A Lovely Quote from C.S. Lewis

Working Life

My sister, Jo Jo  came as an Egyptian princess. This isn't the costume she's actually wearing for Halloween though. She's going as an angel this year. Yes...I'm still fighting the urge to dress up like Castiel and follow her around. 

As I've previously stated in a few of my posts, I've started working at a local field trip destination here in Georgia. Since I'm not into revealing the real life names of people and places--for now I shall refer to it as the 

Anyway, this past Saturday they had a Halloween event for the kids. With a day full of pumpkin carving/painting, costume contests, hay rides, and plenty of trick or treating--the day was going to be busy for us workers and fun for the visitors. 

I myself, for the first time yet, was scheduled for two shifts. Usually I work one really long one and then get off and go home. This time, however, I actually had a three hour break. 0_0 I wasn't really sure what to do with this, seeing how it takes me twenty minutes to get home and twenty to get back. Also, once I got home I would be unable to change out of my work clothes, or even enjoy an episode of The Walking Dead before I'd have to scurry back to work. It was hardly worth the gas money...actually, to be fair, very few things are worth the gas money now-a-days. I digress, but on with the story.

My first shift involved working a company picnic, which is my usual line of work. I help to prepare the area, keep things neat and clean, and assist anyone who needs help. It's a very pleasant line of work really, you get to meet a lot of interesting people and I've only had to deal with one rude family out of the lot. It's also very demanding, just picture managing a giant meal with people flying in by the dozens. As soon as you put something out it's gone and you need to replace it. However, I'm working with real professionals who know exactly how everything needs to be done, so I pay attention to them and do exactly what they tell me. ;) It could also be compared to managing a giant party, and at times it can be a lot of fun. 

But after the picnic was over and cleaned up, I was left with a staggering three hour break. I didn't really want to drive home, and there was no other work to be done, so I was at a loss of what to do (I'd already grabbed myself a quick lunch). However, it just so happened that my aunt, cousin, mother, and sister were coming to the Halloween event and they asked if I wanted to walk around with them. It was perfect. I had three hours to kill and they were unfamiliar with the territory. :)

First thing we did was go through the corn maze...which turned out to be less than satisfactory because we got lost. My aunt eventually high tailed it back through the entrance. :)

On a tour with Doctor Allan Grant--this can't end well. 

Yea, watch out for those velociraptors! 

After the corn maze I took the kids by the petting zoo. Their favorite animal was the donkey! Goats and cows were old news, but a donkey? That was special. :)

Someone I know has a miniature donkey--he says it's sweet unless you stop petting it. :)

The kids and I not long before I went back to work. Michael is distracted. :)

Michael came as Doctor Allan Grant from Jurassic Park. He was very proud of his costume. 

Me, my sister, and my cousin getting ready to go up. 

We also went zip-lining. I'd never been before--unless you count the one that was in a friend's backyard. Fond memories there--it took me ten minutes to be coaxed up the 20 foot ladder just so I could fall off mid zip. Needless to say, it took a few years for my fear of high strung ropes to subside. This time the zip-line was 60 foot--and I was harnessed in this time. 

Yep, I took my little sister up there too. She was really excited about it too. 

That's my aunt, she was the one who convinced me to try the zip-line in the first place. 

Well, as much fun as it was hanging out with my family, it was time for me to go back to work. In my next shift I was going to be handing out candy for the trick-or-treat event. This was, I believe, the most fun I've ever had on the job. There were so many precious little kids coming through! There was even a two year old dressed up in a fuzzy monkey costume! He was my absolute favorite! :D

Yes, I had to wear a costume all day, I didn't put much thought into it. I was a cowgirl and that was that. Note: This is the costume I used for TUAC last year; it was made by the ever lovely and talented Mrs. Rita!



The trick-or-treating went smoothly, and I really enjoyed myself. At the end of the day though, when I got home, I collapsed into bed and fell asleep and didn't get up until ten the next morning! 0_0 Oh well, it was a great day and I'm very grateful that I have a job I love so much!


