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For months now everyone wants to know everything that happened on the worst day of my life. It's the last thing I want to talk about, but no one seems to respect that. Now that I've given my testimony in court and it's now in the hands of the jury who is locked up in a hotel somewhere. I'm going to tell everyone what happened here in this blog post. Then as soon as this post is published, I'm never going to talk about it ever again. No matter how much money I'm offered. After this I'm going back to making blog posts and videos about fashion, shopping, makeup, and travel. Just like I always have. Without any more introduction here is my story of the day that everyone is obsessed with. The never-ending rain had kept me locked inside for two weeks. It wasn't hard to stay inside after all I worked from home and anything I needed I had delivered. I didn't get lonely easily after all I had the company of my five hundred thousand followers and my two dogs and two cats. The incident that you all want to know about happened on one of those rainy days. It had started out normal but the one thing that was different was an intense feeling of loneliness. When these feelings would come up every now and then I would normally deal with them by talking to my friends, calling my dad, or evening sending messages to my followers to make their day. However, that day the feelings felt more intense than normal. I needed to see someone in person. I didn't want to make anyone drive in the rain, so I sent a text to two of my neighbors. My neighbor Trish responded right away she said that she would love to hang out, but she had a dentist appointment that she had been putting off for too long. I texted Dave as well. He didn't respond right away so I started working on a video. I was doing a video about redecorating my office. I had asked my followers for ideas on how to redecorate my and one of them suggested I decorate my whole office in my favorite color. I liked the idea it was simple but cute. For the past five weeks I had been making my basic office into a green wonderland. I had the walls painted with light and dark green stripes, I had green carpet put in, I got green light bulbs for every light in there and many more green items that would take me forever to list. I was taking some pictures of me standing in my green room underneath a bright green light bulb when Dave got back to me. Now, all of you probably know everything there is to know about Dave by now, especially with the around the clock news coverage but let me tell you what I knew about him or at least thought I knew about him before that day. He was always friendly and outgoing he was the kind of neighbor that would always stop to chat. He hosted a few neighborhood parties as well. I considered him to be a good friend of mine. He was a personal trainer, but it was common knowledge that he didn't need to work. He came from a wealthy family and could do whatever him wanted. He had a passion for fitness, and he wanted to be a fitness influencer. He would express his frustration with growing his social media following but being in that line of work myself, I did not see anything unusual about his rants. When he texted me back telling me to come over I was thrilled that my loneliness was about to be gone. I finished up taking the pictures in my green room and walked right over to his house without any hesitation. He answered the door with his normal friendly smile and welcomed me in. He asked me if I wanted coffee. I said that the answer to coffee is always yes. We sat at his kitchen table just talking about life and the rain. I've hung out with him before, and his behavior was no different than it had always been. After about an hour of talking I had to use the bathroom. On my way out of the bathroom I decided to use some Chapstick that I had in my pocket. I accidentally dropped the cap to the Chapstick tube, and it landed at the bottom of a door across from the bathroom. When I went to pick up the lid my long green fingernails went under the door just slightly and I head a gasp coming from the other side of the door. Without thinking about it I just opened the door. As soon as I opened the door my eyes locked on to a woman sitting on the bed handcuffed with her legs taped together. That is a picture I will never be able to erase from my mind. It's like it has been tattooed there. She was wearing black leggings and a white sweater. Her light brown hair was in her face, and she had mascara smeared all around her eyes. I looked at her in shock and she just looked at me with helpless eyes. I was frozen in fear then I slowly closed the door and my heart started pounding. I slowly walked back down to the kitchen. I decided to text my friend Hope because she was known for responding to texts right away. I told her not to ask questions, but I needed her to send the police to this address. Then I followed that text up with one that said it's a kidnapping I don't know if there are any weapons here. When I entered the kitchen, I kept staring at my phone. This was not unusual for me, so Dave did not say anything other than asking me if I wanted some cake that he had in the fridge. I said yes. It was then when Hope texted me back with a simple ok. I sat there with Dave eating cake and doing my best not to look freaked out. It felt like a year, but it was only a few minutes when text message popped up on my phone that simply read “Done.” I quickly responded with thanks. I kept Dave talking about random topics while I waited before I knew it there was a knock at the door. I made sure I got to the door before he did and as soon as I saw the officer, I ran out the door and yelled she was upstairs. Dave tried to run towards the stairs, but the officer grabbed him before he could make it. I had kept my cool for so long but now I was a mess another officer asked me exactly where the room was. I gave her directions, and she went up the stairs with another officer behind her. I stood outside the door refusing to look at Dave. Everything had happened so fast. I didn’t hear Dave say anything. I kept hoping that I would not hear him say anything. I got my wish and Dave stayed quiet. A while later the officers came down with the woman. She did not say anything to me at first, she just hugged me. Later, I would learn as all of you have. That the woman was a fitness influencer named Paula that Dave had wanted to do a collaboration with, but she had turned him down. It all seems so unreal even to this day. Dave wasn't used to getting rejected but I never imagined that it would cause him to do the unthinkable. There you have it my side of the story. This post has been anything but normal but I will sign off like normal.
