A day in the life of Sister Florence

My dog, Sister Florence, has an interesting life. She enjoys cuddling with her momma, pawing at her whenever she’s bored, and eating. If Sister could talk, I have a feeling that she would be full of sass. When she’s ready to eat, she doesn’t care how tired or how early it is. For instance, Sister has a habit of waking her mother up at 3 in the morning. She’s up and full of energy when most humans are still sound asleep. Luckily, her momma loves her and thinks that she’s worth it.

Sister knows that it is essential to a dog’s health to get cardio. Which is why she loves going on walks with her mother. She may not be the nicest pet on the planet, but she sure is one of the smartest.

Sister Florence is a mixed breed. An Australian shepherd, schnauzer, wire haired terrier mix. I rescued her from a local shelter. Many people, like me, believe that shelter dogs are better. Most of them have a bit of house training already, and they almost always come with their vaccinations. Not to mention that adopting a dog from a shelter is the cheaper option.

Sister is not a huge fan of other dogs…or some humans. If you come near her momma, she doesn’t like that. You see, Sister is very protective of her momma, and those that she is close to. Although she is not a huge dog, and can’t do much damage to anybody, she still gets in trouble for her attitude.

Sister Florence’s grandmother has her own dog, Bing. And Sister isn’t a huge fan. Bing annoys her, and she puts him in his place. And don’t even get me started on how she acts when I start to give him attention. She’s a huge momma’s girl, and will fight any being that dares to lay their hands on her. Yes, even if it’s a friendly gesture, such as a hug.

There is an exception…if you have a street up your sleeve, you will immediately become Sister’s best friend. If you have any food whatsoever, you become Sister Florence’s favorite person. She still won’t love you more than her momma, but she’ll love you…until the second that you stop giving her treats.

Mental Health

Here’s Why You Should Start Journaling Now

I have journaled ever since my middle school days. I wrote at least 3 entries a week. Looking back at them, I’m so thankful that I kept a record of what was going on in my life. Otherwise, I would have forgotten it completely. When I was sad, happy, angry, excited, or even scared, I would write it down. I never missed the opportunity. I do the same thing now.

Many people in the workplace will recommend journaling. In fact, many successful business people do it. It causes you to think more effectively, as well as to put things in categories. In school, you will see many students write down an important deadline, or take notes on what your professor is lecturing. The reason being that it is essential for memory recall.

Mental health is extremely important. I’m not saying that keeping a journal will completely cure your anxiety, but it certainly helps. Journaling will give you the peace of mind that you need. If you have a lot of bottled up emotions, it’s good to let it out. It’s never healthy to keep your thoughts, especially the thoughts that are causing you any kind of anxiety, to yourself.

Let your creative juices flow. Yes, journaling helps you to come up with new ideas, and it might even inspire you.

Journaling your thoughts is as helpful as speaking your mind to another person. Sure, a journal doesn’t give you feedback, but it definitely helps to get things off of your chest. I have come across several people that seem so nervous and on edge about everything. I give the same advice to them that I give everybody. Get a journal.

It has been proven that journaling will help you to reduce stress, minimize anxiety, and help one to cope with depression. Believe it or not, journaling can actually help you to stay organized. Writing down a “to do” list or prioritizing your goals will not only help you to get motivated, but it will help you to break it down. It almost makes things seem easier.

The message here is this:

It isn’t necessarily just having a journal that will give you peace of mind. It’s writing your inner thoughts down. Grab a pen and a scrap piece of paper. It’s fun to look back at your writings to measure your progress, but as long as writing down your issues gets the job done, go for it.


Peaceful Easy Feeling

Glenn Frey, guitarist/vocalist for “The Eagles”, sings the lyrics “I’m already standing on the ground”, crediting it to a romantic relationship with a woman. In fact, he claims that he has a “peaceful easy” feeling because of her. Now, is this the way that you should feel in a trusting, lovely relationship such as the one featured on the track? Well, yes! Of course! But, it may surprise you to know the real inspiration behind the song.

Jack Tempchin, our lyricist here, did not write this song based on reality. In fact, he wrote it based entirely on fantasy.

Imagine a naive, young man trying to make it in the music industry, booking as many gigs as possible. Tempchin had landed a gig at a local coffee shop, where he developed an attraction to a server. She, however, did not feel the same way. Knowing that he couldn’t have her struck the nerve in his brain that is responsible for the lyrics of “Peaceful Easy Feeling“.

The next morning, after spending the night on the floor of the coffee shop, Tempchin headed back to his San Diego home. There, he shared his new track with his friends, who were all musicians, as well. As they were discussing changes to the song over coffee, he and the boys would stare out the window at all of the pretty ladies. One lady in particular struck Tempchin’s eye. A lady with dark skin and sparkling earrings. Yes, the same lady in the first verse of the song.

Jack Tempchin was finally done with his musical masterpiece, and like an eager child, he rushed home to show it off. As he played his new song, a young man named Glenn Frey overheard him. He explained that he had a new band called “The Eagles”, and if he would be willing to let them work with the song. The rest is history.

The very next day, Glenn brought Jack a cassette tape. He listened to what they had done with his song, and he was speechless.

