Penny Lane
I've already bought a white fur vest.
On the hunt for the rest...
peace and love
baily/lady goodman wanna-be
'we are NOT groupies'
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
ive been called ruby tuesday
she would never say where she came from
yesterday don't matter if it's gone
while the sun is bright or in the darkest night
no one knows she comes and goes
goodbye ruby tuesday, who could hang a name on you?
when you change with every new day
still i'm gonna miss you
don't question why she needs to be so free
she'll tell you it's the only way to be
she just can't be chained to a life where nothing's gained
and nothing's lost at such a cost
goodbye ruby tuesday, who could hang a name on you?
when you change with every new day
still i'm gonna miss you
"there's no time to lose"
i heard her say
catch your dreams before they slip away
dying all the time
lose your dreams you will lose your mind
ain't life unkind?
goodbye ruby tuesday, who could hang a name on you?
when you change with every new day
still i'm gonna miss you
the rolling stones
ruby tuesday
...don't you love how dramatic mick jagger is in this video?
you aren't american if you don't love the stones.
peace and love
baily
silly millie
Little Millie seriously cracks me up. Her routine in the morning is something that is definitely noticed and missed when she isn't with me. For the past three weeks, or however long it has been since I got her back from her extended vacay in Florida, she has greeted my sleepy self in the mornings with the same enthusiasm she did when she was an even younger pup. She's a year and a half old this week, but she wakes me up the same way she did at the 1008 house - a routine that she started when she was only five months old or so.
When she first wakes up, she slides from sleeping at the foot of the bed and in between my legs up to my pillow - where she sleeps for about an hour longer laid up as close to me as possible, breathing the same air I do. Then, when "nature calls" and she realizes all that water she drank before bed has to go somewhere, she stretches her skinny little neck back and starts kissing her Momma's face (usually the nose or ears). Then we fight, she'll push me, I'll push her back, she'll do her little moany-growl and I'll do mine, and then finally I will surrender to her boxer slaps she resorts to in order to get me up and out the door to take her out.
Walk #1 of 58 times a day I walk the dog. She drinks entirely too much water. I really do miss Jackie and Elena sitting on the couches at the old house yelling, "MILLIE... quit drinking the water!!!!" We HAD to regulate... we were still in mega-puppy-mode and there was no way in H-E-double hockey sticks we could control that whizzing machine.
Seriously, the 'community dog bowl' in the kitchen had to be Millie-proofed many times a day. My sister's dog's share a water bowl and do just fine, she has to have her own, usually, when we are at her house. Like, at the old house we would be sitting in one girl's bedroom and all start to wonder and question where the dogs were, and then as we got quiet to hear where their noises were coming from you always could figure it out by Millie going to town in someone's dog bowl's... drinking like a fish.
But she doesn't mess in the house. Well, we figured out that some of "Aunt Pash & Sissy Maybelle's Dog Treats" don't settle too well on her stomach. We had a big issue on Sunday morning. Haha, sorry Sissy. But what I mean is, she never goes "pee-pee" in the house because of her massive and excessive water intake on the daily basis. Somehow in the 58 times a day it seems like I take her out, she takes care of things. She's a good girl.
It's just really funny watching her maneuver herself into getting what she wants... every single time. You can't say "no" to a face like that.
When she first wakes up, she slides from sleeping at the foot of the bed and in between my legs up to my pillow - where she sleeps for about an hour longer laid up as close to me as possible, breathing the same air I do. Then, when "nature calls" and she realizes all that water she drank before bed has to go somewhere, she stretches her skinny little neck back and starts kissing her Momma's face (usually the nose or ears). Then we fight, she'll push me, I'll push her back, she'll do her little moany-growl and I'll do mine, and then finally I will surrender to her boxer slaps she resorts to in order to get me up and out the door to take her out.
Walk #1 of 58 times a day I walk the dog. She drinks entirely too much water. I really do miss Jackie and Elena sitting on the couches at the old house yelling, "MILLIE... quit drinking the water!!!!" We HAD to regulate... we were still in mega-puppy-mode and there was no way in H-E-double hockey sticks we could control that whizzing machine.
Seriously, the 'community dog bowl' in the kitchen had to be Millie-proofed many times a day. My sister's dog's share a water bowl and do just fine, she has to have her own, usually, when we are at her house. Like, at the old house we would be sitting in one girl's bedroom and all start to wonder and question where the dogs were, and then as we got quiet to hear where their noises were coming from you always could figure it out by Millie going to town in someone's dog bowl's... drinking like a fish.
But she doesn't mess in the house. Well, we figured out that some of "Aunt Pash & Sissy Maybelle's Dog Treats" don't settle too well on her stomach. We had a big issue on Sunday morning. Haha, sorry Sissy. But what I mean is, she never goes "pee-pee" in the house because of her massive and excessive water intake on the daily basis. Somehow in the 58 times a day it seems like I take her out, she takes care of things. She's a good girl.
It's just really funny watching her maneuver herself into getting what she wants... every single time. You can't say "no" to a face like that.
Friday, October 22, 2010
Fill In The Blank Friday
The theme this week is "Short and Sweet"
1. I am a dreamer, an adventure-seeker, and a life lover.
2. I wish I had more time for pleasure reading. I can't wait to get really into my new Nicholas Sparks book: 'Safe Haven'.
3. I like writing, beach hair, thrifting, hiking, reading, quotes, fro-yo, headbands, 2% milk, singing in the shower, motivational speakers, red meat, the sound of vinyl records spinning, Southern Gospel music, free-spirits, and the fact that I've never had to be on a diet.
4. I can believe in things like fate and destiny now. I never really cared to before now.
5. I hope in a hopeless world.
6. I think that once you find your "balance" in life, things just sort of begin to balance themselves out. No wonder why the idea of a well-balanced life is such a best-seller.
7. I was not as grateful as I thought I was. Now, I know gratefulness on a whole new level. Even though I had to be given such a hard test in order to learn "things" don't mean $h!t compared to relationships, people, smush-faced Boxers, the air I breathe, or the will-power it takes to move onward. But most of all, I am grateful for God, who put me through a personal hell in order to be all the more grateful for his love and GRACE!
peace and love
baily
Thursday, October 21, 2010
10 days: day four
7 things that cross my mind a lot....
