Head over to TwentyTwenty, our new 20SB megablog, for the newest installment of Blogger Carnival. There's free ice cream involved, so you better hurry!
Also, until we fix our Feedburner account, we'll be double posting over here. Our intent is to pull the original feed into the new blog, but we have a few hitches in that process. Thanks for your understanding!
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Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Thursday, April 2, 2009
March Carnival Round Up
This month we went Green for Blog Carnival 13! We simply asked, "are you jealous? Irish? or environmentally conscious? Maybe you're rolling in greenbacks... or you played the Wicked Witch in your high school play. In honor of St. Patrick's Day, tell us why It's (Not) Easy Being Green."
Here are some of the top submissions:
Sco Man with A Tribute
It was only recently that I started a discussion with my mother about my ancestry. I forget how the topic came up, but being that I'm 25 now it's probably a conversation we should have had a long time ago. Read the rest here.
Last September, I wrote about some simple things everyone can do to live a more “green” life — that is, one that is more eco-friendly and eco-healthy — like buying organic produce, using public transportation and paying attention to energy consumption. Read the rest here.
They call my leaves blades, but I've never cut you. I've always been here for you. I love the feeling of your bare feet and the sound of children at play. Bring back the sun so that I can absorb the essential red light that keeps me alive - for I am living too. Deprive me of sun and water and like all other plants, I will shrivel and turn brown - an ugly representation of my dead self. Read the rest here.
Phase:Next also thinks it's Not Easy Being Green
Being Irish in these United States is a life-long competition, and unless you're willing to put your all into your competition, you may as well drop out and turn in your pot of gold and pint of Guinness at the birth canal. Read the rest here.
Sarahbration also wonders If It's Easy Being Green
Growing up I was one of two kids who brought their lunch to school in reusable containers and depending on the meal, a cloth napkin, and stainless steel cutlery. I'm not sure what elementary school is like now in that regard but at the time it was so unusual that I received an environmental award. Read the rest here.
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Wednesday, March 4, 2009
March Carnival Theme
Jealous? Irish? Environmentally conscious? Maybe you're rolling in greenbacks... or you played the Wicked Witch in your high school play. In honor of St. Patrick's Day, tell us why It's (Not) Easy Being Green.
Submit your story to the Blog Carnival by emailing the URL of your post and the URL of your 20SB page to 20sb.carnival@gmail.com.
Deadline is March 31st! Look for winners the first week of April on the 20sb Blog!
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February Blog Carnival
Your mission for the February Blog Carnival, if you chose to accept it, was to write a love letter or a break-up letter. The letter could be addressed to anyone or anything-- and from anyone or anything-- past, present, or future.
We had so many great entries this month! Enjoy...
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I'm On My Way
You're fleeting and intense, with a flair for the dramatic - but I'm so thankful for you. You've touched my life in so many different forms over the years, which is more than some people ever experience. I don't know why you've chosen to come to me time and time again, but I'm thankful for the joy, heartache, and lessons you bring...
The Rest is Still Unwritten
This is meant to be a love letter, but I’m thinking that if you ever read this, it may lead to you replying with a breakup letter. It does feel really weird writing to you, especially considering you do not yet exist...
Just Tabitha
I hate to say this to you in a detached, impersonal manner such as an open letter on my public blog, but we need to break up. You've been weighing me down for too long, and I'm sick of it... no matter how many times I've moaned and griped and complained about how completely unkind, annoying and unwelcome you are, you still hang onto me like an inflatable pool toy that got stuck around Augustus Gloop's pudgy belly...
Living Life
I'll never forget the first moment I laid eyes on you. Your big blue eyes, your gorgeous hair, and eventually your infectious laughter and smile would further capture me. I was honored to be chosen as your godmother...
[Mis]Adventures of Elle Bee
It feels like I’m constantly telling you how much I love you, so much so the words are lacking. It seems you’ve heard it all before and there simply is nothing I can say that will demonstrate that this is truly a monumental amount of love...
Blah Blah Blah
I hate you so much. You seduced me with your adorable apron into that hot room of sin just to watch me fail. I should've recognized your type. The type that dangles delicious photographs of meals you know I'd love to eat just to watch me slave away until I burn myself...
