Accepting the Liebster


Hi everyone! I was nominated for the Liebster Award by The Melodrama Effect. She has a great blog so check it out! Also, this looks like a fun award to accept so thanks for the nomination!

These are the rules: 

Thank the nominator and post a link to his/her blog
Display the award on your blog
Answer the eleven questions provided by the nominator
Include eleven random facts about yourself
Nominate 5-11 blogs which have less than 1000 followers, and tell them about it
Prepare eleven more questions
Post these rules on your blog

These are The Melodrama Effect’s questions for me:
1. What do you love about yourself? (Trust me, you won’t sound arrogant)

I love that I am generally a positive person. I see the best in people and try to make the most out of bad situations. I also know how to use chopsticks and that’s pretty cool.

2. How would you describe your best friend?

I have between three and seven best friends so now I have been placed in the awkward position of deciding which of them is my favorite person.  This is virtually impossible because I love all of my friends dearly. I’ll go with someone who means a lot to me and who I got to know really well especially last year.
She is beautiful and smart. She knows me better than anyone and still loves me. She is encouraging and inspiring. She has a great sense of humor that most people don’t get but that sends me into spasms of laughter. She loves God and strives to glorify him with her life. She is real and vulnerable but also manages to stay positive and smiling even when she’s going through a difficult time.  She doesn’t love herself enough and she is the strongest person I know. I am blessed to know her.

3. What’s your favorite childhood memory?

One winter it snowed in North Carolina. I was probably like four or five years old and it was my first experience with a major snow. We had a lot of fun so I remember it very clearly. It snowed two feet and coated the trees and bushes. The world was a winter wonderland. My dad made the lid of our turtle sandbox into a sled and pulled us through the snow. Our cat, Mishi, followed us by leaping from one of dad’s footprints to the next. We made snowmen and angels and had snowball fights. I don’t like snow now, but it was fun back then and I have fond memories of it.

4. Favorite and least favorite subjects in school?

My favorite high school subject was English because I love to read and write. My favorite in college was my Intro to Social Work class because it was really relaxed, fun, and interesting.
My least favorite high school subject was physics cause it was right after lunch and I sucked at it. My least favorite in college was statistics because it was super boring and I learned nothing.

5. What’s your favorite holiday and why?

Christmas is my favorite because there is so much meaning in the holiday and I also really enjoy the festivities and exchanging gifts.

6. What do you want to do most, right now, at this very moment?

Hug my boyfriend because I miss him.  Or go to Europe maybe. Or both.

7. What’s one thing you never leave the house without?

My cell phone. I think most people would say the same. Sometimes I leave without money or a drivers license but I feel more lost without my cell phone. It’s sad.

8. What movie would you recommend to anyone?

The Princess Bride. I basically have it memorized because I love it so much. It can be watched every month by children from 1 month up to 120 years old. This movie could fall under many different genres so it appeals to almost everyone. It is quotable and hilarious and I enjoy watching it to this day even though I’ve already watched it a million times.

9. What’s your favorite food-and-drink combination?

Coffee and coffee. It’s what I have for breakfast every morning and I cannot live without it.  I also enjoy steak and water or tea and anything else.

10. What’s one thing you wish you were good at? 

I wish I could longboard like a pro.

11. Why do you blog?

Because it’s fun and one of my summer goals was to start a blog.

Eleven random facts about myself:

  1. I am an awkward nerd. I like Doctor Who and weird music and I do/say stupid stuff and hope to God that no one noticed. See my How to Be Socially Awkward post to become me.
  2. My mum thinks I’m hipster, but neither she nor I knew what exactly “being hipster” meant until I met my hipster boyfriend.
  3. I have two cats, two dogs, and three horses. Once upon a time I also had a llama, a donkey, four birds, and twenty million inbred rabbits.
  4. I am a junior Spanish and sociology double major and I have no idea what I want to do with my life.
  5. I wash my hair with conditioner cause it’s healthier than shampoo.
  6. I hate needles.
  7. By the time I was thirteen, I had moved eight times and lived in four states.
  8. One of my life goals is to travel the world after college. (See my bucket list for more life goals.)
  9. I play the guitar.
  10. I love all music except for country, heavy metal/screamo, and annoyingly overplayed radio singles. Here <— is a list of some of my favorite songs.
  11. I am going to Chile for fall semester abroad in fourteen days. *internally freaking out*

My Nominations:

