Read

Some books simply change your life. Others, the words just go in one eye ball-filtrating through the next- stinging the brain only for a minute; with whatever imagery supposedly took place, in the authors mind. Writing happens this way. Many times when words come into perspective they just are unable to get out on paper, for whatever reason. Right now we'll just name this the eye ball-filtration-not stinging the brain enough to make it all the way through the arm onto the paper-dilemma.

This is most computer prominent for me. Technology being the devil. My spirit desiring to be free, training my mind to live without the clicks the keyboard is creating just now. While reading these books that change my life this always happens.

Thank you Paul Coehlo! This was a reflection following the Zahir.

Howling

Picture this:

Human beings howling at the moon. The cheer moon light brings is striking. Surrounded by darkness, only the light in one anothers eyes lifts the shivers from spines quiverring away in fear.

Victorious!

Fantastic. Amazing, quaint, feelings right now. Today was victorious. Both teams, Eagles & Victorious Secrets, whooped butt!!!

Eagles, 2-1 against Cayman Buzz.. geez were those new silky looking, 100% polyester, vibrant orange jerseys, really the ticket to encourage them to rough up their game!!! But, we still won!

Muah ah ahhh...

"Victorious Secrets," lost only one game from four. The "Spanners" don't stand a chance next time, when we play them, they will be smashed!!! Like little mosquitos, scrambling around, anxious for a blood donation, SMASH!

Suspected

Believe it, or not, but most things on this list are unexpected... and commonly used!!!




Top 5 Suspected Everyday Carcinogens in American Cancer Society's Scary New Report





This is one crazy article!!! Please do read!

Fargo

Well, here it goes. The big question that most people are probably assuming I am doing this to become famous.

The truth is I just want to be well known for something that I can do well. Fame is not always just that. Fame these days can be so much more. I am also wanting to do this climb for inner personal, spirit, and struggle I am tired of dealing with. I need to open up, I need to go public, the mere thought that any life lesson experiences that wouldn't be shared for people to add to the knowlege bank is unbearable. Just like cancer.

Worries keep me going, whether anyone would care to admit whether worries have any effect on motivation, to me, they do. I worry so much it probably isn't healthy. I also make positive things from negative things, so often, that the whole worrying turns into a healthy wash.

Questions need to be answered. I have been being asked by friends, all sorts of things, and talking isn't good enough for me anymore. This experience needs pure documentation. This life is worth living, fighting for, or atleast my mom thought so one day when she decided to have me.

Giving up her youth, opportunities, friends, and in many ways everything that meant anything to her at the time. She was forced to grow up way earlier than me now. I was fortunate to grow up young, act like a child, grow up, act like a child, growing up again... wink wink...

What do people always say? How many childhoods can you relive? In my head I think I'm on number four, I probably won't be going to childhood number five now until retirement. There's another thing, retirement. Noted, to make a blog on that.

Body & Mind

The game drew away from my mind, as soon as, I realized how entirely exhausted I am.... Can't sleep, signed my blog as a letter...

This week, in fact, this past while where my inspiration has returned; it is really taking a toll on my mind and body.

This feels like love.

Strange love.

I'm nervous.

Scared.

Jittery.

Uncomfortable.

Mostly I just want to set my mind free from all this, but it is weighing so heavy at this point. Almost turning into a dead horse.

And don't get me started on dead horses.

On my seventh birthday, I fell down a giant flight of steap stairs and knocked three teeth out. That Christmas my Grandma and Grandpa bought me a horse by the name, Star, he was a rescued horse, that was about twelve years old.

Now, kids... don't get the idea to throw yourself down any stairs for a pony. When I'm telling this story, it is out for a lesson here. If I wouldn't have attempted at being such a "know-it-all" at the ripe age of seven, wandering down the Holiday Inn stairs: a baton in one hand, and a shopping bag with presents in the other.... I may have gotten matching ponies to ride with a friend. When I was a child I spent tons of time with grown ups, granted I wouldn't trade it for the world, but I craved to be with other children just like me.

Let's just say there were few.

In my opinion there are few people like me, I consider my network to consist a good portion of those people. Although, sometimes I wish I could find the time to manage it better. In the recent days I've come up with the fact that my hands hurt from writing so much... and I need an assistant.

Ha ha... right.

I don't know. I have so many doubts. I need advice. I'm really attempting to reach out in so many directions, but at the same time I feel like solitude is my best option right now. Isolating, and then arriving fresh on Monday.

Cocooning the inner most spirit, then arriving like a butterfly in a sunlit paradise. Thank you paradise for finding me. Thank you friends and family for supporting me so much. Thank you Thank you Thank you... I don't even know where to begin to say how gracious I am. For the time that has been donated, so far, to those I have met here in Grand Cayman, Cayman Islands, BWI.