Later that year, 1972, Jack was traveling across America with the radio playing in the background. “Peaceful Easy Feeling” came on the airwaves, and he knew that he had made it.

Today, “Peaceful Easy Feeling” remains one of the band’s most popular songs, and reached No. 22 on the charts. Tempchin’s original lyric sheet is on display at The Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. It appeared on “The Eagles'” debut album.

Don’t worry about me… I’m already standing on the ground.


5 Ways to Have a Successful Semester

Now that students are back in school, people everywhere are treating it like a brand new year. We are buckling down, paying attention to every single detail, and going into classes with a positive outlook. After a few class sessions, you may feel a bit discouraged. That is normal! It always seems like a lot at first. You want an A, but you don’t exactly want to work yourself to death while getting it. I may have a solution for you. Five solutions, if we’re keeping count.

Make Notecards

Yes, flash cards. Go to the dollar store, get you a pack of jumbo notecards, and get to work! But, there’s something you need to understand. Please do not wait until the night before your exam to do this. For this to really have an effect, make your notecards as soon as possible, and study them frequently. The entire point of this method is to keep you from working yourself silly.

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Fuel Up

Be careful. There’s a limit. Energy drinks may not always be the best way. Learn how to get energy the healthy way! You are not going to want to miss what your professor is saying, and the right amount of energy is just what you will need!

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Go to Sleep

I know that one of the first things you think about when college is brought up is staying up all night studying. This is not the way to go about it. Sleeping, especially the night before an exam, will help improve memory recall. You will feel a ton better, and you will learn more.

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Have Fun

Watch out. You don’t want to be one of those students that spends all of their money and time at local bars. But, don’t forget to save some time for yourself! Remember, these are your college years!

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Get Involved

Believe it or not, college can be a fun place. There are so many fun events that your school puts on! The best way to stay up to date is to be a part of it! You will not regret it. Get involved, make friends, and have fun.

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My Farewell Letter

I knew this day would come. I just didn’t know that it would be so soon. My cousin (I swear, he was born yesterday) left for COLLEGE…

College…it’s a wonderful thing…when it’s, like, 5 minutes away. In this case, it’s FOUR DANG HOURS AWAY! Miles, my 18 year old cousin, has been stolen from me by The University of Alabama. They’re going to keep him for approximately four years before we get him back.

Sure, he’s happy, and sure, he’s in good hands. But UGH!!! I miss the dude!

When Miles left, our entire, ginormous family went into a tizzy. All of our combined feelings came together to form a giant ball of emotions. We all wrote letters to him, and tried not to cry all over each other. I would like to say we succeeded, but….

When I was writing my letter, with every other word I wrote came another emotion. Sad, angry, sentimental, giggly, and a touch of “I-want-ice-cream”. I know the lil dude is happy and having the absolute time of his life. But…just…when did my tiny little baby get to the age where it’s legal for him to drive a freaking car? AND WHEN THE HECK DID HE GET OLD ENOUGH TO GO TO COLLEGE?! I’ve been preparing for this day ever since his voice got lower. It still wasn’t enough time.

If you’re in the mood to read one of my emotional blobs, stick around. I’ve gotcha covered.

Behold, my soppy letter:

Miles. Freaking. Thomas. Don’t laugh at me for being the most cliche cheeseball EVER, but…I remember when you were a lil peanut!! You were the most adorable peanut I’ve ever seen! Ya know, I can’t really help the fact that I’m an emotional twenty-something year old, (especially when my favorite cousin named Miles is leaving me) but I CAN control the overwhelming urge to come up to Bama every weekend to squeeze your cheeks and embarrass the heck out of you in front of all your cool friends. It’s hard, but I’m doing this for you…you’re welcome.

So. I believe it’s time for some comic relief (ya know…so that I can distract myself from from the little girl inside me that keeps reminding me that you’re about to be 4 hours away).

Remember when we were all at your house, and I convinced you that I had seen Bloody Mary in the bathroom mirror? It scared the bajeezus out of you. But, hate to tell ya, the story doesn’t end there. You finally got smart and called me out for being a big, full of crap, bully. Well. After you forgave me and we were friends again, we all, as a family, went out to a Mexican restaurant. If I remember correctly, we were celebrating my 16th birthday, and I just KNEW that my dad was going to request a pie to be smashed in my face. Unfortunately for you, I had planned to have the pie smashed in YOUR face. I went up to our waiter, explained the whole situation, (I’m a big jerk, I’m trying to prank my cousin, etc.) and he was on board. The entire staff came out a few minutes later, put the sombrero on MY head to throw everybody at our table off, and stood by me as if I was about to get a face full of pie. Oh…but that was not the case. Our waiter snuck up behind you, armed with a plate full of whipped cream, and BAM! He totally caught you off guard. Right then and there, you knew that I was the one behind it all, and you just stared at me. I laughed my little arse off, thinking that I was off the hook. Nah, bro. There was a pie for me, too. BAM! Now we both were covered in whipped cream and the entire restaurant was staring. You weren’t mad at me, because I had made a huge fool out of myself, and you were nice enough to let my uber embarrassment be your sweet, sweet revenge. So. Thank you for that.


