Travel Blog: Cross Mountain Trail head, Colorado ft. Lizard Head

Lizard Head Peak

There's nothing better than having warm, apple pie in the summer with some refreshing ice cream! I found a great recipe from pinterest, which I'll post below. I highly recommend this recipe - I followed it exactly, and everyone in my family devoured it in seconds (I'm NOT exaggerating here but then again my family LOVES food).

Recipe adapted from: http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Apple-Pie-by-Grandma-Ople/

Ingredients:

• 2 batches of pie crust (you can either make this yourself or get store bought, I got store bought)
• 7-8 small granny smith apples, peeled, sliced, and cored
• 1 stick butter
• 3 tbsp all-purpose flour
• 1/4 cup water
• 1/2 cup white sugar
• 1/2 cup brown sugar
• 1 heaping tsp cinnamon
• 1/4 tsp nutmeg
• 1 tsp vanilla

Book review: Susan Cain's book Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World That Can't Stop Talking

With me having recently graduated with a Bachelor's of Arts in English, I have gone out of town to escape reality for a while. It's amazing how stepping away from the constant stress of life and rooting yourself back to what truly matters can do for your mentality. All the anxiety I was feeling a couple weeks ago is -BOOM. Gone.

And it feels amazing.

With this newfound time, I have spent time hiking, doing photography, eating healthy, writing, and reading. I have just finished reading Susan Cain's book Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World That Can't Stop Talking. My professor had actually recommended this to me, knowing that I considered myself an introvert. And let me tell you, this book changed my life.

When I was growing up, my parents used to get concerned about me because I was super quiet and often times spent more time alone than with other kids. Thus, it often took me some time to make friends. They used to say I was "shy" or "had trouble making friends" when in reality, I just genuinely enjoyed spending time with myself. In fact, my parents often spoke to my teachers, to which my teachers would reassure my parents that in a few years, their daughter would break out of their shell.

I didn't.

In fact, my first year of college, one of my good friends from high school was concerned about me making friends. It was my 1st official time out of my parent's home, and she was making friends like crazy! However, she was an extrovert, whereas I was an introvert. I remember she used to make remarks all the time and basically made me feel weird or abnormal for not wanting to go to college parties to meet people. Despite me telling her that parties like that simply weren't my kind of atmosphere, she thought I was weird. One time she actually told me that, and, a bit irritated, I responded that yes, I took a while making friends, but I was about quality over quantity. I'd rather have a few amazing friends than 50 lousy ones.

Needless to say, she stopped bugging me about that since that conversation.

Sure enough, I was right. By my 3rd year in college, I had amazing friends (and still do) that I know for a fact will do anything for me. This is one example of how my personality of being an introvert affected the way people treated me, or how I thought people saw me. Cain's book is all about this misconception towards introvert individuals and how in our current society, we often coin them as weird, abnormal, slow - basically we label introversion as being an impairment and that we need to shed those aspects in order to be successful in our society.

This, Cain argues, is wrong.

This book seeks to empower individuals who can relate to issues introverts deal with daily. But Cain doesn't just focus on how the masses treat introversion. Rather, she empowers you - the reader, and refutes that your introversion is in fact not a disability but an asset. Ultimately, she contends that everyone is different; thus, everyone needs their own "settings" in order to thrive. If you're a scientist, for example, who prefers working alone in a lab, do it. On the other hand, if you're an energetic salesman who thrives with human communication, do it. But it is crucial for all of us to discover who we are and what environment encourages us to thrive and live a genuine life rather than merely conforming to what society deems as appropriate.

Some individuals Cain includes for example are Rosa Parks and Albert Einstein, who were both known as introverts. All in all, this book empowered me not to feel ashamed for my introvert tendencies but to use them for my own success and happiness in life.

