The person I am is opinionated.  Even when I say I have nothing to say, I really do because that’s just who I am.  It’s not always negative what I have to say, but I always do have an opinion.  Sometimes I fell my “opinionation” comes off as judgement and it’s taken me awhile to figure that out.  But it’s something I try to be aware of every minute of the day.  If I’m aware of it then I know that I can change it and make it be more settled and understand.  Understood meaning that is just what I think and not what you should do.

I am a wordy person.  I wish I wasn’t like that.  Ironically, I wish I were more succint, but I was born with the gift of words and man, I’m going to use them.  But I don’t always know how to use them so I’m not really good with talking.  there are so many things I want to say and can’t really get a structured thought out correctly.  I’m better on paper ( not to be confused with the “good on paper girl”) because paper settles my mind and I can focus on what I want to say with meaning and structure.  I am a writer.

 I am a person with sarcastic wit.  Sometimes this comes off as being serious or smart, but that’s just me being funny.  Some people have that natural ability to make people laugh with funny ha-ha humor.  That’s not who I am at all though.  My humor doesn’t always catch on with everyone, but that’s just a part of me that everyone won’t understand.

 I am a caring person.  I’ve said it a million times, but sometimes I do care too much.  I want everyone in my life to be happy.  And that doesn’t always mean being worry free.  I know things are not always going to be OK in life, but I am here to talk to you, to listen to you, to be a shoulder to lean on when you need it.  If I’m not doing that then I don’t think I’m fulfilling the job I was put on earth to do.  I want to help out in any possible way I can so that you know I am there for you anytime you need me.  My heart is so big and filled with love and I do want to share that.

 I am almost guranteed to spill something on myself (probably that last sip oor the last bites I take of my food).  It must be genetically programed into my being.  I will always spill something on my favorite shirt.  I really should be the spokesperson for the Tide Stain pen.

 I am almost guaranteed to be the one who trips and falls on walks into walls.  I’m genetically programed for that too since my dad is a doctor.  Sometimes I don’t know I do the things I do but I do them.  And sometimes it really hurts.

The person that I am loves to write, but I am the worst speller in the world.  In college, copy-editing was my worst class because I just couldn’t get the spellings right.  Needless to say, I never would have competed or even won a Scripts spelling bee.

 I am a music lover.  Mustic is like my best friend.  I can always find a song that can convey an emotion and it will say exactly what I want to say.  It’s ironic because I am a writer and I should be able to find the right words myself, but someone else always finds some better words to say. I love making mixed cds and passing them on to the people I love.  Have you gotten one lately?  Probably not, because I haven’t made one in a long time.

I am creative soul.  I like to make things.  I love to take pictures.  When I put things together it makes me feel accomplished.  When I see a picture I’ve taken…it makes me feel good.  I feel accomplished.  Being a creative soul I see things differently.  I see things outside the box.  I always have a unique perspective on things.

I am a thinker.  I do think about things.  I think about how I feel.  I think about how other people feel in a certain situation…and then I react.  Sometimes it does take me awhile to figure out how I feel because I do think about it.  In the past, I have reacted so quickly to thinks and said things that may not be true emotions and that almost caused me to lose my greatest friend in life.  I promised her that I would always think about what I said before following my emotions.  (I feel a lot of things and other people may not feel the same things I feel.  I fliter though that stuff to get to the root of the problem.)  I feel like when I don’t think things through nothing good is doing to come out of my mouth.  I never want to hurt anyone with my words ever again.

The person I am is a lot of things, but I’m not perfect.  I wish that I could do things perfectly and I don’t.  I try, but it’s not really realistic and that’s just life.  But I “have the distinction to be, no one else but the singular, remarkable, unique” me.

Not every girl awaits the day that they find the love of their life and he asks you to marry him…but realistically most girls do. I’ve been fortunate enough to have this happen. Yes, I’m recently engaged…and now I’m planning a wedding that will have in 10 months.

First off, when it happens you start gathering ideas about what you want immediately even if you’ve never thought about it before. It’s great, fun and exciting. But then reality sets in and you realize that planning a wedding is very expensive and all those things you may want you may not get because all of those things cost money. So you immediately start thinking of ways to cut costs…

Today I’ve been faced with a dilemma. I had originally said I was to be married and “recepted” in my mom’s backyard. Reserved the tents and everything…but I didn’t think about the cost of tents, portable bathrooms, tables, chairs, and all that jazz. I liked the idea of a backyard night barbecue.

