Hello readers!

I do not know how many of you are aware of this, but there is this presh little button with “Follow” written on it located on the right side of my blog. If you would be so kind as to click it, I’d more than appreciate it.

The way I see it, is I like to be able to see who is reading my blog! I can tell which country people are from and don’t get me wrong that’s freaking awesome. Lordy, dozens of people out of the United States read it daily. But it would be even cooler if I had followers that I can ‘see’!

I know this sounds crazy. It is. But a girl can hope, can’t she. Christ, I’m laying in bed writing this right now cause I have to wake up in five hours (4am) to catch a 7am flight! That’s just how enthused I am about all this.
I love all my readers! You make it worthwhile <3
xoxo, the little birdy.
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Shoulder Riders

Let’s see. You cannot have the good without the bad. That includes EVERYTHING. Friends, relationships, family, life situations, etc. But I’m here to talk about one important thing: friendship. Now, what some of you probably won’t know is that I’m fairly religious. God is a big part of my life. I was born and raised Catholic and I intended to continue that tradition with my own family someday (when I have my own family).

What I mean by the “good without the bad” is this. There are angels and demons in the world. The way I see it, you cannot just believe in angels. You have to believe in their opposing forces as well: the demons. That’s just how life works, and that’s the most realistic way to think. Otherwise, my darlings, you are in for a big let down.

What I’m trying to say though is that you will have friends in your life that are good and bad for you. Some you may think are good for you but turn out bad. Some you might think are bad for you, and change your life in all the good ways possible.

I unfortunately have been in a position where I did not like a certain person for some of the things he thought were appropriate to say and were actually quite the opposite. Eventually I allowed myself to be more open minded to what he had to say (even if it was all disgusting and his behavior was childish). We became friends for a while, I did not argue when he disagreed with me, even though I could not say the same for him. Eventually I had had enough and told him to stop trying to change me or stop being my friend. He refused to pick, so I picked for him. I have not spoken to him since more than to tell him to leave me the heck alone with his nonsense. What I’m getting at is that while this person is not good for me, he made me a better person. He made me realized who I am, what I want, and who my true friends are. For that I am thankful. He won’t even accept this, but that’s alright. I’m the most stubborn person you’ll ever meet.

Normally I wouldn’t write about any of this lovey-dovey gush stuff just cause that’s so 1990′s, but I had to make an exception. Because I have to honor this person that has made my life better, changed me in ways I couldn’t have imagined and helped me through thick and thin. They are my angel, helping me defend myself against my demons. For anonymity’s sake, I’m not giving out any names, but I’d reckon once they are reading this they will they who they are. For all anyone knows, I could mean more than one person. I know I said “they” and “my angel” but please just go with me on this one. I’d like to give my thanks to all these people without going overboard. I don’t want to bore you to death.

As for last nights post, I’m both terribly sorry for that and glad I wrote it. I hope that it’s strong and powerful enough to help people do this for their own selves, but not specific to one situation that no one else would understand. That is what I strive for, after all. To have people understand me based on their own experiences and hopefully help a few people along the way.

On a completely other note, I’m going on vacation with my family tomorrow morning. I hope to have time to share my trip with yall along the way, but the blogs will be posted in clusters, whenever I have cellular reception and can email in posts. These next two weeks will be different kinds of posts, I believe. Mixture of what all I’m doing, talking about the people I’m meeting, and the things I’m doing. Hopefully through me, you’ll want to go out and change your life, or even someone else’s. Travelling is good for you. It rounds out a person and grounds them in a way that can’t be put into writing. So try it. I tell anyone that asks, that I would give anything to be able to travel to all different countries even if it’s just for a little while. I’d like to see how others live and see if I can bring some of my traditions to them and even bring some of their’s home with me.

xoxo, the little birdy.

I was recently diagnosed with ADHD. And I don’t mean just ‘slightly’ ADHD. I mean, I fit every single symptom. Some more severely than others, but they are there none the less. Now, I’m not sure how much my readers actually know about this disorder. Long story short: I talk a lot, move a lot and my mind is always (I seriously mean always) racing. Switching from one topic to the next as I stare off into space and twitching some part of my body. Then you sometimes have the honor of being around when I add talking into the mix. I’m moving some part of my body, shifting my eyes restlessly, talking at top speed, all while continuously thinking about one thing then the next. My middle name might as well be Tangent. I’m so good at those.

I don’t know about you, but that was exhausting just to read. And I live this every day. It’s tiring at times, yes. Plus I suffer from insomnia most nights resulting in constant lack of sleep. And no, this isn’t a pity post, just go with it for a minute.