Benefits of the Downward Facing Dog Pose: Yoga

Benefits of the Downward Facing Dog:

• Calms the brain and helps relieve stress and mild depression
• Energizes the body
• Stretches the shoulders, hamstrings, calves, arches, and hands
• Strengthens the arms and legs
• Helps relieve the symptoms of menopause
• Relieves menstrual discomfort when done with head supported
• Helps prevent osteoporosis
• Improves digestion
• Relieves headache, insomnia, back pain, and fatigue
• Therapeutic for high blood pressure, asthma, flat feet, sciatica, sinusitis

Source: https://www.yogajournal.com/poses/downward-facing-dog

Benefits of the Camel Pose: Yoga

Benefits of Camel Pose:

• Reduces fat on thighs
• Opens up the hips, stretching deep hip flexors
• Stretches and strengthens the shoulders and back
• Expands the abdominal region, improving digestion and elimination
• Improves posture
• Opens the chest, improving respiration
• Loosens up the vertebrae
• Relieves lower back pain
• Helps to heal and balance the chakras
• Strengthens thighs and arms
• Improves flexibility, especially in the spine
• Stimulates endocrine glands
• Releases tension in the ovaries
• Stretches the ankles, thighs, groin, abdomen, chest, and throat
• Cures constipation
• Tones organs of the abdomen, pelvis, and neck
• Complements overall health and well-being

Source: http://www.cnyhealingarts.com/2011/01/11/the-health-benefits-of-ustrasana-camel-pose/

Hurricane Harvey 8.27.2017

Hi all!

I hope ya'll are all well and enjoying the end to your summer, which of course alludes to school starting but also Fall starting - which is my favorite time of the year. You've got Halloween, pumpkin spiced desserts, cool weather and cool nights, scary movies...I mean, what could be better?

This summer has been a very memorable one so far for me. I took a summer class for the first portion, and then for the second, I had an amazing opportunity to study abroad to Scotland and take a Shakespeare course and Scottish crime fiction. But this post isn't about how amazing my trip was - trust me, for that I will elaborate much more later.

By now, if you are living in the United States, you have most likely heard of Hurricane Harvey which struck the Texas coast this past Friday evening. A week prior to this, it was just a tropical storm. I had returned from Colorado, from a family vacation, Wednesday night only to find that this so-called tropical storm had progressed into a hurricane. The next day, as I had finally returned to my apartment after two months of travelling none stop, the news confirmed that Harvey had progressed to a category 3 storm and had the potential for being a category 4.

By that point, I was planning on staying in Corpus Christi because my brother couldn't leave, due to personal reasons. I figured we outta all stick together. But after hearing about Harvey's potential, I was able to convince them to come with me to my parent's house, which is about an hour drive north of Corpus. I figured that would be safe, since it was at least 50 miles inland.

For those of you who aren't familiar with hurricanes, they surely can be forces of nature, and the categories given are truly imperative. According to the Saffir-Simpson scale, category 3 hurricanes have winds that range from 111-129 mph. Here is the description to a category 3 hurricane according to the scale:

Devastating damage will occur: Well-built framed homes may incur major damage or removal of roof decking and gable ends. Many trees will be snapped or uprooted, blocking numerous roads. Electricity and water will be unavailable for several days to weeks after the storm passes.

On the other hand, category 4 hurricanes are catastrophic, with winds ranging from 130-156 mph.

Catastrophic damage will occur: Well-built framed homes can sustain severe damage with loss of most of the roof structure and/or some exterior walls. Most trees will be snapped or uprooted and power poles downed. Fallen trees and power poles will isolate residential areas. Power outages will last weeks to possibly months. Most of the area will be uninhabitable for weeks or months.

Long story short, after staying at my parent's house for roughly 40 minutes, my father called (he is currently in Colorado still) and demanded us to go to San Antonio, which is of course more inland. My older sister who lives there had been calling us relentlessly, threatening to drive down to get us before the storm hit. Thursday evening we all packed up again, with four dogs, and left on a 3 hour drive to San Antonio on a Hurricane evacuation route. The entire trip was surreal. Everyone was in a frenzy. We stopped by the grocery store to find no water, no bread, only a few canned goods. Most of the gas stations we went to were out of gas.

But, finally we made it and settled down. But when Friday night rolled around, man, that was eerie. The news about the hurricane had escalated. The winds were already raging. I found out after unloading that I had left my laptop at my parent's house, which has all my work for capstone and all my creative writing - basically my life's work. Things were essentially not looking good in the coastal city I had called home for years. Seeing videos of people capturing the wind and almost black skies, with the hurricane approaching, was so surreal. To see places I had been before. To see businesses that treated me well. To see familiar streets.