1. FiRe - sorry to be so forward with it but I'm just stating the obvious. We can just get it over with.
2. HunGeR - I will be the first to admit that Millie isn't the only Miss Piggie around here.
3. CHILDREN with sPeCiAL nEeDs - Did you know that October is Down Syndrome Awareness Month???
4. FaMiLy - and as I like to say, it's the one we are born into and it's also the one we create for ourselves with the other souls in the world.
5. BCS StAnDiNgS - and to be honest ( please excuse my language), it really chaps my ass that ALABAMA is No. 8. Thanks to the fact that both Penn State and Florida turned out to be unallegiant to any sort of power-elite status like the two programs are historically known for being. A weakened schedule and a reaaaaalllly bad performance in Columbia, SC against a well-prepared South Carolina team who had their best day on Bama's worst. But still, the Boise State's and Texas-Christian's wouldn't last two weeks in an SEC schedule. Especially in Alabama's schedule where A LOT of people are tending to forget that every team has a 'bye week' the week before they play us. Ya, that's totally fair. Funny how the NCAA didn't catch that one, huh? National Coalition Against Alabama. Also funny how we were #1, and lost to a ranked team, on their home field - not ours, and we moved back THAT MUCH? It's safe to say that Bama won that title last year so there's no way the coalition will allow for Bama to have the same opportunity that Urban Meyer and his titty-baby Tebow were given... when they had one loss that year, as well. They're keeping Alabama and Nick Saban (who everyone is PETRIFIED of because he's taking out head coaches and getting them fired like their bowling pins or something...) right at #8 so that they can get away with just sending us to the Sugar Bowl and telling us to be happy with the BCS bid. Spurrier lost to Kentucky after beating Alabama. That ride on Cloud 9 didn't last too long, did it Ball Coach?
WOW - I just ranted, my bad.
6. My mOttO(s): bE aS yOu aRe and rOcK wHaT yOu'Ve GoT
7. OHS sPaNiSh cLaSs - Because "someone" has me re-learning that roll of the tongue and that hard-to-grasp set of grammar rules. It is fun, though, and I doubt it's going to hurt me in my career field. I'm a millennial chick and should be a little more cultured in language than I am... becausethe times they are a changin'. Oh, speaking of 'being more linguistically cultured' - I have convinced myself that I need to really invest the time and practice into learning American Sign Language. ASL is such an amazing way to serve others - the literal meaning of "hands that serve" and a way to live a life of fulfillment. So, Rosetta Stone?? Or what method should I use? Help!
I want to leave you with this...
I opened up a random craft book at Barnes & Noble yesterday and the page was blank except for THIS. And it was exactly what I needed... it's aWeSoMe!!!!
1. FiRe - sorry to be so forward with it but I'm just stating the obvious. We can just get it over with.
2. HunGeR - I will be the first to admit that Millie isn't the only Miss Piggie around here.
3. CHILDREN with sPeCiAL nEeDs - Did you know that October is Down Syndrome Awareness Month???
4. FaMiLy - and as I like to say, it's the one we are born into and it's also the one we create for ourselves with the other souls in the world.
5. BCS StAnDiNgS - and to be honest ( please excuse my language), it really chaps my ass that ALABAMA is No. 8. Thanks to the fact that both Penn State and Florida turned out to be unallegiant to any sort of power-elite status like the two programs are historically known for being. A weakened schedule and a reaaaaalllly bad performance in Columbia, SC against a well-prepared South Carolina team who had their best day on Bama's worst. But still, the Boise State's and Texas-Christian's wouldn't last two weeks in an SEC schedule. Especially in Alabama's schedule where A LOT of people are tending to forget that every team has a 'bye week' the week before they play us. Ya, that's totally fair. Funny how the NCAA didn't catch that one, huh? National Coalition Against Alabama. Also funny how we were #1, and lost to a ranked team, on their home field - not ours, and we moved back THAT MUCH? It's safe to say that Bama won that title last year so there's no way the coalition will allow for Bama to have the same opportunity that Urban Meyer and his titty-baby Tebow were given... when they had one loss that year, as well. They're keeping Alabama and Nick Saban (who everyone is PETRIFIED of because he's taking out head coaches and getting them fired like their bowling pins or something...) right at #8 so that they can get away with just sending us to the Sugar Bowl and telling us to be happy with the BCS bid. Spurrier lost to Kentucky after beating Alabama. That ride on Cloud 9 didn't last too long, did it Ball Coach?
WOW - I just ranted, my bad.
6. My mOttO(s): bE aS yOu aRe and rOcK wHaT yOu'Ve GoT
7. OHS sPaNiSh cLaSs - Because "someone" has me re-learning that roll of the tongue and that hard-to-grasp set of grammar rules. It is fun, though, and I doubt it's going to hurt me in my career field. I'm a millennial chick and should be a little more cultured in language than I am... becausethe times they are a changin'. Oh, speaking of 'being more linguistically cultured' - I have convinced myself that I need to really invest the time and practice into learning American Sign Language. ASL is such an amazing way to serve others - the literal meaning of "hands that serve" and a way to live a life of fulfillment. So, Rosetta Stone?? Or what method should I use? Help!
I want to leave you with this...
I opened up a random craft book at Barnes & Noble yesterday and the page was blank except for THIS. And it was exactly what I needed... it's aWeSoMe!!!!
Enjoy the FREEFALL.
Choose exhilaration over comfort.
Choose angle over predictability. Choose potential over safety.
Wake up to the MaGiC of everyday life.
Make friends with your intuition. Trust your gut.
DISCOVER THE BEAUTY OF UNCERTAINTY.
Know yourself fully before you make promises to another.
Make MiLLiOnS of mistakes so you will know how to choose what you really need.
Know when to HOLD ON and when to LET GO.
LoVe hard, and often, and without reservation.
Seek knowledge. OPEN YOURSELF to possibility.
Keep your HEART OPEN, your HEAD HIGH, and your SPIRIT FREE.