New school, new bull
Candy slowly walked down the hallway of her new school's main building. She mostly looked at the floor as she made her way to what would be her classroom for fifth grade. She was filled with a mix emotion. All the emotions that she was feeling at the time were of a negative nature. Anger, anxiety, fear, and sadness all filled up her head and her heart. Normally when returning to school, Candy was sad to see summer end but was happy to be back with her friends and to play on the playground at Pine Lane Elementary. However, this year she was not at Pine Lane. She was in a completely new school with new people and new playground. The area where Candy lives had become more and more populated in recent years. The local schools could no longer accommodate all the children who now lived in the district. It was decided that new schools and new districts would be built so that children in the city could be accommodated. Candy's new school was called Flower Garden Elementary, and it was not where she wanted to be. Candy lives a short walk from the new school however her two best friends Daisy and Mindy still live in Pine Lane's district. Originally Candy was told that she would get to complete her last year of elementary school at Pine Lane. However, the construction of flower garden elementary had been completed sooner than expected. All summer the school districts debated to decide if the fifth-grade students should be moved to Flower Garden now or wait until middle school to change districts. Candy had been at Pine Lane since kindergarten, and she wanted more than anything to graduate from there. During the summer Candy didn't think about the ongoing debates that much. She was too busy enjoying her summer. She had a fun summer full of adventure, so it was easy not to think about school. She had gone to Disneyland, spent a week at summer camp, visited her uncle and spent a lot of time hanging out with Daisy and Mindy. However even all that fun couldn't keep her mind off school once the news was broke to her two weeks before school started. Apparently, adults were a lot slower at making decisions then Candy had thought they would be. She had assumed that the silence meant she'd be returning to Pine Lane for her last year of elementary school. Candy had spent the last two weeks of summer vacation alternating between crying and being angry. She told her parents that she was going to sneak on the bus to Pine Lane instead of walking to Flower Garden. Candy was not usually known as a troublemaker. However, she had not been herself for the past two week so her mom thought it would be best if she drove her to the new school and made sure that Candy went inside. When Candy reached her new classroom, she found the desk with her name on it. she immediately sat down and put her head down on her desk so that she would not have to look at anyone. About five minutes later the bell rang and the teacher introduced himself to the class. Mr. Morgan was her new teacher. Candy only picked her head up off the desk to look straight forward because she was afraid if she didn’t, she would draw attention to herself. After Mr. Morgan introduced himself, he wanted the class to do the same. He had sent an email out to all the parents and students asking everyone to bring three pictures from their summer to share with the class. He began calling on the students by where they were sitting. Candy reached for the purple folder in her backpack. She knew she would be the third student to share her pictures and she just wanted to get it over with. Her first picture was of her family in front of the castle at Disneyland, her second picture was of her and her sister holding up some of the art projects that they had made at summer camp and her third picture was of a Bull that she had seen when she was on a walk by her uncle’s house. She had really liked the bull. She had named him popcorn after her favorite food. The next student to share her pictures was a girl named Lara. Her first picture was of a bull named Jelly. He lived at the farm animal rescue where her father worked. She talked all about him and how friendly he was. Suddenly candy’s negative emotions seemed to disappear. She wished that she could met Jelly and take a picture of him too. As soon as Lara sat back down at her desk she made eye contact with Candy and they both smiled. Lara quickly drew something on a sticky note and passed it to Candy it was a picture of a bull. Candy Smiled her biggest smile at Lara. She could tell that this was the beginning of a great friendship.