But for now it's time for me to go. Excuse any errors in my spelling/grammar and so on...I'm really busy today. I'm just glad I'm posting at all! Also, before I leave, I have to drop a little hint again about the exciting thing that's been going on lately. Yes, I know, you're probably tired of me dropping hints about it--and some of you may have already figured it out--but here comes another piece of the puzzle.

Last week was amazing for more than one reason. I came back from school with something I never expected, and something very wonderful. Any guesses on what it might be? I'll probably announce it officially this week or next--you know--when I've got time. Yes, it is something that requires an official announcement. I've discussed it with the other party involved, and now all that's left is to wait for the right moment to spring it on y'all. :) I'm really excited about telling you all, but just understand that I don't have a lot of time now--so the post will come when it comes. :)

And I kinda like keeping y'all in suspense! :) Just rest assured it's nothing really serious, just something really nice and fun.

So until next time!


Rebecca

In Between Classes

Hello, lovely bloggers!

I'm back, for a brief moment, because I'm trying to be better about my posting schedule. :) So here I am writing to you while I wait for my Physical Science class to start! 

Today's been fairly busy, first thing this morning (at 9:30 which technically isn't first thing in the morning...but it's still early) I had a thirty minute full body workout in the gym for my physical fitness class. My arms and hands are still shaking (it was my arm day) from it. Normally I'm not that competitive...but if a guy doubts my ability to do a military push-up--or anything for that matter--I will show him up. That's just one of my things. If you say I can't do it...I will HAVE to do it and I will HAVE to do it better than you. :( That's just me. Anyway, I went really hardcore today--way more than I thought I was going to--and I didn't really get to go as hard core as I wanted because we couldn't work cardio in. So I went fairly hardcore...but not nearly as much as I wanted. Even still, I impressed my teacher and several of my class mates, so I was happy. Not trying to sound braggy, it's just at the beginning of class the guys were joking about how we girls couldn't work as hard as they could. I wanted to shut them up and besides--it's still Shark Week. They were big, goofy seal who were dangling raw meat at a hungry shark who got up to early and hadn't had her daily caffeine yet. They were begging for it. 

Any-who, after it was over I went to my History class and took our midterm exam. It is really late because we got a little behind, but I'm not complaining. I think I did well as the test was much easier than I thought it was going to be. :) It's always great to come out of a test feeling confident. It's rare...but it's amazing! 

It's also amazing because last night I stayed up late because my friends James and Jacob were over for a Walking Dead/Pizza night! It was awesome! Soda, food, good friends, and a boatload of zombies. Then of course there is the ever awesome Daryl Dixon, but I'll try not to fangirl for the sake of time. James, I believe, really enjoyed the show! It was so much fun getting to hang out with him! Jacob I think was okay with it, he's not much of a zombie fan, but even still we had an amazing time just chilling and watching Walkers get their brains blown out. Perfect night if you ask me. 

However, my excuse for staying up late isn't them. They left at eight o'clock, it was my Skype conversation with Hannah that kept me up late. We chatted until eleven thirty, mainly about the new play she's in (she is a budding actress now! 0_0) and (with me) a very exciting development that occurred last Tuesday. Not spilling the beans yet, but hopefully I can explain in detail some time soon! ;) But for now it's more sneakiness. 

Now I've got to go to my Physical Science class, and then to my English class. We're writing an in class essay today. 0_0 More nervousness! Oh well, wish me luck! 

Also pray that no more seals get in my way. I've had chocolate and coffee now....but a shark is always hungry and angry....so beware little fishes! 

Your Insane Blogger,

Rebecca

I Gave into an Urge

There has been, for a very long while now, a distinct urge within me to make my room a little more...oh you know...nerdy. I don't really show off my fandoms that much in the real world, just because I am poor and a lot of awesome clothes don't look good on me. However, I am getting a new Castiel necklace and a Sherlocked hoodie for Christmas! :D Any-who, back to the nerdiness. I remodeled my room from scratch a few years ago, then remodeled it again when it no longer suited me (that was last year). I am a bit of a decorator, and so I'm always fidgeting with my room and trying to get it where it suits my personality.

