In my YouTube video with my boyfriend we take turns hitting each other in the face with plates filled with whipped cream. The challenge is to see how much we really know of each other. We take turns asking each other questions, and when someone gets it wrong, boom! Whipped cream in the face. Click to see who wins this challenge! Enjoy and subscribe!
Love. That’s probably the number one thing about life. It’s the number one purpose, the number one reason, the number one everything. Not love as just in two people (although yes, it does count) but love for anything at all. Love for an item, love for a person, love for a place, or love for your life. And because of love, it drives us to do something that we’re passionate about. Whatever your drive is, your goal, destination, the number one life lesson is to never give up.
I’m young, but I still am able to preach this. I’ve lived enough now to know myself, to know others, and to (partially) know the world. Never let small minds say your dreams are too big. Never let someone tell you who or what to love. Just be yourself.
In life, you only get one body, one soul. And that’s you. Always protect yourself. Take care of yourself. Love yourself. Never be fake and do what you love to do no matter what anyone else says. Trust your heart, take chances, but also be wise and careful.
Dream so big that it scares you and don’t be afraid to fall flat on your face. If you believe in yourself, you’ll never give up, and the world will never give up on you, either. In one sentence? The number one lesson in life is to be yourself, to be a nice human, to not let others ever bring you down, and to love.
That’s what I’ve learned thus far about this crazy world.
Today’s blog topic is: beauty! We all love animals and to help out any way we can. So, how about starting with using vegan beauty products? Along with lines of bath salts, perfumes, and make-up, there’s also vegan products that you can use on your face! Let’s take a look at my absolute fave, a cheap, simple option for beautiful, clearer skin.
Brand: Montagne Jeunesse
Price: Between one to two dollars each.
Most Convenient Place To Buy: Walmart
The kinds that I am holding up in this picture are:
Raspberry Fruit Smoothie (non-drying), Orange Hot Chocolate (self-heating), Creamy Coconut (cream + non-drying), and my personal fave, Chocolate (mud).
Check out these products at a store near you or online! They’re amazing vegan products! Follow my blog if you’d like to see more vegan beauty product reviews!
Once again, it’s that big question. We get asked when we’re little and we get asked until we’re adults. Then it’s that decision. So, what do you want to do when you grow up? Be a teacher? Musician? Nurse? Scientist? Whatever it may be, you have time to become anything you want until the day you die. It doesn’t matter if you say “I want to be _____ when I grow up” at age six or thirty-six. There’s always time. No matter what anyone tries to tell you.
As a young person still myself, I sometimes get stressed thinking about the future. What if I can’t obtain my goals? What if I get distracted? What if I change my mind? What college/university program do I apply to? It can all be very stressful.
Sometimes I feel like I have no clue what I’m doing with my life when people (mostly family) asks: “What are you going to do as a career?” And I answer, “Um, I don’t know.” BUT I DO KNOW. Author. That’s all it’s ever been and that’s all it ever will be.
(Of course, I’m not going to become successful right away so I’ll need a career to start off with. And that’s where the “I don’t know”s come in to place.)
But ever since I was a baby I’d stack books up so high, knock them all down and stack them up again. I’d flip through them even though I couldn’t read. I was fascinated by books. And even back then, family would always say: “When she grows up she’s going to be a teacher, librarian, or an author.” Right they were!
Like previously said, I’m still young. I have over fifty years to accomplish this goal. I don’t care if I get published next week or in twenty years. (That’s a lie, sooner than later, please.) As long as I become this one day, I will be able to die in peace. Seriously. This is what I wanted since I was a toddler and I never gave it a second thought.
Writing novels since a kid, my first one that I self-published was when I was only eleven. Thus far I’ve self-published two. Yes, I am happy and feel somewhat accomplished by this. And I enjoy writing this blog daily. But being professionally published is the dream.
Being an author as a full-time career would feel like heaven on earth. Waking up in the morning and getting coffee and writing for hours and hours a day just seems so sublime . . .
I’ll stop rambling on now—but the point of this blog is, time is precious. Make the most out of it. Dream big and high and be fully prepared to reach the dreams. If you chase your dreams for five years and give up just because it seems like you’ll never get there, then you will never get there. You need to always chase them no matter how tough it gets. Because you’re worth it. You deserve it. And you will do it.
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Everyone has their little phobias and pet peeves and things they just cannot stand. Here are nine of mine. Originally, I was going to use pictures to go into further detail but I thought I’d be nice and spare everyone (mostly myself) the gruesomeness of having to see these things. What are some of yours?
There’s an actual thing called needle phobia. The scientific name for it is “trypanophobia”. Yes, it is a real thing. There’s a whole bunch of facts and statistics. Including, a large percentage of people with this would rather die than get a shot and also some people just have a fear with medical needles. I feel a lot more comfortable having a needle pierce through my nose (which I got done last year) than get a flu shot in my arm. Seriously, it’s bad. Those of you who have this know what I’m talking about.
NO, PLEASE, NOOO!!! Centipedes are ugly. And creepy. And weird. Ugh. No. Maybe my fear sprouted from waking up in the middle of the night when I was a kid and having a centipede casually walking right beside me. Yeah, I think I was scarred . . . I can’t even look at a picture of one without cringing and feeling things crawling all over me.
When my mom was pregnant with my brother, she couldn’t stand seafood. He hates seafood. When my mom was pregnant with me, she couldn’t stand raw meat. And I absolutely despise it. I cannot cook meat because of this and probably never will. My husband will have to do it. Even looking at it makes me want to throw up. And as for steak? It has to be brown, well done, fully cooked. Any pink/red at all and I’ll gag.
But, doesn’t everyone hate rude people? Wait, what about rude people? Do rude people hate rude people? How does that even work? The questions that keep me awake at night . . .
This one is pretty odd, but, I actually can’t stand sports. If I go to a hockey, baseball, or basketball game, I’m only there for that buzz of excitement in the air and the food. Mostly the food. I find them boring and I actually have a fear of soccer. I don’t know if it came from a bad experience or what, but I’ve always been scared of soccer and always will. *Shudders*.
If it’s music I like, then no biggy. But if it’s music I hate, or any other loud noise, I immediately get a migraine and can’t focus and in certain situations depending on what it is and how loud it is, I can get really bitchy. So please don’t blow a horn in my ear at any given time or I may or may not attack you for it.
Blech. So annoying and corny. Yes, I do realize there’s some romance in Mackenzie High. But it’s not that kind of romance. Come on, people, do you really think Taylor and Lonny stare into each other’s eyes and say “I’d be lost without you?” Nu-uh.
I have to hold my breath when I walk past someone smoking. The smell is gross, the action is gross, just everything.
Which is odd because winter is my favorite season. (Because of Christmas, boots, cuddling next to the fireplace, hot cocoa, etc). And I LOVE my winter coat. But when I’m outside and it’s in the minuses, then no way. I’m outta there.