TOO MUCH SPOON!

Hi, I am an everyday house hold item, the wonderful and sturdy, spoon. I am always needed and when filled too much to the brim I spill over. I don't hold a bunch, but the stuff I do hold will never leak. I am sturdy, and rarely break able, unless I am in my plastic mood.
Basically, I would be a spoon because they are an everyday utensil and in reality I go and am summoned by everyone everyday. I take in a lot of junk and I hold an awful lot, but once I am already to the brim on my tolerance level and then once another huge thing happens, everything blows up and then my tolerance level is low and I can start all over again. I am sturdy like a spoon meaning I can do whatever and be okay and never complain. I can be pushed and won't budge or break, unless I'm in a "no bull crap" day such as a breakable plastic spoon.

Fortune Cookie :)

I love Chinese food!! If I were skilled in Chinese food making then I would probably have very little time to attend my college classes. I would also be about two hundred pounds heavier.
Not only is the food amazing, but after the wonderful meal we then get to partake in a very intense game, "choosing just the right fortune cookie." I take this game very seriously and live by my cookies' fortune closely. I literally take the "fortune" as my future destiny. So, dinner and a game makes for a great time. :)

Hate? No Thanks..

I hate, hate. Hating will get you no where.. and most people today really don't care who hates them or what people think about them so what's the point in making yourself miserable by the wonderful feeling of hatred. I despice the feeling of hatred and I also dislike seeing it on someones face. Why spend life unhappy? We aren't promised every single day.. why not find the happiness out of all the negative. If you find yourself trying extra hard to be happier then it will actually make life more bearable.
I will add, however, like the story "On the Pleasure Of Hating" said about spiders, I would absolutely kill a bug if I saw it crawling across the floor in front of me, despite what the author said. I may cause some spider or ant ill-will, but it was for good reason. I can honestly say I do not care for such insects as those. Also, I take great pleasure in knowing that a snake has been killed and if I were to be the one to do it, then kudos for me.

V. The Problem of Egotism.

     Hi. I'm Laramie, for those of you who might know me know that I am a very blunt human being. I am not shy in the least bit. If you do not know me, you will soon find out that I speak what is on my mind. I may get in trouble for it more often than not, but at least I'm living for me. 

     Do I have a response to those who might accuse me of vanity (for writing about myself my experiences and opinions)? Yes, I would have many responses. I would start with it's my life, my choices, and my experiences. If you wouldn't like to read it, then look away. On a sweeter note, I would also say what shame is it upon you to judge the life I live. If I have a vain moment would you not want to read about the juicy happenings, would you not find it interesting, not even a little, and maybe by some chance you could learn a lesson from my lesson before you even had to learn the lesson the hard way? Confusing, right. I am not the only person in the world who has had something to write about. I am not the only person in the world who has had a bad experience where someone probably thought of me as ignorant. I am however one of the few people in this world who is extremely content in my misfortunes, bad experiences, and lessons learned to understand that the world is not all cheerful and merry twenty-four seven. If I was too ashamed of my past to let people understand me for me and how I got to be "me" then how can I ever live a happy and fulfilling life. I believe the people who you hold close to your heart deserve to know every piece of anything that makes you, you. I would have a very huge response to being accused, and or being judged for writing anything about my life because no one is perfect and the one judging me would need to look in the mirror and ask if he/she was that big of a saint to judge another human being on their imperfections.

One of my Flaws..

    I am sad to say, but I have many many flaws.. I would say the one flaw that is literally killing me from the inside out, would have to be that I worry so gosh dang much about the tiniest things known to man. I have a huge OCD/worrying problem. I literally make myself sick over the smallest things, when normally a human would step right over the issue with not a backward glance, I look into it and overanalize it.

    Example: Hypothetically Speaking, a teacher makes a rude comment or something like that, depending on the day and how I feel I may only look into the comment ohhh, say five minutes, but if it's one of those "ugh" days I'll look into it for maybe a week. I may even have a dream about it, I may ask everyone I know what that comment could possibly mean and so on. I also am very OCD oriented. I am an organize and germ freak. I stress over clutter and certain things not in the right place. I'll grab the very last product on the back of the walmart shelf as for fear of too many people touching the product that I just so happen to need. I wish I could change this fun fact about me, but I just wouldn't even know where to begin or even think of where to start. It is literally eating me alive!!!

*MY PASSION*

     I am country bred, country raised, and will die country.. literally. I live on a big ranch, with all kinds of farm animals and it is clear to people that my passion is, the farm life. I love walking out of my house and knowing I have free reign of life on the farm. I have fresh air, room to run, and I am an animal freak... ironic eh? I say I was taught this way. I can only remember living in town a short while and let me tell you, that short while was just entirely too long. I always wanted a profession helping animals, however my brain is not smart enough to acquire those type of chemistry skills... don't believe me? Just ask it a chemistry question, I guarantee you you will get an off the wall, not even close, not making sense kind of answer.
     I live with my grandparents who are responsible for my country-fied upbringing. I wouldn't have it any other way of course. I love feeding and taking care of the animals, I love summer long farm vacations, which are actually not vacations at all. In the ranch living it is a 365 dawn until dusk kind of job, which is okay with me. I thank God for being stuck out in the middle of no where where there is rarely a neighbor to be seen, rarely anyone to hear me conversate (with myself occasionally), and rarely any crime and too close spaces with people I have never even seen or met before. I am a proud country bred, country raised, country die kind of chick. It made me who I am today and I wouldn't change that for anything in the world, ever.

Jewel :)

This is Jewel.

Jewel, also happens to be the love of my life. I had gotten her in Jenks, Oklahoma when she was just five weeks old and have fallen in love with her every day since then. Yes, I realize she is just a dog, but she is my baby. She just recently turned four on January the sixth. Jewel is all black, except for a strip of white, which is located on her chest area. She is a Long-Haired Chihuahua and she only weighs six pounds. I named her Jewel because she is in fact my own perfect Jewel. :)