The Blessing of getting old
I am thirty years old. In the past few years, I have become more self-conscious about my age. I have always considered myself to be young but that has begun to change. More and more I notice that I am not the young person that I have always considered myself to be. There are people that I use to babysit that are now adults themselves, I know of people who were adults while I was a child who have passed away and I have a few gray hairs myself. When I think about getting older the first feelings that I have are negative. I have feelings of being irrelevant or being out of the loop. It's almost like youth is an exclusive club and once you’re out, you can’t go back. If you look around, you will see that it is normal to want to fight against old age. I am not talking about being healthy and taking good care of your body. I’m talking about spending your hard-earned money on skin treatments, hair dyes and other beauty products and doing so with the only purpose of hiding any physical signs of ageing. Before I go any further, I would like to say that there is nothing wrong with getting skin treatments or dying your hair. The problem is when these products are advertised one of their big selling points is that they will make you look younger. These advertisements give the impression is that getting older is a bad thing and that it needs to be hidden. Maybe the beauty industry needs to be remined that it is normal for our bodies to change as we get older. If you like using these products because you like how they make you look. Go for it. However, it is important that we stop trying to change our looks just to please others. I do not remember where I read it, but I do remember very clearly reading that getting old is a privilege that not everyone gets. This made me look at getting older in a whole new light. Getting older is a good thing. Being old means you have survived the many hazards that we face every day. During my four years of high school five students passed away. Even though I was not close to any of them I could still feel the pain around me. Those young people never got the chance to be adults. They never got the chance to feel old. They did not get to experience the milestones and everyday occurrences that we take for granted. It seems like every day we hear about a life ending too soon. While getting old is not something we look forward to it is a great thing to accomplish. Getting to an old age is a great accomplishment. However, that accomplishment is often overlooked. I am not going to pretend that old age is good in every way. Many old people struggle with age related health conditions. On the other hand, being old means that you have more than likely gained wisdom through your experiences. You will have to ability to share what you have learned with others, even if they do not always listen. It is not always easy, but I am trying my best to look at getting older as a good thing. When I start to feel bad about my age, I remind myself of all that I have learned and accomplished. When I was younger, I did not have the confidence or determination that I have now. There are some things that just come with age.
I adopted a sixteen-year-old cat
This story starts in February of 2014. I was sitting at the computer in the living room. I do not know why I was looking at the adoptable cats on a local animal shelters website. I already had one cat at the time, and we did not have any plans to get another. When I saw a sixteen-year-old black cat named Blanca listed on the webpage for adoption, I felt sorry for her. I knew her age and fur color lowered her chances for getting adopted. It is common knowledge that kittens get adopted quicker than adult cats. Back in 2008 I had gotten my other cat Sherri from the same shelter. She was only two years old at the time, but she had already been at the shelter for three months. Even for the young adult cats adoption can take a while. I knew it would be hard for a sixteen-year-old cat to find a home when it took three months for a two-year-old cat to do so. Also, when it comes to cats there a people who believe that black cats are bad luck. This makes it much harder for black cats to get adopted compared to cats with other fur colors. I somehow was able to convince my parents that we should adopt her. The next day my mom and I went to the animal shelter and asked to see her. She was very friendly and could walk around and jump without any problem. We found out that she had been brought to the shelter to be euthanized but the vets could not find any medical reason to put her down. She was an old cat, but she was a healthy cat. We brought her home and set her up with everything she needed in my room. I must be honest I did not think that Blanca would be around for long. Especially since according to my friend Google cats live an average of fourteen years. Since Blanca was already two years past that I figured she would be with us for a few months or hopefully even a year. It turns out that Blanca did not agree with Google’s answer and that she had other plans. After getting to know Blanca some more I learned that she was a small cat with a big personality. She loved attention when she wanted me to pet her, she would lay down right on my chest and do her absolute best to get between me and my phone. She also had a very loud meow and she knew how to use it. When she wanted something, she made sure that you knew it. I have never had another cat that was as loud as she was. Two words that describe her best are sweet and sassy. After having her for a few years I adopted a kitten who I named Cooper that had be found in a trash can. She made sure to let him know who was boss. Cooper loved to cuddle so they had their cute moments. Unfortunately, Blanca and Sherri never become friends, but they did tolerate each other. My adventure with the sweet and sassy Blanca lasted almost six years! I miss being able to say that I have a cat that is only eight years younger than I am. I absolutely adored her she was friendly and not shy at all. She wanted every visitor to pet her. It was so hard to see her go but I was so blessed to have her for as long as I did. Adopting a senior pet was one of the best choices I have ever made. If you are looking to adopt a new pet, I would suggest that you consider sharing your home with a senior pet because they still have a lot of love to give.
