10 Thing Tuesday: Things I'm Looking Forward to in June

I've always liked weekly blog features (make-it Monday, wordless Wednesday, thankful Thursday, etc). Sometimes, I think blogs can get a little out of hand and chaotic with just random post after post. Weekly themes are a good way to keep some stability and organization. It keeps it from getting overwhelming.

One in particular I love reading each week is 10 Thing Tuesday by Lauren Conrad. I absolutely adore Lauren Conrad, (post Laguna Beach, of course). She is classy, stylish, freaking gorgeous and incredibly successful. I just love her. And each week, she does a list of ten favorites, tips, or just whatever. This week was a "Summer Bucket List." Other recent weeks included Tips to Improve Your Focus, Green Cleaning, Favorite Immune Boosting Foods, Style Tips, etc. It always a unique and interesting topic and just fun to read.

I probably won't be that exciting, but I definitely want to start my own 10 Thing Tuesday. I'm going to keep it simple this week, though I am certainly open to suggestions or requests for future weeks!

With no further ado, my first 10 Thing Tuesday.

"Ten Things I am Looking Forward to in June"

1. Working at the Kenny Chesney concert with one of my best friends. Ashley and I were asked to work at a promotions booth for A Step in Time Chimney Sweep, a local sponsor for the venue. The show is June 6th at the Virginia Beach Amphitheater (it was renamed to Farm Bureau Live a few years ago, but we all know it's the amphitheater and always will be). We work for about two hours, get paid $40 and then get free lawn admission to the show in time to see the headliner. Pretty good gig, if you ask me. And, since I actually already have a ticket to the concert, I can resell it and make even more money! Holla. 
2. Wearing sundresses. I love dresses, so much. I have entirely too many in my closet. And I am SO excited that it's finally warm enough to wear them. It's a silly girl thing, but I just love them. They makes me feel pretty and happy. 
3. Beautiful weather and summer drives. Obviously, warm weather is a given plus for the summertime. Everyone likes sunshine. My favorite part though? Driving with the windows down and feeling the breeze. Having a good song playing from the stereo helps too :) 
4. Saturday Flea Market in Olde Towne, Portsmouth. I've heard about the flea market in Portsmouth. It's the first Saturday of every month in the historical Olde Towne district. I went once back in March, but it was so cold that I only stayed for a few minutes. I've been waiting for the weather to cooperate enough that I can go again without getting hypothermia. Well, it's suppose to be 90 and slightly cloudy this upcoming Saturday so I'm going to give it another shot. I haven't been to a flea market in a few years so I'm definitely excited. 
5. A. My summer classes. I'm actually really excited to see how my summer classes develop. They are both Public Relations classes and I love the class material. Both classes have pretty creative final projects as well, so those will be interesting.
   B.  The end of my summer classes, ha. As exciting and interesting as they might be, I'm definitely looking forward to June 27th which is the end of the semester. Not dealing with the midtown tunnel at 4pm, four days a week... yeah, def excited about that one. I'll have about 7 weeks off from school before fall term starts. As much as I love school, it will be a much needed and appreciated break. 
6. Beach trips/pool days. There is nothing I love more about a hot summer day than picking out a bikini and soaking up some rays on the sand or poolside. 
7. Putting my Kindle to good use. I recently got a Kindle and it's quite lovely. I have already finished three books, which is more than I have in the past five months. I downloaded about two dozen free books the other night; some classics, some new. It'll be fun to get back into reading, especially on those lovely pool days.
8. Enjoying my first summer as a 21 year old. I'm not really a big partier or drinker, but I am definitely excited about finally being old enough to enjoy a beer on a warm summer night. There is always something going on at the bars in the summer. I'm looking forward to spending some nights out on the town with friends. 
9. Hopefully, meeting the beautiful little miss Makayla Lilly Meents. One of my absolute favorite people recently welcomed her first daughter into the world. Unfortunately, between finals and then summer semester starting up so quickly, I haven't had a chance to drive down to Jacksonville to see them. I am really hoping to take a weekend in June to go visit and see Alyssa, Jesse and their little princess. 
10. SAND SOCCER. Aaaahhh, last but certainly not least. Sand soccer is one of the single greatest weekends of my entire year. A whole weekend of soccer, sunshine, and sand. And I always see tons of old friends. It's just awesome. I'm coaching a u15 girls team this year and my baby brother Jordan is playing on two different teams. So it'll be crazy busy, but I can't wait! 

30 Things

As much as I love talking about shopping and cooking, I must admit a huge influence in starting this blog was my health. I try not to broadcast myself as "sick" and I certainly don't expect or even want pity, but I can't deny the fact that my health is a very prominent and serious aspect of my life. I don't necessarily understand why I was given this adversity and I definitely am not always okay with, but I do see the positive that come from it. God gave me the ability to handle it, for one reason or another. And truth be told, talking about my health, both the blessings and the trials, is a coping mechanism for me. It's my way of making sense of it, and making it mean something.