Originally (from the first remodel) it was black and white damask.

Before: Yes, yuck is right. Too much color clash going on here for comfort. 

After: The dream catcher is now hanging above my bed. :)

And the back wall that was upgraded and added to. :) 

The crazy hodpodge collection of things I love continues now in my latest room edition. Like I said before, I've been wanting to nerd my room up a little, basically show off my fandoms a little more. So I came up with the following additions. :) 

This, I think, is my favorite nerd upgrade. :) The Sherlock and John silhouettes made me SO happy when I found them! PS, I don't know why the wall seems to change color as it goes up, I think it's the lighting. 

Sherlock

John

Yea, I love Castiel. 

Another Cas, there are similar Deans and Sams elsewhere but here is a Cas just for you! 

Look! A Dean next to my WWII VJ-Day poster! 

I made a Castiel book mark! Isn't he cute? I love it! 

These are some of the new additions to my door. :)

This is above my door, a warning you could say! 

Work area, look! Lava lamp! :D 

This is my, in a way, story board. It's my external Pinterest board. ;) 

These are very small adjustments, but I'm proud of them none the less. I nerded up my room and I'm happy about it. I'm especially pleased with the John and Sherlock pictures, but I've already stated that! :) But I just wanted to stop in and drone on about one of my many projects. I know, y'all are all SO fascinated. :)

Just a side note, before I did this I went to an early morning service with my aunt and then took two hyper active dogs (a dachshund and a scotty) to get rabies shots. Neither were very happy about the process but afterwards I got a large ice mocha that made my hands and eyes twitch and in that rush of caffeine I completed my nerd room project. :) Great day! (I'm not being sarcastic here.)

 Now it's back to school work and preparation for Tuesday's class. So until next time!

Supernatural Feels!

Yes, let me tell you my story. The story of how I came to find and love Supernatural. 

I will make this short as I have a project I need to finish and a book I need to get back to reading (the Silmarillion) 

I'm a little late to the party--try eight years--but I'm not sorry. I found Supernatural a few months ago, actually via my mother. She watched the show and enjoyed it, and after a while I decided to watch it. I was a little nervous at first because I am a big wimp when it comes to scary stuff, especially supernatural things. The ghosts in my closet were more terrifying to me than walking across a busy intersection blindfolded. 

I actually watched Supernatural while I was sick with a 102 fever. I curled up in my bed and watched seasons 1-5 in just a few days. Needless to say I didn't sleep well. Not because I was really scared, but because I actually started to have hallucinations somewhere around twelve o'clock. Yea, waking up and thinking you see Castiel standing in your doorway will really scare the living daylights out of you. 

At some point I actually woke up, stumbled down the stairs, tried (unsuccessfully) to open the front door and  then started screaming at the top of my lungs that Dean Winchestor was outside and mom needed to let him in. After that mom decided it was time to medicate the fever and she shuttled me back up to my room while I mumbled something about baking pie.

I. Kid. You. Not.

I also wrote an English paper with a 102 fever, and I finally got it back yesterday with a big A plus stamped on it! I was so happy I almost did a happy dance in the hallway! :D 

But anyway, now that we have established that I am a fan, let's move on to the feels part of the post. 

I love this show, and I love the way it grows more complex as time goes on. They also kill a LOT of people, which really appeals to the evil author in me (out of 30 characters in my books, 8 survive). They show is also freaking hilarious--as many fans have stated before me. Basically this show is funny...until it hurts. :( I cried over Bobby, Dean, Sam, and especially Castiel.

Oh Castiel...

Favorite isn't a good enough word to describe the level of feels I have for this character! He is amazing! The torment he goes through for his friends and the entire human race is unbelievable. He sacrifices everything, and loses so much! Feels everywhere! 

He's also precious! 