I could barely sleep that night. My eyes were practically glued to facebook. We had drinks - liquor and some wine. We laughed, played video games. But our minds were all elsewhere. We all kept thinking to ourselves, am I going to have a home to go back to? A job to return to? A school? 

The Texas A&M University-Corpus Christi campus is right on the water. It's notorious for being an island of its own. Above all buildings in the city, that was going to take the greatest fall, I told myself. And the news stations kept saying that Corpus was going to take a category 3 hurricane (or even a potential category 4) face on.

But what still rings with me now, something I'll never forget, is this. Some young men were videotaping a live account of Ocean Drive in Corpus before Harvey made landfall. The waves were already crashing against shore, the hurricane imminent. The young men stopped when they noticed a woman sitting under one of the gazebos. One went out to warn the woman about the storm and the surge that would follow, that she was in a very dangerous location. He told her they could take her to a shelter. She was homeless. But all she said was, "I'm right where I want to be."

That Fridat night, Harvey hit Texas at a staggering category 4, and it had shifted to mostly hit another city called Rockport straight on at its peak intensity. The results are staggering. For the people who didn't leave, many lost their homes. I read online accounts of people whose houses collapsed on them. The photographs taken in the aftermath are staggering alone, but I cannot imagine what those people endured that Friday night.

I spent that night awake for the most part, on my phone. Where we were in San Antonio, we never lost power; we never got a drop of rain, really, until Sunday afternoon. But I kept thinking about my apartment. My home. My school. My city.

My home.

Hurricanes are forces of nature, as I mentioned. And for those of you who may have the conception that Texas was ill-prepared, that isn't the case. We were informed the entire time, but storms like this develop spontaneously. As I mentioned, about a week ago, it was only a tropical storm. It wasn't even mentioned in conversation. But now, it's destroyed many people's homes and many peoples' way of lives. Just go to google and search for Hurricane Harvey. It's still affecting places like Houston as I'm writing this, with immense flooding; it's still causing tornadoes to form.

So, if you'd like to help with disaster efforts, there are plenty of organizations who are offering aid to those devastated by Harvey. I will list a few for examples for you to look at, and I encourage you to pray for those in Rockport and Houston, or Texas in general, who are enduring the aftermath of Harvey, and I also encourage you to reach out and help. Things like this can change someone's life in a day. I know it's changed mine, and I wasn't even there. I have an apartment to go back to. I have a job to start. But for others, that's all gone.

For those affected by Harvey, my heart goes out to you. I will pray for you; I will pray for those in Houston, for those in Rockport, for business owners in Corpus Christi or Victoria or Port Aransas. This is a time for us all to help each other and come together. I thank God for the thousands of National Guards who traveled to the coastal cities to help with survivors and to help stop looters. I thank God for H-E-B, Texas' favorite grocery store, which gave out water bottles and other provisions to those who needed it, as soon as the storm brewed over, and who also worked endlessly before Harvey made landfall. For those living in places like these right now, I encourage you to go outside and help someone in need. If you can't do that, I encourage you to donate to those who truly need it.

How to help Hurricane Harvey victims: 

Coastal Bend Disaster Recovery Group
Texas Diaper Bank
Coalition for the Homeless
Global Giving
Austin Pets Alive

All I Ever Wanted

All I Ever Wanted

8:34 PM

“We have to wait half an hour before taking another one!”

“Screw it—I declare it to be half an hour right now!”

It is the summer of 2015, and my parent’s living room is filled with whoops and hollers. Nobody refutes Jaxie’s rebellious break to the rule we all set a couple hours ago. We outta take it slow. We’ll take shots every 30 minutes and mixed drinks in between, with minimal vodka or rum—your choice.

I trail right behind my best friend Ashley’s heels, my cheeks flushed with the warmth spreading throughout my body, which isn’t only coming from the drink held loosely in my hand. It’s also coming from you holding my other hand, and not once do I let go. I catch myself glancing over my shoulder occasionally, as it to check for myself that you are still indeed there.

“Take it slow my ass,” Trevor mumbles across the kitchen as everyone piles around the granite island counter, where Jaxie messily pours everyone a generous shot. I reluctantly release your hand as I set my mixed drink down and pick up the warm glass of peach-flavored vodka. I look at all the faces around me, and I feel myself beaming. I love all these people. And I’m so happy that you’re here with us, to share memories that we’ll hopefully never forget.