Bored of Compromise 

Just Missie’s Blog

Unresting Sea

Inadequacy Killed the Cat 

Maja Malmcrona Wrangstadh

The GLORYwhole: My (Gay) Christian Life and Beyond

The Unnecessarily Necessary Music Blog

Unsane Beyond Sanity 

Picture :: Happiness 

We Fall Laughing 

Coffee Write Repeat 

And my eleven questions:

  1. If you could visit any five countries in the world with no time or money constraints, where would you go and why?
  2. What inspires or motivates you?
  3. How would you describe yourself in ten words?
  4. What is the craziest or awesomest thing you’ve ever done?
  5. What is your spirit animal and why?
  6. Do you remember your dreams? If so, what was your weirdest dream?
  7. What is your favorite band/song/genre of music?
  8. How would you describe a perfect day?
  9. Do you prefer cold weather or hot weather? 
  10. What are you most afraid of?
  11. What do you love more than anything else and why?

Thanks again to The Melodrama Effect for the nomination and I’m looking forward to hearing from the people I nominated!

God bless,

~ debs


You Look Like a Llama!

“You look like a coffee-drinking llama!” said my sister to me. Um, thanks? I think…

Yesterday at my family reunion, my aunt brought out a plastic bag full of Honduran souvenirs to give away. I spotted the poncho, said, “Whoa! A Poncho!” and tried it on. It is so soft and pink and it fits me so nice. Mum said I could keep it so I did.


This is me attempting to get the perfect poncho-selfie angle but only succeeding in making my forehead look ginormous.


I’m still not sure why I look like a llama though… I mean, I guess I’m wearing a poncho probably made of llama or alpaca wool.  Maybe a I could be a llama herder when I grow up!?


Speaking of llamas, I used to own one. His name was Oreo and he was black and white and very tall. At first, he was super cool and gave us little kisses when we put our face near him. We had a miniature donkey at the same time. His name was Brighty, and they were best friends. Brighty was very intelligent. He always watched us saddling up the horses, and decided that he wanted to saddle up Oreo. He found a tiny little rug thing and spent hours and days trying to get it onto Oreo’s back.

One day we came home to find a very self-satisfied little donkey and a very dejected looking llama. Bright had finally managed to get the thing onto Oreo. He was so proud of himself!

Unfortunately, Oreo grew up into an adult male llama and got dangerously dominant. He jumped on people!  The last straw happened one fateful day when my mum was leading him from the pasture to the barn. He charged her and knocked her down. She got a dislocated shoulder and still has problems with it to this day!

He also spit on me. I might have cried… 😦

So we sold Oreo and Brighty to a nativity scene.

That is the story of my llama.

And now I own a poncho.

Miss Posy

When I was eight, my family moved to a little house right outside of Atlanta, Georgia and Miss Posy was our neighbor. At 96 years young she was as sweet as Southern tea and not as fragile as she looked.  Even though she was tiny and wrinkled, she moved quickly and gracefully with just the slightest hint of a limp. She had soft white curls to compliment her bright smile. The casual clothes she always wore were ideal for gardening and for making a body feel comfortable and at ease around her.

Spring wildflower nosegay in a vase

(this is not my photo; I Googled Posies)


I first met Miss Posy at the garden gate. Several days after we moved in, my siblings and I were playing “Narnia” in the back yard.  As usual, I was Peter and Aslan (because I was the oldest and the wisest), my sister was either Edmond or Susan, and my little brother was Lucy. Naturally, since Lucy is a girl, we dressed our poor brother in a cute green dress that was patterned with tiny colourful flowers. He took it in stride, and played the part perfectly.

We chased each other around the yard for a while, laughing, giving dramatic monologues, and ordering each other to act out this scenario and say that line as children like to do when playing make-believe. That went on until Lucas ran up to the fence that divided our yard from the neighbor’s, put his hands on the metal rail, and peered through at the old lady who was watering her flowers and watching us with amusement.

“Hi! I’m Lucy!” my little brother beamed up at her.  She smiled back at him, amused and apparently unperturbed by the four year old boy in a dress. In a lovely Southern drawl she responded, “That’s nice! I’m Miss Posy.”

She appeared to be harmless, so my sister and I emerged from behind the tree and ran over to the fence. We made a new friend that day.


Miss Posy’s house had rooms full of knickknacks, toys, and useless pretty things; trash to most, but treasures to Miss Posy and the neighbor children she befriended. Two days after we met Miss Posy, my siblings and I were in the yard pretending to be lions. Miss Posy came out of her house, smiling knowingly and holding her hands behind her back, and padded across the grass pathway between our houses.