Today I was standing and looking around work and decided that maybe the office would be a much better option because there is parking, bathrooms, no electricity problems, a couple of tables and chairs…but most importantly there is parking and bathrooms. Now I’m faced with the problems of giving up something I may want…for convenience. The only thing that matters is that I become Mrs. Larimus. I just want it to be something special for us.

Tomorrow I will post pictures of this dilemma so that you truly understand that I must turn a cluttered warehouse into a backyard. But I must do it.

Presidential elections is one of the greatest parts of being an American citizen.  I love the whole build up.  I love having the candidates try to distinguish themselves from the others, but inevitably all Republican candidates want the same things and all Democratic candidates want the same thing.  I love to see who is stumping for who and who will endorse a certain candidate.  I love how there is actually a battle to see who will get each party’s nomination.  I love debates, especially when they get heated.  (But only when they get heated about the issues.)  I love seeing an underdog come in and kick some American politic butt.

 I don’t like the fact that I don’t live in one of those “important” states like Iowa, New Hampshire, or Florida.  I live in a state that is completely red and probably will never change.  I get short changed because I don’t get to see debates or attend a rally.  But I still pay attention.

What I don’t like even more is when the campaigns get dirty!  Isn’t the game of politics dirty enough? President Bill Clinton is making Hilary’s camp flithy with grime, hate, and race!  I am a strong supporter of the Democratic party (yes, that’s right but I RESPECT all political views) and I was an even bigger fan of President Clinton.  You see I’m one of those voters that candidates are trying to get out and vote, I’m black, single (not for long), and a woman.  President Clinton has been making clear, under-handed jabs at race since he started stumping heavily for his wife.  And I’m kind of tired of it.

It is just not something I would expect from him because of his past and the legacy he brings forward.  And I think it took a lot of people by surprise and it did hurt Hilary’s campaign.  I don’t think people realize that yet but the aftermath will come.  Meanwhile, I think he was a great assesst to her campaign but he should probably chill out for a while.

 The press makes such a big deal about everything.  The latest topic is how Obama shunned H. Clinton at the State of the Union address.  I don’t think it was intentional, especially when it’s a close race like this and every move is going to be scrutinized.  I feel like the press created this conflict and the candidates have to spend time talking about this instead of the real issues.  Not cool yo!  Let’s focus on the issues and not the petty kindergarten crap.

The year was 2004 and I had just turned 23 when the Ashlee Simpson show debuted. All of those later 20 somethings out in the world know that in your early 20’s you were still very much trying to figure out who you were and what you were about. I was all about being Ashlee Simpson. She was cute, smart, witty, funny, and most importantly real. She was living in a messy (but super-nice) apartment with her best friend and she just seemed like a normal girl. She was relatable. I found myself obsessed with her music and trying to bite off her style. I was going to be something like Ashlee Simpson and man I was on a search for my Ryan Cabrera! 

 Oh, that was so long ago. We did crazy things like had conversations about her like she was our real friend and wanted to know every interesting tidbit of her life. All I have to say now is, we were stupid.But I can’t help but wonder, what happened to that Ashlee Simpson? The music, not as good as it once was. She’s dating someone who looks nothing like Ryan Cabrera. Plus, she started wanting things like huge houses and Rolex watches…oh, I forgot about the nose job too. She WAS relatable but now she is not. She is, frankly, uninteresting. Times have definitely changed because this new song she has out, just isn’t doing it for me. She used to make music that meant something; now it’s all for the club.Or maybe I just grew up. Well I know I grew up and had to spend my time relating to other things like payments: car, mortgage, student loan, credit card, etc.

It is amazing how when you reach a certain age things just happen to change. And the age is different for everyone. My age was 25. I really started to get serious about things and it started a whole new thing for me. I changed the music I listened to, the clothes I wore, even the movies I watched.I started going for something with a little more meaning musically, clothes that made me look a little older and made people take me seriously (but without losing my very great preppy fashion sense), and I really didn’t want to waste my time on really stupid movies anymore. Writing this makes me want to revert to the old days when you didn’t have to worry about things like that…a time when life was much easier.

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