I want to be the pink one!

My mother came to town this past weekend.  She told my friends, “I’m sure y’all could guess Emily was a sissy.” One, thank you Mom for blasting my inability to play in mud. And, two, I channeled my inner tom-boy by watching the Power Rangers, thank you very much. Not the high-tech version that my 13-year-old brother is accustomed to, but the version with the bad guys on a boat with a magic ball they could see through.

So, if I had the ability to bring my favorite childhood television show back, it would have to be the Power Rangers.  I would want to sit in front of the brown, old-school television my family had up until about three years ago and watch the awful acting of the colorful crime fighters. I would want to fight with my neighbors about what color I wanted to be (pink, of course). And, I would want make the “swoosh” noise as I fought the pretend bad guys on the commercial breaks!

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Oh the comments:

Comment one:

Author: Patty Feole

Title: My Favorite Places in the Boro!

Link: http://pfeole.wordpress.com/2012/03/26/my-favorite-places-in-the-boro/#comment-63

Comment two:

Author:Britni Ellison

Title: Welcome to the ‘Boro

Link: http://ellison2011.wordpress.com/2012/03/27/welcome-to-the-boro/#comment-69

Welcome to da ‘Boro.

Coming from a small town in southwest Georgia I am use to doing a lot of nothing. I’m use to riding dirt roads with no seat belt on and a Natty Light in the cup-holder of a red truck watching the dust clouds out the rear view mirror; I’m use to waking up to my daddy’s alarm going off at 4 a.m. to go fishing on a warm April morning; And, I’m use to walking into a bar getting a slap in the butt because someone is happy to see me.

Truthfully, there isn’t much to do in this tiny town. And, unfortunately, I don’t know any dirt roads that I would feel comfortable zipping up and down. Plus,  I’ve heard too many horror stories to want ride anywhere without a seat belt on (let alone a Natty in the center console.) My mother and father would have a heart attack if I called them to say A) I was arrested B) they needed to come bail me out and C) I was banned from Statesboro. I’d probably rot in the Bulloch County jailhouse before Greg and Kathy made that 180 mile drive.

Anyways, I would want my friend to come during football season; it is the best part of the year. The feeling that Statesboro gets on a Saturday afternoon is unlike any other. Standing in the stands screaming “Georgia SOUTHERN” with 16,000 of my closest friends warms my soul and makes me proud of my school. Getting all dressed in gameday attire to drink  beer out of a keg on Robinhood is something I think everyone should experience. Paulson (and the Georgia Southern campus) is too pretty not to want to show off.

Also, the sad reality is that if one of my friends came to visit me I would want to take them to the bar. Actually, I would want to take them to the bar on a Sunday because selling alcohol on Sundays is a HUGE deal here.  Then, I would call Shuttle Gus to come get us. Where else could someone say that a SCHOOL, of all places, sponsors a free, safe ride home after a wild night out at all of the bars in the Plaza. The bars aren’t the coolest, but they serve their purpose.

There’s really nowhere else I find really enjoyable or exciting. I mean, I wouldn’t take them to our Wal-Mart. Everyone and their mother goes grocery shopping everyday of the year (I swear that’s a fact.) Or the various fast food chains located all over the town.; if someone has seen one Burger King, they’ve seen them all. And I sure wouldn’t want to show our lovely Fast N Easy gas stations off, they are a little too creepy for me.

But, of course the first thing I would say when they got out of the car would be “Welcome to da ‘Boro!”

Picture from: Susan Butler’s Facebook page:

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Comments comments comments…

Comment one:

Title: What Would I Change from Freshman Year

Author: Collin Bryant

Link: http://collinbryant.wordpress.com/2012/03/20/what-would-i-change-from-freshman-year/#comment-64

Comment two:

Title: Freshmeat

Author:Kathleen Brown

Link: http://kathleenpbrown.wordpress.com/2012/03/20/freshmeat/#comment-54

Life after high school.

Going into my freshman year of college I was a lost soul. Like I said in a previous post, I was really at a loss of what I wanted to do with my life. While the majority of my graduating class was filling out admissions applications to universities I was cough up in my first love, the weekends, and my job.  Unfortunately, when the summer ended so did my first serious relationship and my carefree world. I was a heartbroken, lost 17 year old that had her parents on her case about the future and reality knocking at the door.

I enrolled in the local community college (which, by the way, was one of the best decisions I have ever made!) At Darton I learned a lot about the world I thought I loved.
My parents always told me that once I graduated high school my friends, interests, and life would change. Thinking I was invincible, I never listened to them, but looking back on it they were right.

During my freshman year I lost practically all of my high school friends. The same old high school, petty drama still circulated my group, some of them moved, and others were too engulfed in the past to worry about the present (let alone the future.) At first, the idea of losing the people that meant so much to me for so long really stung, but, now, when I go home and visit those friends are still in the same place I left them–stuck in the past.

In someway, I think being from a small town where everyone knows everyone’s business the past lingers for as long as it can; the football player will always think he’ll be on top and  the pregnant girl will always be thought of a the slut.

