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A Post About Eminem

Tuesday, April 19, 2011
I keep meaning for this blog to be my fluffy one but there's so many things I want my little world of people to know.

Eminem.

Ell Em En Oh P.

Okay so I haven't always been a fan of Slim Shady. But who didn't know the words to that song "Will the real Slim Shady please stand up?" I remember making jokes about it in high school.

One of my most favorite performances can be found below. It's mostly edited. He does say the D word. And other words are implied but he edits them himself (it's live). If you have an extra 5 minutes, watch it. These are my 2 favorite songs.



Just in case you didn't hear them, here are some of the lyrics:
I'm not afraid to take a stand
Everybody come take my hand
We'll walk this road together, through the storm
Whatever weather, cold or warm
Just let you know that, you're not alone
Holla if you feel that you've been down the same road

Yeah, It's been a ride...
I guess I had to go to that place to get to this one
Now some of you might still be in that place
If you're trying to get out, just follow me
I'll get you there

And I just can't keep living this way

So starting today, I'm breaking out of this cage
I'm standing up, Imma face my demons
I'm manning up, Imma hold my ground
I've had enough, now I'm so fed up
Time to put my life back together right now

It was my decision to get clean, I did it for me
Admittedly I probably did it subliminally for you
So I could come back a brand new me, you helped see me through
And don't even realise what you did, believe me you
I been through the ringer, but they can do little to the middle finger
I think I got a tear in my eye, I feel like the king of
My world, haters can make like bees with no stingers, and drop dead
No more beef flingers, no more drama from now on, I promise
To focus soley on handling my responsibility's as a father
So I solemnly swear to always treat this roof like my daughters and raise it
You couldn't lift a single shingle on it
Cause the way I feel, I'm strong enough to go to the club
Or the corner pub and lift the whole liquor counter up
Cause I'm raising the bar, I shoot for the moon
But I'm too busy gazing at stars, I feel amazing and

(chorus)
I'm not afraid...


Anyway, my point in sharing this is to show that people can change! I chose Eminem and this performance because he is an extremely passionate artist. Whatever he writes/raps about, is always done with a lot of gumption and energy. I appreciate that (I also really like the drums in this performance). It probably seems really strange, but listening to this song really empowers me! I can change too!
And... With my post regarding music choices, I thought this might fit as well. :-)

I'm Full of It Today

Jackson had a few accidents today. Not only in his Pull-Up, but in life. He dropped my debit card down the door. And then when we got home he accidently slammed my arm in the car door. It hurt. And I was sort of at the end of my rope. I rushed inside to my bedroom and cried. I cried not only because my arm hurt but because I hurt. In general.

Jackson walked in and was crying too. I know he felt so bad. He said, "I so sorry mommy."  We hugged and I told him I loved him. I apologized for getting upset with him earlier in the day. He said, "It's okay mommy, don't cry." We hugged again and he pulled back and with his pointer finger tried to put my mouth in a smile. Then he smiled a cheesy smile him self and said "Like this." He apologized a couple more times and I got more snuggles.

It was very sweet. A lesson for me.

In Dare's Sunday School they talked about becoming as a child. They read, Matthew 18: 1-6, 10.


1 At the same time came the disciples unto Jesus, saying, Who is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven?


2 And Jesus called a little child unto him, and set him in the midst of them,

3 And said, Verily I say unto you, Except ye be converted, and become as little children, ye shall not enter into the kingdom of heaven.


I wrote my sister today and said, "God hates me". She asked my why. I told her bad things kept happening to me. And that I was feeling sorry for myself. She responded, "None of what went wrong is Gods doing. God doesn't find joy in hurting his children. Nor would he make bad things happen to them."

I get it God. I'm thankful for my accidents and lessons today.

Stupid Id's

Sunday, April 17, 2011
I basically want to poke people's eyes out. Or throw rocks at them.

Yup it's anger time.

Normally I would save this anger for secret blog but some of my readers are the people, or married to, or in a relationship with the people I want to gouge. I also happen to be riled up about something completely unrelated to this subject but that's being saved for my uber private blog.

I'm not sure if I should go teenage angst style and write general I-hate-stupid-people comments or if I should get specific about the rudeness of the idiots i'm talking about.