Embrace your DARNESS along with your LIGHT.
Be wrong every once in a while and DON'T BE AFRAID to admit it.
Awaken to the bRiLLiAnCe in OrDiNaRy MoMeNtS.
Tell the truth about yourself no matter what the cost.
OWN YOUR REALITY WITHOUT APOLOGY.
See goodness in the world.
Be BOLD. Be FIERCE. Be GRATEFUL.
Be WiLd, CrAzY, aNd gLoRiOusLy FrEe.
BE YOU.
peace and love
be as you are
BAILY
10 days - day 3
8 Things I Couldn't Live Without
1. millie
2. college football
3. text messaging
4. coca-cola
5. reading books
6. roadtrips
7. music
8. texas pete hot sauce
well... plus Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs, of course! ;)
peace and love
baily jordan
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
new friends and old friends
When I advocate myself as a peace and love lady, I don't mean to insinuate that I'm a lost soul way over on the left side. I think world peace would be a pretty awesome thing obviously, but I carry a realistic state of mind for the most part and know that it has unfortunately turned into something that is just a euphoria for all the dreamers and peace wishers out there. So I guess my generation advocates the ideas of peace and love more in the peace of mind kind of way and the love your neighbor and love your life ways.
The tricky part to it all is the peace part. Always has been, always will be... even in the peace of mind way.
Because the love part is all up to you and to your own heart and your own burning passion. Whereas, peace of mind, has to do with a combination of things: a unity and a harmony of all different sorts that come together to create that eye of the storm, the safe haven in the middle of life. Our own peace of mind.
When you are given a new peace of mind, from what I've come to find out at least, you can feel it and it's a whole experience in itself. I got that last night.
I experienced a new peace of mind. A worry was stripped from me, a friend was made and another friend regained. I feel an abundant happiness from the way things turned out with a very special friend and a lovely gal who is not only appreciated by me for being so 'real' and so 'genuine' but for being a big person and inspiring me to aim for the same gracefulness in other situations.
I guess since I've blogged about it enough over the past six months, I can say that I was pretty upset and broken-hearted over the drying up of a really groovy friendship. That certain friend who threw me the life preserver when I was sinking ship. The one who made me love myself and see that I'm capable of living a pretty kickass and extraordinary life and, to be honest, this certain best guy friend finally had to put it brutally honest to me: if you want to be miserable, be miserable... but if you want life to love you back you gotta love life Baily Jones." It's one of those lines you just don't forget because he was exactly right. He's always been a passionate life-liver and that's an inspiring characteristic that pulls other creative-souled people in like a magnet because it's an energy we all crave for the adventurous life. So it didn't surprise me that I found a lot of things we have in common when I had the opportunity to get to know his leading lady, here recently.
The most awesome part about this newfound harmony amongst old and new friends is just that. Sometimes you just have to keep digging to find the answer for the reasons things were the way they were. I wanted to know, for so long, why I had found this friendship so dried up when it once splashed with all things BFF. haha. But, I forgave and tried to understand even though the absence was paralyzing some of those days this summer when life got hardest for me. I continued to do what I thought was right and each night I would hope for new signs of friendship tomorrow. Eventually, all the pieces fell into place. Once I learned the lessons, forgave myself for wrestling with negativity and emotions and empty apathy, and after I did my own part in creating a peace of mind for myself. After I took care of those things, life just seemed to - well, love me back!
I'm excited about my new peace of mind. I think this 'phase' I got through was something that I needed to go through. I've learned a lot about friendship this summer and Fall. I've learned my heart and kept my mind positive and for that I do believe my mind and my heart are now in harmony with one another. And for extra good sleep at night, I can finally say that I feel pretty unified and harmonous with two people that mean a lot to me already - one old and one new.
So thanks, friends. Things like this might not be life or death or the reason we are all standing at the end of the day - but it gives us a reason to dance, for sure. They are our bridges over troubled water. And, it's one small battle that's been given some world peace and one busy little neurotic mind that was given a few doses of peace as well. And as always, there's mad friend-love from me to y'all.
The tricky part to it all is the peace part. Always has been, always will be... even in the peace of mind way.
Because the love part is all up to you and to your own heart and your own burning passion. Whereas, peace of mind, has to do with a combination of things: a unity and a harmony of all different sorts that come together to create that eye of the storm, the safe haven in the middle of life. Our own peace of mind.
When you are given a new peace of mind, from what I've come to find out at least, you can feel it and it's a whole experience in itself. I got that last night.
I experienced a new peace of mind. A worry was stripped from me, a friend was made and another friend regained. I feel an abundant happiness from the way things turned out with a very special friend and a lovely gal who is not only appreciated by me for being so 'real' and so 'genuine' but for being a big person and inspiring me to aim for the same gracefulness in other situations.
I guess since I've blogged about it enough over the past six months, I can say that I was pretty upset and broken-hearted over the drying up of a really groovy friendship. That certain friend who threw me the life preserver when I was sinking ship. The one who made me love myself and see that I'm capable of living a pretty kickass and extraordinary life and, to be honest, this certain best guy friend finally had to put it brutally honest to me: if you want to be miserable, be miserable... but if you want life to love you back you gotta love life Baily Jones." It's one of those lines you just don't forget because he was exactly right. He's always been a passionate life-liver and that's an inspiring characteristic that pulls other creative-souled people in like a magnet because it's an energy we all crave for the adventurous life. So it didn't surprise me that I found a lot of things we have in common when I had the opportunity to get to know his leading lady, here recently.
The most awesome part about this newfound harmony amongst old and new friends is just that. Sometimes you just have to keep digging to find the answer for the reasons things were the way they were. I wanted to know, for so long, why I had found this friendship so dried up when it once splashed with all things BFF. haha. But, I forgave and tried to understand even though the absence was paralyzing some of those days this summer when life got hardest for me. I continued to do what I thought was right and each night I would hope for new signs of friendship tomorrow. Eventually, all the pieces fell into place. Once I learned the lessons, forgave myself for wrestling with negativity and emotions and empty apathy, and after I did my own part in creating a peace of mind for myself. After I took care of those things, life just seemed to - well, love me back!