He is so socially awkward, sweet, caring, shy, brave, and very disobedient! He's amazing! Misha Collins does a wonderful job portraying him! Most people are really taken with Dean and Sam, and while I enjoy Dean a lot (don't really like Sammy) I'm a Castiel Girl! 

He's like a lost puppy, you just want to pick it up and love it forever. :) 

He's also pretty awesome when he needs to be, he's tough and will do what he has to do to get the job done. That's a trait I admire. :) Granted, Cas has had his bad moments--but there again so has Dean, Bobby and definitely Sam and people still adore them. I love Castiel because he is good at heart, and will always try to do what is morally right--even when it means he will suffer because of it.

Also the bond Castiel shares with the Winchestors is really cool. No, I do not ship Dean/Castiel....not in the slightest. I think that while they do share a close bond, they are friends and friends alone. I also think it's important to be able to see true friendship without mixing in romantic feelings. 

He may not be the best looking of the trio (though I think he's cute), but looks really aren't important. Castiel is a good person/angel, and that's what makes the character so lovable!   

Castiel is awesome, so I'm now on his side! :D

I also have a new appreciation for the Chevy Impala....I mean, after watching this show, who doesn't? 

I also can't listen to "Carry on my Wayward Son" or eat pie in the same way ever again...But that's part of being in a fandom. It changes you! 

Well, as previously stated, this was going to be a short post. I've got an English assignment I'd like to finish today since I will be working tomorrow. So until next time! 

Carry on my Wayward Followers! 

Rebecca

  

In the Midst of Going Dark

It's a term used by the Gullah, usually applied to women, and is basically code for them being in a mood.

I am in a mood, therefore...I've gone dark. Basically it's where you habitually meditate on every wrong thing in your life or day, and it happens at a particular time each month--and no I'm not bipolar either. :(

It's one of those weeks/days, you know...all girls will understand. I'd also like to take a side note by pointing out that I don't normally mention--even to my close friends--when I'm in bad mood; that's just me. So this post really isn't going to be a rant, or at least, I will try to keep it from that. Please don't let irony strike me dead!

Anyway, going dark, right...well, it started this morning when I had to get up at an ungodly hour because of my Physical Fitness class and the fact that my truck doesn't run off caffeine like I do. So I got up early to finish my chores and go to school, but as I was stepping out the door (at six in the morning--which is ungodly for me) I set off our alarm system. I woke up my dad, mom, baby sister, neighbors, and scared the crap out of my brother's cat BJ. Plus I think my heart stopped for a few seconds, but that might have just been from all the caffeine I've been pumping into my adrenal glands for the past two weeks.

Then, as I was walking out the door, I discovered that my class had been canceled, which provided a momentary lapse in irritation and caused me to run around the house screaming: "Dobby is FREE! MASTER HAS GIVEN DOBBY A FREE PERIOD! DOBBY IS FREE!" I'm not kidding, I actually did that and my mother thought it was amusing.

Any-who, I spent my time at the gas station, then enjoying a coffee--more caffeine for my already stoned kidneys and hyper active adrenals--before it was time for history. History is never really boring for me...save today. When Physical Science is more interesting that history for me you KNOW I'm not having a good day. I don't know how I made it through history. Really, I kept praying for my phone to buzz and read:

I'm outside with Dean, Sam, Castiel, John, Daryl, and a mad man with a blue box. Murder in church. Crowley suspected. Moriarty in purgatory. Zombies on your campus. Don't blink. Come if convenient. 

~SH

If inconvenient come anyway. Cling to Castiel and he will grip you tight and take you from your classroom. 

~SH

And bring pie.

~DW



Then I could madly dash out the door and go off to follow a magic haired, scarfed man with no people skills around town all day while possibly explaining the purpose of a rubber duck to a very attractive, and befuddled, angel of the Lord. It would have been awesome.

However, since no such text came I was left to sit through one of our more boring history lessons. By the time English came, which was my favorite class, I was counting the minutes until I could go home. I was so tired.