I'll go general. Ish.

People who talk about other people behind their back should be more careful who they talk to. I believe there is a Justin Timberlake song that says, and I quote,

"What goes around, goes around, goes around

Comes all the way back around
What goes around, goes around, goes around
Comes all the way back around
What goes around, goes around, goes around
Comes all the way back around
What goes around, goes around, goes around
Comes all the way back around"

Yeah. I'm pretty sure that proves my point.

Just because I listen to Katy Pery and Ke$ha (with the money dolla sign don't you forget) doesn't mean I am a devil and that I am going to hell. Sometimes, I even buy the edited version of the songs.

I may not be the Mormon they think I should be, but we are all just people tryin' to make it in this world. In fact, I think of these specific people whenever I am updating my status or posting a blog. Which is absolutely ridiculous. I wish I could be public to everyone but people with judgement on their brain.

Oh wait, I judge too. I'm just more secret about it. Except right now. And in blogs past, and when I yell about it.

What to Wear to a Military Ball

Monday, April 11, 2011
This is not me. These are my hot friends.
What I wish you could see is her dress up close.
It's lace and beautiful.
I didn't know what to wear. I stressed out over long or short, floofy or straight, black or pink, etc... I did that so I could help you choose what to wear to your first/next/100th military ball. I've updated this since I originally posted it in 2011. It's 2014 now. Times have changed but being classy has not.

There were girls there with all of the above (long, short etc) and I felt silly for stressing out over such a minute detail. Some girls wore skanky things, and some wore long and elegant and covered up (probably because it was snowing outside! Weird!). There was one girl who wore a silky orange tight fitting dress which was actually really pretty but I think she should have worn some of those suck me up panty hose because her butt, albeit in shape, was jiggling around and if I was staring, so was everyone else.

But I'm not judging except for a little. However, I say go for it if you've got it I guess. Okay, I don't actually believe that.
 
This dress would be a really good example of a DON'T. Even the name suggests 'slutty'. This is the "Hanky Hem" dress. Don't buy it please.

If I could offer any sort of advice, it would be to go with something you already have. Chances are, you've already "been there, done that" with proms and homecomings so you probably have something in your closet begging to be worn again. If not, and you totally want to treat yourself because you feel like you deserve it, DO IT! You're so worth it. For reals.

Otherwise, if you want to play it safe, go long. If you're feeling edgy but not sure, go colorful. If you're feeling like you want to stand out, do short and colorful!

Here are some other good choices. I wouldn't call this a high-low but it's close. It's the best of both worlds. My friend in the picture (the red lace dress) was going to wear a black dress similar to this style peek a boo shortness. I also love the illusion neckline of this one. It's baby blueish.

 
 
The guy who took my friend tried to tell her she should wear something blue, black or red as to match him. I told him he's an idiot and that is an outdated sort of thing. You can wear whatever you want! Really. Try to be comfortable. While we were out shopping, we saw a lot of these pleated chiffon style dresses. Uber comfortable and totally acceptable for a military ball! And guess what? It's not blue, black, or red.
 
 
 

I've seen pictures on Facebook of a lot of girls in their Little Black Dresses. Totally appropriate too. Again, be comfortable and don't stress!

I ended up choosing a long black number (ha ha ha. I love that I just said that) . I wore a sleeved jacket over it and I think I fit right in. But what did stand out was my boobs. I can't help it.


 
What To Expect (the long version)

.They made us line up according to the guys last name. Then we entered the ballroom one couple at a time, ladies first, and were greeted by special guests of honor and the super higher-ups. We were fed down the receiving line, with each one telling the next who we were. They were all surprised that I was a "Mrs." and not a "Ms." There aren't too many married people in the program. They boasted about David and his accomplishments, and bragged about how great he was.

We stood in front of our chairs (at our assigned table) and waited for the guests of honor to be seated. We sat and then immediately stood again for the posting of the colors, a prayer and the toasts... which were really fun. 7 different ones to be exact. Here's an excerpt of the toasts.

"Lasies and Gentlemen, I propose a toast to the greatest fighting force in the world, The United States Army" to which we would hold our glasses of melted ice water and say "To the Army". The final one was my favorite. "Ladies and Gentlemen, I propose a toast to the ladies" to which everyone responded really quietly "to the ladies" so some high ranking guy made them all do that again. It was fun.

