Photography speaks to me.
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Sometimes. Sometimes I feel fake.
As I try to relaunch my author career, one that has kind of fallen through the cracks while I grew my blogger "career." I'm perfectly fine with that fact, but now, I think it's time to find a balance between the two.
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Oh, Stephanie Plum. Several times, I've sung my praises for her and Joe Morelli. In fact, Connor's nickname for Cassie, "Cupcake," comes from Morelli and Stephanie. Cassie's like Stephanie because even when neither of them know what to do, they keep on trekking and they won't stop.
Due to some poor planning on when to have Spring Break, Allie and I had Spring Break different weeks. Major awfulness.
Thankfully, she took the time to come down to Huntsville and spend the night with me.
We did a photoshoot Monday on campus, and campus is just gorgeous, the flowers exploded over spring break and they're all bright and pink!
Tuesday, we woke up and took the hour and a half drive to Houston to do a little shopping at the Galleria. We've avid fans of the one in Dallas, so we had to go see the Houston one.
Gosh, that place is so confusing, what the heck is that shape supposed to be?! It's like a cross, but the cross doesn't add up on the floors! The Dallas one is just a big oval, I'll stick with that one! ha!
It was a lot of walking and a lot of listening to our poor wallets cry for mercy. Nah, it wasn't that bad. I got a few things, but mostly importantly, I got to spend good time with my best friend. Amazing how the few moments I get to spend with her always make the moments without her okay. I'm so blessed to have her in my life.
I usually don't post on Saturdays, but this was something that's on my mind and I felt the need to get it out while it was still fresh on my mind.
How have we, humans, gotten so pathetic we can't give people respect? Even if it's just respect for that person because they're a human too? A human with feelings and opinions and emotions. How have we gotten so detached from others that we're so willing to mock them so publicly?
Last night on twitter, a tweet popped up in my timeline from Natalie Maines, the lead singer of Dixie Chicks. I love the Dixie Chicks, their music is some of my favorite. I adore their live album for it's energy.
The tweet featured a picture of George Bush, assembled with tiny pictures of assholes. I called her out for it because it's wrong. Got a problem with George Bush? Cool, you've got a right to that, but what she did was childish and petty.
But something has to change. I'm on a road of destruction of my body. There's a difference between being curvy and just losing it. I feel unhealthy. I go to the gym and in ten minutes I'm completely wiped out.
For some reason, I've always wanted to be a size eight. Still single digits, but not skin and bones. I want the curves that I know are there to be curves I can show off, not just muffin top.
This is the time to change them. There's no time like the present. So, starting today, today, I'm going to get my body back.
Yesterday, history was made. Yesterday was the election of Pope Francis. This is historic for a lot of reasons.
He's the first pope from the Americas.
This is the second papal election I've witnessed in my life. I saw his and the election of Pope Benedict XVI.
I remember the election of Benedict pretty well. And I obviously remember yesterday's election as well. Today, I'm going to share both.
Fifth grade. Sitting in the chair at the dentist's office. They were finishing up with me when the TV in the patient room broke from the View to breaking news. Then there was the white smoke in the sky. My mom had told me about how the Cardinals would elect a new Pope and send up white smoke. Having never seen it, I was having a little freak out in the dentist's chair.
Of course, my hygienist wasn't Catholic, and had a really hard time calming down. After they finished cleaning my teeth, my mom and I stalled as long as we could to wait for the new Pope to come out.
Because my mom wanted me to see the new Pope, instead of taking my brother and I back to school, she took us to Cici's to have lunch before we went back to class.
I can still picture sitting there, watching the TV as Benedict came out. It was exciting, but a group of Baptist School kids came in and were all loud and noisy, and that kind of killed the mood.
But not completely. I remember being there, telling myself this was something I needed to remember, to store in my memory, because it would be a story to tell.
Flash forward eight years later. Yesterday. March 13th. I was at my grandmother's house, and the TV was turned to Fox News. I'd been doing some work on my laptop all day, and every ten minutes, it was "we're just moments away from expecting smoke to come out."
This went on for three or four hours. I left the room for fifteen minutes to go find a phone charger, and all of the sudden, my mom yelled from the kitchen that there was white smoke.
I'd missed it!
Naturally, I ran back to the kitchen, where we had fifteen (ish) people huddled in the kitchen, watching the smoke come out.
We all talked about memories of seeing past Popes being elected, and my mom, grandmother, brothers, sister, cousins and myself all moved to the family room where there was a larger TV and more seats.
The waiting continued as I eagerly texted some of my closest friends (most of them aren't even Catholic). We all got excited when the camera panned onto the balcony and we saw people hiding behind the windows.
The Cardinal came out and announced Pope Francis. My church at home is St. Francis of Assisi Catholic Church, so Francis is kind of a close church name to my family.
