As I mentioned previously, I have begun my Blog For A Cause blog series. For those of you who are a little late to the party, Blog For A Cause is my new blog series centered around weekly public service announcements that you feel passionate about. Whether you have a story to go along with it, have done volunteer work to expedite awareness of the cause, or you just know the importance of the issue- I want to hear from you! The first post can be found here. I am going to start accepting blog posts from guest bloggers immediately via email at rockingmytiara@yahoo.com.
The posts do not have a length requirement. There are no restrictions except I want you to share your experiences while making the world a more positive place. Let us change the world together, one blog post at a time! If you have a cause you feel passionate about and you want it shared with hundreds to thousands of receptive people, please email me your blog draft! I will read over it for spelling errors and will be posting one each week.
PLEASE include your twitter name in the email so I can give credit where it's due! If you would rather remain anonymous due to the contents of the post, I can certainly do that for you too. Just let me know.
Thank you all for your support of my blog and twitter thus far! It means more than you can imagine.
Monday, June 30, 2014
Friday, June 27, 2014
Blog For A Cause: The G story
As many of you know, last week I lost one of my good friends that I have known since middle school. In his honor I have decided to start a blog series called "Blog For A Cause". In this series I want to use blog posts written by my followers to serve as public service announcements for causes you feel passionate about. All blog posts can be sent to rockingmytiara@yahoo.com! I hope to have one a week to post and to help use my account for something truly positive. I have decided to begin the series with a PSA of my own: The G Story.
Last week my dear friend passed away from a car accident. Authorities have no evidence of this crash being a hit and run or anything of that nature. It appears that my friend veered off of the road and was tormented by a series of trees, then later flew through the windshield of his vehicle.
Before I go into more detail about his accident, let me share what a hardworking and dedicated person my good friend was. My friend (we'll refer to him as G) was a college graduate who completed two majors. In an effort to repay his college loans in a timely manner, G was working as a county deputy. He worked overtime weekly while living at home to knock huge amounts off of his debt. He aspired to go to law school after he completed paying off a majority of his loans. G was going to do great things with his life and he will truly be missed by my entire community. After a long 88 hour work week, G was driving home in a completely exhausted state. While consumed with exhaustion G did not put on his seatbelt. I know what you're thinking: "he's a deputy and he doesn't wear his seatbelt?", but nobody is perfect. He spent his long days making my community safe with his service. G was always one to put other's before himself, but this was a time he should have been a little more aware of his own safety.
The message I want to publicize with this blog is PLEASE don't drive drowsy. Driving drowsy can be just as dangerous as driving while under the influence and it's not fair to yourself, the people who love you or others commuting around you for such a small thing to cause so much disastrous commotion. If you are truly in need, finding another way home is never impossible. Another thing I want to get across is please, please, PLEASE wear your seatbelt. Wearing a seatbelt could have saved my beloved friend's life that day. In the event something unexpected happens you don't want the lack of a seatbelt to be the one small thing that could have made a huge difference. Too many good people are lost in ways that could have been prevented.
Thank you for reading my blog post and I hope that it has a positive influence on you, especially on the young drivers who still have so much road to travel. I look forward to reading and posting the blogs from my followers in an attempt to spread awareness of other topics that could save lives or at least make your life a little easier. Help me Blog For A Cause.
Last week my dear friend passed away from a car accident. Authorities have no evidence of this crash being a hit and run or anything of that nature. It appears that my friend veered off of the road and was tormented by a series of trees, then later flew through the windshield of his vehicle.
Before I go into more detail about his accident, let me share what a hardworking and dedicated person my good friend was. My friend (we'll refer to him as G) was a college graduate who completed two majors. In an effort to repay his college loans in a timely manner, G was working as a county deputy. He worked overtime weekly while living at home to knock huge amounts off of his debt. He aspired to go to law school after he completed paying off a majority of his loans. G was going to do great things with his life and he will truly be missed by my entire community. After a long 88 hour work week, G was driving home in a completely exhausted state. While consumed with exhaustion G did not put on his seatbelt. I know what you're thinking: "he's a deputy and he doesn't wear his seatbelt?", but nobody is perfect. He spent his long days making my community safe with his service. G was always one to put other's before himself, but this was a time he should have been a little more aware of his own safety.
The message I want to publicize with this blog is PLEASE don't drive drowsy. Driving drowsy can be just as dangerous as driving while under the influence and it's not fair to yourself, the people who love you or others commuting around you for such a small thing to cause so much disastrous commotion. If you are truly in need, finding another way home is never impossible. Another thing I want to get across is please, please, PLEASE wear your seatbelt. Wearing a seatbelt could have saved my beloved friend's life that day. In the event something unexpected happens you don't want the lack of a seatbelt to be the one small thing that could have made a huge difference. Too many good people are lost in ways that could have been prevented.
Thank you for reading my blog post and I hope that it has a positive influence on you, especially on the young drivers who still have so much road to travel. I look forward to reading and posting the blogs from my followers in an attempt to spread awareness of other topics that could save lives or at least make your life a little easier. Help me Blog For A Cause.
Wednesday, June 25, 2014
A Very Very Un-fairy Tale: Part One- Setting The Stage
No matter how perfect anything or anyone seems at any given time, you MUST remember that you never see the whole story. People (just like icebergs) leave so much under the surface for no one to see unless someone is willing to dive deep enough and figure out what is hidden underneath the seemingly beautiful waves. I have spent the day thinking about just how much I have hidden underneath my surface waves. There is SO much that people don't know about me and honestly, I hate it. With every experience comes a gain of knowledge. I have this knowledge, but why do I find it necessary to hide it from the world? Knowledge can be shared. I'm okay with the world becoming a little more intelligent in dealing with the stormy waters they must endure. So here it is. Here is my life story.
