Vlogs Start Either This Summer, or Next School Year. Sorry for the Inconvenience!

                                     Hey, blogettes! It's me and I just wanted you to know that my vlogs will start either this summer, or next school year, and I would like to apologize for any inconveniences this may have caused. I know some of you are super psyched about the things that I post on the blog, and are probably disappointed as you are reading this post. I have a good reason why I am not doing a vlog. I have just gotten over a four day migraine and I don't look like the sharpest pitchfork in the barn just yet, migraines kind of make my thinking go all weird so this post may sound a little weird as you are reading it, and that is also another reason why I am not doing a vlog. If I can't do a blog post that will make sense, it is more likely than not that I will end up making a fool of myself in front of my webcam filming a vlog for you.
                                     Another reason is I injured a hamstring near my right knee during my run on Friday, and I am supposed to keep that elevated, and they said to ice it every now and then, but I am putting constant ice treatments on it so that it will get better faster because being injured just drives me insane. I do have both feet on the two pillows that I am using to keep it elevated, so the difference in elevation isn't that bad, I guess you could say. The good news is, the hamstring did not tear which means I won't need surgery, it was just stretched way past it's limits. The other good news is I am not on crutches, as I opted to tough this one out, after all it was my fault that I didn't stretch before hand. I didn't think I needed to, but obviously I was wrong, and I am stuck paying for that idiotic move now.
                                      Ladies who run, take my advice now, and stretch before you run so that you don't pull/extend a hamstring past it's limits like I did because it is really painful. Believe me. It was even more painful than the four day migraine that I just got over and compared to a time bomb just ticking away the seconds before it exploded. I lost at least a total of 5 hours of sleep because of it. Having chronic migraines stink because they are really painful, most of them are unpredictable, and how long that they will last for remains unknown. Plus even though there is medicine out there to help these kind of things, the medicine doesn't do anything to keep them from happening, they just lessen the pain, and my medicine for these chronic migraines I take before bed because a side effect is sleepiness, and I don't want to fall asleep during the day.
                                         Besides, I really don't have anything to talk about during the vlog as of right now, and it would be a pretty boring with just a bunch of dead air and me staring at the screen trying to figure out what to say. I guess for the first couple of shows it wouldn't hurt for me to use a cheat sheet so that I can stay on task and not bore you to death on one topic for the whole entire show. I want the vlogs to be lively and fun for you ladies, and I am all about making this blog more interactive for you as well, because it is what you deserve after you have stuck with me through all of this. The drama, the pain, me wanting to quit because of cyber bullying, but you girls believed in me, you ladies encouraged me not to give up just because someone out there was being a jerk.
                                          I thank you for not letting me give up on the blog because it is now becoming something that I enjoy doing. I feel like I am giving back to those who have given to me. Oh, that reminds me, I would like to dedicate this post to Moore, Oklahoma, which is five miles away from where my cousins live, especially the 24 people who died when the tornado hit their town, some people died shielding others from the storm. The youngest victim was only 4 months old, and 9 children died at the school because the school really had no safe rooms. I say that our school is pretty lucky to have places where we can go besides underneath the desks in the classroom, if a tornado were to hit.
                                        A guy in our church is also battling stage four lung cancer in both lungs really hard. We all know that he is dying, and he has even admitted to it himself, but he told us in church yesterday not to cry when he was gone because he would be up in heaven cured of this cancer, and watching over us. I cried because that man was the baby sitter who used to baby sit me's husband, and I knew him ever since I was two. I saw him when he was healthy. I saw two previous cancers be removed from his body, and I know that it is probably too late for a miracle to happen now, but I am still praying for one, because with God I believe that anything is possible and that it is never too late.
                                        His cancer is really hitting me hard, and watching him slowly die every day is killing me inside. I guess it is hitting me hard because I have memories of all the fun times I had with him when he was healthy, and when I was little. I remember that he used to throw me up in the air and then catch me, and Linda would recall me laughing so hard that the milk that we had for a snack went out my nose. I also remember rolling around on the floor with him, and him helping me haul the Big Wheel which is a tricycle type thing with a large wheel, pedals, and handles in front, with a narrow space in the middle and a seat with what I used to call tiny wheels in the back. Linda said that I was amused by that, as well.
                                         I'll really miss him because I have plenty of fond memories of him, and he is a big part of our church. If I could trade his lungs for my lungs, I gladly would. Sure mine aren't the best pair of lungs out there but they are cancer free, and that would keep him around here longer. He has a son in the military is actually has a Sargent title in the Marines. He is off training on a base somewhere in the United States, and was denied leave to come and see his dad, so the Red Cross had to get involved, and they got him leave in the middle of June to come home and see his dad, if his dad will make it that long. He had all he could do to make it from the back of the church to the pew where his wife and him sit for church.
                                        There were two benefits to raise money for the family to use for whatever they needed. The first one was in 2008 when he first got diagnosed with it, and that was when 'Team Wallace' was born. We only printed t-shirts to be sold for the first benefit which my dad, and the neighbors organized. There was a silent auction, supper, raffle, games, oh, and did I mention that the parking lot was packed full of people having a good time and supporting a good cause. It was amazing to see the community come together and rally around Mike and Linda. The second one was just last month actually. There was lunch/supper because it started at noon, and went until five, minute to win it games, a kids build and create zone, silent auction, raffle, and a bake sale. The also sold t-shirts, and bracelets with the 'Team Wallace' theme like we had at the last benefit.
                                          Mike didn't want to have another benefit for him because there was another church member who was battling cancer. Her name is Terri, and she is battling Stage Three Liver Cancer, but the tumor is shrinking and she is expected to survive. Mike said in an interview with our local paper that he didn't want to be taking what others may have needed to have, but Cody encouraged Mike to let them go ahead with that extra benefit for him because he was sure that we would be taking care of Terri in some way. I'm kind of glad that we had that extra benefit because it was said in church one day that insurance won't cover the oxygen that Mike is on, because Mike is considered to be 'too healthy'.  A dying man battling stage four lung cancer considered to be too healthy, what is wrong with insurance these days. Mike is not healthy, he is healthier than some people yes, but he is not healthy. He needs that oxygen to breathe, and he can't get it if there is not any money to fund it with.