Word of the day is still Enterprise, and Redemption Climb could really go GLOBAL.

Unity needs to happen in the world today, or else... I have no idea what could happen, and generally I've always been a good "weather" forecaster.

Twenty-five years in experience watching the news/weather. Well with a few rests inbetween, but you know what I mean.

UGH, this key board hurts my wrists.

ok, complaining...

END

Abandonment

Before I was ever born I was abandoned. When I was born I had a brown spot on my face that the doctor said could be cancer and it should be removed.

My grandma refused saying that tradition was always told that they were known as BEAUTY marks.

Growing up it was watched very closely, still to this day I am skeptical that cancer survives in my body. Perhaps though it is the universes way of putting stars on a map, although it is just on my body.

Today, I had a very big, important, meeting. Large and in charge I found myself come 4:30pm. I even left work today without my motorcycle helmet I was so confident, rode about a block, realized it... and had to go back in a panic rush that I was going to be late.

Remind me to address the being late subject soon.

I have been abandoned by the male species of human many times in my life. More times than I can count to be exampled. My estranged father to whom I've never met. Probably the reason why every year come my birthday I find it unbearable NOT to cry.

Although many years they have always been happy tears, I have received the large and in charge curse of high tensity emotions. Increasing my spirituality, maturity level, and every other hormone in my body as it would be encouraged in a man.

I am not a failure.

I am a writer
These are affirmations I repeat to myself daily. I write when I have fury. I write because all my life I have never understood how supposedly the same species of human could abandon it's baby for a new life with whom ever, which ever, or where ever else was more important at the time.

Babies are special

They create soo many possibilities that the human eye cannot explain. Today I, myself eye witnessed the fascination with the same universe from which all creation is made. Life.

I myself witness miracles every day.

These are more affirmations I tell myself.

To all of the people who are privately reading my blog, I commend you on antagonizing the panic in me.

The panic that possibly no one cares about what I am doing. The panic that possibly life is irrelevant, everything is OK how it is, and it should be left that way. So be it.

Remain private. Every one's life is private isn't it?

Well not mine. My email account I discovered was hacked into twice within the last month. I am encouraged by this fact that for some reason my life is soo important privately that someone wishes to remain invisible.

I pride myself towards the fact that not only do they think my life is important, but so do I.

I am not conceded.

I am real

These are more affirmations I tell myself.

Growing up I remember having very adult conversations with my family. I remember my first modelling experience. Crying saying that I didn't know how to smile yet. I remember how traumatic it was when I looked at the picture and realized I wasn't smiling at all. I had no teeth my mom said. From that day on I always showed my teeth in every picture.

Now, I'm goofy.

A whopping almost twenty-five years old and I am still goofy.

Geesh.

I have a soccer game in fifteen minutes to play with the EAGLES!!! I love the fact that my indoor team here in Cayman is called the EAGLES... BECAUSE...

When I was in the 7th grade, that was the school mascott. I always wanted to be a cheerleader. BUT, I did track instead. I hated running, but for some reason I was possessed into thinking that perhaps what my mom did with her middle school career was what I should do cause she said she was good at it.

Now, I wish I would have done cheer leading... BUT NO... not true because while I was in track I met some of the coolest, most awesome, best est girls in the world.

Karen (Sista Sunshine), and the twins Jenn & Sarah right bells right now ... facebook keeps us networking.

This is all for now.

I must prepare myself for this make up soccer game. GOOOO EAGLES :)

PS. I apologize for the un edited blog I will check it when I get home. Keepin' it raw, keepin' it real, keepin' it RADICAL...

Always,
B

Admittance

Ok Ok Ok, Soo... I will admit it. I had writers' block, and it was bad. I was in heavy denial, and still managed to write. Saying I was going to write every day helped, but now I am actually writing more like twenty times a day!! Fewf...

Tears, sweat, the whole five yards...

Anyways, it's gone now. I love writing again, and it makes me happy. YEEEEHAW.

Ok, so. Start.

I googled "Redemption Climb!"

Did you know...

RED DEAD REDEMPTION CLIMBING Appears!!!!!!!!!

Ahh... Need I say anymore!?

SCCCCARRRRRRYYYY!!!! Ahh yea, so bbbasicallly. . . It's a violent southwestern video game, and well. . . I'm not keen on the name. . .

If this does start to soar I will make it a point to approach them, and take the DEAD part out... I will proposition that they simply change the DEAD to NED... Meaning NED from NED THE DEAD for all you WISCONSIN readers :)

AND

Finally

Name the video game Red NED Redemption Climbing... LMAO ALLL DAY ; )

Enterprise

Word of the Day is....