I found this prompt on a blog a while back and bookmarked it, knowing eventually I would start my own blog and fill it out. I figured for those who don't know, or even those who know but might be too nervous to ask more questions, this is a great way to introduce my health. It's called "30 Things About My Invisible Illness You May Not Know."

1. The illness I live with is: Cystic Fibrosis and Cystic Fibrosis Related Diabetes.

2. I was diagnosed with it in the year: 1992, at 7 weeks of age.

3. But I had symptoms since: birth. I was born premature with a low birth weight and was initially labeled Failure to Thrive. When my weight decreased, despite being fed a high caloric formula every 1-2 hours, 24 hours a day for a month straight, my mom and doctors began looking into additional causes for weight difficulties. My respiratory symptoms began around 1 year of age.

4. The biggest adjustment I've had to make is: learning to respect my body's limits and transitioning from being a child to an adult who takes responsibility for my own health. Sometimes, I get caught up in life and the fact that I am an active 21 year old and literally just forget about my health. As much as I want to be "normal," I have limits. And when I push myself too far, there are consequences. I've learned that I really can't stay out late two nights in a row without needing a full day to recover. Or when I run errands, if I try to make more than about 3 stops, I will wear myself out and need a nap when I get back home. I've also struggled to transition from being a kid and being taken care of, to a grown up and taking care of myself. And trust me, I'm not very good at it yet. Even if I'm 21 and a junior in college, I'm still very much a girl who would be a wreck without her mother.

5. Most people assume: that I am this strong, mature, always happy person. And most days, yeah, I am. But I have my bad days too. I cry, I yell. I drive too fast with too loud of music blaring. I struggle, I fall apart. Some days, I'm happy. And some days, I'm sad. Some days, I'm mature and can accept things, and other days, I'm a whiny little brat. Some days, I am strong, and some days, I need strength.

6. The hardest part about mornings are: EVERYTHING, haha. I hate mornings, so much. I don't always sleep well and I wake up everyday around 4-5am to turn off my feeding tube, so I rarely get a full nights sleep and feel rested. I also wake up nausea for no reason at all every now and then. Just waking up and getting active is difficult. Additionally, I am suppose to do 45 minutes worth of nebulizers and respiratory therapy in the mornings. I'm going to be completely honest here, it's a good week if that happens even twice. On days I have class, it never happens. Finding that kind of time is really difficult for me and definitely an area in need of improvement. 

7. My favorite medical TV show is: House! I'm actually watching it right now :) Although, pretty much all medical shows are completely unrealistic. There's hardly any nurses and the residents do everything. Anyone who has actually been admitted to the hospital knows that's not how it goes, at all. I literally cannot remember a single time a doctor has actually brought me medications while I was inpatient.

8. A gadget I couldn’t live without is: medically related? My portable nebulizer machine, the E-Flow/Trio. It's the size of a softball and battery powered, so I can walk around the house and am not tied down by tubing. It also runs significantly faster than the standard machines. All gadget though? Definitely my phone. The wifi at my hospital is sketchy, to say the least, so my phone is my lifeline when I'm admitted. It keeps me connected to people in the outside world, lets me play games or browse Pinterest when I'm board, and listen to music when I need to escape.

9. The hardest part about nights are: finishing up my nightly treatments and especially setting up my nightly g-tube feed. By the time I am ready for bed, I am so tired, I just want to sleep. I don't want to do breathing treatments for 45 minutes. I don't want to take 10 different pills. I don't want to spend the time to pour cans of formula into a bag, prime the tubing, hook up the extension, and give myself insulin. Plus, the formula smells so gross it makes me nausea just opening the cans! I wish I could just changed into sweats and lay down without any worries. 

10. Each day I take: 7 different oral medications, 4 different vitamins, 5 inhaled medications, digestive enzymes and insulin with all meals and snacks. I also take supplemental feeding through a g-tube overnight and do respiratory therapy through my VEST system twice a day. 

11. Regarding alternative treatments I: am open to it, within reason. I'm not about to just stop all my pharmaceutical medications and start popping herbal supplements... but if something seems beneficial, I'm willing to try it. Recently, I ordered tubs of coconut oil on Groupon because I heard from a few friends that it is a great supplement for weight gain. I haven't started it yet, because I don't have the supplies I need to put it through my feeding tube, but I plan to get some at my next appointment and then start it. Fingers crossed it helps because I haven't been over 100lbs in over six months. Stuffing my face with Taco Bell and ice cream doesn't appear to be working, so I'm exploring new options :P

12. If I had to choose between an invisible illness or visible I would choose: an invisible illness. I really don't like being pitied, and when you have a visible illness, that is very difficult to avoid. I don't want to be seen as the "sick" girl. I'm not ashamed of my health, but it is a personal affair and I prefer to be able to decide who gets to know and when on my own terms. 

