MBC17

18 Mar 2013 1 Comment

by Cocktails With Hemingway in Blogs, Cooper Young Festival, East Memphis, Events, Fail, Friends, High School, Hutchison, Memories, Memphis, Model UN, Overachiever, Sloane Tags: , , ,

• March Blog Challenge •
Day 17: Why and when did you start blogging?

I started blogging on LiveJournal when I was in high school. Since then I have used Xanga, Blogspot, and now Word Press. Three of my four previous blogs are still in existence. Yes, they are private. No, I’m not sharing the links here. Trust me, you aren’t missing much.

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Hanging out with my friends before the Cooper Young Festival junior year…I’m in the black top with camo pants and my pumpkin purse.
[Memphis • 2002]

Reading entries I wrote ten or more years ago…wow. I fixated on inconsequential matters and acted like the moody, melodramatic teenager I was, complete with bad attitude and boy craziness. I hated everyone and they hated me. I ‘rebelled’ by acting tough [let's not mention the perfect grades, volunteering, and fear of any sort of from the girl who never drank, missed curfew, and made it through high school with one detention] and identifying with the counterculture. I was so misunderstood.. In a word: hilarious.

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Because ever high school badass participates in Model UN.
[Nashville, TN • November 2011]

Though I don’t exactly remember why I created my first blog, I’m sure the reasons were nothing profound. Other than expressing my own torment [in the most dramatic ways] my early entries lack purpose or direction. Most likely I wanted something to show my online ‘friends.’ Because, you know, I had to resort to befriending strangers in cyberspace since I was too hardcore and misunderstood to acknowledge people in the real world.

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,
Sloane

Too young to feel this old

06 Jan 2012 Leave a Comment

by Cocktails With Hemingway in Christianity, Death, Memories, Pregnancy, Religious Works, The Bible, The Wee One

“Life passes most people by while they’re making grand plans for it. Throughout my lifetime, I’ve left pieces of my heart here and there. And now there’s almost not enough to stay alive. But I force a smile, knowing that my ambition far exceeded my talent. There are no more white horses or pretty ladies at my door.”

There I am, second from the left, circa 1991. Before I was old and jaded. ;)

Note to self:  don’t ever take an iron pill on an empty stomach.  I’ve never had such an excruciatingly  painful headache.  Convinced I was having an aneurysm or something equally horrific I grabbed the phone to call for help….only to have the pain temporarily subside and be rocked with intense waves of nausea forcing me to curl up in the fetal position [at least to the best of my ability with a gigantic fetus] and whimper.  My heart goes out to everyone who suffers from migraines because I imagine they must be equally terrible.

I’m tired, cranky, and still feeling the lingering effects from the wrath of ferrous sulfate.  Forgive me for complaining.  2012 will be paradise for the sole fact that it’s not 2011– yet the year is already off to a dismal start and we’re not even a week into it.  Must there be any more death and tragedy?  I’m too young to feel this old.  By the time I reach my thirtieth birthday I’ll have an 8 year old son, 4 year old daughter, far too many deceased friends, and more ‘life experience’ [that's the nicest euphemism I can produce] with grief than I can even articulate.

Here’s a Bible verse I appreciate from Romans 15:13.  “May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, so that by the power of the Holy Spirit you may abound in hope.”  Hope and inner peace, those are two things that no one or nothing can ever take from me.

TOMORROW ADAM AND I ARE GOING TO SEE TATUM ON HER 3D ULTRASOUND!!!

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,

Sloane