ENTERPRISE.

My new way, thinking, that possibly this may become a Cayman tradition.

Crimson

Beauty comes in so many different forms.

Life is truly a gift

Puzzle pieces surrounding us.

Every Living Thing.

Crunch

People have asked how training is going, to climb this monstrous mountain, and I reply...

"Going to as many physically active events as humanly possible, you know, the usual."

Sigh... continue, "running, biking, dancing, swimming."

However, what I don't really mention is my intensive lack of commitment to just one. Lately, finding that singling out just one activity preposterous.


Not only biking, running, dancing, swimming, jump roping, weight training, but also obnoxious spontaneous living room movement with a stability ball. Boy, is my sciatic nerve soar today. Although, it could be from swinging the kids around like torpedoes. Gosh, how they love that.

Do you remember as a child being in the grocery store saying hello to the lobsters? I had a recollection today that just awed my memory. So much, that a twinkle returned, to the eye shot view spectrum, intertwining life with all creation.

Survival

Yesterday I was coaching Natalie with a few pointers about riding her flaming, mini-magenta bicycle, with butterflies. Exactly how my mom & grandma chanted at me, when I was in mere frustration, just as soon as, I came to a complete rolling stop, after so much leg work to get going...

I reiterate the following in the best 'choo choo' voice I could muster... "Natalie all you have to do is say .... I think I can, I think I can, I think I can, if you say you can't chances are you won't!"

To sum it up, "Chugga Chugga, Suga Suga!!"

She grunts in frustration, that at this point, I'm not even paying any attention to her direction. Not even joking, true story. Less than ten minutes later she cruises over, takes off her helmet, and in one big gusty breath sighs... "Brittany, I'm ready to ride with out pads and helmet now!!"

This beam lit child struck my heart with gold at that moment. Sleep disabled as I am at this moment, I find a blog to comfort. Natalie received that flaming, mini-magenta bicycle, with butterflies for her third birthday after returning home from Canada. By December, she was wheeling it all around the place, she rode to both mommy's work and daddy's shop, practiced going over bumps in every direction, and even showed up her older sister on the bravery scale who is six years old!

I'm just putting this out there, but I'm a firm believer that she will be riding with no training wheels by the time she's four.

Balance

I am pleased to share that so far, the balance raised is now $1,263.40! Meaning I have only $8,736.60 left to raise!! The Ultimate Frisbee Tournament was held on Monday, July 5th, as planned. It was a great success and I hope to arrange another one in the future. Perhaps with more time in between for advertising that way more spectators can take interest.

Huge thank you to all who participated, donated, and spectated- it was truly a "first time tournament" to remember! Congratulations to the Sandy Snatchers who won first prize (a certificate for Stingray Sailing + 1 guest), second prize team "B.M.F" also known as the "Bad Motha F****Rs" (Pirate Ship Sunset Sail), team Black won third (Captain Soto's Boat Charter). Every other team did receive a prize for participation. Total there were six teams.

Other prizes included ice cream from Dairy Queen, Miller Lite swag, sporty beach gear from Sports Supply, and many raffle prizes from sponsors such as: LIME, Island Ink Tattoo, Out of the Bluez, DQ, Passions Lingerie, Cayman Go Karting, and more! A very special thank you also goes out to DJ Flex for providing a speaker with microphone, with out that it would have been a quiet afternoon.

The next event that is officially on calendar is Spin Splash which was rescheduled due to weather conditions. It is my goal to accomplish this list in the next week, also checking over the weekend with a few people about some options for the future events.

* Mezza Brunch- August
*Abicus Wine Happy Hour - Undetermined Thursday
* Allure Monday Night Benefit Mash Up
* Billy Bones BBQ - August 21st
* Schedule dates, contact speakers
* Confirm dates

Fingers are crossed as I am now registered in the Coyote Ugly competition, the grand prize could really set me ahead for travels in September! An airline ticket to either Tampa or Miami!!! My face is now almost fully healed, still a bit tender but for the most part healed.

Today I went diving for the first time in a while at Eden Rock. It was one fantastic sight, ranked among wonders in the "diver's world." Silver Sides appear seasonally by the millions! Swimming every which direction you can possibly imagine being completely surrounded by these living creatures. I also met a very interesting woman today who will be helping Redemption Climb giving motivational speeches at a selected event! Her name is Kimberly from Life Success, and I am thrilled to share she is very enthusiastic about helping. Spent a good day with great women diving down, down, down... After this week things are looking up, up, up!