13. Regarding working and career: I'm terrified. I have only held part time jobs so far and even that was difficult. I'm scared that I will never have the physical capability to work. 

14. People would be surprised to know: in December 2011, I had a severe allergic reaction to a medication that only 1 in 1 million individuals develop. 

15. The hardest thing to accept about my reality has been: recently, the waiting game. Within the next 5 years, there will be very promising and very effective new medications for CF patients. Medications that will literally change the entire landscape of care. Problem is, I have to make it that far. Currently, my lung function is 50%. One bad infection could drop me to the 30s. Once your lungs deteriorate that much, it can be very difficult to regain function and most patients are evaluated for transplant. I know that if my health falls to that point before the new medications come, they won't be very helpful for me. The anxiety of waiting and the uncertainty that comes along with it is very unsettling. 

16. Something I never thought I could do with my illness that I did was: attend and excel in college. When I was born, I wasn't expected to live past high school. I was relatively healthy throughout my childhood, only had 3 hospitalizations total. High school, however, was a very different story. Starting my sophomore year, I was hospitalized 2-4 every year. I ended up being "held back" a grade because of it. Thankfully, I started a year early, so I ended up still graduating on time. Regardless, throughout high school, I never honestly expected that I would be able to go to college. I was accepted to Virginia Tech my senior year, but I chose to stay at community college because I didn't think I could handle being away from home. It was a really hard decision, but it was for the best. I had my struggles; hospitalizations, incompletes, make ups and extensions.. but I ended up graduating from TCC in May 2012 with a perfect GPA. I transferred to ODU that fall. Again, I wasn't truly sure I could handle it... but so far, I'm two semesters in and I still have a 4.0. I am absolutely loving my classes and having a fantastic time. I am still cautious when it comes to my health; I had a rough time over spring break this year and took a lot of extensions. In the end though, everything worked out. It's a great feeling to know I am not only able to attend school like a "normal" kid, but that I am doing really well at it too. 

17. The commercials about my illness: are nonexistent. CF is a rare disease, only 30,000 in the United States. And there is no federal funding for it at all. So public awareness is pretty much a no go. 

18. Something I really miss doing since I was diagnosed is: I've had CF since I was an infant, so I don't really have any memories from before I was diagnosed.

19. It was really hard to have to give up: my pride and independence. I'm a pretty strong willed and stubborn girl, and I want desperately to do things on my own. It's difficult for me to first, recognize when I need help, and second, actually ask for it.

20. A new hobby I have taken up since my diagnosis is: again, I was diagnosed as an infant so.... ha. I guess, if I had to chose something, it would be art in general. I've done arts and crafts for as long as I can remember. It's my escape and a source of pure joy. And I always bring some project with me to the hospital to pass the time.

21. If I could have one day of feeling normal I would: run a marathon. Or go scuba diving.  

22. My illness has taught me: patience, resilience, hope. I've learned that yes, there are bad days, but it's going to get better. It might not be tomorrow, it might not even be the day after tomorrow, but it will. If you don't believe in better days, don't hope for better days, you will crush your own spirit and your future. And, as cliche as it's going to sound, it's taught me that life is beautiful. Far too many people take this life for granted. They take each breath for granted. No one is guaranteed to wake up tomorrow, but when you grow up knowing your life expectancy is half of your peers, you learn to accept and appreciate life in a very different way. My illness has given me a perspective most people spend 70 years trying to find.

23. Want to know a secret? I cannot stand the smell of insulin. Hahaha. Seriously though, I hate it. It's so... sterile? I don't know how to describe it, but it's awful. Sucks, considering I am an insulin dependent diabetic? -__-

24. I love it when people: reach out to me when I'm sick. The moral support I get through text, phone calls and facebook when I am in the hospital is incredible. I really can't express how much it means to me. Even if I don't respond, to see multiple missed calls, voicemails and texts of people telling me they are praying for me and that they love me. Or even just facebook comments saying get well soon. It makes those weeks so much easier.

25. My favorite motto, scripture, quote that gets me through tough times is: "dum spiro, spero." It's Latin for "as long as I breathe, I hope" and it's permanently tattooed onto my wrist in my mom's handwriting. It's perfect.

26. When someone is diagnosed I’d like to tell them: It's going to be hard, but it's going to be okay. CF is not what it used to be. It's not a death sentence. The new medications and therapies coming out are ground breaking. With modern medicine, a strong spirit and commitment, it's entirely possible to live a normal, amazing life with CF.