I'm excited about my new peace of mind. I think this 'phase' I got through was something that I needed to go through. I've learned a lot about friendship this summer and Fall. I've learned my heart and kept my mind positive and for that I do believe my mind and my heart are now in harmony with one another. And for extra good sleep at night, I can finally say that I feel pretty unified and harmonous with two people that mean a lot to me already - one old and one new.
So thanks, friends. Things like this might not be life or death or the reason we are all standing at the end of the day - but it gives us a reason to dance, for sure. They are our bridges over troubled water. And, it's one small battle that's been given some world peace and one busy little neurotic mind that was given a few doses of peace as well. And as always, there's mad friend-love from me to y'all.
peace and love
baily
funny convos
me: this bird you cannot change
him: or chain
me: freebirds are lovebirds
him: yep
me: you're my lovebird
him: you're my lovebird
me: no wait, you're my penguin
him: laughs at me
him: i'll be your penguin
me: did you know that when a penguin finds its soul-mate, it stays with it forever?
him: did you know that the male penguin has to take care of the egg or something?
me: like a mr. mom?
him: laughs at me more
me: that's awesome, the mr. mom.... while the female goes out there into the world and is the breadwinner and puts food on the table, huh?
him: except it's not a mr. mom yet - it's still an egg.
me: even better, it's like he's mr. pregnant.
me again: but i'm serious, I just learned something new!
The End.
That was one of our conversations recently.
Our conversations are usually pretty random and hilarious.
And I laugh a lot too.. but that would have been a little obnoxious to include. I just had to indicate that I'm funny by pin-pointing his laughter.
him: or chain
me: freebirds are lovebirds
him: yep
me: you're my lovebird
him: you're my lovebird
me: no wait, you're my penguin
him: laughs at me
him: i'll be your penguin
me: did you know that when a penguin finds its soul-mate, it stays with it forever?
him: did you know that the male penguin has to take care of the egg or something?
me: like a mr. mom?
him: laughs at me more
me: that's awesome, the mr. mom.... while the female goes out there into the world and is the breadwinner and puts food on the table, huh?
him: except it's not a mr. mom yet - it's still an egg.
me: even better, it's like he's mr. pregnant.
me again: but i'm serious, I just learned something new!
The End.
That was one of our conversations recently.
Our conversations are usually pretty random and hilarious.
And I laugh a lot too.. but that would have been a little obnoxious to include. I just had to indicate that I'm funny by pin-pointing his laughter.
peace and love
bai
Monday, October 18, 2010
his and hers friendship bracelets
Yes, we have friendship bracelets.
No, he doesn't act like he's too cool for my kinds of things.
And certainly, I smile every time I see it and think about the matching one in South Carolina.
peace and love
baily
keep truckin
You know that feeling of goodness that comes over you when something goes right?
In general, it's that pat-yourself-on-the-back kind of thing that is worthy of a little self-righteous praise. I've been experiencing that a little bit lately in the relationship and friends departments - I sign of upwad growth compared to some of the turmoil these past six months.
I got to spend a lot of time this weekend talking to girlfriends. Some I had just met and instantly hit it off with and some that have been deepened by phases of closeness over the years. But at the end of the day, we're all women - we fill our tanks up with faith, hope, and love and then we drive full-throttle on this self-actualization journey until we find our tank is a little low. Then it's time to turn to those sources of fuel, our friends and fellow females that fill us back up and get us back on that road to tracking down our destinies. It sounds cliche, but then again - I have recently begun to buy into some of these ol' cliches.
It felt good talking to this group of girlfriends this weekend not because I have found myself - yet again - with my gaslight on and my engine stalling - but even better, I was able to be a positive mentor and be a listener. The very best part about it was that I was appreciated for being so and I wasn't wasting my words on people who were letting it go in one ear and out the other.
My eyes fill up with big raindrop tears and am humbled when people are real and genuine with me and give me that pat on my back for digging so deep into each situation - whether tragedy or blessing - and turning them all into even bigger blessings. I guess I just didn't know, until recently, that I have been a living testimony to some people. I don't know if it's a tug on my heart from the Lord to spend some time serving others or if it's just one of those highs on the goodness of life. But I've revealed a lot to myself lately, and if it feels this good, now, then there is no way that I am calling it quits or slowing down anytime soon.
My theme in life is passion and I know I have gone on and on about passion on this blog for the entirety of it's existence, but like I said - not quitting.
With every pat on the back I receive from my own sense of self-worth or from God or from friends and family, just refuels me and keeps me full-throttle on this road to my destination. And here lately, I have made some very groovy and boldly colorful friends and have met a beautiful-souled boy who has sparked that inner-fire that had seemed to burn out with the flames in April. A new flame, for pun's sake.
I'm glad I can use my life as an example to people, those wonderful girlfriends, who found themselves a little lost and off-course and in need of refueling. The one thing I can say with all certainty is that with a full tank of faith, hope, and love anything is possible.
And the things you will discover when you keep yourself filled with those things, is hard to describe but the scenery only gets better the further you journey on and eventually we all either learn to love the open road by ourselves or we find that person who wants to help us drive and make the ride all the more worthwhile. Then the less scenic parts of the trip don't seem so bad. And with faith, you'll be able to keep on going with affirmation that there will be prettier days ahead.
In general, it's that pat-yourself-on-the-back kind of thing that is worthy of a little self-righteous praise. I've been experiencing that a little bit lately in the relationship and friends departments - I sign of upwad growth compared to some of the turmoil these past six months.
I got to spend a lot of time this weekend talking to girlfriends. Some I had just met and instantly hit it off with and some that have been deepened by phases of closeness over the years. But at the end of the day, we're all women - we fill our tanks up with faith, hope, and love and then we drive full-throttle on this self-actualization journey until we find our tank is a little low. Then it's time to turn to those sources of fuel, our friends and fellow females that fill us back up and get us back on that road to tracking down our destinies. It sounds cliche, but then again - I have recently begun to buy into some of these ol' cliches.
