Laidback Youth

Most people today ate kind of up tight and a little to annoying with the things that are going around the world. There is a small amount people in the world who just take life as it is and just adept to it instead of those who try to ignore or fight against it. Now there is no problem fighting for what you want but you gotta have to chose your battles because nobody likes a idiot who likes to start stuff. Its a little hard of choosing to know what is the right way and wrong way because the outcomes can be good if you choose the wrong way or bad if you choose the right way. Worrying about it wont help because there are so many moments in life that it is so ridiculous. Just take life one step at a time because yes the good guy always finishes last but he has also lived a awesome carefree life filled with love, family, friends, and the list counties. As always stay awesome and stay FABULOUS!!!!!!!!!!!!

Unexpected Plans

We all have been through when plans have changed due to one person or thing that has caused it. The most important thing is how you recover from that and if the opportunity comes up again, what will you do different. Dwelling in the past has its pros and cons but its good to dwell on the past for a few mins because you cant change the future if you focus on the past. People are also half of the equation because friends are hard to find and keeping a friend is half of it too. Keep moving forward to accomplish where so many have fallen and yes its going to be a really hard, unforgettable path but it will be worth it at the end. Also relationships are best fitted when you have a control or stability in your own life. As always stay awesome and stay FABULOUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

How Stuttering Affects Your College Education

This guest post is brought to us by Heather Jensen who is in association with Utah State University For many people who stutter, it begins between the ages of 2 to 4 years. Many of these people will then outgrow stuttering by 7 to 8 years of age. About 1% of the population, or about 3 million people in the United States alone, however, will not. While stuttering is not curable, it is manageable, and should never stop you from following your dreams, such as furthering your education. Instead, when it comes to college, you should learn how to work with your stutter, stick up for yourself, and to even embrace your stutter.

Be Prepared and Prepare Others

For most everyone, college is an exciting yet scary time, filled with a new environment, new people, and a new, often larger and more stressful workload. While stress and nervousness is not a direct cause of stuttering, it has shown to aggravate it for some people. Recognizing that such a big change may exacerbate your stuttering at first can help you prepare for it more. One way to minimize the pressure and anxiety that comes with stuttering is to let others know that you stutter up front. Trying to hide your stutter by avoiding certain words or by avoiding conversation altogether can be exhausting. Letting someone know that you stutter not only prepares the person, but is also a bold step that gives you the ability to deal with it on your own terms. Plus, you will usually find that most people in college are from all walks of life, and will have a higher level of maturity and acceptance.

Advocate for Yourself

Not every class you have will be a lecture with hundreds of students. Some of your classes may be smaller and discussion-based. In these particular classes, discussion participation can be a large part of your grade. Instead of taking a grade cut or trying to avoid these classes, speak to your professor. Introducing yourself to your professor can be a good idea regardless of your situation, but simply letting them know that you have a stutter, that it is not a big deal, but you may need some extra time to convey your thoughts, can assist them in understanding your situation. Some majors may require a Public Speaking credit. Many universities will offer alternatives for students who need it. Speak with your advisor about your concerns and options. You can also often find resources from the Communications Department if there is one at your university. You may even wish to speak with your university’s Disability Services.

Seek Out Support

Many universities offer opportunities for therapy at discounted or even free rates for students. You can also seek out support from others who live with stuttering, through groups like the National Stuttering Association (NSA), FRIENDS, local support groups, or possibly even groups or clubs through your university. The NSA has found that people who participate in support groups report fewer negative effects of stuttering, more successful speech, improvements in self-confidence, and more positive attitudes about speaking and stuttering.

Embrace Your Stuttering

Instead of allowing stuttering to discourage you from attending college, use it to get into college! Using your experiences with stuttering as inspiration for your application essay can help set you apart, and gives you the opportunity to express how dealing with stuttering has shaped you into the person you have become today.

Heather Jensen

Heather Jensen

Biography of guest writer: Heather Jensen is an Audiologist and Clinical Assistant Professor for Utah State University.  She received her Doctorate of Audiology from Arizona School of Health Sciences in 2004.  She has been an adviser for the student academy of audiology organization at USU for 11 years.  Before coming to USU, she owned her own private practice, but decided she wanted to give back to the field of audiology by teaching students.  When she’s not working she spends time with her four children, she also enjoys doing hearing related humanitarian missions.