27. Something that has surprised me about living with an illness is: seeing how far medical research has come for CF since I was a child. There is still a lot of progress to be made, but the successes so far are fantastic and have improved the length and quality of lives for all patients. Fifteen years ago, when I did my first course of home IV antibiotics, I had this totally stylish fanny pack with bags of fluid and an electronic pump that was loud, bulky and honestly kind of traumatizing to a child. You had to set the rates on the pump with every dose and it beeped obnoxiously every two seconds when there was a problem. Today, I get self infusing elastic balls, no bigger than a baseball, no batteries, no beeping. I just unhook a clamp and it releases the medication at the right rate. It's so fantastic. And that is just one of many new medications, therapies and overall advances in are.

28. The nicest thing someone did for me when I wasn’t feeling well was: my mother never ceases to amaze me with her unconditional love and sacrifices for me. She is always willing to help, in any and every way possible. Getting me medications or food when I can't even get off the couch, driving me to the ER in the middle of the night, researching for hours when something is wrong... all of it. I am so incredibly blessed to have her in my life.

29. I’m involved with Invisible Illness Week because: ...definitely didn't realize this was part an awareness event.. oops. Well, if I had done it during the week, it would be because awareness is a much needed aspect of healthcare. Money is necessarily for medical research. But in order to raise funds, people need to know what their raising money for. Most "healthy" people have absolutely no idea what it means to be sick. Sharing my story is a simple and honest way to show them.

30. The fact that you read this list makes me feel: loved, and thankful. In addition to being helpful because I can express myself, talking about my health is helpful because it gives me strength to hear the responses. I'm often told that I am an inspiration to others. That really just warms my heart. It's amazing to know I am influencing and helping other people. I'm not going to lie, having Cystic Fibrosis can be a living hell at times. It's painful, it's depressing, it's not fair and just plain difficult. And one of my greatest fears is that it will be in vain. When I hear sweet comments from my friends and even strangers though, it makes it so much easier. It reassures me that I am making an impact. I'm so honored, grateful and encouraged every time someone reaches out to me to tell me they read my posts and are inspired by them. 

If you give a mouse a cookie...

Tonight, I was in the mood for chocolate chip cookies. So, I made 5 dozen. And 2 dozen pumpkin muffins. And 2 loaves of banana bread. Go big or go home?

Other than my impulsive, ridiculous attempt to be the next Betty Crocker... today wasn't all that exciting. I woke up with a migraine, attempted to drink a cup of coffee and took some ibuprofen, and went back to sleep on the couch. Woke up a few hours later, started reading This Side of Paradise by F. Scott Fitzgerald, went a little crazy in the Kindle Store and downloaded 26 new free books to my Kindle... oops. Then ate some dinner, went to the grocery store for chocolate chips and came home to spent three hours baking while watching Chasing Mavericks. And now I'm sitting here, eating chips and salsa and watching Friends. Again, kind of lame for a Friday. It was, however, a pretty exciting week in the life of Jillian Goodwin. So let's recap!

To start, summer term started Monday. I'll be honest, I wasn't looking forward to it at all. There was only 12 days between semesters. I felt like I just finished classes, because well... I had, ha. Also, while I'm not a stranger to summer classes, I was very nervous about ODU's classes. I've taken summer school at TCC every year since I was 16. But TCC does twice a week classes, for ten weeks... at ODU, it's four days a week, for six weeks. Intense, terrifying, overwhelming... just a few words that came to mind thinking about it.

Despite my reservations... my classes went excellently! I'm taking two communications classes; Introduction to Public Relations and Public Relations Project Management. I have the same professor for both classes, Dr. Burton St. John. I've heard really great things about him as a professor, so I'm happy about that. And, he scored major points with both classes when he started off with "I know four day a week classes are rough and you get burned out by Thursday. And guess what, I do too. So unless we absolutely have to, we aren't having class on Thursdays."

My intro class is a moderately sized and pretty standard as far as assignments go; one quiz, two short papers, two in class assignments, a final project and a final exam. My project management class is a bit more interesting. There's only 9 students, which is officially the smallest class I have ever had. And, it's a brand new class to the program, so it's in a developmental/experimental semester. We have a syllabus, but Dr. St. John told us that it's flexible and we can make changes if something isn't working. And finally, 80% of our final grade is based on a semester long group project. Also kind of nerve-racking, but groups were assigned on Tuesday and the two girls I'm working with seem chill, so it should be okay.

Overall, it was a good week. The classes will be fast paced, but not as overwhelming as I was expecting. These are my first Public Relations classes (which is my actual concentration), so I'm really just excited to be finally studying what I want to do with the rest of my life! Just from the first week, I know this is a great career choice for me. It's something that I am passionate about and it's something I am naturally good at. Many of the personality traits and skills needed to be successful are ones I already have and value. I feel so comfortable with the topics and eager to learn more. I'm excited for the rest of the semester and even more for my future career in the field of PR :).


In addition to starting a new semester, I also got a MacBook Pro this week! Wooooo! My Sony Vaio has been acting up for several months now. It overheats really quickly and then shuts off in the middle of me working, multiple times in a row. Since I couldn't afford a new computer, I talked to my dad and he offered me his Macbook. He said he wasn't using it much since he had a computer at work and an ipad for home. It is two years old, but he restored it to factory settings so it's basically good as new.

