Every head I've had the pleasure to have known.

Project 2,966 - Carrie B. Progen

2011-08-31T11:36:00.002-04:00

I saw the post for Project 2,966 and became immediately excited. I knew I must do this. I must. It is my duty to participate. I have, as many do, a kinship to the Big Apple, a love that goes unrequited and deep, a love that never lets me down when I get the opportunity to visit, that has the capacity to bring tears to my eyes when I see my skyline in pictures or movies. I have, as we all do, a

(Epic.) Elevator. Explosion.

2011-08-03T18:13:00.001-04:00

Seriously. I was eight. And, in all my 34 years of living, I don't think I've ever been witness to anything so dramatic, scary, or mind-boggling... I present you with the letter E in the ABCs of your home state blogfest. I love sports, playing them. I like to think I have a natural ability to play. I am not really the kind of person to sit down and watch sports on television. (I do like to go

Small towns, I mean, Villages (part 1)

2011-07-27T12:13:00.003-04:00

I say part one because I'm sure there will be more. Towns under 3000 people make up 89% of Nebraska. That's a lot. I am from one. But, apparently, based on that percentage, so are most other people in Nebraska. The total population of Nebraska is under two million people. That isn't a lot. I currently live in a city with more people than my home state. That is bizarre, and kind of hard to

ABC Blogfest of my Home State - A, B, and C

2011-07-20T19:02:00.008-04:00

Once again, I’m late for the party. I’m late for everything. Even dinner. I have been catching up on my blog-reading, and saw that Alex posted has something about another A-Z blogfest...and since numb hands kept me from completing the last one, I thought I should give this one a go. I mean, seriously, lightning rarely strikes in the same place, right? We'll see what happens just after letter L

Independence...and Stealing from Small Children

2011-07-04T10:55:00.007-04:00

Today is the 4th of July. I’m sure that means something. Independence. Freedom. Gratitude for all we have in the United States of America. The pure luck of being born in a place without all the oppression and complete rule our founding fathers sailed thousands of miles to escape. Wait...sailed? They didn't just get on a plane? No, and they didn't sail on luxury cruise lines, either. This was

For the 9 Millionth time...He did NOT kill John Lennon...

2011-06-29T14:51:00.006-04:00

...Mark David Chapman did. But, there is a website that says he did. They even have a little book proving all their, um, cough, *theory*, cough. I post the link because I find it humorous and rediculous. I think you might, too. These people even have a van with their website painted on the side. That's how I found out about them, in New York City, on John Lennon's birthday, headed to

I'm doubl-ey writing!

2011-06-23T09:30:00.000-04:00

Here's a quick note to let you know I have started another blog. Not to replace, but to add to my writing. It will highlight my kitchen and the happenings that take place there. As many of you know, I have really enjoyed this journey of learning to cook, and taken several pictures. I have also had a difficult time expressing how much this process has meant to me, what I have learned. So I

Back in the Saddle Again!

2011-06-17T12:20:00.005-04:00

And the rest of my ABCs...(condensed, of course...) Picture it: Atlanta, Georgia, April 15, 2011... I’m sitting innocently at my desk, a stack of paperwork in front of me. I long for the paperwork to be over. For the day, Friday, to be over. I am methodically going through the stack while wondering how I can write a blog on my chosen M word, excited that I have been keeping up with the ABC

Hating Like

2011-04-14T09:01:00.005-04:00

Slam poet Taylor Mali wrote a poem in 2005. I like it. Totally like whatever, you know? In case you hadn't noticed, it has somehow become uncool to sound like you know what you're talking about? Or believe strongly in what you're saying? Invisible question marks and parenthetical (you know?)'s have been attaching themselves to the ends of our sentences? Even when those sentences aren't, like

Kinky. My word in 7th grade.

2011-04-13T11:37:00.007-04:00

Kinky - (adj.) quirky or eccentric. I love this word. I have since I came across it all those years (YIKES!) ago. Quirky or eccentric...all in five little letters. It seemed perfect! I used to have this habit when I was younger of looking through the dictionary at random to find new and interesting sounding words. Two years later, I eventually read the entire thing. I also had a habit of

J: When I balk at writing, it must be of the honest kind...

2011-04-13T10:20:00.004-04:00

I love to write. Obviously. I always have. It’s something that comes naturally and easily. I write stories. I write poems. I write lyrics. I even think story form most of the time. So, what does this have to do with the letter J? I hate to journal. Journaling is, um, real. It is directly attached to feelings. And has a purpose. It is writing for the sole purpose of an outcome containing

What's in a Name?

2011-04-11T23:41:00.002-04:00

“Mary Poppins, is that your name? It’s lovely.” I have heard that so many times. Ok, it’s actually, “Ivy Bliss, is that your name? It’s lovely.” Yes. Ivy Bliss is my name. My first and middle name. I tend to just go by that, my last name is difficult to spell – not because it is hard, but because it could be spelled in so many different ways, due to phonetics. Also because when people see it

Make Love Not War...with the letter H

2011-04-10T18:50:00.001-04:00

I’m a hippie. I always have been. I believe in peace, love and happiness. I flash peace signs. I listen to rock n roll from long ago. I am obsessed with The Beatles. I relate and feel something in their music. Paul Simon can send me into a trance. I love everything about the 60s and 70s. The bell bottom jeans, the revolution, the freedom. I would have given anything to be at Woodstock. I

Green.

