Why the F*ck do I Swear So Much

Why the F*ck do I Swear So Much

I'll be the first to admit I swear like a sailor. God that metaphor is so overused. How about, I swear like I belong on a Bad Girls Club reunion? Or better yet, I swear like my mother. Now, my mother is never one to hold back. She's been swearing in front me since I can remember. So, whatever. Swears are just words, after all. Yes, people are going to say what a bad parent. How could she do that? Maybe it's because it's what I grew up with, but it doesn't bother me that my mom swore in front of me. It doesn't negate her telling me to say please and thank you, and honesty is the best policy, and treat others the way you want to be treated. To be honest, she taught me the worst word you could say is hate. Now that's a word, if used correctly, I think carries a lot of value. What do I mean by...
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The Biscotti Incident

The Biscotti Incident

I've have been pretty hush hush about my time in Europe. While I was there, I wasn't very inspired to write. Maybe I was still processing the events going on before me. Or, maybe, I just hold the events so close to my heart that I wasn't ready to share them. But, three months later, I'm ready to start talking. The Lead Up Before I set out backpacking through Europe, I spent about a month staying with my aunt and uncle in their home on the outskirts of Boudreaux. There was a question that had been on everyone's mind since I had arrived in Bordeaux. Why wasn't I jumping at the opportunity to get out and see Europe. Instead, I was sitting holed up in my family's house doing the same things I would have been doing at home. To be honest, it came down to fear. Though, I define myself as fairly independent, always insisting on dressing myself since I was two, going...
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Pack the Perfect Amount For Your Island Vacation

Pack the Perfect Amount For Your Island Vacation

In other words, how to pack a normal amount of clothing when going to a low maintenance location. I try to use these tips I'm about to share with you no matter where I'm going. If you're like me, than it's hard not to overpack because you are NOT an outfit repeater. (I would rather wear my blue aloha shirt over my long-sleeved, neon patterned romper and call it "street style" than be caught dead in the same getup as the day, week, month before.) For me, my most recent trip to The Bahamas was a way to put to use each and every rule I had learned in my years of travel. Every time I have returned from a trip only to sigh at all of my unworn clothes was a lesson that would lead to my goal for this trip. I would try to whittle down my obscene amount of clothing to an almost understandable amount for the trip. Without...
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What Was It Like Rowing In College?

What Was It Like Rowing In College?

Here I am. I'm dragging myself up the stairwell to my room on the third floor of my dorm. All of the get-to-know-you games I played in my classes today burnt me out. A poster catches my attention as I rounded my way out of the stairwell. It doesn't really jump off the wall, but it catches my attention. It said "ROWING" in big, block letters at the top. My cousin had rowed in college and always raved about it. It  intrigued me. I stared at the poster for an uncomfortably long time, reading each word on the page. That evening, I decided to email the coach and note my interest. I sat through an information meeting two days later with the head coach, assistant coach, and four of the team members. They hooked me. The videos of the past teams rowing made my heart race. As a novice rower, I did not expect to need much commitment. A couple of practices a...
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