story, and more often than not, its more than worth finding out.
:)
So, take this as you will, but I’m a night person. I love sitting outside during summer nights just staring at the sky. (it helps if its not cloudy…) And I’ve always had a thing for the moon. Maybe because it’s the biggest, or maybe because its ever changing, yet always the same. Who knows. The point is, I like it, and have spent many hours thinking by it. Good thoughts, bad thoughts, sad, pondering, and contemplative. I’ve made many of my life’s major decisions and breakthroughs at night.
Another thing I like about the moon is that it has a dark side. Nobody really knows a lot about it, but its there, always, even though we cant see it. All we see is the beautiful glowing serenity that lights up the night without fail since the beginning of time.
The connection came to me today at work. While I was trying to restock the fruit table, there was this extremely elderly couple that moved into my path and proceeded to continue along at a pace that made sloth’s look like a freaking cheetahs. Not that I minded. I actually made small talk. I love it when company’s pay me to stand around and do absolutely nothing, I really do. So, as this adorable old couple finally decide on the perfect container of strawberry pineapple mix, and slowly trudge away, I smile to myself.
All I can think is that once upon a time, these two were probably a reckless young couple, sneaking out at night, pulling pranks, and throwing caution to the wind. Now, they were the epitome of elderly couple, gentle, quiet, and docile. This got me thinking on where I am at in my life. How I put so much stress on trying to be responsible all the time, worrying about where my future is going to take me, and analyzing everything I say, or things that are said to me. Watching this couple walk away, I realized that they were like the light side of the moon. What we see, the gentle light that will do us no harm. But behind them is a whole history that nobody but them knows, and it only takes a simple look between the two of them to bring a mischievous smile to their wizened faces.
Even after they left, and I had gone back to doing the work I’m actually paid to do, I keep thinking. It suddenly came to me that this is the time in my life where I should be making mistakes, being careless, having fun, and not dwelling on things that I know wont matter along down the road that is my life. So from now on, I will have fun, go with the flow, and just not worry. These are the days I will look back on while shuffling through the grocery store, pondering containers of strawberry pineapple mix. These are the days that will make me smile to myself if someday I should have grandchildren when they are telling me stories, and think to myself, “that’s nothing”. These are the best days of my life, and from now on, I am living them no holds bar. From now on, I’m creating my lifes dark side of the moon.
Even further than just me, I think it is important to apply this concept to most everyone you meet in life. Everyone has that light moon exterior, but the other side you cant see. Don’t be too fast to judge people. There’s always another side to the story, and more often than not, its more than worth finding out.
:)
Monday, April 14, 2008
Large Twist
Ever since I was little, I have looooved ice cream. I go through stages about what I like at the particular moment. I remember my first love was superman icecream. You know, that one that has all the bright colors, and really no distinguishable flavor? yeah. yummy. So this was my fav until i got it into my 4 year old head that I could make a tye dye t-shirt out of it (which should have worked when you think about it)...Mom stopped letting me have it after that. After that, I remember loving root beer floats. Followed by hot fudge sundeas, and then my grampa's malts. Then, I hit college, and my ice cream obsession hit new levels of absurd, with the introduction of flex dollars and Ben&Jerry's just a 30 second walk away. Most recently, my love goes out to chocolate chip cookie dough milkshakes. Effing amazing, and if you havent tried one...go now. Just trust me on this one, i'm a pro.
But, for as long as I can remember, whenever we would do out to get ice cream after a softball game, or whatever, My dad would always get the same thing. A large twist cone. Chocolate and Vanilla blended together in a simple yet wonderful confection. Now I dont have a single thing against the twist, and even though my ice cream tastes involve much more "fluff" so to say, i do enjoy this occasional classic. Why? because its tried and true, and will always be a people pleaser. Also, because I get to change flavors while eating it. I can go from chocolate, to vanilla, or choconilla. So between the smiles it brings, and the variation you get, the twist cone will always be on my personal ice cream list.
So this reminds me rather of the weather. As we have all seen, ITS SPRING!! The weather is changing from winter to wonderful and warm, even though it mixes sometimes between the two, and after rains rivaling those that Noah probably saw after building the Arc, the sun has once again braced it with its presence, and its warming the hearts of all those across campus. Smiles are multiplying like rabbits, doors are being held open longer, people stop to help other people pick things up, and just other random pleasantries. Its just nice to see so much positivity emerging again on my walks to class.