Smell the Glove
Were the sky to open and the heavens to rain down a hundred thousand sparkling drops of thanks, it would not even begin to express the love and gratitude I hold for you and only you. Of course, I had to put up with the Andys, the Georges... even a few Elizabeths now and again. But none of them came close to you or the way you made me feel...
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Don't forget to submit your March Blog Carnival entries by March 31st. Include a link to your post and a link to your 20sb profile!
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We had so many great entries this month! Enjoy...
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I'm On My Way
You're fleeting and intense, with a flair for the dramatic - but I'm so thankful for you. You've touched my life in so many different forms over the years, which is more than some people ever experience. I don't know why you've chosen to come to me time and time again, but I'm thankful for the joy, heartache, and lessons you bring...
The Rest is Still Unwritten
This is meant to be a love letter, but I’m thinking that if you ever read this, it may lead to you replying with a breakup letter. It does feel really weird writing to you, especially considering you do not yet exist...
Just Tabitha
I hate to say this to you in a detached, impersonal manner such as an open letter on my public blog, but we need to break up. You've been weighing me down for too long, and I'm sick of it... no matter how many times I've moaned and griped and complained about how completely unkind, annoying and unwelcome you are, you still hang onto me like an inflatable pool toy that got stuck around Augustus Gloop's pudgy belly...
Living Life
I'll never forget the first moment I laid eyes on you. Your big blue eyes, your gorgeous hair, and eventually your infectious laughter and smile would further capture me. I was honored to be chosen as your godmother...
[Mis]Adventures of Elle Bee
It feels like I’m constantly telling you how much I love you, so much so the words are lacking. It seems you’ve heard it all before and there simply is nothing I can say that will demonstrate that this is truly a monumental amount of love...
Blah Blah Blah
I hate you so much. You seduced me with your adorable apron into that hot room of sin just to watch me fail. I should've recognized your type. The type that dangles delicious photographs of meals you know I'd love to eat just to watch me slave away until I burn myself...
Smell the Glove
Were the sky to open and the heavens to rain down a hundred thousand sparkling drops of thanks, it would not even begin to express the love and gratitude I hold for you and only you. Of course, I had to put up with the Andys, the Georges... even a few Elizabeths now and again. But none of them came close to you or the way you made me feel...
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Don't forget to submit your March Blog Carnival entries by March 31st. Include a link to your post and a link to your 20sb profile!
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Tuesday, February 3, 2009
February Carnival Theme
In honor of Valentine's Day, write a love letter or a break-up letter. The letter can be addressed to anyone or anything-- and from anyone or anything-- past, present, or future.
Submit your story to the Blog Carnival by emailing the URL to your post and the URL to your 20sb page to tipptalk[at]gmail[dot]com.
Deadline is February 28th! Look for winners March 2 right here!
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Submit your story to the Blog Carnival by emailing the URL to your post and the URL to your 20sb page to tipptalk[at]gmail[dot]com.
Deadline is February 28th! Look for winners March 2 right here!
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Monday, February 2, 2009
January Blog Carnival
Marissa Kristal
Miel Et Cannelle
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I sent him a valentine every year and signed each from his "Secret Admirer." I joined the soccer team, even though I was terrified of the ball, because that was his favorite sport. I sent him an invitation to my Bat-Mitzvah and waited every day by the mailbox until his response finally came checked YES. And we were friends, sure, but he'd never given any indication he wanted anything more. He was a boy, an immature boy. And sometimes he teased me, and other times he pulled my hair. On our sixth grade camping trip he played a prank on me with my arch-nemesis, bachelorette rival. I cried and and cried for days. This meant he didn't want me, he wanted her. And I didn't care so much that she'd won, what killed me was that I lost. I lost him. Read the rest here.
Diamond KT
Sometimes a first kiss lives up to your expectations and sometimes it's even better than you expected! Perhaps you don't see rockets and fireworks going off like Bobby Brady, but a good first kiss will leave you feeling a bit woozy. You heart pounds harder. Your palms may start to perspire. You will feel a small flutter in your stomach...and if you're lucky, a tickle in your pants as well. The best kisses leave you speechless after, and breathless during. And then there are fist kisses that leave you with an incredibly creeped out feeling like you just madeout with your own sister! Those are NOT good first kisses. That relationship is doomed before it has even begun. You can be friends with that girl, but do not date her. Trust me. It will not last. Read the rest here.