Three dog names that should be retired
Three dog names that should be retired Hello, fellow friends of dogs. (I am assuming that you like dogs if you are reading this article.) I have known many dogs over the years. I had one when I was growing up, I have a habit of making friends with as many dogs as I can, and I worked at a pet supply store for over a year. It goes without saying that I have heard a wide variety of dog names over the years. Some of those names were pretty awesome in my opinion others not so much. Here is a list of three common dog names that need to go extinct in my opinion. I have one more thing to say before I get to the list. This article is based only on my own opinions I do not have any intention of making anyone feel bad for giving their dog one of these names. I wrote this article for fun and entertainment so let us get to it.
Unique items to add to your stress relief kit.
This world is full of unavoidable stress and sooner or later we come to the realization that we must arm ourselves against it. When it comes to buying things to protect yourself against the stress that life brings, there are certain items that probably come to mind right away. These items may include exercise equipment, skin care products, a journal, or a notebook and of course a stress ball. Those items are all great ideas but let us dig a little deeper and discover some other items that may not come to mind right away. I have made a list of five lesser-known stress reliving items below. I hope you find these ideas to be helpful on your stress reduction journey.
I've got good news
What I am about to say will not come as a shock. Bad things happen every day in this world. All you must do is look at the news and you will hear about acts of violence, horrific accidents, scandals, and controversies. Now, what I am about to say next may surprise you a little. Good things happen every day in this world. You may have to look around a little bit before you hear about them but trust me, they do happen. If you wish to do so you can read stories about people helping others, feel-good stories about adorable animals, breath taking works of art, people celebrating their great accomplishments and other everyday stories that will have you smiling. There is one thing I often wonder about when it comes to the news. Why are the negative topics highlighted while the positive topics are hidden? Why is it that to read a negative or tragic story all you need to do is look at the front page but to read a positive story you have search for it? I wonder if we put the positive stories on the front page, would our would moods improve? It is so easy to have a negative view of the world when we are constantly reading and viewing depressing and discouraging content. Sometimes positive content will make an appearance on the news, but it is almost never the lead story. Now, this is going to be even harder to believe but I have discovered that this world is a pretty great place. Yes, bad things happen all the time and I am not denying that. However, there is so much good in this world that goes overlooked. It is hard to see this world in a positive light when all the uplifting stories are buried underneath the tragic ones. Often, I see the negative tone of the news have an impact on the mood of those around me. It is easy to feel angry or hopeless after watching the news highlight everything that is wrong with the world. I have seen people vent their negative feelings about what they saw on the news online and in person. At my retail job I have had customers that I have never seen before venting their political opinions to me and my coworkers. It is an awkward position to be in. I much rather people tell me about the great things that are happening in their lives or the lives of others. I do not know why we continue to watch the news on a regular basis when it has a clear negative impact on our overall wellbeing. I do agree that is important to stay informed with what is going on in the world but there needs to be a balance with the stories that are being put on the front pages. The lead story on the news should be an encouraging one at least every other day. I think that this would benefit people more than even I can imagen. I also know this is not something that can change overnight. This will take a lot of time and effort. I think that the best place to start is to bring the positive stories into the spotlight the best we can. When you see a positive story on social media consider sharing it. Tell others about the positive things in your life and ask them for the good things that are happening in theirs. Now, I want to make something clear there are negative things happening in this world that we cannot afford to turn a blind eye to. There are many serious problems that we need to be aware of and that we need to change. However, we cannot forget to shine a light on the positive stories that are happening. I bet we would start noticing positive changes in ourselves and others if we gave the positive stories and the negative stories the amount of publicity.