So today I dont really have any specific act of Godliness that I want to share with you all. Just that the sun is out, and spring is here. A time for renewal and freshness. I just ask that you all evaluate whats important to you, and in the new season to lend a helping hand, throw out a smile or a friendly note, and just enjoy life, friends and the gifts you have in life, and to not take things for granted. Laugh till it hurts, let those whom you hold dear know exactly how much they mean to you, and just live it up. Go out side, have some fun. Its a beautiful day.
And most importantly, like an old friend of mine used to say...
Dont sweat petty things. Dont pet sweaty things.
:)
But, for as long as I can remember, whenever we would do out to get ice cream after a softball game, or whatever, My dad would always get the same thing. A large twist cone. Chocolate and Vanilla blended together in a simple yet wonderful confection. Now I dont have a single thing against the twist, and even though my ice cream tastes involve much more "fluff" so to say, i do enjoy this occasional classic. Why? because its tried and true, and will always be a people pleaser. Also, because I get to change flavors while eating it. I can go from chocolate, to vanilla, or choconilla. So between the smiles it brings, and the variation you get, the twist cone will always be on my personal ice cream list.
So this reminds me rather of the weather. As we have all seen, ITS SPRING!! The weather is changing from winter to wonderful and warm, even though it mixes sometimes between the two, and after rains rivaling those that Noah probably saw after building the Arc, the sun has once again braced it with its presence, and its warming the hearts of all those across campus. Smiles are multiplying like rabbits, doors are being held open longer, people stop to help other people pick things up, and just other random pleasantries. Its just nice to see so much positivity emerging again on my walks to class.
So today I dont really have any specific act of Godliness that I want to share with you all. Just that the sun is out, and spring is here. A time for renewal and freshness. I just ask that you all evaluate whats important to you, and in the new season to lend a helping hand, throw out a smile or a friendly note, and just enjoy life, friends and the gifts you have in life, and to not take things for granted. Laugh till it hurts, let those whom you hold dear know exactly how much they mean to you, and just live it up. Go out side, have some fun. Its a beautiful day.
And most importantly, like an old friend of mine used to say...
Dont sweat petty things. Dont pet sweaty things.
:)
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Dont Touch my Starbursts
Hey little ones!
So I was standing in front of the vending machine today, debating the pros and cons of skittles and Starbursts. Basically, I was in one of my 'I need to eat something sweet now, or die in the next 30 seconds' kind of moods. Now with Skittles, you get an extra flavor, and it's easier to give them away without feeling like you have barely any left. Maybe this is why people are always reluctant to share starbursts. Think about it. Whenever you ask someone for one of those yummy little squares of juicy sweetness, they always hesitate, and then smile, followed by "What color?" You, of course answer with your favorite flavor, which then becomes their favorite, whether it is or not, and this goes down the line, (2nd favorite, 3rd fav...etc...) until the only flavor left is the one that you would rather chew on your own finger than eat. This to me, is how you can discern a normal person from a little less than a saint. If when you ask them for a starburst, they offer you the package and let you pick. Needless to say, I went with the skittles.
Another way I can make out the character of a person is once again through one of my casual observations in life. I was walking to class today, and just looking around, because my iPod was out of batteries, and I couldnt stare into space without looking like a freak. Earphones allow you that privlage, in case you hadnt noticed. Anyway, So I notice there was this one guy coming toward me just kind of walking (he had earphones.) Then, he kind of looked to his left a little and looked back forward again. Suddenly though, his head whipped around to the side again, and he quickly altered his path and jogged in a different direction. And here I was thinking "WTF?" So, obviously I slow my pace to observe.
So, earphone jogging guy had gone over to a door that was opening slightly, all you could see were some bags and a foot. He makes it over to the door, and grabs a hold of it from whoever its struggling with it. As he's holding it open, an elderly woman, laden down with bags, sleps out holding the hand of a little boy who is holding a 'sight stick' (i dont know what they are actually called...Long story short, this little boy was blind.) The woman smiles up at earphone guy, and continues to escort the little boy to her car. However, earphone guy wasnt done being princely. Oh no. He calls out to the woman, and offers to carry her bags for her, which you can tell she is releived by...so this lovely speciman of a gentleman carrys her bags for her, offers any other help he can, and when the woman replies no, he smiles, nods, and continues on his way. By the point, I was walking by the Lady getting in her car, and she was muttering to herself phrases like "Lovely young man..." this put the biggest smile on my face...most people wouldnt even notice the door being opened, let alone helped an old lady and her disabled grandson with their bags.
So in my book, Lets just say that earphone guy is slightly above the Starburst sharer's, and thats saying a lot.
