Maybe I'm Biased

So the wife ditched me for a Backstreet Boy concert. It's like grade school all over again...

I've gotta admit - I'm a homebody. I love my family and love the city we grew up in. Things weren't always perfect, and we didn't always like each other, but we've made it this far together.

With that being said, I wanted to show you this video. I think it's awesome and I thought you might as well. It's my youngest sister rocking out for a contest on her guitar with a song she wrote. It's short (less than 90 seconds!) so give it a listen and let me know what you think! I'll post the lyrics beneath the video.

I'm living in a world that's changing rapidly
I've grown up in a place that supports my dreams
Unless I dream of a peaceful land
Where people don't hold guns, they hold hands

But I dream of a place without a hunger stricken race
I dream of a land that's truly united as they stand
I'm told these are impossible dreams
But that doesn't stop me

I can't seem to wrap my head around the terrible things
That happen in my own country, let alone overseas
I'm not sure how to make a change
But I know for a fact that things can't stay the same

Because I live in a place with a warring race
I live in a land where people won't take a stand
I'm told change is an impossible dream
But that doesn't stop me

So what did you think? Did you give it a listen? Do you have any suggestions for my little sister? Would you be willing to share this video? 

I'd love to hear from you about this (or anything else!). Just leave a comment or shoot me an e-mail! And while you're at it, find a way to follow Life Before the Bucket!

Loss

Has anyone noticed the rockin' favicon I added? Because I really like it.

Congratulations. If you're reading this, you've made it to another Friday. Pat yourself on the back, find a good movie to watch (if you didn't lose 10 hours of sleeping watching a certain one last night), and enjoy yourself today.

I'm choosing to enjoy myself by doing a few things: going to the doctor, hanging out with my sister, and blogging! More specifically, participating in...

Five Minute Friday!

If you don't know what Five Minute Friday is, allow me to enlighten you. There are three simple rules to FMF, per The Gypsy Mama.

#1 - Write for 5 minutes flat. No editing, no tweaking. Just write.

#2 - Link back to The Gypsy Mama!

#3 - Go give some comment love to the person who did 5 Minute Friday before you!

Simple enough, eh?

Here goes nothing!

Today's prompt is...

Loss 

Ready... Set... Go!

A Fish Out of Water...

Today I am featuring my first ever guest poster! When I begged for some awesome writers to help out a couple of weeks ago, Heather, from My Husband Ate All My Ice Cream, was the first to answer the call! Be sure to give her wonderful blog a visit and show her some love and respect in the comments here! She deserves it!

A Fish Out of Water...

That is what I feel like right now, getting ready to talk about my lack of Christianity on Adrian's blog.

I was very surprised when I wrote a post for my blog called Why I Don't Have a God. The comments on the post were surprisingly respectful, and a lot of people were very tolerant of my views, despite the fact that their own views are different. I'm not usually one to talk about religion, mostly because when I bring it up, I get trampled on and questioned. I don't like to label myself as a certain religion, simply because I'm not sure there is one that fits what I believe. I don't believe in the Christian God. I believe in an after life, but not Heaven or Hell. I don't believe that there is some sort of divine guidance in my life - I believe in fate and destiny. I could type a whole post, or ten, about my beliefs. But that isn't what I'm here to talk about today. I want to talk about tolerance.

A Moment of Clarity

This post is part of my weekly Time for Honesty. I do my best to share something that's on my heart that is honest, sincere, and transparent - something that will get you thinking and get you to be honest with yourself.

This summer, I've been working full-time at the Pregnancy Crisis Center in Wichita.

And by "working full-time," I mean interning for no pay.

It's been a wonderful experience so far. I haven't had a job that would be considered full-time since I was 16, so that's been a learning experience in and of itself.

More than that, though, I've had to learn that in any job, you're going to have ups, and then you're going to have downs. And, frankly, you're probably going to have a lot more downs after the first aforementioned downs, and then you might get a single, glimmering up, followed by more downs.

Word Cravings

I've become rather fascinated with Google+. If you want an invite, let me know!

Today, I want to talk to you about something that I fear I may be alone in experiencing...

Word cravings.

Cravings, in and of themselves, are a little weird to me. My wife tells me she has cravings for things like fruit, while my mom craves ice cream. Cravings (especially ones associated with food) seem to be all over the place.

You know what's really weird, though?


I don't get cravings all that often. I'm pretty sure the only things in the world that I ever crave are Pepsi, steak, and pizza. So if you want some brownie points, feel free to send me any of the above. I'll repay you with a huge smile and the biggest virtual hug ever recorded.