Sex on the Beach
First kisses. Everyone's had one. Some might have been everything you imagined it would be. Some rather embarrassing. Others, totally unbearable. For me, I never realized how much I'd actually learn from my first kisses. Looking back on it, it makes sense that those lessons would be both about friendship and love. Read the rest here.
A Jumbled Journey
There was a guy, as there so often is. He was sexy and smooth. (and a complete sleazeball as I later learned, but hey. I'm not telling that story today.) He would walk me to class, and help me "study" for finals, which mainly consisted of him lying in my lap and distracting me madly, guaranteeing that instead of recalling which country pissed off the others the most during the Middle Ages, I would sit in class and doodle with a goofy smile. Read the rest here.
[Mis]Adventures of a Small Town Girl
He was a friend to everyone and didn't have a malicious bone in his body. He was a flirt. As we became good friends, working together and hanging out, the crush part stayed in the background, though the feelings that I had for him (and those that he had for me) were never acted upon. We were never available at the same time, such a dramatic and tragic tale in the world of highschool. Read the rest of the entry here.
So certain was I that he was going to kiss me, and so certain was I that the garlic tzatziki making competitions held in my kitchen that I dutifully ate the products of was going to put him off me and girls forever.. That I began to eat Cepacol lozenges. The medicated ones. The medicated ones that if you are an 11 year old girl waiting to be kissed are the only things in the house that you could use as a breath mint. The medicated ones that make you smell like an alcoholic grandfather. The medicated ones that if you eat enough, completely and utterly destroy your taste buds and leave you unable to taste anything for a week. Read the rest of the entry here.
Princess Pointful
He, being the more experienced one and having kissed a girl before, declares that we should kiss again for longer. We again do the count down, and hold our mouths together for a count of six. Read the rest here.
Confessions of a Jersey Girl
At the end of the day, he followed me to the bus and told me the plan. the 3 M's. movies, makeout and mcdonalds. and he wanted me to know that if my mom didn't want to drive, his mom would. GREAT. as is the standard in eighth grade, my mom picked him up and took us both to the movies. we were going to see city of angels, which had just come out… and it was PG-13! man were we ever living. i remember flipping out the whole time. (see? i was a total headcase, even at 13.) we got our popcorn and took our rightful seats in the last row of the theater. Read the rest here.
No Ordinary Rollercoaster
In ninth grade, I had a girlfriend. I'll wait for you to stop laughing..............
Yes. A girlfriend. She was cute, blonde, funny, edgy and quick-witted - everything I was looking for in a friend who was a girl. And as it turned out, I was everything she was looking for in a boyfriend. Note the subtle difference. Read ther rest here.
Yes. A girlfriend. She was cute, blonde, funny, edgy and quick-witted - everything I was looking for in a friend who was a girl. And as it turned out, I was everything she was looking for in a boyfriend. Note the subtle difference. Read ther rest here.
Friday, January 9, 2009
January Carnival Theme
Blog Carnival time again!
We are starting off the New Year thinking all about "firsts."
So, tell us about your first kiss! Sloppy, magical, awkward, non-existent? Spill it!
How do you enter?!
Write a post on your blog and email the URL link to your post and the URL link to your 20sb profile page to tipptalk@gmail.com.
The best submissions will be featured and linked to right here on the 20sb Blog on February 1.
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We are starting off the New Year thinking all about "firsts."
So, tell us about your first kiss! Sloppy, magical, awkward, non-existent? Spill it!
How do you enter?!
Write a post on your blog and email the URL link to your post and the URL link to your 20sb profile page to tipptalk@gmail.com.
The best submissions will be featured and linked to right here on the 20sb Blog on February 1.
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Monday, December 22, 2008
December Blog Carnival
We decided to list all participants in this December carnival!