Baths are magical.
I have always been a shower person; they are a much quicker option than baths and when life gets busy you tend to look for the quickest ways to accomplish your daily tasks. During my twenties I realized the great importance of having a work life balance and finding ways to take time for yourself. Recently I have been focusing on finding more ways to reduce my stress level. I have found that taking baths is an amazingly simple way to reduce my daily stress. I know that baths have been thought of as an overrated form of selfcare. However, speaking from personal experience, I can tell you that baths can help to decrease stress and give you a break from your normal everyday routine. Taking a bath may seem like it would not provide the stress relief that you need. However, I can say that from my own experience It gives me an extremely peaceful feeling to relax in the warm bath water. I have taken a bath when I was in a bad mood and when I was done with my bath my mood had improved greatly. When I take a bath, it feels like the world pauses for a moment. Bath time is a great time to stop, think and reflect without having any distractions. I have become a fan of bath bombs I use them in most every bath I take. Bath bombs come in all kinds of colors and scents some even make bubbles or have prizes inside. My favorite bath bombs are the ones that have the prizes in them. It is fun seeing which prize you end up with. I also like using Epsom salts in my baths they are great for relaxing your muscles. Bath bombs and Epsom salts are both inexpensive. I have gotten them both from the Dollar Tree before. You may also what to try using candles or an essential oil diffuser to make bath time more relaxing. One other thing that I enjoy about baths is that you can customize your bath so that it is exactly what you want to be. Some other ideas to make your bath your own is to play music, use tub crayons, or even add some bath toys. I must admit that I have a duck toy in my bathtub and of course bubble bath is a classic way to make bath time more fun. You can make the space your own by getting a new shower curtain in your favorite color or a fun pattern that you enjoy looking at. Bath pillows are a great item to add to your bathtub to make it a little more comfortable for relaxing. Baths can become part of your daily hygiene routine. You can easily combine your shower with a bath. That way you can accomplish two things at once. It is quite easy to get caught up in all your daily obligations. We often forget to take care of ourselves when our plates are full of other tasks that we see as more important than selfcare. We need to remember that not only is it all right to put our health first it is also an especially important thing to spend some of your time on. A bath is an easy thing to add to your routine at the beginning of your day to relax your mind and get you ready for the day ahead or you can have a bath at the end the day to wind down and help you to relax before bed. Now that I have started taking baths for stress relief and relaxation, I do not think I am going to stop. Finding stress relief can be much simpler than you may think. You do not need to spend a lot of time or money to find that much needed break from the everyday stress that we all experience. There are simple and inexpensive ways to add some much-needed stress relief into your day and taking a bath is a perfect way to do that.
How an advertisement changed my life
I will never forget the day that my mom told me about an advertisement she had seen online. I remember that we were in the driveway at nighttime. As my mom parked the car, she mentioned that she saw an online advertisement for an OCD study. Throughout my whole life I had always struggled with obsessive compulsive disorder commonly known as OCD for as long as I could remember. OCD greatly impacted almost every aspect of my life. Every day OCD controlled what I wore, what songs I could listen too and how I interacted with others. Even though I was on a medication and that helped to improve my overall mood and made it easier to function in everyday life. OCD still had still had a lot of control over my life and I struggled with it every day. After looking into the advertisement that my mom had told me about, I learned that it was for an OCD study located at the Rodriguez Lab at Stanford. I decided to contact them, and it was not long before I found myself being screened for the different studies that were currently taking place. After a few visits it was decided that I would be participating in a study focusing on Transcranial magnetic stimulation also known as TMS. TMS is a treatment that has been used for depression where a magnetic pulse is delivered to a certain part of the brain. This study was to see if TMS would have a positive impact on OCD patients in a short amount of time. The treatment would be done over a five-day period. I would arrive in the morning and receive TMS treatment at different times during the day. Before I could begin my treatment, I would need to get an MRI.I was a little nervous, but the MRI was not bad at all I was relaxed and felt liked I could fall asleep. I was excited and ready to begin treatment, however I was nervous because I would have to stay closer to the lab. I do not drive, and both my parents work so it would not be possible for me to make the trip that is about thirty minutes each way over a five-day period. Hotels in the area were not in the budget so I ended up staying in an Air B&B that was a short Uber ride from the lab. It was hard to not be able to come home after