:)
So I was standing in front of the vending machine today, debating the pros and cons of skittles and Starbursts. Basically, I was in one of my 'I need to eat something sweet now, or die in the next 30 seconds' kind of moods. Now with Skittles, you get an extra flavor, and it's easier to give them away without feeling like you have barely any left. Maybe this is why people are always reluctant to share starbursts. Think about it. Whenever you ask someone for one of those yummy little squares of juicy sweetness, they always hesitate, and then smile, followed by "What color?" You, of course answer with your favorite flavor, which then becomes their favorite, whether it is or not, and this goes down the line, (2nd favorite, 3rd fav...etc...) until the only flavor left is the one that you would rather chew on your own finger than eat. This to me, is how you can discern a normal person from a little less than a saint. If when you ask them for a starburst, they offer you the package and let you pick. Needless to say, I went with the skittles.
Another way I can make out the character of a person is once again through one of my casual observations in life. I was walking to class today, and just looking around, because my iPod was out of batteries, and I couldnt stare into space without looking like a freak. Earphones allow you that privlage, in case you hadnt noticed. Anyway, So I notice there was this one guy coming toward me just kind of walking (he had earphones.) Then, he kind of looked to his left a little and looked back forward again. Suddenly though, his head whipped around to the side again, and he quickly altered his path and jogged in a different direction. And here I was thinking "WTF?" So, obviously I slow my pace to observe.
So, earphone jogging guy had gone over to a door that was opening slightly, all you could see were some bags and a foot. He makes it over to the door, and grabs a hold of it from whoever its struggling with it. As he's holding it open, an elderly woman, laden down with bags, sleps out holding the hand of a little boy who is holding a 'sight stick' (i dont know what they are actually called...Long story short, this little boy was blind.) The woman smiles up at earphone guy, and continues to escort the little boy to her car. However, earphone guy wasnt done being princely. Oh no. He calls out to the woman, and offers to carry her bags for her, which you can tell she is releived by...so this lovely speciman of a gentleman carrys her bags for her, offers any other help he can, and when the woman replies no, he smiles, nods, and continues on his way. By the point, I was walking by the Lady getting in her car, and she was muttering to herself phrases like "Lovely young man..." this put the biggest smile on my face...most people wouldnt even notice the door being opened, let alone helped an old lady and her disabled grandson with their bags.
So in my book, Lets just say that earphone guy is slightly above the Starburst sharer's, and thats saying a lot.
:)
Saturday, April 5, 2008
I wear my sunglasses at night.
Happy Saturday!
I hope everyone is enjoying this maginficent weather that we are having today! You all had better have gone outside to play at some point! On with todays warm and fuzzy.
So as most of my friends know, I have an unhealthy obession with huge sunglasses. (Partly because I ran into a tree when I was about 16, and my eyes are super sensative to the sun) I get a new pair almost every chance I can. Right now, they are round, with little rhinestones on the sides. Fabulous. I got them on a trip to my friends town, where I was with 4 other of my friends. We all ended up with sunglasses in the end, everyones were different. Medium-square, aviators, sleek and black, they were like snowflakes for your face. no two alike. The funny thing was, they all seemed to portray our personalities. It was crazy. I almost feel thats why we picked them, because we did represent us so well. And because we look wicked cool wearing them.
Last night, I went to a benefit concert with the proceeds benefitting the Save Darfur campaign. (http://www.savedarfur.org/content?splash=yes) One of my friends took a large part in organizing it, and we all went out to support her, and Darfur of course. This wasnt a normal concert, it consisted of several acts, highlighting talents from our College. There were several performances, including an Elvis impersonator, the dance team, a poet, and this adorable little boy, who danced with an older man, and was one of the cutest/amazingest thing I've seen in a long tome. Anyway, as these acts were performing, they passed around a little basket, and you put in money based on how much you liked them, and thats how they raised the money. In all they ended up rasing over $250.
Now, this may not seem like much, but I forgot to mention that there couldnt have been more than 20-30 people at this concert, many of them college students, like myself, who just brought a bag of loose change. However, there were some who stood out among the rest. For instance, there was this one guy, same age as me, who was putting up to $10 at a time in the basket. And some of the older members in the audience were donating as much as $20. This really impressed me. These people were giving so much...ignoring the fact that they may have had things that they wanted to spend their money on, but recognizing the fact that this was so much bigger than anything they could buy. It really represented who they were.
I went to the Dominican Republic last summer, and ever since have tried so hard ever since to help out causes like this. And it was really reassuring to see that there are more people out there who also feel this way...that give unconditionally. It was heartwarming, and I enourage all if you to find a way to represent yourself in a way such as this. Don't get me wrong, I will probably be buried with a pair of sunglasses on my face, but thats only my image representation. I want my representation of myself to be like the donaters at this concert. I want to make a difference, and inspire others to do the same.