But it wasn't really my day that had me going dark---it was mainly hormones. I was over thinking everything, and everyone in the world was quickly becoming my enemy. Everything everyone said either meant our relationship was over, I was stupid, or they were counting the minutes until they got away from me. When in fact--as I look back now--their actions indicated nothing of the sort. It was a normal day--to everyone except me. For me it was Shark Week--and they were all cocky seals who were just asking to get bit. But sometimes being a lady shark means you have to suck it up and not bite the snot out of some space encroaching seal with an attitude problem and a head that would look particularly nice on your wall.

Besides....Castiel says I can't go back to Purgatory again this year.

Yea, I joined that fandom. I was already half crazy from all the others--what's one more?

I also lost my faith in humanity. While exiting history class, I spotted two seven year olds waiting outside one of the offices. As I walked past I smiled at them--you know like you do whenever you see young children--but then I turned around to see both boys staring at my rear end while nodding, and the tallest of the two suddenly blurted out (excuse my french) "Dat Ass!"

0_0

I'm still not over it.

I'm still vomiting.

Still. Vomiting.

Seriously? Seriously people? Great--that's the generation of kids my children will have to associate with. Wonderful, perfect....just when I thought that the perversion of this generation couldn't possibly go further...

Dean's face says it all. :(

With my mood growing ever more despondent, it was a sweet relief when I got to talk to a particular someone after they drove me to my car. They stayed late, even though they had work and I begged them to go, it was a very sweet moment.

But then Shark Week reared it's ugly head again, and the whole way home I engaged in a bout self esteem damaging over thinking. When I finally got home I was exhausted, hungry (I hadn't eaten since breakfast and I got home at six) and ready for death. I fumbled up the stairs and discovered that my cat had thrown up in the back room of our house and it was my job to clean it up. Several grueling minutes later, during which I actually contemplated the severity of another trip to Purgatory, the cat yak was gone and I finally was allowed to stumble up the stairwell and collapse on my bed in anguish just before the heavy weight boxer decided to start practicing his punches on my insides.


I had gotten up and my own hormones had kicked my butt. But I told myself that any day where you didn't bite, scratch, or kill anyone is a good day. Sadly however, I was already dark and my mood was not improving. So what did I do? I grabbed a mini bag of sour cream and union chips and inhaled it. My mood didn't go up. It's pretty bad when even food doesn't help.

But as I lay there and moped, an idea sprang into my head. It's not a new idea, or even one that uniquely belongs to me, it actually pops into my head whenever I'm in a bad mood but I rarely act off of it as--for some sick reason--there is actually a part of me that enjoys being in a bad mood once I'm in one. This time however, I knew fully that this wasn't me and that my day was actually amazing--I was just in Shark Week.

The idea is this:

Count/List Your Blessings.

Lame, cheap, worn out, all of those terms spring to mind when someone mentions this. It's an old phrase that's spit out so often it lost it's meaning long ago, but today I'm using it because it makes me feel better.

Today I will count my blessings, and I will CHOOSE to see the good in things. This is something that has been on my mind a lot lately. The fact that we have a spirit of discipline and self control that is given to us by God. Basically this means that you CAN stop yourself from doing some or start yourself doing something because God gave you the ability and strength through him to do so. This can include eating right, restraining yourself from activities you know are wrong, and thinking a certain way. My thought life is a BIG area of struggle for me, and I think it's due in part to my creative nature. Creative people's minds tend to wander all over the place, and in that we find a lot of our inspiration, however--a wandering mind can also lead to overthinking and depression. By controlling our thoughts--telling ourselves that we won't think badly of others or ourselves--we can actually limit the level of influence bad things have over us.

I know, I don't normally post religious stuff, but this is just something that I've been trying to learn this past week.

So today I will choose to think well--even if I don't feel like it.