It's going to take a while to transition everything from my old laptop to this one, and adjust to the Mac Operating System, but I'm very excited and thankful. I used Macs at TCC's art school for three years, so I am familiar enough.. but I only used them for the Adobe programs. Getting use to the overall format and organization will be a learning experience.


The next exciting part of my week is that I decided to try my hand at selling clothes, not just buying them. I went through my closet and I also had about three boxes of charity donations I hadn't dropped off yet. Pulled out everything that was brand name and in nice condition and put it on hangers. I knew of two women's consignment stores in Norfolk and one junior's store in Virginia Beach. On Tuesday, I went by two of the stores. Double Take is a high end women's store, they took 7 of the 10 items I bought in. Ditto is a teen's store and they took 14 of 20 items. Both stores have a 60 day contract and I will receive 40% of the proceeds if my items sell. On Thursday, I stopped by both stores again, Double Take took another 7 items and Ditto took all 20! I also stopped by a store called Act II, another women's store, to see if they would take the items that Double Take passed on. They took 7 items, also on a 60 day contract but they give 50% to the consignors. So all together, the three stores took 55 items. Hopefully things sell and in two months I'll be holding some pretty looking checks, that I can go spend on more pretty looking clothes, of course :)


I also got offered a part time job this week. It was brought to my attention by my childhood art teacher. She has a friend who recently had her elderly mother move in with her. The woman is looking for someone to "babysit" her mother, who cannot be left alone, so that she and her husband can still go out on the weekends to run errands or just see a movie/go to dinner. It would be Friday or Saturday evenings, and perhaps during the day on Saturday too. I spoke with her yesterday. She asked me to put together a schedule of when I am available and call her back after the holiday. I think it will be a good opportunity for me because it is not too strenuous. With my health and my full time schedule at school, I have to be careful not to push myself too far when it comes to working. It is really easy for me to over do it and get sick. I don't see that happening with this job though because it is only one or two nights a week. Enough that I can have some spending money, but not so much that I get worn out.


Overall, I'd say it was a rather pleasant week. I do feel bad about not posting at all though. And for this post being kind of mundane, ha. I did say no promises though :P But really, I'll try to be more interesting next week. Hope everyone has a great holiday! :)

Friday's Finds

This is probably the post the majority of you have been waiting for... the first official "Friday's Finds" by yours truly. YAAAAYYY!

And yes, I am aware it is no longer Friday. I apologize, but I had very important obligations yesterday. And by obligations, I mean I had to go watch one fiiiiiiiiine looking Georgia boy sing about drinking, dancing and good ol' southern sunshine and summertime.

Btw, if you are a fan of country music and have never seen Luke Bryan live, I HIGHLY recommend going to his show. Not only because he's basically the sexiest thing alive, but because he is one of the best stage performers I have ever seen in my life. His energy on stage is contagious. His accent carries so smoothly. And just, overall sounds very close to his studio work. Definitely a must see.

With that said, let's move on..... SHOPPINGGGGGGG :) :) :)

I love shopping, I do. But I hate spending money. Kind of a oxymoron, eh? Not when you know how to pop tags and make the most of secondhand shops!

There seems to be a negative stigma attached to consignment shops and especially to thrift stores; some people think it's old, dirty used items they want nothing to do with. But that's not true at all. I often find like new or even brand new items for significantly less than retail stores. It does take patience, but it's definitely possible to find some amazing deals.

To be honest, unless it's something I absolutely NEED and am on a time crunch, I never buy things full retail price anymore. If I'm not shopping consignment or thrift stores, I prefer discount department stores like Ross, Marshall's or TJMaxx. On the rare occasion that I do shop at the mall, I always check clearance racks or use coupons. I think the last item I actually bought from a store without any kind of discount whatsoever was a white dress for my graduation from TCC... last May.

Usually, I go thrifting once a week, either Monday or Tuesday. Monday is military day at CHKD and Tuesday is military day at Salvation Army (20% and 25% off) Also, CHKD Stores do a weekly texting coupon. They send it to you on Monday night and if you show the clerk your phone on Tuesday, you get a 25% off you entire purchase! Sometimes I have to laugh at myself for using discounts at thrift stores, but hey, money is money. And I'm a broke college student, 2-3 dollars off is almost a full lunch from Taco Bell! So, discount days are my favorite. And one of my best secrets when it comes to shopping, maybe one day I'll dedicate a post to sharing the rest :)

This week, I was a little busier than normal... haha. I found a new consignment store AND a new thrift shop while I was out running errands on Sunday. Then stopped by Salvation Army for my regular Tuesday trip.

First up, I Want It All Consignment in Portsmouth. Consignment tend to be a little more expensive than thrift stores, but still way less than retail. This particular store had a pretty nifty system where they have about 6 different colored tags and each week, they pick three and assign a different discount to each (20%, 40% and 50%).