It's been way too long since we’ve all gotten together again. It reminds me of high school. Being a sophomore in college, that time seems ages ago. Each time I look in the mirror, I’m reminded of how much I’ve physically changed since then. I’m over my semi-gothic phase: the heavy eyeliner, the dark clothing 24/7, the countless trips to Hot Topic. I’ve also lost a significant amount of weight my Freshmen year in college, so I’m no longer that girl who’s incredibly self-conscious of her body. I’ve still got curves, of course, and my thunder thighs, but as Meghan Trainor said, it’s all about that bass! And of course, whoever said high school is the best part of your life is debatable. So far, I like college immensely more than I did high school.

My eyes catch your dark brown ones as I swivel down the vodka. Around me, everyone whoops and hollers again, breaking off into warm-hearted laughter. Trevor makes his way back outside, turning the music back on with his phone. I hear the familiar thumping pop tune of Primadonna by Marina and the Diamonds through the thin walls of my parent’s house. Without them, this place seems so quiet. Or maybe it’s because we’re so loud. It doesn’t matter that we are; nobody can hear us since my parents living in the middle of nowhere. They’ve gone to their cabin in Colorado for vacation for a week, so I’ve got this entire house to myself. I fully intend on making full use of my time here.

You hold my hand again, and I immediately move closer, remembering how just over a year ago, you asked me to be your girlfriend in this very same room. The butterflies I feel fluttering in my stomach are nowhere near as intense as they were that day when you kissed my forehead, but that’s how I prefer it to be.

All I ever wanted was the world

I can't help but I need it all

The primadonna life, the rise and fall

9:25 PM

I have a new friend. It’s a bug, and I think it’s a he, although I’m not too sure. I’m also not sure what kind of bug he is, and although I’m not a huge fan of bugs, I’m not afraid or repulsed by them, either.

I’m crouching on the cold tile, vaguely hearing loud voices come from the backyard, where the pool is. But the bug stays there, right in the middle of the lines from the tile. Is he staring at me, too? Or is he too scared to move? I wonder what it’s like, to be that tiny in such a gigantic world. What do I look like to him?

“I’m not going to hurt you, little fella,” I murmur gently. “Would you like to go outside? Being inside isn’t all that great. Besides, the party’s moved out there!”

Fetching a piece of paper towel, I gently ease the bug onto the top and curl it like a small canoe. Then, I gingerly walk to the back porch and open the glass door. A naked Jaxie runs by me, and Ashley laughs from her place on the bench. We’re most likely both thinking the same thing.

How much you wanna bet Jaxie won’t actually do it?

Yet, she climbs into the hot tub stark naked, where Trevor and Sam wait inside. As I set down my new friend, I wonder where you are until I remember you went to get us pizza because when I’m buzzed, pizza is the best thing in the entire world, and except for Trevor, you’re the only one fit to drive anywhere because you refuse to drink.

“Hey,” Ashley’s voice sounds closer than I realize. When I straighten up, I see that she’s stripping out of her shirt. “You coming or what?”

“You know it,” I say with a crooked grin, already tugging on the hem of my purple shirt that I got once at a Renaissance Festival in Michigan with the words Damsel during the day, a wench at night! written in bold cursive over the front. As I manage to pull it off, I hear a low crunch where my feet are. Confused, I peer down to see the twisted remains of my friend.

“Sarah!” Sam’s voice carries from the hot tub. “C’mon. We’re playing truth or dare!”

10:55 PM

I feel hot despite the gusting winds of South Texas and me being waist-deep in pool water. I take a messy sip of vodka straight from the bottle before passing it to Sam, who takes several gulps.

You’re sitting next to me, but for once, I’m barely aware of your presence. The hot tub’s water is ironically cool and refreshing. My family hasn’t gotten it to work for the 10 years we’ve lived here. Maybe one day, it will. Or maybe not.

Only time can tell.

Someone winds up dropping the bottle, the pool water tainting the alcohol. But it’s the same color, so we continue passing it around. The world dips and spins, and I cannot stop smiling. Vaguely, in the background, I hear Trevor’s low music playing on his phone—the same song from earlier.