“Children! Come on over here I have something for you,” she called to us. We ran over to the gate and she held out her hands to show us three treasures. She gave my brother a superhero action figure, to my sister she gave a tiny doll-sized china tea set, and for me she had a necklace. The pendant was a carved metal arrowhead that held a Native American currency coin. I kept that necklace for years and wore it constantly until the sock monster got tired of eating socks and decided to try eating metal instead.


My mum takes a nap every afternoon. Unfortunately, Miss Posy had a dog; a little yappy mutt that looked like a mop. And every afternoon during mum’s nap time an old man would come out with a wheelbarrow to weed Miss Posy’s garden and clean up her yard. Miss Posy’s dog would yap at him incessantly. After several weeks of not sleeping during nap time, mum got pissed. One day she was at her wits end and she prayed that God would “make that mutt shut up!”

The next day, we saw the little dog dead in the wheelbarrow and the old man was digging a hole.

We all felt sad for Miss Posy, but mum said, “Be careful what you ask for, cause God just might answer your prayers!”


In the Spring the trees bloomed and the birds began to nest. A robin couple built a home in the tangled branches of a bush in our front yard. Mrs. Robin laid four beautiful blue eggs in that tiny nest. Mr. and Mrs. Robin would take turns sitting on the eggs and my family would watch the changing of the guards from our living room window. Soon the couple started bringing back worms and we peaked into the bush to discover four tiny little fuzz-balls.

Miss Posy was a crazy cat lady. She had at least five of them and they ruled over her house, her yard, and her neighbor’s yard. One day we heard a royal ruckus in the front yard. We ran outside to see a black cat tangled in Mr. and Mrs. Robin’s bush and millions of birds swooping and dive-bombing the offender, screaming at it to leave now and never come back!

Mum promptly joined the screaming birds and yelled at the top of her lungs, running at that cat and waving her arms like a windmill. She scared it so much that it finally managed to free itself of the bush and went streaking across the yard towards Miss Posy’s house.  By that time, Miss Posy had heard the noise and was making her way over. When she saw what her cat had been up to, she grew livid! As the cat ran past her she made a swipe at it, missed, and yelled, “Yeah you better run you devil!” She came half-running over and we insured that the babies were unharmed. They were fine, but Mr. and Mrs. Robin were understandably agitated. Miss Posy apologized to us and the birds for the disturbance. A few days later, she informed us that she had locked her cats in the basement until the babies took wing.

I sort of felt sorry for the cats, until that proud day when I watched from the window as Mr. and Mrs. Robin taught the juniors how to fly.


I went inside of Miss Posy’s house once, shortly before we moved again to be closer to Dad’s work. One blisteringly hot afternoon the old lady invited my mum and three siblings over for tea and a chat. The living room was small and cozy, and had a wealth of random things hanging on the red walls, cluttering wooden shelves, and sitting on the carpeted floor. Along the wall was a long sofa with a quilt hung over the back. The room smelled of flowers and dust, and three cats could be seen in hiding the shadows and stalking haughtily between the furniture. But perhaps the most prominent feature of the room was a red armchair positioned across from the sofa and in front of a large window draped in red curtains. The effect was that most of the room was dimmed in a friendly shadow, but the armchair was illuminated by the light that streamed in through the window.

I took all of this in as Miss Posy led us into the room and invited us to sit on the sofa. She brewed the tea and settled into the red chair, swinging her legs up over the right arm and resting her back against the left. Miss Posy and Mum talked about this and that while we sipped tea and listened. I don’t remember specifically what the conversation consisted of, but I do know that I saw an old Southern lady with a young heart and I wanted to be like that when I grow old.


People’s lives are like lines that cross and intertwine. Some lines touch at a point and never meet again, sometimes they cross and intersect several times. Occasionally, lines will meet and run along together or two will encircle each other until the end.  But sometimes the most precious memories come from the lines that run together for a little while and then drift apart.

Every person you encounter plays a small role in making you who you are. Some play a bigger role than others, but the special ones leave a lasting impact with a word, a smile, or five precious memories of make-believe, treasures, life-lessons, a cat, and a red armchair.

Occasionally I associate people with colours.  Maybe it’s because of her warm spirit, her name, or maybe it’s the armchair, but Miss Posy’s colour is red.