It felt good talking to this group of girlfriends this weekend not because I have found myself - yet again - with my gaslight on and my engine stalling - but even better, I was able to be a positive mentor and be a listener. The very best part about it was that I was appreciated for being so and I wasn't wasting my words on people who were letting it go in one ear and out the other.
My eyes fill up with big raindrop tears and am humbled when people are real and genuine with me and give me that pat on my back for digging so deep into each situation - whether tragedy or blessing - and turning them all into even bigger blessings. I guess I just didn't know, until recently, that I have been a living testimony to some people. I don't know if it's a tug on my heart from the Lord to spend some time serving others or if it's just one of those highs on the goodness of life. But I've revealed a lot to myself lately, and if it feels this good, now, then there is no way that I am calling it quits or slowing down anytime soon.
My theme in life is passion and I know I have gone on and on about passion on this blog for the entirety of it's existence, but like I said - not quitting.
With every pat on the back I receive from my own sense of self-worth or from God or from friends and family, just refuels me and keeps me full-throttle on this road to my destination. And here lately, I have made some very groovy and boldly colorful friends and have met a beautiful-souled boy who has sparked that inner-fire that had seemed to burn out with the flames in April. A new flame, for pun's sake.
I'm glad I can use my life as an example to people, those wonderful girlfriends, who found themselves a little lost and off-course and in need of refueling. The one thing I can say with all certainty is that with a full tank of faith, hope, and love anything is possible.
And the things you will discover when you keep yourself filled with those things, is hard to describe but the scenery only gets better the further you journey on and eventually we all either learn to love the open road by ourselves or we find that person who wants to help us drive and make the ride all the more worthwhile. Then the less scenic parts of the trip don't seem so bad. And with faith, you'll be able to keep on going with affirmation that there will be prettier days ahead.
peace and love
baily
you have never taken a solitary road trip across a part of this country? i mean, everybody's got to take a road trip at least once in their lives. just you and some music.
-elizabethtown
Friday, October 15, 2010
my inner voice
You know how everyone has that inner voice? Some of us have a more outspoken one, because of my habit of talking to myself that I mentioned earlier, but we all have a conscious... and a pre-conscious and sub-conconcious and un-conscious... but for simpler means... that damn voice that drives us crazy...
Sometimes it's truly your own voice - slightly obnoxious and telling you to go for it, or somber and 'been there, done that' sounding and telling you to refrain from whatever obnoxious behavior you were about to go for. Sometimes it's your mother's voice - telling you to do your laundry or a pep talk telling you to never give up. Sometimes, it's Dad - telling you the race isn't over and to keep on running, and sometimes it's Sissy - compassionate and mood settling or sarcastic and witty and full of comic relief. Then there's the voice of your past - usually haunting, sometimes comedic. The voice of your childhood - usually indicating that the easiest cures are found in chocolate milk, chili/slaw dogs, and rainbow snow-cones.
Damn, little Baily sure did have some brains - those things could save the world I think.
Then there's adolescent Baily who indicated the easiest remedies were long, grueling trail runs, a bike ride with Mom and Dad, and a group of hellian friends.
Damn, that Baily sounds fun... and in shape.
Then there's college Baily who can't tell you any remedy - except for wrinkly-headed/smushy-faced boxers and these 3 words: DON'T HOLD BACK.
Don't hold back.
At anything.
Especially love.
No matter how many times my inner voice replays the jokes about my dating record, I'm glad I did it. Because I know things I never would have known, and I know someone now that I probably never would have known in this way. And as crazy as I sound, I don't care because I've been complimented on how good I look with this smile on my face, and I have finally forgiven everyone in my past. Fully and graciously, I have forgiven all that forsaked me, and I'm refreshed. I feel like a new person that has shed the scars and snipped the tattered ends that kept me from a smoother, more linear life. I guess you meet the right person and they hand you the bandaids and the scissors and you get to start repairing yourself.
Except there wasn't left to be done because I dug so deep to find myself, all the while he was doing the same, and it allowed for growth and a deepening of a relationship because the hard part was over - we did that for ourselves and we have been able to learn more than the "so much" we thought we already knew about ourselves, by being together and understanding one another.
So the inner-voice to me may come in all forms and tones of voices, but the underlying message from them all is that I've done an okay job for myself, getting over all the pain that struck me like lightning at times and tipped me over like a night-time cow at others. I'm happy, more than content, and I'm reassured that I do the right thing by carrying an open-heart in my chest and thinking with an open-mind. I took a chance on something that a lot of people thought I was "losing it" and setting up shop in "Looneyville" once and for all.
But I have a good heart, and a good mind, and those two things have never been more balanced than when I am with this boy. I just know that I've been blessed by God, and He has never spoken so clearly to me until now.
Don't hold back.
Sometimes it's truly your own voice - slightly obnoxious and telling you to go for it, or somber and 'been there, done that' sounding and telling you to refrain from whatever obnoxious behavior you were about to go for. Sometimes it's your mother's voice - telling you to do your laundry or a pep talk telling you to never give up. Sometimes, it's Dad - telling you the race isn't over and to keep on running, and sometimes it's Sissy - compassionate and mood settling or sarcastic and witty and full of comic relief. Then there's the voice of your past - usually haunting, sometimes comedic. The voice of your childhood - usually indicating that the easiest cures are found in chocolate milk, chili/slaw dogs, and rainbow snow-cones.
Damn, little Baily sure did have some brains - those things could save the world I think.
Then there's adolescent Baily who indicated the easiest remedies were long, grueling trail runs, a bike ride with Mom and Dad, and a group of hellian friends.
Damn, that Baily sounds fun... and in shape.
Then there's college Baily who can't tell you any remedy - except for wrinkly-headed/smushy-faced boxers and these 3 words: DON'T HOLD BACK.
Don't hold back.
At anything.
Especially love.
No matter how many times my inner voice replays the jokes about my dating record, I'm glad I did it. Because I know things I never would have known, and I know someone now that I probably never would have known in this way. And as crazy as I sound, I don't care because I've been complimented on how good I look with this smile on my face, and I have finally forgiven everyone in my past. Fully and graciously, I have forgiven all that forsaked me, and I'm refreshed. I feel like a new person that has shed the scars and snipped the tattered ends that kept me from a smoother, more linear life. I guess you meet the right person and they hand you the bandaids and the scissors and you get to start repairing yourself.