You might now be wondering why I’m telling you this. If you haven’t noticed this about me yet, then you don’t know me very well. And either need to get out of my life or pay a little more attention. Oh that’s another thing, I get distracted easily. That just happened. Top that off with forgetfulness, and I’m a complete mess. When I sit down to write a blog I have to commit as much as I can to it. Which is difficult. I have to force myself to stay on topic or else I’ll finish the blog with something completely different then what I started with.

That being said, don’t you dare say I’m unintelligent. I’m smarter than people give me credit for, just because I can’t memorize information that has no relevance to me and I randomly break out in song or run through a department store. None of that makes me stupid. It just makes me different. And I like being different. MUTANT AND PROUD (name that movie). [Note: When I call myself a mutant, I'm referring to my red hair. Since for those that do not know this, having red hair is a genetic mutation. A genetic mutation that makes me prettier than all you bitches. Don't deny. Jay kay. Sorta.]

A lot of the time I also forget what I want to say in these things. I’ll be staring at the wall, formulating the perfect witty sentence to start myself on a roll for the next paragraph then remove my eyes from the wall, prepare to type and it’s gone. Just gone. I have no recollection of what I wanted to say and I have to start over.

I think the point that I was getting to is that blog writing is easy and hard. Easy, because I can write and write and never run out of things to say, hard because it’s so difficult to stay on one topic for the whole blog. Better yet, it’s hard to narrow down where I should start. I have so many things to say and it’s impossible for me to decide what is most important and therefore, what needs to be said in my next blog. I hope that explains why I have random bursts of blog posting. I’m seriously going to try to keep it up. Cause this way instead of just talking to myself in my head, I’m at least doing it in a way that allows others to view the way I think.

I don’t mean to use this person as an example to be mean. I suppose this is one way I’ll actually know if they read it. But I just had this conversation. It went like this.
Them: I would hate to have ADHD.
Me: Please don’t say you’d hate to have it. I do have it. It’s not as bad as it seems when you live it every day. I’m not stupid. I’m not diseased.
Right. Well you don’t have it. Be glad. I don’t need to be reminded that it sucks. There are so many worse things that could be wrong with me though, so why not focus on the good?

So next time you see me make random animal noises to release energy or twirl my hair in a ridiculously fast manner, just smile and think “That’s my Robyn.” Because this is me. Hate it (me) if you want. But I’ve killed bitches for less.

xoxo, the little birdy.

Not going to go back on my word..

I promised I would post one of my lyrics that I write on my blog for others to read. Normally, I’m not keen on sharing these kinds of things. However I’ll make an exception this time. Mind yall, I don’t write music, just the words. It might seem like a poem, but please don’t call it that to my face. :) So for your enjoyment…

Frilly Little Dresses

My body hummed with each step you came near
My own hands absently running over my body so everything was neat
My eyes wild and bright but still clouded with fear
You walked closer while my eyes dropped down to my feet
Air caught in my lungs as your arms wrapped around me
But just as fast I relaxed and my breath flew free.

You call me the perfect girl
Cause I like cars and guns and football and beer
Most definitely not one of those girls that likes to twirl
In those frilly little dresses that are kind of sheer
A man’s kind of woman is what you called me
After spending the day with your parents and being approved by your family.

We hit it off instantly, having lots of things in common
If you ask me it was like a match made in heaven
So to any normal person that wouldn’t seem like a problem
We should have been soul mates and that was a given
So here we are, hand in hand
With silly little me not realizing I wasn’t part of your plan.

You call me the perfect girl
Cause I like cars and guns and football and beer
Most definitely not one of those girls that likes to twirl
In those frilly little dresses that are kind of sheer
A man’s kind of woman is what you called me
After spending a day with your parents and being approved by your family.

For a while we would talk everyday and then some
But slowly the dates got shorter and less frequent
I would mention it and you just make me feel dumb
Once I even thought since it was close to Easter you gave up dates for Lent
Next went the already rare texts and calls
There’s no way to stop the pain though, when your heart goes and falls.

You call me the perfect girl
Cause I like cars and guns and football and beer
Most definitely not one of those girls that likes to twirls
In those frilly little dresses that are kind of sheer
A man’s kind of woman is what you called me
After spending the day with your parents and being approved by your family.

You called me the perfect girl
Cause I liked cars and guns and football and beer
Still not one of those girls that likes to twirl
In those frilly little dresses that are kind of sheer
A man’s kind of woman is what I still like to be
But this time I’ll find the right guy once I set myself free
A man’s kind of woman is what I will always be
And if you’ve got a problem, you can suck it, cause that’s me.

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