Common Sense

Livin' the dream with hakuna matata!


A Salute

In the past year or so I have discovered something about myself.

This discovery was made while I was writing a Marine friend of mine.

I found out that I am much better at writing people than I am talking to them face to face. When I speak to people in person I always botch what I’m trying to say and it either comes out really mean or really awkward. But, as I wrote more I found the joy in proof reading and rewriting. It not only saved me from saying some awkward or weird sentences, it also allowed me to really put my thoughts together.

Whereas before I was just stumbling around for some concise thought. It never ended well and most of my conversations, ended quite awkwardly, with at least one party having this expression on their face:

Glozell stare

After finding this out I knew that whenever I had something important to say, I should say it in writing.

However, in the past few months, this has become a problem. Why?

There are four guys whom I count as friends that have all been in some form of military in the past couple years. When these guys return from their deployments or training and come to church I always feel like I should say something to them. Thing is, I never know what to say, or I think of it too late.ย  You may be thinking, how bout a simple “Welcome home” or “Thanks for you service.” Nothing is ever simple for me. I over think EVERYTHING. I wonder that if I say “welcome home” they might be thinking, “why does this little girl care?” or if I say “Thanks for your service” they may not want to be thanked! So you see, there is my dilemma. It may be of no importance to you, but it is to me. ๐Ÿ™‚

Ok so long story still long, I have just decided to say everything that I wanted to in person, in writing. Maybe that’s the cowardly way out. But unfortunately for now, it’s my way.

Here goes nothin’,

Dear Jordan, Johnny, Jonathan, and David,

First off, WELCOME HOME! (I realize this is pretty late for 3 of you :/)

I know you have got to be SO happy to be able to see your families again! I’m sure it wasn’t easy to leave them.

Secondly, thank you so much for your service! I’m taking a debate class this year and every week we talk about the problems going on in our country, most of them having been caused by us acting like a bunch of morons. But it’s made me realize how much we don’t deserve the sacrifices that y’all make for us everyday. I wish that there was some way that we could pay you back, but I think that would involve us not acting like morons, and that probably won’t ever happen. ๐Ÿ˜€ But I still wish we could.

Lastly, I want you to know that I’m praying for you and your families. I know that there might be things that you’ll see and go through that I can’t even imagine, but I promise that I’ll be praying to the one that not only imagines but also can protect you.

I know I’m not in person, but I still salute you for your service.

God bless you



My Unrealistic Fear

When I was little I was terrified that I would be eaten alive in the deep end of a swimming pool. By what?

A shark.

Childhood ruiner

I knew that it would come into the filter vent thingys at the YMCA and attack me. For this reason I tried my best to not go into the pool with out someone else with me. Why?

They would get eaten first. I would stay close to the side for a quick getaway and leave them to die. I wasn’t worried that they didn’t stay at the side like me,

Your loss.

But sometimes I would forget that I was terrified and jump right into the pool.

Then I remembered,

Completely Adorable

I ain’t dyin’ taday!


Weird thing was, I wasn’t scared of sharks in the actual ocean.

This, was my death sentence.


It was a toughy…

And to be completely honest with you, I still have that heart stopping fear at times when I go to the pool.

Solution :

I have swam exactly once in a pool for the past year.

Fear now gone.

I’m feelin’ pretty bbbaaddd…


So for all you with a fear, follow my advice.

Have a good night

Hakuna Matata!
Ciao Baby!



Derp Direction

I do not understand this obsession.


And while their voices are pretty good, they will never be as good as these guys…


There really isn’t any comparison.

Take for instance, their lyrics.

The classic,


The wanna-be,

why am I smiling

Why you be smilin’ at da ground? It ain’t goin’ be smilin’ back!

nicholas cage

I guess the main attraction to One Direction is that they’re sooo attractive….


I never really understood that.



Maybe they’re just not my type.

But if Simon Cowell liked them, there must be something I’m missing….

Eh. Maybe not. What a little girl.

Harry #1

I realize I have just dashed millions of girls hopes and dreams (really? aim higher) but some day you’ll get over my criticism.

I hope that day comes swiftly.

Hakuna Matata!

Ciao Baby!





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According to C.S. Lewis prudence means, practical common sense. It’s one of the four cardinals that most people agree on. I have to wonder sometimes if that is still in effect in today’s culture. No, I promise I won’t go into a end of world, no hope in humanity, government has completely gone to pot speech.ย  Those never get anyone anywhere. Instead, I’ll rant about being a teenager. Just you wanted to hear right? ๐Ÿ˜‰

Teenagers can be complete morons.

Often, we show NO common sense.

We want to be normal, yet unique. Bold in our beliefs, without thinking differently from our peers. Smart, but not a genius. Cool, but not a punk. Popular, without the pressure. We basically want to be perfect. Without anyone knowing we are.

Our expectations for ourselves are never met.

We often just Fail.


But, once you get past those terrible teeny bopper years you can graduate and escape all the joy of being in high school. (or so I hear)

So I’ve decided to graduate early, I would love if y’all could come.

High school

But in allย  seriousness, I wish you could skip the ole teenage years, gaining all the knowledge that you learn during them of course. But what other time in my life can I care about who has a crush on who? That information is vital to my existence. Thankfully, my friends have stopped coming to me with their drama. The reason behind this is because I react the same way, every time.


Glozell stare

Maybe I should try to calm them down….But I never really know how so I usually give them a love slap and walk away.

I think maybe I should take up counseling.

But anyway, while I’m not exactly known as the ultimate comforter to the needy, I want them to know that I don’t really want to join in their drama, I hope I can be the practical one. I’ve only learned how to be this by the examples that have come before me. ย 

I guess the point I’m trying to make is that while we teenagers can be morons, we are also the people that can make a difference in the people that we’re around. Not just our friends, but also our family members, our minions (also known as the people we babysit) and even our countries leaders. I think when other people see a teenager that’s different, not trying to fit in, they gain a new perspective on what we can actually accomplish. And it all starts with one teenager. One person who’s willing to be different. I want to be that person.

Ok, I hope you enjoyed my rant and that you will have a day full of magic and unicorns (See, I’m being different).

Hakuna Matata!

Ciao Baby!