The topics were:
- A wishlist of things you want that are free
- A wishlist of 5 items, one for each sense (that's an item for sight, one for smell, etc)
- A wishlist of things you would sneak under the tree for yourself, age 13
Here are the participants:
Five Senses
Wishlist of Things That are Free
Wishlist of Things at Age 13
Thursday, December 4, 2008
December carnival topic
It is time for the December Blog Carnival and we want to hear from you!
So, choose your topic and submit your post for the Holiday Carnival by December 21.
You can choose any of the following three topics:
- A wishlist of things you want that are free
- A wishlist of 5 items, one for each sense (that's an item for sight, one for smell, etc)
- A wishlist of things you would sneak under the tree for yourself, age 13
To enter write a post on the topic and email tipptalk@gmail.com the URL link to your post and the URL link to your 20sb page.
Carnival results will be posted at the end of December!
Read rest of these entry>>>Blog Carnival 9: Travel
Winning travel entries:
Amanda J from Sometimes It's Better Out Than In on Egypt
The Australian travel warning for the majority of Egypt is "High Degree of Caution". In recent years the emergence of terrorism has posed a threat to Egypt's tourism industry, and consequently, the place is riddled with Tourism Police. I often saw them on the corner of intersections, near major tourist attractions and outside hotels. Their white uniform with the words "TOURISM POLICE" printed boldly on their shirts made them pretty obvious. What was also obvious were their guns. BIG guns. The rifle shot-gun kind.
Read more here .
Lacy from Perks of Being a Jap on Israel
I spent the day in a happy oblivion, taking in the sites and marveling in the fact that I was in Israel. Much later that day, we pull up to our hotel (which was craptastic), and everyone gets off the bus, starts pulling their suitcases out and dragging them to the hotel. I get off the bus, and can't look through the pile of suitcases on that side. I don't see mine. . .
Read more here .
Distracted Spunk on Southeast Asia
I could write about the tan line on my left wrist, of the shadow of my silver and turquoise watch now imprinted on my skin.
I could write about the mosquito bites tracing a trail along the side of my right leg, verbose in its catalog of places I've traveled.
I could talk about the elephant's ear flicking off my left shoe and causing me to jump in my seat, and the boy who tore lemongrass from the ground for me to smell.
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Amanda J from Sometimes It's Better Out Than In on Egypt
The Australian travel warning for the majority of Egypt is "High Degree of Caution". In recent years the emergence of terrorism has posed a threat to Egypt's tourism industry, and consequently, the place is riddled with Tourism Police. I often saw them on the corner of intersections, near major tourist attractions and outside hotels. Their white uniform with the words "TOURISM POLICE" printed boldly on their shirts made them pretty obvious. What was also obvious were their guns. BIG guns. The rifle shot-gun kind.
Read more here .
Lacy from Perks of Being a Jap on Israel
I spent the day in a happy oblivion, taking in the sites and marveling in the fact that I was in Israel. Much later that day, we pull up to our hotel (which was craptastic), and everyone gets off the bus, starts pulling their suitcases out and dragging them to the hotel. I get off the bus, and can't look through the pile of suitcases on that side. I don't see mine. . .
Read more here .
Distracted Spunk on Southeast Asia
I could write about the tan line on my left wrist, of the shadow of my silver and turquoise watch now imprinted on my skin.
I could write about the mosquito bites tracing a trail along the side of my right leg, verbose in its catalog of places I've traveled.
I could talk about the elephant's ear flicking off my left shoe and causing me to jump in my seat, and the boy who tore lemongrass from the ground for me to smell.
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Monday, November 10, 2008
Blog Carnival 9 coming up!
Blog Carnival 9 is open! The topic is TRAVEL!
Tell us about your favorite trip, your excursions, your honeymoon, whatever! Some of us have traveled to some fantastic places and for those of us who haven't let us live vicariously through you!
How to enter to the Travel Blog Carninval??
1. Write a travel related post on your blog
2. Email Tipp at tipptalk@gmail.com the URL to your post and the URL to your 20sb page.
3. Submit the above two URLs to me by November 31.
4. Check out the 20sb Blog for the winners to be posted by December 5th!
The best and most well-written TRAVEL submissions will be showcased in a magazine type format with links to your post on the 20sb Blog.
Email with any questions!