The Road Traveled

The Road Traveled

We’ve made promises that we didn’t think through,

We’ve said things without thinking them all the way,

I wish I could turn back time,

But you know that the past is behind,

I wish to correct my wrongs,

To turn them into rights,

To allow compromise,

Instead of fights,

I wanted to help us grow together,

Instead of falling like a feather,

I’ll still be here no matter what.

– James

Adapting and Growing

With things happening in the world, there are huge changes that has happen that will change society. Some people are lije the spectators, they dont agree nor disagree but just watch and never give anyone their opinions because they want to see what will happen. Now there is people who are activist who will take action for either good or bad. Its a little odd of how I think about it but weirdly it connects, and through out history this has proven it self tons of times. The only thing is to keep doing what ur doing and feel free to do what you want to do because life is open for change, you just got to take that first step like a key to a door. As always stay awesome and stay FABULOUS!!!!!!!!!

Battle of Union Gap: Texan Initiates

First Texas Infantry

Photo Source: AllensCreations

 The bright sun blinds you, the tall grass brushes against your sides, and the smell of gunpowder overpowering your nostrils till they became nullified. This was the Battle of Union Gap.

Our brutal battle started off as all others did in 1865, bunch of soldiers sitting around a campfire (though in broad daylight) and cleaning their weapons. But before I get to the gruesome details let me back up for a moment and just say this two-day event was over father day weekend, which is a special time for fathers and sons to bond and make memories with each other. Well we sure did that with the 1st Texas! A few of my friends were talking to me and said, “Hey want to join first Texas?” So my Dad began talking back and forth with the commander and my friend, and soon enough we reached an agreement. That agreement was that we would be able to attend at least one of the battles on Saturday, with the possibility of us staying the night however since my Dad works second shift we weren’t able to. Enough present day language, let’s go back in time to 1865!

First Texas

Photo Source: Charlotte Wigfall

There I was, dressed in grey. I felt very proud and humbled wearing the uniform, the same one they wore not too long ago. After having a moment of reflection in myself, I was awoken by the sound of the brigade, “Form up boys form up!” I hear quickly getting into place. To my right I could hear the infamous Cotton, keeping us calm and making us giggle as we approach the rest of the brigade. You know for a fact that the other companies don’t have nearly as much fun as we do. There we were lined up by our respected companies, awaiting the orders to move out. Soon they were given and we moved out, along the tree line making an odd U-Turn in front of the tall grass. Reminds me of the cornfield…. Flashbacks aside we couldn’t help but realize the sun bearing down on us, so we retreated to the shade, waiting for the Yankee line to appear from their hiding spot.

The Battle of the Cornfield

Photo Source: Photobucket

After several naughty jokes, and a futuristic doo-hickey that took a photo of you but didn’t have you stand in the same spot unmoving for two to three minutes took several shots of all of us together. I then got the feeling that we were about to march. The good flag was flown over us, everyone trying to give it one last grasp, as they knew it was gonna be their last. “Forward march!” cried the company commander. The first Texas followed suite and were ride beside Mississippi, then we saw the Union Marines. Many of us laughed seeing it foolish that a few marines could take on a whole brigade, we quickly routed them off and they went running with their hoop skirts back to their brothers. Once they were out of sight we could see several Union companies trying to flank us, this was my chance to prove to these battle hardened Texans what I was made of. “Front rank kneel, rear rank step up!” my Dad and I being in the rear rank did just that and open fired a murderous volley, taking several of the Yankees to their graves. The order was given to move to the right at the double-quick, and boy did we know why, the cavalry was flanking us. We high tailed it to our flank, then a shot rang out from the cavalry officer’s gun, our commander was hit. With blood pouring from his mouth he ordered his replacement to drive back to cavalry and flank the enemy. Confusion and disarray over the loss of our commander made even I frozen in our place for a moment. Then the confusion turned to anger as I loaded my musket and let out a boomer of a shot, knocking the cavalry officer clear off his horse, landing with a resounding thud on the ground. Satisfied I turned to where my other men were and engaged the Berdan’s to our front, “tree frogs” we call them on account they hop out of the grass then hop back down.

