Last Tuesday I shared how my accidental intoxication turned me into a bar-hopping-stage-dancing-alcohol-drinker. If you missed it, check it out here.
Of course, being a student and working part-time, I could not maintain this lifestyle of going to the bar five nights a week. Well, physically, I was maintaining it fine. 😉 It was the finances that began to unravel. Continue reading
Once I realized how alcohol could boost my confidence, [backstory here] it quickly became part of my weekly regimen. From 2002 – 2004, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday and Saturday nights = bar night. Despite this, I somehow managed to maintain a 3.0 – 4.0 throughout college. I did get a 1.0 in one of my classes and that was directly tied to my new-found social life. Continue reading
The first time I became drunk, I was 22 years old. I had moved from my hometown in Lansing, MI to Grand Rapids to go to college. Growing up, I was taught that drinking was bad. Or at least, “Don’t drink until you turn 21 and it is legal.” To my knowledge, my parents never had alcohol in the house, so I wasn’t really exposed to it. In high school, I had friends who partied and drank at a young age, but I was too naive to realize it then. I maintained a strong conviction that I was not going to drink until I was of legal age. On my 21st birthday, I was on a mission trip in another country, so that pretty much nixed that opportunity. Continue reading
Over the past few weeks I have shared bits of my story – how I wasn’t the popular girl and that people made fun of me for being a failure. I mean, who does 6th grade twice? —>this girl<—. 😉
But, things weren’t always like this.
Sometime between 7th and 8th grade, I became a cheerleader. Continue reading
Two weeks ago I shared what I’ve recently learned about Introverts from Laurie Helgoe’s book, Introvert Power: Why Your Inner Life Is Your Hidden Strength.
[If you missed that post, it’s a good read. You can check it out here.]
I highlighted items that I could think back to specific experiences I have had with introverts. This one stood out to me the most:
An introvert needs time to think. If you ask him a question and he doesn’t respond immediately, it is not because he does not have an opinion. He is forming the thought in his head before he speaks. Allow time for this silence. Even if it’s uncomfortable for you extroverts. If you try to fill that break in conversation, you may miss out on a highly perceptive opinion.
Today, I share about the marital bliss of the introvert/extrovert relationship. 😉 Continue reading
Last week I was telling you about my gorgeous best friend Jessie. [If you missed it, catch up here]. Today I’ll tell you what happened to our friendship, although by the post title, you may have a good guess. 😉 Continue reading
Yesterday I took us on a little road trip back to my past. [Click here to catch up]
We’re going to pick up right where we left off.
So, we’re back in 6th grade again. My second year of 6th grade. I am still recovering from being the “home-schooled-stupid-child”. This year, a new girl had arrived in my class. As I mentioned yesterday, our school was small, so anything outside the ordinary drew massive amounts of attention. This new girl in my class was tall, skinny [of course], she was athletic, with long shiny brown hair. Oh, and she was rich. At least rich compared to my family. She owned her own horse! Her Mother seemed to buy her pretty much anything she wanted. So yeah, I was jealous. Somehow, I managed to become her friend. Perhaps it was my charming personality. 😉 Continue reading