I found this lovely maxi dress. Originally priced 16.99, marked 40% for the week, making the total cost $10. 20. Being 5'2, maxi dresses are either hit or miss for me. Some styles/cuts make me look six inches taller, and some just swallow my petite frame. This one was a go.

I also found this cute teal tote. Priced at $11.99, but the blue tag made it 50% off so I only paid $6! I just looooove the color and detail, perfect for summer.

Next, Pick 'n' Pack Thrift in Portsmouth. This was my first time at this family run thrift store. It's pretty small so not a huge selection, but really great prices and some really unique pieces.

One of which was this fantastic metalwork wall hanging. It's about 2 feet tall, and it only cost me $5! 

I'll be honest, this is probably one of my favorite thrift store finds to date. It's so intricate and unique. I've never seen a piece like it before. I have always loved dream catchers. I had one hanging over my bed when I was little. So this was a must have. 

Finally, my trip to Salvation Army in Virginia Beach. The Salvation Army Family Store on Virginia Beach Blvd is one of the biggest thrift stores in my area and one of my favorites. I always find great stuff. Like I said, they do 25% off for military on Tuesday, but they also do a "Color of the Week." They have 5 different colored price tags, and each week they designate one to be 50% off! This week's color was white. 

Yes, I am aware it's May and I probably won't wear these for several months, but I love shoes. A lot. These are American Eagle Outfitter, fur lined suede boots. They were priced for $14.99, but were white tag so 50% off, THEN 25% off for military. Final price, $5.60. 

 There is hardly any wear to the soles, so if they were ever wore, it wasn't more than just a few times. Easily $60 retail, practically brand new for less the cost of lunch. I can dig it. 

My other find was this corduroy backpack. $2.99, at 25% makes it $2.25. 

Unfortunately  one of the straps on this one is broken, but my mom said she's help me set the sewing machine up and get it fixed (one of these days, I will learn how to sew on my own, ha). 

That's all I have for now. Like I said, it was a busy week. Usually I just make one trip and find just an item or two, but the two new stores were a special treat. Considering I didn't even break $30 at all three stores though, I would say it was still pretty successful. 

Stay tuned next week for more Friday's Finds! 

Fearless.

"Fear never wrote a symphony or poem, negotiated a peace treaty or cured a disease. Fear never pulled a family out of poverty or country out of bigotry. Fear never saved a marriage or business. Courage did that. Faith did that."

As I have mentioned, I'm basically a boss at thrift store shopping, (what, what, what, what.. what, what, what, what..). Sorry, couldn't help myself, haha... Anyway! A few weeks ago, I found a copy of Max Lucado's Fearless for 98 cents. I have never actually read one of Lucado's books, but I've heard bits of his speeches and seen dozens of quotes. He always seemed to know what he was talking about, so I figured it was worth the investment.

I'm only one chapter in and it's already one of the best books I have read in my life. I'll be honest though, I'm very interested to see how the book develops, because personally... I don't think being fearless isn't actually possible. I think it's possible to overcome fear. It's possible to not let fear corrupt your life. It's possible to live out your potential despite fear... but the complete absence of fear? It's admirable, but truthfully an unattainable and irrational idea.

One of the classes I took this spring was Advanced Public Speaking. For our final speech, we had to give a TED Talk. I chose to give mine on a quote by Robin Sharma called The Rules for Being Amazing. The quote lists 28 short prompts for living an amazing life. For time's sake, I decided to highlight on just four; one of which was "transcend your fears."

In my speech, I took two different approaches; empirical research and personal narrative. Before you can transcend fear, you have to understand fear. That's where research comes in.

"—First of all, let me assert my firm belief that the only thing we have to fear is fear itself —nameless, unreasoning, unjustified terror which paralyzes needed efforts to convert retreat into advance." —FDR, 1933

Most people are familiar with this quote, or at the very least, the bolded section. In an article written for Psychology Today, Dr. Jay Winner explains "the fear of fear."

In life, we have primary emotions and secondary emotions. Primary emotions are your reactions to an event. Secondary emotions are your reaction to your emotions. Winner's example is if you just experienced a break up with your significant other, you may feel sad. That is a primary emotion. However, if you then feel sad ABOUT being sad, that is a secondary emotion. This secondary emotion often prolongs and intensifies the primary emotion. The same is true if you are angry about being angry, fearful of being fearful, nervous about being nervous... the list goes on.

Primary fear is a completely natural experience. It is part of the age old "fight or flight" response we have as human beings. When faced with a "fearful" or stimulating event, adrenaline is released throughout our bodies. For most, the brain's hormonal response to adrenaline is fear or anxiety (For others, i.e, "adrenaline junkies, the response is excitement). However, once the adrenaline levels regulate, this initial feeling passes.

