Ooh Chloe

This is going to be a pretty short post, I just have a spiel about a little something I've been wrestling with. The past few days I haven't been able to force myself to stop listening to John Legend's " All of Me ." I went to sleep listening to it and crying last night, and I woke up to it and started crying again. I'm kind of a mess right now. What's new, right? I don't have a love interest that I'm thinking about. I know it's a very romantic song, but it really applies to a friend. I've never had a friend like them. Through this experience I've came up with a new philosophy on friendship: everyone needs at least one friend that is so special that you can devote "love songs" to them, but not be romantically interested. I'm telling you, I love this friend to pieces. Every time we talk I am simply " Overjoyed ." I've never dove in so fast with someone in my life. I am such a guarded person. I have actual

Babysitters: a group of individual who are, in my opinion, under-appreciated and misunderstood. As a babysitter from a long line of babysitters, I might be slightly biased. At any rate, I have some strong feelings about babysitting. I've been a baby sitter for nearly six years. I've been a caretaker, tutor, and Thursday night "Sunday School" teacher to all kinds of kids. I've watched hyper, ornery, calm, sweet, special needs, and every other kind of kid in between. I'd be lying if I told you that I enjoyed each child equally, but I have loved them all. Most people don't consider the love that goes in to babysitting and all we put up with for kids that aren't even ours. (I know that we are paid to compensate for our work, but no amount of money will give me back my time, energy, or sanity!) I babysit all day, five days a week. Those days are spent feeding, cleaning, entertaining, and sometimes disciplining four different kids - from five months to eig

This post is for anyone who is friends with a writer and also my friends who are taking a crash course in being friends with one. 1) First and foremost, We're Raw .  Don't mistake this for emotional. You may perceive this as being emotional, but this is our norm. I mean no one really likes a watered down writer. The best writers, both in literature and music, tell things the way they are. They don't sugar coat anything.  "The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink." - T.S. Elliot Sometimes I resent this rawness. It's actually really stressful to feel everything so deeply. We have a need to convey our thoughts in a way that captures how we feel in the most powerful and condensed way possible in hopes of gaining some understanding. "All you have to do is write one true sentence. Write the truest sentence you know."          - Ernest Hemingway  Being raw is kind of our life's mission. A life lived without openness and hone

      If you have read some of my posts from the past,  you know that my life has been turned upside down because of my health. Waking up sick and never getting better isn't something that most people plan for. I sure didn't! I had heard of chronic pain and some autoimmune diseases, but never thought that I would be a victim. Looking back, I can see little red flags that could have warned me that I wasn't as healthy as I thought. Now that I am on the other side of things, I want you all to try and understand a little bit about life with chronic pain. I know I can't speak for everyone and that different people handle pain different. I hope that this post will apply to most people with chronic pain and maybe help them feel not so alone, and that those of you who are healthy will come to a place of better understanding for those of us who live out our lives with some degree of pain every day. 1. It’s stressful: Chronic pain is one of the most stressful things

Before I get started, go ahead and click the link to listen to " Little Wonders " by Rob Thomas. This is my song for the week. I just can't stop listening (and crying) to it. Monday the 9th, my crew and I had our last Bible Study together. That was both one of the best and one of the worst days of my life. I didn't expect to take it this hard. I was happy about starting it, but I did not think I would get so attached. I didn't plan on crying my eyes out like I am right now. I didn't plan on loving everyone so much. About the only thing that went according to my plan is that we had Bible Study and we ate PB&J sandwiches. I'm not complaining, though. As usual, things went better than I planned. This group of people will always be one of my favorite little wonders in my life. I wish that I could say that I have another study in the works, but I can't. I don't have one planned because there won't be one. A few of us (me included) are moving

May 8, 1940. That date probably doesn't mean anything to you, but it means everything to me. That was the day sweet, Eric Hilliard Nelson made his big arrival in this world. Some may even say that he didn't stand much of a chance in making a mark on the world. He was skinny, sickly, weak, and suffered terrible asthma as a child. At some point, he overcame these problems and did make his mark on the world. A few of his achievements include: the only person to have a #1 TV show, song, and movie in the same week (" Poor Little Fool ," The Adventures of Ozzie and Harriet , and Rio Bravo ), the second generation member of the only family to have three generations of #1 hit songs, the first #1 hit on the Billboard Chart ("Poor Little Fool"), the only person to have records to chart in four different decades, and definitely the person who smuggled Rock 'n' Roll (gasp!) into American homes. It's said that the kids liked Elvis, but the parents didn'