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My Thoughts on Being Followed Home*
(via: http://media.collegepublisher.com/media/paper287/stills/7o4y39vm.jpg) Holy toot. I have to be honest, I was wholly overwhelmed by the response to my last post… so much so that it’s taken me a few days to digest all that’s come my way since I wrote it eight days ago. I’ve received multiple emails and phone calls, and I’ve lost count of the number of messages I’ve received through facebook and my blog. People I never expected to read my blog briefly stepped out of the shadows to express concern over my being followed home last week. It’s been a bit of a whirlwind–I never expected such a… strong reaction to what I wrote. For me,…
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Followed*
As a blogger, I usually love when someone “follows” me. In the real world? Not so much. On Wednesday I had an experience that unnerved me so much that I felt real fear for the first time in ages. I’m normally a very cautious person. I’m the kind of girl who always checks the back seat whenever I get into my car at night, who locks the door to my home when I’m by myself, and who looks both ways before crossing the street. I love, love, love criminal-ish TV shows and I take a lot of the tips and advice given for women in those shows to heart. (well,…
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Body Language*
(via: http://www.hilltopstudy.com/images/Sore%20Joints%20&%20Arthritis/ache%20hip_9896179.jpg) So lately my body and I have started communicating… well, I suppose it would be much more correct to state that lately my body has been communicating more openly with me. I only just started listening. It’s no secret that I’ve had a lot on the go these past few months. I was also just called as the Young Women’s President for my church (which basically means I get I “oversee” the female half of our youth program) and while I’m very excited about it, it’s also just one more thing to work into my already full schedule. My mind is constantly processing how to work things into…
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Shop Girl Goes Hunting*
(via: http://germanhistorydocs.ghi-dc.org/images/ACF809E.jpg) I’m on the hunt. Some people hunt animals. Some people hunt for rare treasure. …I hunt for shoes. Every so often I find that a beloved pair from my collection is coming close to retirement. It could be from old age, it could be from wear, or it could be from… *gasp* falling out of style. I absolutely hate when this happens. I love my shoes. All of them. Sure, I play favourites, but all my shoes are family. There is seriously a lot of love here. It’s never fun when a shoe dies. But I also have a secret: I love hunting. You see, I’m really not…
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Looking Back on 2009*
(via: http://www.sxc.hu/pic/m/b/ba/ba1969/1195613_new_year_2010.jpg) I know I’m technically a few days late with this post, but I knew it would take me a while to get through and I didn’t want to write it in pieces, so, here I am… three days late. I figure that as long it’s still the first week of January it’s still fair game! haha Oh 2009… where to begin. In January I “finished” school. By the end of the month I had completed the in-class portion of teacher’s college and only three placements stood between me and graduation. Completing my last university exam was such a surreal feeling, but dang it felt good! February and March…