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Blog Carnival 8: Job and Career
Heather from Toughgirl 101
So When Are You Going To Finish That Book?
There's a book I want to write. It exists only in outlines and little snippets in my head. Writing it has been a dream of mine since I first learned to appreciate the English language.
Ginger from Ramble Ramble
I Guess I'm the GrownUp Now
It's sometimes a shock to my system that I'm the grownup now. I mean, seriously? But then things happen that sort of drive home the point
The Almost Right Word
I Will Wait No More
Last night was the culmination of my "career" as your friendly neighborhood server.Read rest of these entry>>>
I will no longer dress in a white, button-down, collared shirt and tie. I will no longer polish silverware. I will no longer ask if ice water or bottled is preferred. I will no longer watch as everyone around me sips their wonderful red wine or sangria.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Blog Carnival 7: Passions
From It Stands
Our Great Destiny
From Pipe Dreams and Professions
Where was the Passion?
A Blog of Her Own
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Our Great Destiny
From Pipe Dreams and Professions
Where was the Passion?
A Blog of Her Own
Rosie Made Me Do It Read rest of these entry>>>
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Carnival Edition 6: One Sentence
Blog Carnival Six theme was One Sentence Story where each participant told their story in one sentence.
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Here are the winning entries!
Thursday, August 7, 2008
Carnival Edition 5: Summer Time
Legally Heidi
You think of summer as a time of relaxation. Remembering back to being kids and lazing around pools, staying up until the wee hours giggling with friends and playing basketball late at night in the driveway under the flood lights. Summers were easy, fun and carefree. Sleeping till noon, going days without a shower, the permanent smell of chlorine in your hair and on your skin…that was summer back in the day.
Stylish Handwriting
One summer afternoon when my little sister was taking a nap, my mother and I were making chocolate chip cookie dough. I couldn't have been any older than five. From the kitchen, we observed an afternoon shower pop up out of nowhere.
Summertime. It's often a favorite time of the year for many people. Numerous songs are written about it, especially here in the country music capital of the world. Tunes by Kenny Chesney and Tim McGraw always come to mind. We break out the cute sundresses and flip flops and awesome toe nail colors. There are books to be read while sitting by the beach or the pool. We find more happy hours to attend with friends.
Everyday Adventures In the City
Unfortunately, I'm writing today because you're killing my soul. I know, that might have been harsh but seriously, you are. It's summer and Sunday you really dropped the ball when I went for my walk and was enjoying my Bobtail outside with Chicago magazine. I was only out for like, two hours at the most, and you burn like a little b*tch? What's up with that?
MegKathleen
I really miss being a kid and it's not just for the lack of grownup responsibilities. I miss the family vacations. Ok, I guess it is somewhat the lack of grownup responsibilities because I miss the carefree aspect of family vacations, and a carefree attitude on vacation results from not having to pay for the hotel room or meals out or gas or a plane ticket.
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Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Blog Carnival 4: Good causes
Featured posts:
Mallory from These Words Are My Own
Rediscovering Simple Joy
I've always thought that my mother was an amazing person. For the past twenty years, she's been working as a teacher's aide in a classroom for students with special needs. She is underpaid and underappreciated, but she loves those kids so much that it's unlikely that she'll ever leave.
Read more here.
Angela from Wickedly Scarlett
A Disease Close To Every Girl's Heart
A long time ago, in a lifetime that seems far, far away, I received a phone call. It wasn't a particularly long phone call. It wasn't from anyone out of the ordinary, and I even remember being pleasantly surprised when I saw my father's name on the caller id. However, that phone call changed my life and it changed my family forever.
Read more here
Adam from 20 Something Pastor
Where's Your Treasure?
In February of this year, a team of bloggers, traveled to Uganda to see the work Compassion International is doing, write and record what they experienced, and share the stories of the millions of children who desperately need help financially, but ultimately need to understand the love and hope of Christ. Anne Jackson was a part of the team and is the reason I knew about the trip.
Read more here
Suili from Because I Said So
Stop The Traffic
I saw some of the worst aspects of that trade on the streets of Phnom Penh and Siam Reap. Some people may only be trying to earn a living, but small children should not be selling trinkets (or themselves) to tourists — they should be in school. The training programs offered by this project are a valuable means of supporting survivors of trafficking to get their lives back on track in a country that is so heartbreakingly beautiful.