You say that I'm kinda difficult

But it's always someone else's fault

Got you wrapped around my finger, babe

You can count on me to misbehave

11: 25 PM

The world dips and spins, but not in a cool way. I can’t walk straight. My knees are banged and bruised from having the brilliant decision of jumping in and out of the pool. You’re holding my hand again, leading me down the hallway. We walk into the room I grew up in, and I instinctively glance over, expecting to find 20 pairs of eyes from One Direction posters peering back at me. But I only see a plain, white wall.

I remember how it was here, in this very room, where you said something so beautiful to me that it rendered me speechless. Or the time you gave me the handwritten note with countless ways to describe how you felt about me. We pass by my full-length mirror; I still recognize myself—my hazel eyes, flushed cheeks, and your tall stature. I’ve always loved your height. I felt like we matched like two puzzle pieces. That’s something that hasn’t changed.

You and I hold so many memories together. So many special moments. I want to make more, but not like those. Not as serious. I want us to be happy and carefree. As we lay on my twin-sized bed with your arms encased around me, I think to myself can you hold me?

The world dips and spins, but not in a cool way.

Side-to-side, up-and-down.

I can’t feel my lips, so I can’t feel you kissing me.

I’m suddenly so very tired.

And I'm sad to the core, core, core

Every day is a chore, chore, chore

When you feel of a whole more more

I wanna be adored

11: 45 PM

You’re not holding my hand. You’re holding my wrists above my head. Your hands are no longer warm but cold. Your touch is no longer gentle but demanding. Your smile is no longer friendly but malicious. I’m no longer giddy but scared.

I don’t know what’s happening.

I’m quickly reminded of the time you grabbed my forearm and drug me out of the theatre during One Act Play practice and into the empty dressing room, where you shoved me against the wall and pinned me to it. I remembered how tight your grasp was—my skin bruised later from it. Then you demanded to know why I was giving you the cold shoulder. I didn’t say, but I had been avoiding you because we were done and you wouldn’t leave me be. You were like a constant shadow, following my heel wherever I went. It creeped me out. But I’ve never heard your voice like that before, or seen the darkness in your eyes until that very moment. What happened to the sweet guy I rode the Ferris wheel with at the Jim Wells County Fair? For the first time, I felt afraid of you. Trevor, Ashley, and my other friend Jasmine banged loudly on the door, calling my name. Your lips moved rapidly. I couldn’t move. How did I forget that weeks later? You say sweet nothings, though your actions speak otherwise. And that’s all they are: sweet words with no authenticity.

And here, I can’t move. Not only because of what you’ve done to my wrists, but because my body is rendered incapable of moving properly. My head swims. Everything is numb and cold, so unlike before. My lips move, but I don’t know what I’m saying. Whatever it is, you have no reaction. You continue doing what you do.

I know why you refuse to drink. You told me years ago. So why are you doing this? Why do you find me in this state arousing?

Why aren’t you just holding me?

I don’t want this—I want my arms to be free—I want you off me—I feel like I can’t breathe—I don’t want you touching me. Not like this. Not as I am.

Primadonna girl fill the void, up with Celluloid

Take a picture, I'm with the boys

Get what I want 'cause I ask for it

Not because I'm really that deserving of it

12:35 AM

As I watch your truck disappear from the caliche road, I’m reminded of that day—the week after high school graduation, when you walked through that front door and left. But I feel nothing. You never did walk through the front door after that, until earlier this evening.

There is no in-between, I think to myself as I trudge back to the pool, seeing Sam and Trevor sitting on the side, deep in a conversation, and Ashley and Jaxie laughing about something. There are no transitions. This is all going by so fast…am I crying?

1:30 AM

I’m sitting in my parent’s bathtub with my knees pulled to my chest, sobbing. Beside me, Sam is telling me the story of Harry Styles and his pet chicken, which of course isn’t real. Normally the story makes me feel better when I’m drunk. But not this time.

My stomach aches and churns. I can’t get your face out of my mind. My wrists ache from your belt. I’m so tired. I don’t want to get sick.

“I promise you won’t throw up,” Sam tells me.

“Don’t promise her that,” Trevor says, crouching next to me with a towel in his hands. “She’ll feel better if she does, anyhow. C’mon, Sarah. It’s time for bed.”