We pushed forward now against the brunt of the Yankee line. Shot after shot was traded back men falling one by one, I discovered to my horror that both my Dad and I were out of black powder, then the Yanks shot and ripped me apart holes appearing on my chest as I flung backward, dead even before I hit the ground. My Dad turned around to look at me then he too went down. I could hear the battle in my ears as I lay in the sun awaiting my time to come. The cannons stopped bellowing, the shots stopped firing, and the women of the dead went out to claim their husbands and sons in this bloodbath on the fields of the gap. All I remember was my boys cheering after the battle ended, least my sacrifice wasn’t wasted as I drifted into eternal peace. Going forward in time to 2015, I must say I had a blast fighting with the Texans. After we came back to camp we gathered in a circle, and the three new recruits were inducted by tradition. Our right palm out which received a full cartridge of gunpowder, the left cupped water. After this we were told to rub our hands together really hard, then spread it all over our faces. The pictures followed, we were now Texans. I tried washing my face from one of the nearby spigots, and managed to spread it all around my face. I was now the modern-day version of blackface, Cotton got a good chuckle when he saw my face. Don’t worry, pictures will be at the end of this post with our “initiation” faces. The Texans are a family unit, who doesn’t believe in bureaucracy or shun members who can’t come to an event due to other obligations.

This unit is my new home, and I’m proud to now say I’m a Texan. If you or anyone you know thinks the Texans are the reenacting unit for you, you can come join us at one of the events found here.  Did I forget to mention your first reenactment, is totally FREE? Yup, we have loaner gear and weapons for all if you want to try it. If you have any more questions you can visit our Facebook page, or go to the WCWA and look at the contact information for “1st Texas Infantry”. Hope you all had a wonderful father’s day weekend! – James References (pictures and video):

  1. AllensCreations:
  2. Charles Florin
  3. Charlotte Wigfall:
  4. Photobucket:

Wonderful News

The title suggests something more extravagant, such as a baby on the way or something that makes you spit coffee (or tea) out your nose. No mine is just about grades from college.

Ever since I turned in my math final to the secretary, I’ve been nervously checking my school’s “Check My Grades” tab to see what my course grade was. After chewing the nail on my right pinkie I saw it. I FLIPPING PASSED MATH CLASS!!! Sorry still dealing with the excitement coursing through my veins. I know everyone talks about, “I just got blah on my math test, well that was easy”. For me honestly I wished I could just look at a test or quiz, scribble the answers down, and carry on with the rest of my day. That’s not the case with me, tests and quiz’s cause me anxiety and stress but this year its been a little better. I’ve been doing my breathing exercises, and listening to classical music the night before a test (which really calms me down). For the first time in forever I passed all of my math tests which used to be the toughest mountain I had to climb, always taunting in its sheer magnitude and sharp angles. However, on this day, June 6th, 2015, I passed my math final and can now relax and finally get back to reading my new book that my Dad got from a work friend.

I apologize for not posting a whole lot on this site, I have some draft posts that I’ve written over these past few days, lots of them are poems which I’ve noticed have disappeared for quite some time. Well you’re in luck, they’re coming back! Have a wonderful summer everyone enjoy the sun!

– James

One Step At A Time

Progress is very slow for most people. This requires you to literally change yourself for better or worse, but its a option like everything in this world. Most know that bettering yourself is the key to have a easy going life but at the same time there are obstacles that come in are way that screw us up. Some think this is just stupid or boring but its true in every way. This is right in front of us 24/7  but again you have the choice to look or just ignore it, and keep doing the same old. Change is both a intimidating and encouraging thing to say to someone. No one else can change you but they can help you with progression. As always stay awesome and stay FABULOUS!!!!!!!

Every End is an Beginning

This is a very popular saying and is used in alot of films and video games. Its a true statement that has always been proven to be right through out history. Its a force of nature that cant be stopped and its both good and bad but it also depends on how you look at it. Society is proof of this and it also goes hand to hand with adapting with the new times. Obviously people go against this method because they think its unfair that thr y dont have total control of there life but its all about adapting and those who cant get use to the times are left in the dust. Its similar to stuttering becs use once you stutter you got to get use to it and you cant complain about it because it is now apart of your life. You just got to fund a way to cope with it and find some good in it instead of looking fir the negativity. As always stay awesome and stay FABULOUS!!!!!!!!

Battle of Deep Creek – Battle Hill and the Forest of Shadows

Last Saturday was the Battle of Deep Creek, known as the Battle of Spokane. The battle itself was held at Medicine Lake, which is close to the Eastern Washington Hospital. My family and I were staying at O’Sullivan Sportsman Resort over in Moses lake, which is a good two-hour drive from the battlefield. We decided that we would do both of the battles on Saturday since it was a three-day event. So there we were getting ready at 7:10 in the morning to prepare ourselves for war, putting on our wool uniforms on and shoes getting into our horse-drawn carriage (Mitsubishi Outlander). Fast forwarding approximately two hours, and we arrive at our destination where we begin walking up to the main camp.