The fear that lingers is the secondary fear. The fear of our own fears, and what it could do to us. Secondary fear is what keeps us stuck in our heads. Secondary fears is what captures us, confines our potential, crushes our happiness.Winner prompts that by letting go of how you feel about your fears, they will pass quickly. By learning to accept your primary fear without resistance, you will be equipped to overcome all of life's trials.

Now, that sounds just peachy, yeah? But, is it really possible? Are we really capable of accepting the very emotion that cripples us most? Yes, we are.

I'd like to tell you a story about my brother, Jeff. Growing up, Jeff was terrified of needles, and I mean terrified. In May 2007, my mom had surgery to have her gall bladder removed. Unfortunately, she had some complications and had to go to the Emergency Room. My older sister and Jeff went with her. The ER was pretty busy that night and there wasn't a private room available, so they had my mom is an open galley. The nurse went to start an IV on her, and on just seeing the needle, Jeff straight up blacks out. In the middle of the ER, flat on the floor like a tree being hauled off by a lumberjack.

Now you're probably thinking, a little extreme, but not really that special, a lot of people are scared of needles. And you're right. Over 10% of all Americans, actually. The thing is though... Jeff wanted to be a doctor.

The ER incident happened when Jeff was 16 years old. Recognizing that he probably wouldn't get very far in the medical field with that debilitating of a fear, he made a choice to face it. When he turned 18, he decided he was going to start donating blood. After a few trips to the blood bank, Jeff received a call saying that his blood work came back as having an astonishingly high platelet count and they asked if he would consider donating platelets in addition to blood. Seeing this an opportunity for personal growth and a chance to help many other lives, Jeff agreed. For the next two years, he donated blood or platelets once or twice a month, every month.

 In August 2012, Jeff began his first year at Eastern Virginia Medical School. Jeff chose to transcend his fears, and in return, is living out his dream. This picture was taken at his white coat ceremony and I couldn't be more proud. Jeff is going to be an incredible physician. He's brilliant, passionate and determined. I've known a lot of doctors throughout the years; some good, some bad, and some outstanding. Jeff is going to be outstanding, I know that. But without the courage to face his fear, he wouldn't even have had the opportunity.

Jeff is just one of many examples that show is it possible to transcend your fears. It is possible to accept most confining emotion known to man. It is possible to look into the deepest, darkest part of our being and come out shining brighter than before.

Fear is real. Sharks, guns, water, spiders, snakes, fire, needles... all real. Failure, rejection, pain, loneliness... those are real too. Death is real. Life is real. And it's okay to be scared. But being scared doesn't have to parallel being repressed.

Lucado is right; fear never wrote a symphony, cured a disease, or saved a marriage. But that doesn't mean fear wasn't a part of the process. Fear is not only natural, but necessary. Because when we overcome it, fear gives us an opportunity for greatness. It allows us to have courage and to have faith.

So, again, is it really possible to be fearless? But more importantly, do we even want to be? Or do we just have to learn to push aside the fear of fear, and fear less.

"And I don't know why, but with you, I'd dance in a storm in my best dress. Fearless."

Chili powder, fresh cut berries and sugar cookies.

One thing most people don't know about me is that I absolutely LOVE to cook, maybe even more than I love to eat, which is quite a lot.

Growing up in a family of six kids, eating out was expensive and usually reserved for special occasions. And considering most "family sized" meals like frozen lasagna and chicken pot pies are made for families of 5, they didn't go very far in our house, especially not with four growing boys to feed.

Instead, my mom cooked. Soups, chowders, chili, casseroles, Shepard's pie, pot roasts, fish, pork tenderloin, chicken anything, you name it. My mom is an absolutely fantastic cook. And fortunately, was always willing to let little hands come help/taste test. I've been helping in the kitchen since early grade school. By middle school, I was cooking dinner by myself at least 3 or 4 nights a week.

Because of my health, I have an obnoxiously high tolerance/craving for salt. One of my biggest challenges when it came to cooking was learning to not salt things to MY taste. And let's just say.. it was not always successful. Once, probably about 8 years ago, I was making mashed potatoes. I peeled, boiled and mashed an entire stew pot full. Added some milk, butter and salt, and tasted them. But they weren't salty enough! So I just added a little more, and then a little more. When my mom came in and tasted them, she literally gagged. No one in my family could stand to take even one bite. So, as you can imagine, I ended up eating a lot of mashed potatoes, by myself, that week.

To avoid catastrophes like the mashed potato incident from happening again, I started to avoid salt and used other spices and herbs while I was cooking. I don't particularly care for cookbooks. And while I admire my mother's ability to cook from scratch, I certainly don't have the patience for it. Usually, I start with dinner kits or mixes, then add my own touch, sometimes turning it into completely different meal. Sauces, seasoning packs, frozen dinner kits, that kind of stuff.