Except there wasn't left to be done because I dug so deep to find myself, all the while he was doing the same, and it allowed for growth and a deepening of a relationship because the hard part was over - we did that for ourselves and we have been able to learn more than the "so much" we thought we already knew about ourselves, by being together and understanding one another.
So the inner-voice to me may come in all forms and tones of voices, but the underlying message from them all is that I've done an okay job for myself, getting over all the pain that struck me like lightning at times and tipped me over like a night-time cow at others. I'm happy, more than content, and I'm reassured that I do the right thing by carrying an open-heart in my chest and thinking with an open-mind. I took a chance on something that a lot of people thought I was "losing it" and setting up shop in "Looneyville" once and for all.
But I have a good heart, and a good mind, and those two things have never been more balanced than when I am with this boy. I just know that I've been blessed by God, and He has never spoken so clearly to me until now.
Don't hold back.
Peace and Love
Baily
i don't hold back, i'm no good then,
i'd rather be good sometimes
than holding back all the time.
-janis joplin
10 days: day two
10 Days: day two: 9 things people might not know about me
however, i'm pretty much an open book and i give lots of dets about my life to people
modesty? no way!
regard? errrrrr, wrong answer
for real.
1. i have 6 fake teeth
hey y'all!!!
2. i check under my bed and behind the shower curtain every night before i go to sleep
yes, for the boogey-man.
3. i have a fire nightmare 6 nights out the week
4. my middle name is in honor of Michael Jordan.
no wonder why i'm the best - right???
5. my sister and i had no ties to the state of Alabama before coming here for college
(so when you wanna know why, ask her - I just followed her here)
Where next, sissy?!?
let's go to Charleston and be King Street Queens!
6. i returned an envelope that I found in the parking lot at Target in Oviedo which had a Vermont woman's ID, $800 buckaroos in cash, and a credit card.
The police department in Oviedo honored me with a citizenship award, but I never received a thank-you from 'said Vermont woman.' Nonetheless - "Bless Her Heart" but in the South I would have used my BEST stationary on that Thank You... and maybe a Benjamin!
7. Before I die, I will see Mick Jagger in person.
8. I'm a borderline hoarder. That's why I have a lot of shiz to replace, and you'd think losing all that stuff would make me simpler, less hoarderish, but nope. Makes me that more nostalgic and obsessed with even the simplest mementos. Luckily, I date someone who loves the small things just as much, so, so far we've spread out the loot from here to Myrtle Beach.
9. I talk to myself. A lot.
All day. Everyday.
And when Millie is in the passenger seat she makes me look less cooky.
Except then, I'm a lady talking to my dog instead of myself.
Coo-ku, coo-ku!
Thursday, October 14, 2010
let the rebuilding begin....
Guess what finally came in the mail to my Florida house?
It came in the mail... exactly 6 months to the day after the fire.
THE INSURANCE CLAIMS CHECK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
BOOM! Yessss.....!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I am allowed to VERY RESPONSIBLY begin rebuilding my 'assets' that I had in the fire. Mom is dying to fly me home to hit up the amazing factory stores that the Orlando shopping scene offers. It's always a bargain shopper's heaven and since she and I are both bargain shoppers... this is a 'playground.' Sorry Dad, it's only because of the fire. And we ALL wish that it just would have never happened!
I do at least. A lot of my life would be a little less complicated and I wouldn't be such an emotional see-saw. Oh well... life happens and we've just got to ride it out.
But back to the higher end of the see-saw, I GET TO START, well I should say CONTINUE, TO REPLACE MY BELONGINGS!
Of course, I got the neccessities and a few extra goodies here and there for being spoiled and well taken care of, but I get to actually get some furniture ordered, buy a winter coat, get Millie a better leash, an iPod, my infamous bohemian jewelry, and books, and purses.
Speaking of purses... Queen Bargain-Shopper (that's Momma, I'd be the Princess one) found the most BEAUTIFUL grey Coach purse for me. Thanks, Momma! She got tickled that the style name was 'Hippie'... hahaha.
Guess what I asked my Mom for money for to replace first???
Undies! So, it's off to Victoria's Secret I go. It's my 6-month post-fire birthday and I finally have claims check cash! :)
Baily
It came in the mail... exactly 6 months to the day after the fire.
THE INSURANCE CLAIMS CHECK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
BOOM! Yessss.....!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I am allowed to VERY RESPONSIBLY begin rebuilding my 'assets' that I had in the fire. Mom is dying to fly me home to hit up the amazing factory stores that the Orlando shopping scene offers. It's always a bargain shopper's heaven and since she and I are both bargain shoppers... this is a 'playground.' Sorry Dad, it's only because of the fire. And we ALL wish that it just would have never happened!
I do at least. A lot of my life would be a little less complicated and I wouldn't be such an emotional see-saw. Oh well... life happens and we've just got to ride it out.
But back to the higher end of the see-saw, I GET TO START, well I should say CONTINUE, TO REPLACE MY BELONGINGS!
Of course, I got the neccessities and a few extra goodies here and there for being spoiled and well taken care of, but I get to actually get some furniture ordered, buy a winter coat, get Millie a better leash, an iPod, my infamous bohemian jewelry, and books, and purses.
Speaking of purses... Queen Bargain-Shopper (that's Momma, I'd be the Princess one) found the most BEAUTIFUL grey Coach purse for me. Thanks, Momma! She got tickled that the style name was 'Hippie'... hahaha.
Guess what I asked my Mom for money for to replace first???
Undies! So, it's off to Victoria's Secret I go. It's my 6-month post-fire birthday and I finally have claims check cash! :)
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
spread the love
You know I've got this theory, there are two kinds of people in the world. There are lyric people and music people. You know, the lyrics people tend to be analytical. You know, all about the meaning of the song. They're the ones you see with the CD insert out like 5 minutes after buying it, pouring over the lyrics, interpriting the hell out of everything. Um, then theres the music people, like Brooke. Who could care less for the lyrics as long as its just got like a good beat and you could dance to it. I dont know, somtimes it might be easier to be a music girl and not a lyric girl. But since Im not, let me just say this. Sometimes things find you when you need them to find you, I believe that. And for me its usually song lyrics.