:)
I hope everyone is enjoying this maginficent weather that we are having today! You all had better have gone outside to play at some point! On with todays warm and fuzzy.
So as most of my friends know, I have an unhealthy obession with huge sunglasses. (Partly because I ran into a tree when I was about 16, and my eyes are super sensative to the sun) I get a new pair almost every chance I can. Right now, they are round, with little rhinestones on the sides. Fabulous. I got them on a trip to my friends town, where I was with 4 other of my friends. We all ended up with sunglasses in the end, everyones were different. Medium-square, aviators, sleek and black, they were like snowflakes for your face. no two alike. The funny thing was, they all seemed to portray our personalities. It was crazy. I almost feel thats why we picked them, because we did represent us so well. And because we look wicked cool wearing them.
Last night, I went to a benefit concert with the proceeds benefitting the Save Darfur campaign. (http://www.savedarfur.org/content?splash=yes) One of my friends took a large part in organizing it, and we all went out to support her, and Darfur of course. This wasnt a normal concert, it consisted of several acts, highlighting talents from our College. There were several performances, including an Elvis impersonator, the dance team, a poet, and this adorable little boy, who danced with an older man, and was one of the cutest/amazingest thing I've seen in a long tome. Anyway, as these acts were performing, they passed around a little basket, and you put in money based on how much you liked them, and thats how they raised the money. In all they ended up rasing over $250.
Now, this may not seem like much, but I forgot to mention that there couldnt have been more than 20-30 people at this concert, many of them college students, like myself, who just brought a bag of loose change. However, there were some who stood out among the rest. For instance, there was this one guy, same age as me, who was putting up to $10 at a time in the basket. And some of the older members in the audience were donating as much as $20. This really impressed me. These people were giving so much...ignoring the fact that they may have had things that they wanted to spend their money on, but recognizing the fact that this was so much bigger than anything they could buy. It really represented who they were.
I went to the Dominican Republic last summer, and ever since have tried so hard ever since to help out causes like this. And it was really reassuring to see that there are more people out there who also feel this way...that give unconditionally. It was heartwarming, and I enourage all if you to find a way to represent yourself in a way such as this. Don't get me wrong, I will probably be buried with a pair of sunglasses on my face, but thats only my image representation. I want my representation of myself to be like the donaters at this concert. I want to make a difference, and inspire others to do the same.
:)
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
Little Yellow Peeps.
Hey Blog Readers!
So, welcome the the world premeire of my blog. This is something ive been meaning to get on for a while now, and after sitting in a coffee shop for 3 hours writing a boring history paper, i've finally gotten around to it. Basically, this is just a cutesy little thing about random things i see everyday, mainly things that make me smile to myself, or laugh, or just plain brightnen my day. Or sometimes, my diva side may come out, and I may get a little catty. Who knows. Either way, if youre looking for something to make you smile, or just restore your faith in mankind, or youre just bored, stop by!
As to the name of this blog, Life Sprinkles, I am an avid baker, and i have a thing for cupcakes. (ask all my frinds, I am obsessed with them. I have earrings, a poster, perfume, its ridiculous.) Anyway, I am also a firm believer in sprinkles, and that cupcakes arent complete without them. So, I feel as if life isnt complete without acts that I will write in this blog about. So therefore, Cute things in life = sprinkles. Life sprinkles. See, its funny right?
Moving on. Todays post. Little Yellow Peeps.
So as I'm sitting here eating cookie dough ice cream out of the carton, there is a package of peeps sitting next to me that my mother sent me from Easter. Granted, I havent opened them, because we all know that peeps dont actually taste very good. Never once have I ever heard of someone saying "Damn. I would kill for a peep right now." At best, they blow them up in the microwave. I dont blame them. Its fun. Anyway, even though peeps may be the nastiest, most pointless candy ever made, i have never had an easter basket without them. And they look happy. Right now, there are 10 little yellow birds staring up at me, and I know if they could talk, they would be singing some happy little tune, and flapping their non-existant wings. Basically, they are tradition, and make me happy.
Getting to the point. Tradition. So as i'm sitting in the coffee shop trying to work on a paper i've had 3 weeks to write, I notice this couple walk in. Its a typical first date, I can tell. Why? Obivious signs. The boy was in a striped button down shirt, jeans and brown shoes. I cant tell you how many times I've seen this outfit. If by some chance I have a male reader, dont worry. This is a good look. Stick with it, its hott. As to the girl, she was wearing a cute, yet tight top, jeans and heels. Dressed up enough to make the guy think 'damn', but casual enough to not let him see her as high maitenence.