Tonight was one of those nights. My mom is currently in grad school (because you know, being a mother/teacher/medical caretaker/pet sitter/cleaning lady/chauffeur/contractor just wasn't enough), so my brother and I usually split cooking. Between finals and a much needed recovery afterwards, I have been down for the count the past week. He cooked nearly every night last week so it was definitely my turn. I didn't have anything particular planned, but Mom found a package of "Taco Pasta" mix and told me to run with it.

The mix was pretty basic, just pasta and a seasoning pack. The instructions said you can eat it plain or add variations like ground beef, chicken, beans, peppers, onions, etc. It also listed a recipe for making "Taco Chili." After the lovely, 54 degree spring day we had today (just btw, Virginia weather sucks), chili sounded quite appetizing.


I'll admit, I didn't actually read the recipe. I just went exploring in the pantry and found canned tomatoes, kidney beans, and corn. Then hit the fridge and grabbed an half an onion, leftover pork roast, minced garlic, and sliced jalapenos. Started a big pot of all the canned veggies, chopped up the onion and pork, added some garlic and jalapenos. Seasoned it with the taco seasoning from the original kit, a little bit of chili powder, and basil, then let it simmer. After 45 minutes or so, I added the boiled pasta from the original kit and a little bit of sugar because it had gotten muy caliente.

While that was simmering, I sliced up some fresh strawberries and steamed some zucchini/yellow squash. Fresh steamed veggies are one of my primary food groups. Oh, and I decided I wanted baked potatoes so I washed some small ones and threw them in the oven.

All in all, the taco chili came out absolutely delicious. Pretty hot, but topped with shredded cheese it was just perfect. Sugar cookies for dessert made for a lovely Monday night while watching The Voice with mom. 

p.s. Garrett Gardner is the cutest ever. Def my favorite. 

So, now you know. Secretly, I'm the next Racheal Ray. Not really, but I will make a pretty decent wife one day. Just don't ask me to follow a recipe because it's not going to happen.

Hello world.

For as long as I can remember, I have been an expressive person. At three years old, when my mom handed me a coloring book, I took coloring outside the lines to an entirely new level. Apparently, I wasn't pleased with the story line of the book, because instead of just picking up my crayons and making that kitten purple and pink striped, I cut up the books, taped the pictures back down onto blank paper, taped the pages together to create my own story, and THEN colored the kitten. Obviously, I knew what that kitten was suppose to be doing with her life way better than they did and I needed to show it.

My need for expression quickly developed into a passion for art. I studied fine arts throughout my childhood and high school. I have an associate's degree in graphic design. I have a collection of craft supplies that could rival Martha Stewart's. And more half finished projects than I'm willing to admit. To this day, art is my first love.

However, in the recent years, I have found a new way of expressing myself, and that is through words. I am pretty much faaaaaantastic at talking, perhaps too fantastic at times. Pretty sure I could talk the ear off an elephant if you gave me the chance... Anyway, I consider myself to have a pretty good way with words. And consequently, a pretty decent writer. I find writing to be a fantastic outlet to express what is in my head and in my heart.

I have too many thoughts in my head. Ideas I could never actualize. Dreams too big for this world. Opinions I probably shouldn't always share. Regardless, I feel a need to try. I have dabbled in blogging in the past few years... a few wordpress posts back in high school, a tumblr that turned into a photoblog rather than any actual texts, I even kept up with an oh so classic xanga for a while. But nothing ever really stuck.

Instead, I seemed to always end up using Facebook. Sharing my ridiculous, irrelevant, sometimes amazing, hardly genius thoughts on life through statuses and mobile uploads. My little brother teases me relentlessly for always posting "novels." He's probably right, I have a written a few epics in the past few years.

Which brings me to now. I've considered getting back into blogging for a while now, just never really found the motivation or time. In the past few months, I have several suggestions to start a blog though. The more I think about it, the more I realize it's probably a pretty decent idea.

I make no promises for where this goes or how diligent I am, but I will try. This will be an adventure. And I will be the first to admit I am extremely nervous, curious and excited to see how it evolves.

I expect this blog to be a collection of stories. I have interesting days, I have boring days. Sometimes, I consider myself to live an wonderfully exciting life. And sometimes, I do absolutely nothing with my time. Also, I tend to be a pretty spectacular thrift store shopper, so please humor me when all I want to talk about is the $4 Italian leather boots I just bought.

This blog will also be a medley of emotions. I have good days, I have bad days. And on those bad days, through the tears and ice cold Dr, Peppers, it seems my only way of coping is to try to put my feelings into words, try to express the chaos in my soul. I find strength in expressing myself. I find happiness in expressing myself. I find hope in expressing myself.

So, with that, here I am, here goes nothing.

"So hello world, how've you been? Good to see you, my old friend. Sometimes I feel cold as steel. Broken like I'm never gonna heal. I see a light, a little hope, in a little girl. Oh, hello world."