Without further adieu, here is The List: 

The Lord who forgives me, loves me, and strengthens me to do all things through him! :D
A loving and patient family who restrains from killing me during Shark Week
Lovely and supportive friends who I got to see several times this week,
Growing photography opportunities!
Octobers--I'm very excited that it's finally fall and the leaves are changing! October is my absolute favorite month!
Straight A's in my classes
Parents who are very generous! :D
A good steady job where the bosses are very kind to me
A good school to go to,
A great friend who will sit and watch Sherlock Holmes: Hound of the Baskervilles with me and then go outside and play tackle foot ball for hours--Tag, JAMES! :D
A new writing/reading/fandom friend in History,
A friend who will trek in the woods for hours and then go with me to BK for a ice coffee! :D Tag, Jessie!
A friend who will read all of my crazy writing! Tag, Hannah!
A friend who will have a paper ball fight with us via Skype! Long story, but tag, Clara! :D
An A+ on my last English paper! That was actually given to me today! I could faint!
Loosing 15-20 pounds--I didn't mean to do it...there's just a lot of hiking opportunities now and not much eating time.
Great teachers,
A canceled class period! Dobby is FREE!
A very cuddly cat named Hobbes,
Sweater weather!
My discovery of frozen Mochas!
A sweet boy who let me borrow the Similarion!
A sweet boy who drives me to my car...same one yes. ;)
My texting upgrade! I've been texting a lot lately
Sneakiness...lot of that going on here! 0_0
And also bashfulness at school---lot of that too! ;D

Aww, Misha! :)

New episodes of the Walking Dead--yes SQUEEEE! Daryl's back!
New Episodes of Supernatural--CASTIEL!
Castiel--my love for this angel knows no bounds. That's my boy!

My boy, Cas! 

Great and interesting people in my English class who I enjoy talking to! 

New and amazing music!

A great meal with company tonight!

Plus the fact that Shark Week only lasts a little while! 

So yes, despite my bad mood, I have actually had an amazing day! Life is good, life is great, and I am grateful for it! I discipline myself to praise Him in all situations and moods! :D I am grateful and given grace! :D

Well, I'm in a better mood now--and thank heaven for it! Now I think I'll retire for a while...before my brain goes back into Shark mode. Yep, the world isn't out of danger yet. Just pray that tomorrow I don't kill someone...or end up in Purgatory. 

Good Friends are Rare!

Who else would take a mustache picture with you? Or act completely stupid with you? 

This is something that's been on my mind lately. Real friends are hard to find. Good friends who can know you better than anybody else and still want to hang around you are a HUGE blessing. 

Note: This post is mainly about the girls and I, but to all of my male friends I'm not excluding you! Trust me, there are times when all I want to do is go out in the woods or lean back and kill some zombies! But today I just wanted to post about my friends Jessie, Hannah and Clara...since it has been officially three years since I met them!  

I've known these girls for so long now, with Clara being the newest member of our group. They've been with me through good and bad times; they know me better than most everyone else...and I am so grateful for them!

Never under estimate the value of having good people in your life, take it from me. There is a shortage of good people in this world, a REALLY big shortage, and when you find someone who isn't trying to be like the world; who wants to be special, it's an angel chorus moment! 

All of these girls are so amazing and sweet! They are trying to live a godly life in an ungodly world and have such compassion for those around them! They take the time to get to know others around them and be there for them when trouble comes into their lives! It's really inspiring! 

Basically, what I'm trying to say is I am very grateful that the Lord has given me such amazing friends! 

Yea, that's my "Miss Priss" face...and that's Jessie's reaction to it! :D

Jessie's face! hahaha!

Fake crying

"No, Jessie! Don't cry!" Cue deep southern voice....

 

My and Jessie's relationship in a nutshell! 

Hannah had to scrunch down a LOT just so she was head level with us! 

I am SO short!

I'm obviously shocked by something...and Jessie???

Don't mess with Hannah!

We will randomly start screaming at each other over really stupid stuff....or just for the fun of screaming! :)

Oh my gosh! It's a rare and illusive Hannah! 0_0

Photo BOMB!