Summer

                                      Hey, blogettes! I will try to work my magic to make sure that I will be able to post on this blog at least twice a month during the summertime, but there is no promises on having frequent posts, but that doesn't mean quit checking out the blog because if I do post something, then you would miss out. That is what you wonderfully epic women deserve. That and a giant boomage for putting up with this freak who can't do anything right. I love you ladies a lot because you have stuck with my blog through all the changes and drama, which I blame on PMS, and just being a lame person with no life at the beginning. I have began on that path of having a life thanks to the Voice program. I am no longer a loser because of the Voice. Being a member has changed a lot in my life, and it has finally changed for the better just a tiny bit.
                                        On the last day of school, I am honestly going to cry, I am crying just writing this post, because sixth grade uncovered a lot. It uncovered a lot more drama, and a lot more freedom. It has uncovered a bullying survivor. I am also crying because someone tried leaving a nasty comment on this blog, but I wasn't going to let it happen. I'm also crying because I haven't figured out the real reason why people always point out and make me feel bad about my mistakes when other people have made the same one. I don't get what the huge deal is about me making mistakes, but apparently, I have learned that nothing I do is right and nothing I do will ever be right. I'm not going to let that bring down one of the last posts. I'm not.
                                         I've decided that I shall post a video because it's time to show the world who I really am. It's time to show the world what I have been hiding. It's time to show the world that I deserve to have a chance to show what I have to offer, and that I am not who you really think I am. I am not one of those computer geeks. I am nothing like that, in fact when I have a problem with my laptop that I can't press a button for, I am down in the Tech office like I was shot out of a cannon.
                                           I decided to upload one of my bloopers to see how it really works and I will add the real vlog later on if the blooper ordeal works out. Besides the blooper I uploaded is really funny. It is when I recorded a report for school, and my swivel chair swiveled out from underneath me I guess. Let's see if the bloopers work, and I will upload the vlog tomorrow. Okay?