-Peyton, One Tree Hill
-Peyton, One Tree Hill
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
photo update
I had such an awesome time this weekend. I have one very sweet (and devilishly handsome) boyfriend that gave me a weekend to remember.
Here are some pics from our afternoon at his sister's house in Folly Beach, South Carolina.
She may just have the best view in town. She holds down the fort at some prime real estate by the infamous surf-spot 'the Washout'.
It was fun to get my toes in the sand and relax for a couple of hours, and I got to see him catch a wave or two, and I fell in love with the golden retriever named Nesta! The best part about it is that we have such a great time together, always. There's no bickering or arguing or negative energy - ever! It's always been good vibrations and easy-goingness with us and I couldn't be happier.
Here are some pics from our afternoon at his sister's house in Folly Beach, South Carolina.
She may just have the best view in town. She holds down the fort at some prime real estate by the infamous surf-spot 'the Washout'.
It was fun to get my toes in the sand and relax for a couple of hours, and I got to see him catch a wave or two, and I fell in love with the golden retriever named Nesta! The best part about it is that we have such a great time together, always. There's no bickering or arguing or negative energy - ever! It's always been good vibrations and easy-goingness with us and I couldn't be happier.
don't you love my panoramic digi-cam?
and the way the sun rises in the carolinas?
and how little that guy on the stand-up paddleboard is compared to the ocean and sun?
and how beautiful this is?
and how perfect for me he is?
and oh how I miss palmettos, sand, and 'sea'
oh, and he likes to snap pictures of me when I'm not looking :)
and I love how he took these flutterbug pictures for me. there were SO many!
it was beautiful.
we sorta had a photo shoot session
and got some semi-good ones...
maybe so, maybe not
but we had so much fun...
there he is... NESTA!
that's catherine's house to the right...
I just HAD to dip my hair intothe salt-water so that I could have beach waves!
...I felt like my Florida-girl self ;)
me snapping photos of people standing by themselves in awkward mode is proof that I am Butch Jones' daughter ;)
these next 2 definitely give me nostalgia
we both rock the beach waves
clay's bff weston and us :)
...maybe I'll post more later
maybe so, maybe not
peace and love
baily
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
10 Things: Day 1
10 Things I'd Like To Say To 10 Different People
Janis - Thank you for giving me songs to both sing and scream to. You and the wooden record player have dug me out of some major ruts and I think your scratchy, raspy voice is one of the most amazing things that rock 'n roll ever saw. You were real, above all else and I appreciate you some 50 years since your death because of that. There are real people in the world, these days, but they are few and far between it seems.
Barack Obama - I'm still trying to figure out why you are our President. I'm also trying to figure out your campaign platform, CHANGE. Was that supposed to be more specific.. like, good change or bad change? Because good?? Ain't seein' it, Pres!
Carrie Bradshaw - Hello lover! You give me goosebumps, STILL, when I watch a re-run episode or put in one of my sacred SATC dvds and I hear you say "I couldn't help but wonder..." or "Later that night I got to thinking..." You are the EPITOME of the true female spirit. Conquer the biggest city in America, make your own choices, rewrite the rules of intimacy, and look absolutely fabulous doing it all. You're more than a t.v. character, you are the poster child for so many girls who choose to exhibit their feminist side in a different way than frumpy clothes, unGodly hair, and picket signs. Beautiful ladies have "girl-power", too!
Octomom - You're a fame whore and it's sickening that you jeopardize the optimum opportunities for your children by being that way.
Clay - The small things add up to the most magnificently big things. Thank you for sharing that belief with me.
Becca - I have had an envelope addressed to you and Selah for 2 weeks now. I am being a procrastinator with buying stamps (you would, too, if you saw Tuscaloosa's sorry excuses for post offices and the line that wraps around like it's a Disney World attraction...) I PROMISE I will get it in the mail to you soon. Nothing crazy and can't-live-without but I do have a little token of my appreciation for your inspiration ;)
Papaw - I am praying for your surgery! You are going to be just fine because we have the Lord on our side :) Thank you for being a true Godly example in my life all these years. Because of that, and the love I've received from all the wonderful people in my family, I am able to be confidant and firm in my faith that He is watching over us & I know that He will continue to bless us as you have minor operation next week. Many prayers are lifted up for you!
Nick Saban - You are the man! Thank you for giving me a year's worth of bragging rights and then for re-stating on Saturday that the dynasty has only begun and 'the process' is starting now. Not only for that, but for being such a leader (despite what the jealous Dolphins fans want to think) and quoting such valuable life lessons. I'm obsessed with quotes, and yours are far more about life than about football. You remind me of my Dad in that way, because no post-game talk after a basketball or soccer game or a cross-country race was ever truly about my talent/potentional/performance but more a preparation pep-talk for life and I have a lot of friends who play for you and they agree that you have instilled the honor and value of life into your players through your words and examples. Some people want to only see you at face value... walking away from LSU, walking away from Miami, but I see you as someone who loved college football (and was super-good at it) and you didn't find a 'fit' as an NFL coach so you did what was best for you and your family. And, in turn, for MY family - the Alabama family - and brought us from reminiscing about championships to actually winning them. It wasn't just the talented players... if that were the case there would be no career in coaching college football because if it was all the players then who needs a coach, right? You've changed things at Alabama and brought the CLASS, and TRADITION, and EXCELLENCE back.
Forrest Gump - You symbolize the innocence of America, the pride of the American dream, and you exhibit genuinity as you embrace the most historical moments in our country's history. You keep me believing that anything can happen - whether you work for it or it jumps up and bites you in the buttocks. You loved Jenny, unconditionally, and from a complicated, independent-spirited, and semi-troubled girl... that is the one thing that matters most in the entire world: UNCONDITIONAL LOVE. You can love in all capacities, friends/lovers/family/soulmates/soul-friends/ex-friends/ex-lovers/etc. but few people get the unconditional part down pat. You keep me inspired to LoVe those that don't love me or loved me and now no longer love me... if it is truly love (not true love, there is a difference) then you love and forgive people despite their trespasses against you. You also show me that if you continue to love people even when it is not reciprocated love, you may not get what you want, but you have the innate ability to inspire others to go on loving and forgiving and most of all.... LiViNg!!!!!