I learned a lot about myself that first year that I will never forget. I mended my first broken heart, met new people, and shaped the path I am walking now. I opened the door to reality, forgot the grudges of high school, and landed exactly where I should be.

Would I change anything? Absolutely not. I may not be proud of each decision I made, but those decisions have made me who I am now.

 

Blog comments for week nine:

Comment  one:

Author:Hillary Millard

Title: 10 Books Every Pro Should Read

Link: http://hillmill1.wordpress.com/2012/03/06/10-books-every-pro-should-read/#comment-44

Comment two:

Author: Sarah Russel

Title: 10 Books to Read

Link: http://sarahjrussell.wordpress.com/2012/03/05/10-books-to-read/#comment-53

Me, read?

How sad is it that I haven’t read any of those book on that list? (http://www.prdaily.com/Main/Articles/10997.aspx) Since I started college I haven’t had the time or motivation to read a book let alone 10 (and it’s actually more than that because some of them are in a series) in my leisure time. Pitiful I know. I have, however, read two of Chelsea Handler’s books. They are hilarious. If you haven’t gotten around to reading anything by her ya need to get to it! I knew I was going to like her when the first chapter in her book “Chelsea, Chelsea, Bang, Bang” was ‘When Life Hands You Lemons Squirt Them in Your Vodka.’ A woman after my own heart. Her accounts of childhood and adulthood memories are those that when you read them you think “I could so see that happening to Chelsea!” And I don’t even know her. They aren’t exactly relatable, per say, but humorous and such an easy read.

Several of the books on the list seem interesting, though. “Still Alice” seems like a tear jerker (the best kind of read in my opinion!) I’ve never heard of it before, but I’m considering reading it when I catch up with time. The “Dragon Tattoo” series also seems like a few good reads. I actually think there is a movie based on these book. And “The Hunger Games”…oh boy. I’m sure Amazon is out of stock. Ha! I’ve heard this new hit series is off the chain. Move over Twilight, The Hunger Games are coming through!

I honestly haven’t read a book for enjoyment in such a long time I don’t know what book(s) I would add to this list. “Lord of The Flies,” perhaps, simply because it’s such a wonderful tale of survival of the fittest, friendship, and the unknown. It reminds me of recently graduated PR (or any students) thrown into the real world. They either sink or swim.

Dream job blog comments:

Comment one:

Author: Sydney Brown

Title: My Dream Job

Link: http://sb03182.wordpress.com/2012/02/27/my-dream-job/#comment-35

 

Comment two:

Author: Kayla Tokars

Title: Dream Job

Link: http://kmtokars.wordpress.com/2012/03/01/prca-3330-dream-job/#comment-34

After all, you’ve got to do what you love and love what you do

This is going to sound cliché, but all through high school I never thought about my dream job, where I would be career wise in 10 years, or how I would achieve my life goals.

During high school, I dreamed of being a mama to several barefooted kids, taking care of a house, cooking for a husband, and being a house wife. Unfortunately, I haven’t found a good enough boy to marry (let alone have kids with), I can’t cook, and I’ve come to the realization that I am too independent to stay at home all day long. Power to the women that can do that without losing all of their hair.

After graduating high school absolutely clueless of what I wanted to do with the remaining 70+ years of my life, I sat down and started a list of things that I enjoyed. (After all, you’ve got to love what you do and do what you love!) My list consisted of writing, talking, and shopping. Then, a light went off in my head. Hello, why not be a journalist or PR professional?!

I graduated my first college (aka little girl college) with an Associates degree in Mass Communications and Journalism. Now, I’m working on a Batchelors degree in Public Relations. Then, I began thinking: What the hell am  I going to do with all of this?

Well, at first I was, again, clueless of what I was going to do. But, last semester in Intro to PR my classmates and I were going around sharing our professional goals. Some girl raised her hand and said, “I want to event plan.”

Thanks girl-whoever you are-because another light went off in my head and everything has started making sense.

My professional goal is to work for a chamber of commerce or an event group associated with a city (like Riverfront Savannah) and plan events for a community to enjoy.

How am I trying to accomplish this goal? Well, have you met me? As my roommates call me I’m OCE (Obsessive Compulsive Em). I like order, I’m lively, I love talking, and I love planning. To me, event planning fits perfectly.

Currently, other than praying that Riverfront Savannah will allow me to intern with them over the summer, I’m just calling Shuttle Gus making sure all of my drunken friends make it from point A to point Plaza, making sure there is enough wine and green beans at girls night, and that Channing Tatum is playing promptly at 7:10 in movie theater 4.

Time Machine Comments:

Comment One:

Author: Sarah Russell

Topic: Time Travel

Link: http://sarahjrussell.wordpress.com/2012/02/22/time-travel/#comment-39

Comment Two:

Author: Kathleen Brown

Topic: I don’t want to grow up, I want to go back

Link: http://kathleenpbrown.wordpress.com/2012/02/24/i-dont-want-to-grow-up-i-want-to-go-back/#comment-46