Blue Grease Lightning Took Second in Wiffle Ball Tournament

                                   Hey, blogettes! My amazing team took second in the sixth grade wiffle ball tournament meaning that the seven players that were on our team were some of the finest in the sixth grade. I got to play in only the final game because of a conflict with a Voice event. It was a lot of fun even though I did not do my best and that caused the team to lose. We lost to the Red Jamaican Bombs, who only lost one game. We lost one game but we somehow made it to the finals, where we lost our second.
                                   I am so proud of the team for lasting as long as they did with only five players. Anyways I'll write a longer post later explaining what will happen over the summer because I will be without a laptop.

Guess What?

                                  Hey, blogettes! I bring some good news for you. I had my parents take me off of the enrollment list at that other school because I've realized that in the future Lisbon offers a big thing that other schools don't according to some high school members on The Voice. It offers a closeknit family when you get into high school. You're like a chain, and when one link is loose, there are other links to help it, or the whole chain falls apart. It sounds like there is nobody treating anybody lower than them, or treating them like toilet paper, or a muddy doormat like some people are doing to me right now.
                                  They say that having the name brand clothes, and being the best dressed, doesn't matter, in fact you could come to school in your PJ's and nobody would judge you for it. I am looking forward to some people just accepting me for me. I know it might not happen, but it is worth a try. I mean, I have found out who I am now, and I am not going to change anymore. If people hate me, I say tough luck, I'll be in your hair for five more years. You weren't going to get rid of me that easy because I am not going down without a fight.
                                  There are eight more days left at our school, and I am ready to get out, and get away. I bet people in my class feel the same way about me. I bet they will breathe a sigh of relief on that last day of school. I know one person will for sure, and I can count at least four other people who will most likely be doing it as well. They will be happy that they will be getting away from me, a freak. I ruin their swag, and they have told me that I should just get away from them. Some people want to be seen with me, and I enjoy having those three people always invite me to sit at their table during lunch. Without them, I bet I would be sitting alone, and feeling sorry for myself because I was the only person with no one to sit with which pretty much names you a loser.
                                    I am going to be honest, but these last fifteen days of school have been a whirlwind of emotions for me, with people showing their true colors, and stating what they really think of me, which yeah got a little hurtful at times, to the point where I would just go up and cry in my locker, and just think about my little nephew. He is the only reason that I keep going in my day, because I know that if I give up that he would be out of a really fun auntie. I hope you don't think I was having a big head or anything when I stated that, but if you did, this is a free country, and this is online so you can get away with thinking it.
                                      I would often times lean against my locker and look up on the ceiling. Life is rough, but it is about to get rougher so I have got to buck it up, and be the toughest woman I can be. Other people are, so I don't see why it's so tough for me to do. I have a feeling that these last eight days are going to be the longest eight days of my life with people giving me the wrath that they have been holding in, but hey, it's hot and we are all ready to get out of school, so I guess that that(does two thats in a row make sense for this?) is the excuse for all of this.