And your quotes are fantastic.
Millie - It is so good to have you back! I hope that you have enjoyed hiking the T-town trails, playing frisbee - which you are totally rockin' at thanks to Granna and Big Butch, and snuggling with Mommie at night. You were missed SO EXTREMELY much! I think you have brought a few more rays of sunshine into Mommie's not-so-grey life. I love you, Piggie.
well, there's Day 1. Let's see what we've got for Day 2, tomorrow of course :)
peace and love
baily
10 days
10 Days of Blogging comes from Jane at Moonflowers, Mojitos, and Me and she got it from Laura at Mrs. Rupiper. I am so not agreeing to do this in 10 days flat, but I am going to do it. Especially when I can't sleep at night, this should give me 10 sleepless nights to keep myself busy while I try to tire my eyes into a sleep-mode. So I'm about to do Day 1....
Day 1: 10 things you want to say to 10 different people right now.
Day 2: 9 things about yourself that most people don't know.
Day 3: 8 things you couldn't live without.
Day 4: 7 things that cross your mind a lot.
Day 5: 6 things you wish you could change or you wish you'd never done.
Day 6: 5 people who mean a lot to you.
Day 7: 4 turn offs
Day 8: 3 turn ons
Day 9: 2 words that describe your life right now.
Day 10: 1 confession.
Day 1: 10 things you want to say to 10 different people right now.
Day 2: 9 things about yourself that most people don't know.
Day 3: 8 things you couldn't live without.
Day 4: 7 things that cross your mind a lot.
Day 5: 6 things you wish you could change or you wish you'd never done.
Day 6: 5 people who mean a lot to you.
Day 7: 4 turn offs
Day 8: 3 turn ons
Day 9: 2 words that describe your life right now.
Day 10: 1 confession.
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
IN OTHER NEWS
In other news...
TUSCALOOSA, Ala.
Two very respected employees of the University of Alabama are in a heated dispute and leaving Alabama Athletics Director Mal Moore in a serious case of relief due to the fact that Alabama will take on South Carolina in Columbia this weekend, giving this situation the amount of time needed to handle it internally. It seems that the two loyal end-zone painters at Bryant-Denny Stadium are on strike due to unfair vacation hours. Prototypically, each - according to their title - 'endzone artist', is in charge of their endzone but more recently the two have been dividing it by home team and opponent team endzones.
According to a credible source, the 'endzone artist' in charge of Florida's endzone was allowed this week's paid vacation, while the Alabama endzone's 'artist' has been working over-time since the 'W' on Saturday.
A representative for the University of Alabama Athletics Department said that due to no contact being made in Florida's scoring endzone's, the University stands supportive of their decision to allow for vacation time. In addition, the representative said that extra vacation time will be given to the Alabama endzone's artist due to the fact that most of that paint is now worn on the white Gators jerseys which some believe to symbolize missed tackles and getting their asses handed to them.
Other reports have noted that insiders in Columbia at the University of South Carolina have called on Alabama representatives for information on how to deal with this issue as it prepares for a lop-sided workload with it's endzone workers this weekend as it hosts the undeniably No. 1 Alabama Crimson Tide on Saturday Oct. 9 at 3:30 Eastern Standard Time.
*totally a piece of creative writing.
The Gator NationGator Dynasty
TUSCALOOSA, Ala.
Two very respected employees of the University of Alabama are in a heated dispute and leaving Alabama Athletics Director Mal Moore in a serious case of relief due to the fact that Alabama will take on South Carolina in Columbia this weekend, giving this situation the amount of time needed to handle it internally. It seems that the two loyal end-zone painters at Bryant-Denny Stadium are on strike due to unfair vacation hours. Prototypically, each - according to their title - 'endzone artist', is in charge of their endzone but more recently the two have been dividing it by home team and opponent team endzones.
According to a credible source, the 'endzone artist' in charge of Florida's endzone was allowed this week's paid vacation, while the Alabama endzone's 'artist' has been working over-time since the 'W' on Saturday.
A representative for the University of Alabama Athletics Department said that due to no contact being made in Florida's scoring endzone's, the University stands supportive of their decision to allow for vacation time. In addition, the representative said that extra vacation time will be given to the Alabama endzone's artist due to the fact that most of that paint is now worn on the white Gators jerseys which some believe to symbolize missed tackles and getting their asses handed to them.
Other reports have noted that insiders in Columbia at the University of South Carolina have called on Alabama representatives for information on how to deal with this issue as it prepares for a lop-sided workload with it's endzone workers this weekend as it hosts the undeniably No. 1 Alabama Crimson Tide on Saturday Oct. 9 at 3:30 Eastern Standard Time.
*totally a piece of creative writing.
peace and love
baily
can't decide if i enjoy watching him wig out on the sidelines more or coach k during a good tar heel season... they're both absolutely wonderful to be honest.
oops - you missed.
"do not make eye contact.... do not make eye contact....
whatever you do, don't look him in the eyes."
TYBALL, that you??? And I thought your athlete-look-alike was Kasey Kahne all this time.
wait... does this look familiar.....
...and for those of you who think the Tebow crying jokes retired when his college career did... you're wrong.
Urban Meyer. Such a joke that even Nick Saban laughs.
Setting yourself up, dude... L is Loser.
So dumb I thought this was an Auburn fan pic at first.
How's the stress now?
'yessuh'... undefeated since the 8th grade. Timmy who?
No, #22 is our Heisman RB. That's just our Center.
....scoring touchdowns on a top 10 really conceited team and stuff.
"Bama's Back"
"Imaginative, thrilling, and ultimately unstoppable offense used to be Meyer's trade. Now Saban has clearly stolen that from him, just as he has stolen control of America's toughest league." -Dave George, Palm Beach Post
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