Read more here
Vanessa from Subject to Change
Give Life 101
Currently, there are about 98,000 people waiting on the list for an organ. Unfortunately, there are generally not enough donors to meet the demand for organs. About 18 people on average die every day for lack of organs. The lack of organs is especially punitive to minority groups such as blacks and Hispanics because generally the need is greater even though these groups donate at roughly the same rate as other demographic groups.
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Monday, May 5, 2008
Carnival Edition 3: Tests
Letter to the World by Amber
Whether it was prompted by a chalkboard full of quotations to memorize or a chunky piece of Hemingway to digest, you have all asked, “Miss Flindt, why do we have to learn this?”
“It’ll be on the test,” I respond automatically.
You believe me. You trust that there will indeed be a test that measures all the bites of knowledge I have forced down your throats. With full bellies, you await that one opportunity to regurgitate everything into perfect ABCD bubbles, carefully darkened in by your number two pencils.
Read the rest here.
Testing Testing 1 2 3 by Ashley
I rock at tests.
I do.
All I’m saying is; tests don’t scare me. At the risk of being obnoxious and having you guys toss glares in my direction (especially those of you currently studying for finals), I have to tell you – I am so competitive that I see tests as another way to excel.
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Excommunicated by Ben
"I'm up for a scholarship that'll pay for me study abroad for four months."
It was a lie. A big lie. Maybe one of the biggest I've ever told. I used to lie a lot - a childish habit commonly associated with daydreamers.
When you move around as a kid, you have the opportunity to rewrite your own history time and time again. The temptation was more than I could handle. My lies were always modest, based-on-a-true-story type lies. Nothing as extreme as this one.
Read more here.
Love Is Not A Game by Chickbug
When your heart breaks, you lose apart of yourself. Life continues and you stand in the middle of the swirl, trying to make sense of it. why me? How did this happen? What do i do? How do i go on?
Life is forever changed. Your reality is altered. And everyone around you wants to give you structure. They give you rules. "Don't do this." "Focus on that." "This is unhealthy." "That will help."
Read the rest here.
Jobless and Urine-less by Jalynn
I walked into a room that looked to be just a little bigger than a prison cell. I glanced around acknowledging my surroundings. A small desk occupied the left corner with a man seated at it. To the right was a single couch, chair, and tiny television set. He hadn’t seen me, or at least pretended not to.
“Hi I’m [ Jaylynn ] I’m here to take a drug test” I said half telling but half asking at the same time.
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Failing by Sequins and Glitter
I was in a long-distance relationship for almost a year in college. The boy I'd come to love when I lived abroad in Germany lived across the country from me, and when our program ended in the Summer we decided that we were stronger than 2500 miles.
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I Don't Like Tests by Tara
I, in fact, hate taking tests. They are stressful and not always fair, some people just learn differently. In grade school tests were hard and confusing, they were all “What’s your phone number? Where does your mom work? How do you spell your name?” Sure those questions are easy enough, when your last name is Smith and your mom works at McDonalds. You try being a five year old has a last name like Panatsushynnmani or having a mom who works at Mitsubishi Motor Manufacturing of America.
Read the rest here.
What Can I Get by Lauren
Right after I graduated college and before I found full-time work, there was a six-month period where I did everything from delivering packages to running a kids' after school program. Somewhere in there I also responded to an ad for teaching SAT prep; my reasoning was that hey, I did pretty well on those, and plus, don't they charge parents obscene amounts of money for the courses? The teachers must be making bank.
Read the rest here.
Patience or Lack Thereof by Elle
I have a slight problem.
It's called a lack of patience.
Some people were born with the ability to solve problems calmly and efficiently. Some people can, when faced with something that's gone wrong, maintain the ability to keep trying until it's all back to normal. Basically, some people are able to fix things without flying into a rage, peppered with every cuss-word in existence.
Read the rest here.