PS: Roll tide, ya little twerp. Love you.


I’m not always like this butttt…

Look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t have your moments, too. I’m an emotional person, ok? I’ll cry over nonsense and get made fun of because of it.


I had to go into this fancy building the other day. I’m wearing a dress, heels, and all I’m carrying are my keys and my phone. I look like the least intimidating person ever. I have to go through security before entering the main building. I put my keys and my phone on the tray and gave the officer a really high pitched “hiiii.”

He wasn’t amused.

“There’s pepper spray on your key chain. You can either take it back to your car right now or I’m going to confiscate it. You will not get it back.”

I teared up. He used the word “confiscate”! It sounded so police-like! For a minute I thought he was going to arrest me. It was terrifying!

In a soft voice, I said:

“My feet hurt, and it’s a long walk to my car. You can have it.”

Without saying a word, he took my pepper spray off of my keychain and handed my keys back to me.

*sniffle sniffle*

I took them from him and whispered, “have a nice day.”

I made my way to the lobby of the building and another officer stopped me. I guess you can say that I wear my emotions on my sleeve, because he saw that I was about to break down into a big puddle of emotions.

“Ma’am, is everything ok? Was that your pepper spray?”

“Oh, yes sir, but it’s ok. I’ve never used it anyway. I’ve just always kept it with me in case I ever needed to protect myself.”

“Oh, well you made a smart move. Those things go bad after about 9 months.”

“Oh, ok. Thank you. Have a nice day!”

That made it a little bit better. But it still didn’t stop the wild emotions that I was feeling.

I fast walked to the nearest bench as a tear rolled down my cheek. I hung my head and let out the quiet sob that I had been holding in for way too long. Let me tell you, it’s been a whirlwind of events these past few weeks. It wasn’t just my pepper spray being confiscated that made me break down. I’ve realized some things over the past few weeks. I’ve made some pretty big sacrifices for some things that turned out to be nonexistent. I didn’t go to my dream college so that I could stay here and chase after something that I ended up regretting. Fast forward a year, and all I regret now is not going with my gut. Who knows where I would be?

Deep stuff, but I learned my lesson.

Moral of the story:

• Crying is healthy. Don’t hold back something that you’ve been putting in any amount of effort keeping in.

• Don’t make sacrifices for anything or anyone that you’re not sure is here to stay.

• Take time for your mental health, whether it be going out with friends, spending time with your family, or (my personal fave) getting a mani pedi!

Maybe if I would have taken this advice earlier, I wouldn’t be crying in public. Luckily, nobody saw me…I don’t think.

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I just turned 22 *deep breaths, deep breaths*

I don’t know about you, but I feel that the older you get, the more pressure is thrown at you.

“Are you married yet?”

“Do you have kids?”

“Do you live by yourself?”

GUYS, I’M A JUNIOR IN COLLEGE! I’m working on it. I’m not married, I definitely don’t have children, (but I have a really cute dog!!) and I still live with my mom (remember how I told you that I’m still in college?)

Remember the cute dog I was talking about?

If you’re interested at all, I’m working on a Bachelors degree in Communications with a focus in Public Relations. At least I know what I’m doing with my life! Now…somebody come pat me on the back.

To make you feel a tad bit better, here’s a look into my first experiences at college:

When I graduated high school, I was a little bitty 17 year old…yes, I was one of the youngest in my graduating class. I was planning on pursuing a degree in psychology. I enrolled in a community college near me, and began taking all of my basic classes (because I still wasn’t positive that I wanted to go for psychology). After about a week in school, I decided that I wanted to be a marine biologist, instead. It just sounded cool, ok?? Well…I took biology (just basic biology) and it scared me off. I changed my major, once more, to social work. It didn’t take long for me to realize that it WAS NOT for me.

I was ready to raise the white flag, when my dad came up with an idea. “Hey Jen, have you ever thought about majoring in Public Relations??” No, dad. No, I haven’t. But, I am now.

Long story short, I took one glance at the degree plan (no math, woohoo!) and fell in love. I’m so happy that I’m doing what I’m doing. It took a lot of praying and a deep conversation with my dad to get me where I am today.

So…to everybody out there who doesn’t know yet. Who feels like they need to have their life together by the time they graduate high school. Here’s my advice to you:

Take a deep breath, and be still and know.

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Take a deep breath

Stop everything for a minute, and take a breath. Just close your eyes and turn on some music (cello music is my fave!!) and relax. Your body just needs a minute or two to relax.

Be still

I’m going to tell you right now, this is the hardest part for me. It involves being patient and waiting. Being still, meaning “be patient”, is a critical step in the process. Maybe God’s timing is different than your own. But God has PERFECT timing. Trust in Him, and He will make your paths straight.


Know that you are in the place that you’re in. So many people go through the “denial” phase. If you don’t know what you’re doing with your life, admit that to yourself. Or even better, admit it to a close friend. It really helps to talk about it!

Don’t worry if you’re 22 and aren’t married with two kids…because that’s about where I am right now.

I’m still smilin’!

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