The next day, everyone leaves by the afternoon, leaving me and Ashley to my parent’s house that is in the state of a disaster—the empty vodka bottles lying around on the counters, the peach-flavored one outside by the hot tub, empty pizza boxes littering the tables, and empty plastic cups discarded everywhere I look. I’m thankful my parents will be gone for another four days because it’ll take a while to clean this up. We’re quiet this morning, each exhausted and speechless from what happened last night.

Jaxie had thrown up this morning outside by the pool. When my mother called to ask whether I was feeding the dogs, I glanced out the window, saw one of them lapping at Jaxie’s remains of pizza, and calmly replied, “They’re eating great.”

For lunch, we drive into town to get some Dairy Queen. As Ashley pulls into the drive-thru, I send you a text.

Why?

I gaze out the window with hardened eyes as Ashley recites my order. It’s been a long time since I’ve sat in this drive-thru. And just as I’ve remembered, this Dairy Queen takes forever, despite us being the only ones here.

Each time I close my eyes, I see one scene and one scene only despite all the other muddled ones. You and I, in my childhood room.

From my lap, my phone vibrates.

Why what?

Why’d you do that when I was that drunk?

I told you to stop drinking. It’s not my fault you wouldn’t stop.

“I’ve got to hand it to Trevor,” Ashley mumbles when the familiar pop song comes on the radio. She leans forward to turn up the volume. “This song is catchy as hell.”

'Cause I'm a primadonna girl, yeah

All I ever wanted was the world

I can't help that I need it all

            I’m suddenly furious, my neck starting to turn red as well as my ears—my Irish blood boiling. My hands curl into fists. I want to throw my phone out the window. I want the images to be erased. I want to take back the night before. I want to never see you again.

            As the drive-thru opens with the employee handing out our drinks, I’m looking up the Texas state laws regarding legal consent.

            The Issue of Consent under Texas Law: Even when no force or threat of force is used, the defendant knows the alleged victim has not consented and is unconscious or physically unable to resist.

            He probably doesn’t know, I think to myself. That if someone is intoxicated, especially to the point where I was, they cannot give consent...but ignorance doesn’t excuse anyone from the law.

            As I take my first bite of the crispy, warm French fry, I remember a memory with my grandfather on my mother’s side of the family. I don’t remember what led to this conversation, but I’ll never forget his words. I always thought he was being paranoid and had an attitude about people. But the older I get, the more I realize how wise he truly is.

            “As a Pacific,” he told me, referring to my mother’s maiden name that was passed along his Italian mother’s side, “trust nobody except family or yourself. People will steal from you. Cheat you. Some people will knock you outta the way to get what they want, no matter how nice they may seem. So don’t give ‘em a chance to do it, you hear?”

            Ashley and I are driving back to my parent’s house, with a red Chevy truck going 55 miles an hour in front of us—25 below the legal speed limit. Typical rural Texas driving behavior. Ashley’s hands tighten around the wheel, her knuckles going pale from the tension. I look at the text again.  

            Was it my fault? Did I have too much to drink? I can’t remember what I said in my bedroom. I know how I felt, but did I properly vocalize that? I was wearing jeans and a t-shirt, but then we all went skinny dipping. Was that an open invitation for him to do what he wanted? Was I asking for it?

            Is it my fault?

            I never did text you back. And you never did text me back, of which I’m thankful for. It’s taken me years to come to this understanding, and it’s one that, like the memory, I will never forget. No matter what a woman is wearing, she never deserves being sexually invaded without proper consent. No matter what a woman says, it is not proper consent to touch her how you want when she’s intoxicated with alcohol. With a woman being in that kind of state, you are taking advantage of her. To this day, it boggles my mind how you even wanted that when I couldn’t even speak coherent sentences. It’s cowardice, I’ve told myself. And total lack of respect. Unfortunately, as a society we teach people not to wear certain clothes or not to drink too much, and instead we put the blame on the victims. We don’t spend enough time telling people to respect one another and treat each other the way you’d want to be treated. I did not ask for what you did to me. You were completely sober, and I was utterly drunk. You knew exactly what you were doing.

And as a Pacific, I will give nobody the chance to do that to me ever again. I hear you, Grandpa. Loud and clear.