Photo Credit - The Battle of Deep Creek

Photo Credit – The Battle of Deep Creek

As we arrived at the main camp, we heard loud cries for help, “Quick call 9-1-1 *insert name here* just got stomped in the middle of his back by his horse!” I glance up the hill to see a Calvary officer on his back with several people around him, with his horse off to the side looking at me and back to his owner. We then continue on our way to our unit, and find they’ve all massed into a brigade awaiting orders when several messengers come flying close behind us telling the other brigade staff (those who decide who wins or loses a battle) what happened. Upon receiving the news of a man being stamped by his horse in his back, several re-enactors with red fabric on their arms rushed to the scene. After they rushed on down one of the members on the brigade staff rebutted the messenger saying, “I can’t be bothered with this…” The response shocked me and I nearly fell backwards. I’m all for portraying historical persona’s, provided they aren’t stand offish but you should be disbanding your assembled brigade and helping the poor guy! Alas, he sent his men on their way to battle. Politics.

After recovering my jaw from the ground, we went over to our unit commander who we were told got relieved of command for the upcoming battle. So we quickly made sure our leathers which include; ammunition, canteen, cartridge box, caps, and our belt were all secure before we followed the route our brigade took. Turns out they were all sitting under some shade about 40 yards from where we were.

Welcome to Battle Hill

Photo Credit - St. Louis Post-Dispatch

Photo Credit – St. Louis Post-Dispatch

We began marching towards the enemy and as the confusion and chaos began to show its face, much like at Fort Steven’s. The frantic shouts resonated over cannon and musket fire. Laying round after round into the Yankee line proved ineffective, as only one Yankee went sprawling in a heap of limps as I shot him square. What we didn’t realize is our company kind of started to retreat, and our commander quit the field so then the real panic struck me. My dad got hit to my right falling down I then proceeded to play dead and wait for the Yankee line to come to me for a surprise attack, just then my guardian angel came in the form of a medic known as Betty told the Yanks, “Don’t you lay your hands on this one” the Yanks passing by replied, “Yes ma’am” She then gave me a wink and helped the other wounded tying dyed bandages on their arms and giving them jellybeans to heal them. I then staggered to towards the Yanks rear, only to hear the sound of taps being played meaning the battle had been concluded. Drat and I was so close!

Forest of Shadows

Photo Credit - Nelleke

Photo Credit – Nelleke

The evening battle was a surprise attack. Our plan was to send half the regiment attacking the Yank line on the bottom of the hill, while the remaining foes through the tree line to pinch the survivors and drive them back. A classic pincer movement. After traversing through the trees, and witnessing the carnage happening below us with units charging and repelling one another, we finally made it. Using the cover of the trees and our Texans’ provide cover fire we formed our battle line and made haste towards the enemy, little did we know we were in the path of a cannon. A plume of smoke followed by screams and shouts as I and most of my company fell in a pile of contorted corpses.

Upon seeing our obliteration the Texas drove at the cannon crew and killed them, reviving (tap on the shoulder) and men they were in arms reach of. As I was flying through the clouds metaphorically speaking, my Dad says, “Hey James, get up lets drive em back more” I then proceeded to get up and the camera that I’ve been recording the entirety of the battle, falls off. The only way I realized it had fallen off was when I went to grab a cap, and there was no camcorder, so the mad search for a small black camcorder in a pile of tall grass began. Like my dad said, “Like finding a hay in a needle stack”. Our brigade drove the survivors back to camp where they surrendered and laid down there arms, all the while I was running around like a mad man trying to find my camcorder. I enlisted the help of my nearby comrade’s, and by some stroke of luck one of them found it. After a thousand blessings to him, we walked back to our unit where they were waiting for us to begin the gun salute. Since I was preoccupied with my camera we got little jests of,”Those boys are taking their sweet time” to where a man who goes by CB said, “James, boy hurry up” with a smile. We then get into position and fire a unified volley, before marching back to camp. The marching must’ve jostled my camcorder loose again, because one of my comrades picked it up and handed it back to me.

The battles were over, the dead counted and buried, and the survivors reminiscing in memories and sharing moments of jubilation. The start of the reenacting season has begun.

– James