Destined to Succeed by Polynesian Princess
My breathing becomes irregular and my heart beats rapidly in my chest. I blow out a breath of air and try to concentrate. I must be concentrating too hard because everything in my mind goes blank. I start to break out into a cold sweat, it’s harder to breathe and I’m afraid my heart is going to pound out of my chest. Too many people staring at me, watching me, expecting excellence from me. Instead I completely fail with only 3 more steps to go.
Read the rest here.
Sunday, April 6, 2008
New Carnival Editor!
Stephanie from A[tipp]ical Thoughts has been selected as the editor for the 20sb carnival!
Remember, the deadline for the next edition is April 30th, and the theme is tests!
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Remember, the deadline for the next edition is April 30th, and the theme is tests!
Submit here. Read rest of these entry>>>
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Carnival Volume II: Firsts
A round up of the best submissions on the theme "firsts":
Kristen writes about her first diagnosis,
Ever wanted to know what it feels like to be treated like a leper? Get a diagnosis of Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD) and you will come really close. Doctors, therapists and other people see those three little letters and they run like hell. BPD automatically gives you the reputation of someone who is a master manipulator, only cares about themselves and views the world though a black and white perspective with nothing lying in between.Tin Ma'am writes about her first broken heart,
I experienced a devastating, gutt-wrenching pain that I thought would leave me shattered forever! It was John Grady Cole losing Alejandra (All the Pretty Horses) or Gatsby losing Daisy (The Great Gatsby) or Ishmael losing Hatsue (Snow Falling on Cedars).DS writes about her first time having sex,
Partially bored, partially curious, and partially spiteful, I agreed to shower with him after having made out with him, the newest Scott Bakula Star Trek playing in the background (his interest, not mine.) There was no great passion with him - just mild curiosity.Jaylynn writes about the first time she started a fire,
Five minutes later I caught a whiff of something funky. I sniffed the air contemplating the stench. Smells like burning rubber maybe? Has the bleach had it’s way with my nose? What if all that inhaling of harsh bleach chemicals was now adversely effecting my smelling capabilities? Okay so maybe I have hypochondriac tendencies but something smelled undeniably foul. I began sniffing and walking as if I was a stray dog on the hunt for dinner. Sniff sniff, hmm getting closer. Walk more, sniff more, look around, sniff once again, and open doors to laundry room. …HOLY HELL SMOKE coming out of the back of the dryer! I walked closer to see if this could be easily remedied by pulling the plug. With the step forward came SPARKS! lots and lots of SPARKS! It was a fireworks show in my laundry room.Lisa writes about her first triathlon,
This title of triathlete comes not without trials and tribulation. It was just a super sprint distance, which means 375m swim, 10k bike, 2.5 k run. I knew I could finish that distance. Plus, it goes in order from my worst event to my best event (that is, swim-bike-run) so I wasn't feeling too, too bad. However, yesterday's travels put me in what can hardly be called good pre-race condition. We had to get up really early, too. So tired, and with a cold, we arrive at the race site.Princess Pointful writes about her first kiss,
As we're sloshing through the creek, he turns to me and says "I like you". He then pauses, and says "Like girl-boy like."Just Jinny writes about the first time she was pregnant,
I hesitate. "I like you, too."
He then spits out the kicker: "I want to kiss you."
And then, in July, I took a pregnancy test because I was a week late. And for the first time EVER I saw two pink lines. My husband held me in his arms while I cried with joy. Finally, finally, we would be a family. For one weekend I was the happiest I have ever been, glowing with the knowledge that I would be giving my husband a child..that I would be a mother.Kayleigh writes about the first time she got drunk,
I was going to be a junior in high school, hadn't even taken driver's ed despite the fact that I was already 16, and never ever drank or did drugs. I was on the straight and narrow. [...] I was definitely an impressionable young lady who was pretty insecure and ready to fit in.Stylish Handwriting writes about the first boy to ask her to prom,
However, senior prom was my only invite to a dance during that time period. And I’m kind of pleased that it’s the only one because the story is PERFECT. The awkwardness that surrounds it makes me smile, even though it made me cringe back then.
Tiff writes about her first crush,
We both wore glasses, even at our tender ages. He was meant for me; we were of like kind. And even at this moment I can remember with what force that I adored him.And that's the end of Volume II!
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