I'm Glad I'm Me

                                 Hey, blogettes! I'm here with some more news. I released a new page and it is called The Voice. It has stuff about what my school has done to help end the bullying epidemic that has hit this nation pretty hard. It has even driven some people to the point of taking their life, and sometimes the life of others. If we all work together, I have faith that bullying will end. It did for me thanks for my friends speaking out. It's okay to do things that are outside of your zone. I do them all the time now, but I would have not have been able to do those things without my friends encouraging me. Make sure that you have some tissues handy because no kidding, even though it happened to me, looking back at what all had to happen to make me the girl that I am right now, made me cry a bit as well. I think that it would be very inspiring to any girl out there especially those who have gone through bullying as well.
                                  I have been a bullying survivor for almost a month now, and I think that it is high time that I let my story be heard. Who knows, it might prevent some girl who is a victim of severe bullying at times like I was, from committing suicide because they feel like they are what the people say to them when they look in the mirror. I know I felt that way for a little while this year when the worse part of the bullying hit me right in the face.
                                 However, I knew that suicide was not my answer, and I began to change. I began to rebel against what my mother said for me to wear to school to be free to just be myself, and wear what I felt good in, and not self conscious in. I lost weight which in the end amounted to 67 pounds, and when I had my physical last week, I was told I was a tiny bit underweight, and needed to gain some. I guess I'm back to my meaty diet to make that happen. I told the doctor that I was going out for cross country next year, but she told me that I needed to gain weight so that I could make it through the season without passing out or going through times where I had some lack of energy. I agree, I may have gone a tad bit hog wild with the weight loss thing, but hey, in the end, the bullying stopped so you can't say that it wasn't for nothing. It was for this result which is more a sigh of relief.
                               I'm now in the process where I am revamping my wardrobe so that I can for sure fit in with the crowd. Even though I am not the real me, I am still glad that I am the new me because I like the new me more than I did the old me. That was the only bright light I could find out of the three years of bullying that I had gotten. It made me a stronger, and better person. It made me find that there is something good in everyday, and that it is just waiting for you to go out and find it, so that it can help you do something that will make the day more epic.
                               That's how I guess I got to be so happy and overly peppy. If you saw me in the halls now, you probably would not be able to point and say that I was a victim of bullying, some of which was severe, off the top of your head. As much as I would like to keep it that way, I feel like my story will do something good for someone else, possibly even save their life, but it can't do that if it remains unwritten, untold, and unheard to the public.
                               I will release that page with my story whenever I have time, but right now, I better get to bed so that I can give school my all tomorrow. I didn't realize that it was this late already. Oh well time flies when I am doing something that I love a lot like writing a post for this blog, as that is a huge success for me when it comes to dysgraphia, which is a writing disorder that I have. It makes writing things that will make sense for others, and having ideas that are good enough to run and do something with harder for me to find and write about. Good night, blogettes!

World of Opportunities

                                  Hey, blogettes! It's me, and it is hard to think that it is almost summer! My school only has 14 more days left, and 13 more days if you don't count the day that we will be going on our field trip. There is also sign up forms for next year's Jr. High sports, and this time I will be a legit part of Jr. High. I am really pumped about that because I have a precise label rather than people saying well I don't know what to call you because you aren't necessarily a part of elementary anymore, and yet you are not at the grade levels that are commonly found to make up Jr. High. I signed up for cross country today, and I think I will do great not to have a big head or anything, because I love to run. I won't necessarily say that I am fast, but I am not slow either. I run at a steady pace. I ran my mile in 7 minutes and 45 seconds, just to give you an idea of how fast I run.
                               I am a dieheart runner. When I run, I feel like a whole other person, I feel like there is nothing stopping me, and that I am free just to be myself. When I run, I lose all the drama, and stress that the day has thrown me or is going to throw me when I go for morning runs. As you grow older, I guess you realize that your amount of opportunities grow, and that there are more doors that are open. You just have to choose the right ones to take, and yes, you will take wrong turns that will result in falls, and embarrassment, but that is okay because you are human.
                               For me, I have had to realize that there are people out there in the world, and sometimes even your own classmates that expect you to be perfect, but know what? If everyone was perfect, there would be no such thing as heaven, and the Earth would be boring, and there would be more violence if someone didn't agree on the answer of something. Just remember this, you are perfect just the way you are.
                              Here's the thing. You will never realize all the opportunities out there until you find out who you really are and what opportunities are the ones that will benefit you. You've got to believe in yourself and go with your gut. You have got to be a leader and lead your own life. You can't let your friends decide what you are going to do forever. That won't benefit you at all. You've got to take action and fight for the things that you want. The easy route won't always work, and people won't always be there to cover for you. That means that you shouldn't be afraid to make mistakes, you should try your best at everything, and not shy away. Hiding will get you no where, and I learnt that as well.
                              I'm not telling you how to lead your life or anything, I am just saying that there are plenty of opportunities out there for you, it's just that you truly haven't picked any of them until you find out who you really are, and if those opportunities are the ones that you really want to pick up on. I'll give you an example. I attended the softball meeting and by that afternoon on the same day, it hit me, softball and swim team were not going to be my things because I don't like getting up early in the summertime. It hit me that it was either going to be track, volleyball, or cross country if our school offered it to Jr. High students which it does, and I was going to pick up on cross country.
                              Oddly enough, my sister is doing cross country next year as well.
                              Oh, I am going to end this post with a PSA, please don't forget to wear blue this Friday to stand against bullying, and speak out against it to say that it is not okay and needs to stop. This is something that hits close to home for me because I had a rough three years of it myself.