Anyway, they are all smiles, and he pays for her drink, and she of course orders the smallest thing they have. We've all played this game ladies. (shes also got her hands behind her back, and keeps stinking her hands down the back of her pants. This, i didnt understand, and quite honestly had a hard time not laughing at) I've jumped the gun. rewind. It was a nice day out, so the door to the Coffee Shop was propped open. I missed their initial entrance anyway, but this is important. After the Barista finishes their drinks, the guy is clearly in a position where it would be much easier for him to exit first. However, he does not. He steps back, and gentlemanly gestures for the lady to exit before him, and while she does, quickly slips a dollar into the tip jar before joining his lady-friend outside.
Two things. 1. The tip thing was nice, and I loved that he didnt do it in front of her to make it seem like he was trying to impress her. 2. I LOVED that he let her go first. Even though the door was open, I have no doubt that this guy would have opened it for her. I know this seems really simple, but its just a very nice thing to do. It really makes a girl feel like a lady, you know? To me, its one of the few remaining forms of chivalry. Again, this is small, but it really made me smile.
Little Yellow Peeps.
So, welcome the the world premeire of my blog. This is something ive been meaning to get on for a while now, and after sitting in a coffee shop for 3 hours writing a boring history paper, i've finally gotten around to it. Basically, this is just a cutesy little thing about random things i see everyday, mainly things that make me smile to myself, or laugh, or just plain brightnen my day. Or sometimes, my diva side may come out, and I may get a little catty. Who knows. Either way, if youre looking for something to make you smile, or just restore your faith in mankind, or youre just bored, stop by!
As to the name of this blog, Life Sprinkles, I am an avid baker, and i have a thing for cupcakes. (ask all my frinds, I am obsessed with them. I have earrings, a poster, perfume, its ridiculous.) Anyway, I am also a firm believer in sprinkles, and that cupcakes arent complete without them. So, I feel as if life isnt complete without acts that I will write in this blog about. So therefore, Cute things in life = sprinkles. Life sprinkles. See, its funny right?
Moving on. Todays post. Little Yellow Peeps.
So as I'm sitting here eating cookie dough ice cream out of the carton, there is a package of peeps sitting next to me that my mother sent me from Easter. Granted, I havent opened them, because we all know that peeps dont actually taste very good. Never once have I ever heard of someone saying "Damn. I would kill for a peep right now." At best, they blow them up in the microwave. I dont blame them. Its fun. Anyway, even though peeps may be the nastiest, most pointless candy ever made, i have never had an easter basket without them. And they look happy. Right now, there are 10 little yellow birds staring up at me, and I know if they could talk, they would be singing some happy little tune, and flapping their non-existant wings. Basically, they are tradition, and make me happy.
Getting to the point. Tradition. So as i'm sitting in the coffee shop trying to work on a paper i've had 3 weeks to write, I notice this couple walk in. Its a typical first date, I can tell. Why? Obivious signs. The boy was in a striped button down shirt, jeans and brown shoes. I cant tell you how many times I've seen this outfit. If by some chance I have a male reader, dont worry. This is a good look. Stick with it, its hott. As to the girl, she was wearing a cute, yet tight top, jeans and heels. Dressed up enough to make the guy think 'damn', but casual enough to not let him see her as high maitenence.
Anyway, they are all smiles, and he pays for her drink, and she of course orders the smallest thing they have. We've all played this game ladies. (shes also got her hands behind her back, and keeps stinking her hands down the back of her pants. This, i didnt understand, and quite honestly had a hard time not laughing at) I've jumped the gun. rewind. It was a nice day out, so the door to the Coffee Shop was propped open. I missed their initial entrance anyway, but this is important. After the Barista finishes their drinks, the guy is clearly in a position where it would be much easier for him to exit first. However, he does not. He steps back, and gentlemanly gestures for the lady to exit before him, and while she does, quickly slips a dollar into the tip jar before joining his lady-friend outside.
Two things. 1. The tip thing was nice, and I loved that he didnt do it in front of her to make it seem like he was trying to impress her. 2. I LOVED that he let her go first. Even though the door was open, I have no doubt that this guy would have opened it for her. I know this seems really simple, but its just a very nice thing to do. It really makes a girl feel like a lady, you know? To me, its one of the few remaining forms of chivalry. Again, this is small, but it really made me smile.
Little Yellow Peeps.
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