2011-04-10T18:22:00.003-04:00

I haven't posted the last two days for the A-Z Blogfest. The days just got away from me. So, without further ado, G (Friday). Green is my favorite color. It always has been. In all shades, except bright lime green. Some think it is because of my name. Some think it is because it’s where I come from. Some think it is because of nature, because of the trees I used to climb or lay under and

FOOD! Oh, glorious FOOD!

2011-04-07T15:43:00.003-04:00

“I can't cook.” “Oh, no, I'll buy something for the party. You don't want me to poison anyone, do you?” “I don't know how to cook.” “Where do you want to go eat?” These are the things I said over and over for the first 33 years of my life. Truth be told, I was afraid to cook. I was afraid it wouldn't be good. I was afraid that what I made wouldn't look, smell, or taste like it was supposed to

The (de)Evolution of Electronics

2011-04-06T12:20:00.002-04:00

I'm going to try something different today. A short story. Fiction. I was inspired last night at dinner with my friend and roommate, Kelly. Both English majors in college, we tend to see the world in stories. And last night, we saw the makings of a potential story. After pondering the situation for a while, we decided two things: 1. The hilarity of the situation, with a little tweaking and

D is for Spencer Bean the Wonder Beagle

2011-04-05T15:59:00.005-04:00

Okay, that's a little much. D is for Dog. Way back in May of 2010, I told you about my dog, Pepsi. And that I was going to get a tattoo of her on my left side. Way back in September of 2010, I did it. A beautiful picture of my childhood dog, now with me forever. And, as I had hoped, it truly brought more healing to the pain of her death some seventeen years prior. Somethings I have a hard time

C is for cookie, and that's good enough for me...

2011-04-04T15:33:00.001-04:00

...oh, how I wish that were true. I have, however, had three cookies today. Thanks, Melissa's mom. Today, I've decided to focus on something I know very little and very much about. COMMITTMENT. I know very little because I hate it. Relationships, ug, require committment. I have been in long-term relationships. I have even lived with people. BUT, I always leave in the end. Before it

The Letter B...my four favorite men...

2011-04-02T17:01:00.000-04:00

The Beatles! I have been a Beatles fan for as long as I can remember. Maybe longer. I love them. I have Beatlemania. I read and read and read about them. I know more than is healthy, probably. I am way past their time. I do not remember when John Lennon was shot. I have seen it on in documentaries and specials on television, though. It hurts everytime. I try to change the channel

A-Z Blogest. The Letter A.

2011-04-01T11:56:00.014-04:00

It's the first day of the A-Z Blogest! Time to get serious. Write. Write everyday in April except Sundays, going down the alphabet. This is going to be a time when we all learn a little more about ourselves and each other. When we write till it hurts. Write till it hurts so much it it feels good. Personally, I am excited. Writing, though part of me and enjoyable, hurts a lot. It hurts because I

two days...two days...

2011-03-28T22:30:00.002-04:00

Ready… Set… GO! Well, not yet. Not for two days. But I’m ready! Ready for what, you ask? The A-Z Blogfest, that’s what! All through April, some very committed (or committable) bloggers have signed up to write a new blog every single day except Sundays. I am one of those committable committed ones. I’m so excited. I have been writing a lot lately. Just not a lot for this blog. It will be

Commitments Changing My Shape...

2011-02-07T12:41:00.007-05:00

...well, as the title would imply, I have committed myself as of late. No not to the mental institution (those some would argue that would be helpful...), but to others. And in doing so, have found that I have re-committed to myself. I would not take any of my decisions back. It has been a roller coaster of a few months, and I have learned many things about myself and those around me. I have

Unconditional Puppy Love

2011-02-03T15:30:00.000-05:00

Yes, I KNOW it's been a while. Nearly three months, in fact. And I apologize. Life got away from me and so did my writing. I got a journal for Christmas. And I've been using it. Does that count? No, it really doesn't. Journalling is a whole different kind of writing. I've been up to a lot and up to nothing. Life just happened, and things got lost. One thing that was lost was this blog. I'm not

An Honest Award

2010-11-07T18:23:00.004-05:00

HonestScrap…I’ve been wondering when this would be necessary. Crap. HonestCrap…I’ve been debating on what to write about. ***BAD WORD THAT STARTS WITH F. HonestFlip…My mind turns at every corner, yet I cannot find words to fit in the swerve. Foot Taps. HonestTap…I do not like tap water. Scrap. HonestScrapAward. Write. Now. Once again, my dear friend and Rebel, Olivia has given me an

Book Release!

2010-10-19T08:47:00.002-04:00

Hey everyone! I am excited to announce that today, my friend and fellow blogger, Alex J. Cavanaugh, is a published author! This is very exciting, not just for him, but for all of us writers and hopefuls out there! Check out his blog, and look into the book. Here's the details: CassaStar by Alex J. Cavanaugh October 19, 2010 Science fiction/adventure/space opera ISBN 9780981621067 Dancing