Then Pope Francis came out. The picture at the top is him when he first came out. I love it because he's so overwhelmed and it's kind of cute and adorable in a little kid way. He's in shock, and when he asked people to pray for him, it was obvious that he wasn't going to be like any other Pope we've seen in a long time.
I'm excited to see what Pope Francis will do to our wonderful church. And I pray for him, because he's got one of the toughest jobs in the world.
So, I'm a teenager. I'm a blogger. I'm a publicist. My world literally revolves around the little apps on my phone. I use it to keep in touch with people, to promote my latest blog post, or maybe an author I'm promoting.
I've had many times when someone looked at my phone and asked me "why do you have that app?"
"Because I blog."
Yeah, lets put it this way.
Most teenagers think that's a really stupid answer.
But today, I'm going to show you some of the apps that I use most for my little blog here.
Bloggo - This app has been out for two weeks, but it's pretty nifty. It was made by Dana at Wonder Forest. At first, I was kind of skeptical of the idea of using an app to blog, mainly because the official blogger app sucks. Big time. But last week, I was in a rush, needing to do a post, and I had no computer. So I took the chance and opened up the app, and ten minutes later, I had a whole entire post, already up and ready on the blog. It's well designed, both on the eyes and the way it works. I will be using this post again.
Evernote - Okay, I use this app for everything. My notes for class, my notes for my books, my notes for work, my notes for anything, it'll be on Evernote. I write down blog ideas, and I love that it syncs with my evernote app on my Mac. Win.
So, maybe I'm a bad blogger. I changed my layout for the second time this week. The other one got messed up and I just wanted to start new. I promise, this one is here to stay.
So, maybe I'm a bad blogger. I only posted three times this week, and one of those posts was almost at the end of the day and another one was written quickly on my phone during class.
So, I'm a bad blogger.
I don't really care anymore.
I've already told you how I'm not a typical blogger. I don't have fancy pictures of what I wear all the time. One, my closet isn't big enough to feature everything I wear only once. I repeat outfits a lot. and two? Well, I don't really have the means to have someone do pictures of me all the time. Maybe next year I will. Or maybe after I graduate college. Or maybe I'll marry a man who doesn't know anything about photography, but he's still willing to take pictures of me for the sake of a little blog.
I don't do giveaways all the time. Sorry guys, but honestly, the blog isn't quite big enough to host giveaways yet. When I do, nothing ever happens. We gotta keep growing.
I try not to do depressing posts all the time. No one wants to read that sob story, I get it.
I'm only nineteen, I haven't gone through divorce, lost a parent, or anything super depressing like that. I mean, I've had depressing things happen, but not quite to those extremes.
I've only lived through so much. I'm young.
There's a lot of things I can't do that other bloggers can, whether it's because of lack of resources, or no money, or whatever it may be.
And if that makes me a bad blogger, so be it. At least I enjoy blogging. In fact, in the past few weeks, I've felt like a better blogger than ever before.
Blogging was this little hush-hush corner of my life, my parents raised eyebrows, rolled their eyes, and my sister was like "Why the heck does she blog?"
Then last week, I invited all these people on my facebook to like the howdy girl facebook page. And most of them did.
Which is nice because it's losing a lot of traffic. Stupid jerks that unlike pages.
The point is, I'm coming into my own about blogging, and it feels right.
So, maybe I'm not a good blogger.
Maybe I'm a bad blogger.
But I'm okay with that.
Tenth grade, I was confirmed. In the Catholic Church, confirmation is kind of like accepting your faith yourself. Catholics are baptized as babies, which is seen as the parents agreeing to raise their baby as a good Catholic (sadly many don't anymore).
First, I want to say thank you. Because you know what it is? Today is the blog's third birthday. Three years since I opened up blogger and clicked the little "make blog" button. Granted, it's been ten months since Howdy Girl was "born," but the blog has been here so much longer than that. What started out as a blog about writing has grown into so much more.
The blog saw so much growth since I relaunched it back at the end of last May. This past summer was the biggest thing that ever happened to Howdy Girl. But I'm ready to change that. I'm ready to watch the blog explode it to new limits and heights. I can feel it coming, I know it's almost here.
There are so many exciting things happening this month that I simply cannot wait to share. So many things this year that are happening that I'm so grateful because I'll be able to share because on this blog. The blog is ever changing, but I wouldn't trade it for anything.
Year Three, this is going to be the best one yet. I just know it will be.
As my blog and I grow, I've tried several times to build up an FAQ page. And they've always failed. So, this is it guys, let's make an FAQ page! I'll do my best to answer every question that I can.
1 - my blog planner. Didn't stick 100% it, but it definitely helped.
2 - Reunion Tower in Dalals
3 - Found this sticky note in a bathroom. Great message and I really needed it at the time.
4 - Ash Wednesday
5 - trying to tune my guitar when I was at home.
6 - fire escape map at church in the choir room
7 - Cowboy boots
8 - My gorgeous campus
9 - Getting ready for church
10 - Aggie, my baby
11 - Suzanne, my other baby