I feel the need to begin this story with a few things I have accomplished in my life. I graduated high school with a 3.8 GPA, I was a varsity captain, I was being recruited for college sports, I was involved in every club that ever existed, I had a great friend group, I did not drink or have sex until I was 18, and I was never a rebel child who tried to run away from home (except that one time I hopped onto my bike at age 11 with a backpack containing one huge bag of chips, rode to the end of the driveway and then turned around because I chickened out). All-in-all I was a textbook perfect child, but my life was FAR from perfect.
I was quite the surprise for my 19-year old unmarried parents. In fact, my mother refers to me as the best mistake she ever made, if this gives you any indication of how the rest of this story is going to go. My parents eventually got married after my birth and decided to have two more children despite the suffering marriage they were now a part of. I love my baby sisters. They are my world, but I do not think my parents were thinking clearly when they decided to create them. My dad worked the night shift and spent a lot of time traveling for job training, sometimes he spent over a year in foreign countries. This was difficult for my mother which I completely understand. Not everyone is built for the "married, but rarely see my husband" life. It takes a special kind of person to be able to handle that. I can't blame her for having difficulty dealing with this situation, but what I do blame her for is what happens next.
My mother cheated on my father with one of the guys she met out at bars while she left my 8-year old self in charge for one for the many overnight babysittings of my little sisters. Who would have known this male mistress would work his way into my life in the form of an evil stepfather. I remember bawling my eyes out when my mom told me that he and she were getting married. I was laying on the bathroom floor disgustingly covering my face with the bathroom carpet, because no matter how gross that rug was, it did not compare to how gross I felt at that moment. That was the moment my young life shattered. My world wasn't my world any more. There was no chance of my mom and dad getting back together and you can't expect any 9 1/2 year old to be okay with that. The one redeeming quality about my soon to be stepdad that my mother had to offer at this time of my despair was, "but he takes you to Chuck-E-Cheese". HE TAKES ME TO FUCKING CHUCK-E-CHEESE. Whoop-dee-doo-da-day! I guess everything is okay in the world because he takes me to a playground of gross sweaty kids playing in a pile of balls and shoving pizza down their throats. The worst part about this is that she knew Chuck-E-Cheese was sacred to me. That was my one escape from the problems in my little girl world. I think the time my mom knew shit was going to hit the fan was when I responded to her mention of the ever so redeeming quality of my future stepdad with, "I SPIT on Chuck-E-Cheese". She proceeded with the marriage despite my effort to make her realize the error of her ways. My sister's and I lives were about to get a LOT different. This was the very beginning of the point in my life where I was forced to grow up too quickly. I am the older sister, I had to take charge of the situation! I was the voice of the little people in my family. Something had to be done and it had to be done quickly.
I feel the need to begin this story with a few things I have accomplished in my life. I graduated high school with a 3.8 GPA, I was a varsity captain, I was being recruited for college sports, I was involved in every club that ever existed, I had a great friend group, I did not drink or have sex until I was 18, and I was never a rebel child who tried to run away from home (except that one time I hopped onto my bike at age 11 with a backpack containing one huge bag of chips, rode to the end of the driveway and then turned around because I chickened out). All-in-all I was a textbook perfect child, but my life was FAR from perfect.
I was quite the surprise for my 19-year old unmarried parents. In fact, my mother refers to me as the best mistake she ever made, if this gives you any indication of how the rest of this story is going to go. My parents eventually got married after my birth and decided to have two more children despite the suffering marriage they were now a part of. I love my baby sisters. They are my world, but I do not think my parents were thinking clearly when they decided to create them. My dad worked the night shift and spent a lot of time traveling for job training, sometimes he spent over a year in foreign countries. This was difficult for my mother which I completely understand. Not everyone is built for the "married, but rarely see my husband" life. It takes a special kind of person to be able to handle that. I can't blame her for having difficulty dealing with this situation, but what I do blame her for is what happens next.
My mother cheated on my father with one of the guys she met out at bars while she left my 8-year old self in charge for one for the many overnight babysittings of my little sisters. Who would have known this male mistress would work his way into my life in the form of an evil stepfather. I remember bawling my eyes out when my mom told me that he and she were getting married. I was laying on the bathroom floor disgustingly covering my face with the bathroom carpet, because no matter how gross that rug was, it did not compare to how gross I felt at that moment. That was the moment my young life shattered. My world wasn't my world any more. There was no chance of my mom and dad getting back together and you can't expect any 9 1/2 year old to be okay with that. The one redeeming quality about my soon to be stepdad that my mother had to offer at this time of my despair was, "but he takes you to Chuck-E-Cheese". HE TAKES ME TO FUCKING CHUCK-E-CHEESE. Whoop-dee-doo-da-day! I guess everything is okay in the world because he takes me to a playground of gross sweaty kids playing in a pile of balls and shoving pizza down their throats. The worst part about this is that she knew Chuck-E-Cheese was sacred to me. That was my one escape from the problems in my little girl world. I think the time my mom knew shit was going to hit the fan was when I responded to her mention of the ever so redeeming quality of my future stepdad with, "I SPIT on Chuck-E-Cheese". She proceeded with the marriage despite my effort to make her realize the error of her ways. My sister's and I lives were about to get a LOT different. This was the very beginning of the point in my life where I was forced to grow up too quickly. I am the older sister, I had to take charge of the situation! I was the voice of the little people in my family. Something had to be done and it had to be done quickly.
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