They had a roll call of the brnaches which is something I don't know how to explain because I don't know what it is. The hostess called out some dates and names and some people in the audience called out some saying or something.

We ate. Or I should say everyone ELSE ate. We all had little colored pieces of paper to indicate whether we wanted chicken, or steak, or veggies, or salmon. Well, our table was one of the last to be served and apparently, (these are exact words) they "ran out of steak, but have top sirloin". lol!!! This was said after everyone who wanted steak, was served chicken. We asked about the other table and why they were getting "top sirloin", and that was the response. One of the girls at our table said "I just don't get how he could have said that with such a straight face". Everyone at our table was being really nice and waiting for me to get food and THEN the same waiter said, "We ran out of food." I'm not kidding. He really said that. So after another 10 minutes they brought me out a concotion of pasta and veggies which was actually really good but you could tell it was their way of putting together something after running out of food. Apparently they didn't get the memo that we were coming. lol.

After dining, we had a guest speaker, sand the Army Song, retired the colors and then danced!

There was a live jazz band and they played swing and other songs like Etta James "At Last" and we just danced the night away. We were some of the best swingers there. We get that from all of our training at Stake Dances.

We sat down to rest at our table and the seat next to David kept filling up with people who couldn't wait to mentor, or discuss, or talk to David. He was Mr. Popular for sure! His good friend came and sat down next to me and told me of how this often happens. People seek him (David) out to mentor him because he is the rising star. He would be really embarrassed if he knew I was saying this. I think it's sweet though. So one person would leave, and that seat would immediately be filled.

His drunk captain announced that they could retire their jackets or something and that was sort of the announcement that we could leave if we wanted to. He came over and spoke to me with alcohol breath and said funny things. The hot seat (next to David) was empty and we decided that might be a good time to leave.

It was such a fun evening! So next time you have to go to a military ball, don't stress over what to wear. Stress over what NOT to wear. Just kidding. Don't.

I appreciate pictures, but not a thousand of them.

Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Sometimes.... (this is a secret coming out).... I skip through peoples blogs if there are Soooooo many pictures. I can only take 70 pictures of your daughters missing front tooth.

Am I rood for saying that? Maybe it's because I am jealous because I never post any pictures here. Which is weird because we had a family activity last night and I totally posted pictures last night, after it happened, that same night, on our Nickle family blog. Too bad it's secret because i can't even prove to you that it's true.

Why am I so bad at it? I think it might be that I am afraid people will judge me if my pictures aren't "perfect" so to say. I feel like they have to be the "right" ones or people will think I'm a crappy person or something lol.

Also, the keyboard I am using is sticking and I am soooo irritated about it.

Also, i am working on Jacobs Senior pictures that we took like 2 months ago. don't worry, if you ever want us to take your pictures, I promise I won't take that long. Unless you are family. lol. Sorry Steph and Jacob and anyoen else we've done that to!

do you see all those mistakes above? I don't even care because I HATE this keyboard.

I wrote in my journal blog about my day today. It was really lame and wonderful all at the same time. I am at the library because my husband is awesome. It was much more poetic the way I wrote it in the other blog.

My friend is moving here from NY and I am excited because we are going to have accent days (she doesn't know this yet but I know she'll go for it). We'll have gangsta day, and British day, and southern country day, etc. You can join in if you want to. It's probably gonna be a club. On those days, we'll speak in that accent and only that accent. We are also starting a Non-profit organization. We need peopel to get involved but I'm not ready to publicly announce anything. If you are interested, let me know! It's gonna be good and we're gonna make lots of money. oh wait, it's non-profit.

Wow. i am reading through everything and it's so crappy. It's like a ten year old wrote it. No punctuation and terrible grammar and bad everything. I want to write something poetic someday.  Speaking of poetic and really smart writers, my brother-in-law is uber smart and he has a blog now. You should read it. It's REAL smart. You can read it here. If there is no link over there, that means he texted me and told me to take it down because he is just that smart that he doesn't want anyone to know.

For now, I will go. Here is a picture. This is Sadie on Mascara Sunday. I've told you about that right? How she loves makeup and glamour and beauty. Well, this is beauty. lol