a long day of treatment, but I was so tired of living with OCD’s daily demands that I willing to be away from home for a while. A typical day of treatment went like this. Wake up super early, get ready get an uber to the lab, settle into my own room for the day then walk to the treatment room several times during the day. I had a good amount of time in between my TMS sessions but I kept myself busy by listing to audio books, blogging and doing word searches. Being apart of this study meant taking a break from my everyday life however I felt comfortable coming to the lab each day. The staff there were all supportive and friendly and they helped me to feel confident. I was cautiously optimistic when I become a part of this study. I wanted this treatment to work but you never know what is going to work or not until you try it. Even if this treatment did not work the way I hoped it would, I knew that this research would be used to help others that were having their daily lives interrupted by OCD. Fortunately, this treatment had an incredibly positive impact on me. One thing that my OCD controlled was what songs I could and could not listen to. One day during my week of treatment I was able to listen to one of my favorite songs. What would have been an everyday occurrence for a lot of people was an incredible breakthrough for me. My OCD had not let me listen to that song in a long time. It caused me to feel like something bad would happen if I listened to that song. However, that day I not only listened to the song I watched the music video as well. I was incredibly happy as I listened to that song. I felt so free as enjoyed a song that OCD had kept me from enjoying for so long. In addition to being able to listen to that song, TMS brought me many positive changes. I now had the freedom to control my everyday choices. I got to chose what I wanted to wear, listen to, and how I interacted with others. OCD no longer had the same authority over my life that it used to. My life had changed for the better in a huge way. The treatment reduced my OCD symptoms by about eighty percent. I still have OCD, but I am the one who is in charge of the choices now. I am so thankful that my mom saw that advertisement my life is much better now because of it.
Clutter brings me joy
I am going to start this off by saying that I love stuff. Now, that is not a big secret. You could easily come to that conclusion yourself if you were to see my room. There are many items and collections that take up all the space on the shelves, the tops of two dressers, a small chest of draws and a desk. My idea of wall décor is to cover the walls in as many pictures, postcards, drawings, ticket stubs, greeting cards, souvenirs and various other items as possible. When I first heard about minimalism, I knew that obviously it was not for me and that people who practiced minimalism would be overwhelmed by the way my bedroom looked. However, recently I learned that my room follows an aesthetic that is opposite to minimalism called clutter core. I was surprised to learn just how many other people enjoyed living in beautifully cluttered rooms. When I first looked at pictures of other’s clutter core environments, I felt like I was looking at pictures of my own bedroom. As I scrolled through the images, I saw many familiar things such as walls that were completely covered in various decorations, stacks of books on the floor, items lined up on windowsills, and overstuffed shelves. After looking at these pictures it got me thinking, the people who practice minimalism often talk about the mental health benefits that it brings them. However, speaking from personal experience, the truth for me and others is that having a cluttered room can have the same positive mental health benefits as minimalism does. As cluttered as my room is, it is calming to my brain. My room is my sanctuary filled with all the things that I love. When I enter my room, I am immediately surrounded by positive feelings and good memories. All the things that are in my bedroom collectively bring me joy. When I look around my room everything there helps me to relax and focus on positive memories. The various unique items that I have collected over the years are instant reminders of some of the happiest times in my life. When I am having a bad day or even if I am having a good one, it is beneficial for me to have a place where I am surrounded in positive memories and many of my life’s highlights including vacations, concerts, my childhood, and the good times I have had with my favorite people. My room is a consent reminder that good days do happen and will happen again. All my items work together to help remind me that there is a lot of good in this world even when it many not feel like it. There is no arguing that life is a stressful thing. All of us need a place to go where we can feel at peace and escape the everyday stress that life brings us. What that place looks like is different for every person. Creating your own personal sanctuary is not one size fits all. Minimalism works wonderfully for some people and for others clutter core creates those same peaceful feelings. The most important thing to think about when designing your own space Is to decide what will truly work for you instead of following what happens to be a popular trend at the time. Having a room packed full of items is not bad or wrong. Having a room with little or no decoration and only necessary items is not bad or wrong. This is truly a case of individuality and for a lot of people their perfect aesthetic is somewhere in between minimalism and clutter core.