Posted January 8th, 2009 at 8:45 pm / My adventures / Author: Laura / Comments: (0)
I was looking through my scrapbooks with my Grandmother today, and was thinking about how lucky I am to have had so many experiences. I really was given a second chance at life and have taken full advantage of all that it has to offer. This picture is of me a little more then 6 months ago on a vintage by plane. I had just finished riding in this vintage bi plane, and had such a great time. I live for the thrill of adventure…I was talking to this photographer on the site that I am getting modeling offers from,and he said something along the lines, of how he does not want to go where poor people live, because its dangerous. I started thinking about this and decided I wanted to blog about. I understand that people have health conditions that put there life in more jeopardy then necessary if they take certain risks. For example,an epeileptic, should not drive, or a blind person…those would be unnnecessary risks…but going to a country where you can help people fulfill more then they dreamed they could…it might be scary but it’s a risk worth taking…It makes spirits sore, fly above all of human limitations, kind of like an airplane. Everyday people take risks, whether its riding in a car, or going on a job interview, climbing a mountain, or buying a ticket for a new life…everyday people make life an adventure. It’s the best way to live in my opinion…because when you go, the only thing this life guarantees you is a legacy…my legacy will be that I lived the adventure. I lived the adventure arounds teh USA…I lived the adventure in Chile, in Japan, in the Bahamas, in Canada, in Mexico, in Puerto Rico, in England, in Scotland, in Ireland, in France, In Belgium, in the Netherlands …and anywhere else I go and do anything thrilling in this life time!
Posted January 6th, 2009 at 6:03 pm / Poetry / Author: Laura / Comments: (2)
Tradition?
By: Laura Tidwell
Christmas is a Time
For families
To gather ‘round.
To visit with friends
Or to go out of town.
What we do is different
Every year.
We haven’t got traditions
We express very clear.
We’ve been to Vale, Colorado
And Ocho Rios, Jamaica too.
We’ve been to Florida, and Cancun…
We have stayed home and
Gathered for an hour,
Then left with our friends
After we devoured
All that we wanted of
What was in the kitchen.
We do our own thing
A Sorta’ selfish mission.
I try to see a
Movie with my mom,
When I am home
For a holiday.
But we live together,
So I usually don’t
Because time from school
Is when I go away.
I feel slightly guilty
When I am gone
About all of us
Living this like this…
One thing my mom
And I do as a tradition
That bonds us more closely
And eases the shopping list
Is we try to pick out earrings
The other will approve of
And wear with pride,
And absolutely love.
If I get her some she can wear
She puts them on everyday of the year.
Other then that…we don’t do tradition
We just kinda live in our own little vision.
Posted January 6th, 2009 at 5:48 pm / Poetry / Author: Laura / Comments: (2)
“Meeting you”
By: Laura Tidwell
I was on a blind date the night we met
With a wasted creep,
Who made me upset.
My friend was there
She had a date too.
I wasn’t planning on
Meeting you
Meeting you
You walked up and saw my tiara
Asked for a kiss and found your tomorrow
It was my birthday
And I had the blues
That was until I met you
We laughed and we screamed over the band
We talked about work, dreams goals, and plans.
Meeting you
Meeting you
Was a breath of fresh air
I never had to show my derriere
Though sober and somber
I quickly found cheer
The second you smiled, my date disappeared
The waste that he was, lost me from the start
Where he was lacking, you played the part
Meeting you
Meeting you
Changed my world
I became a woman and left behind the little girl
Left behind the fear of letting someone in.
Who was different then family
More then a friend
Meeting you has made me believe that
There’s love in the world for everybody
Meeting you
Meeting you
Was more then I planned to find
You have shaped my heart
You have shaped my mind
Meeting you,
has made me who
I am today….
Meeting you.
Posted January 6th, 2009 at 5:27 pm / Poetry / Author: Laura / Comments: (0)
Crashing hard in
A perfect rhythm.
Down and Up,
Up and Down.
Creatures carry
Away with fear,
twigs and trash
From the Shore’s line.
Tide grows high.
Sand blows up
dropping in puddles.
I watch, swimming
Lightening crashes
Boats start to
Teeter in water
People are fearful.
What is next?
A Horn blows.
“OFF THE BEACH!”
yells lifeguards!
“Off the beach!”
People begin to
Go very quickly
into a shop.
I swim in again!
As I swim to shore,
Something touches me
The storm is growing
Faster and faster!
I am back!
At shore, people
ask me if
I heard the horn.
I say, why yes!
I swam back!
They shake off
Sand is schlepping!
As we Gather all
belongings heading
back home for
The rest of
Day and night,
adrenaline pumps!
I will remember
Swimming in fear
And stay in
Shallowest Water
Cautiously happy!
Posted January 6th, 2009 at 7:27 am / Discussion / Author: Laura / Comments: (0)
I haven’t just sat down and blogged in a day or two. I wanted to have something there so I took the lazy way out, and posted some of my poetry. I will do that from time to time, so that my thoughts and feelings are out there, but if I have a mental block on topics, I don’t give myself pressure to just throw garbage on here.
As you might be able to tell, I am very spiritual. I used to be religious, and I do claim a denomination, but I must tell you….My understanding and belief in a higher power was a gift given to me by a nurse who sat in my hospital bed, and told me about her terminally ill son. She explained faith and put no pressure on me to subscribe to it. I was 9, and that is when I chose to believe in God. I was at a fork in the road, do or die….literally. Either I had the surgery and risk all the effects that could come with it, or I die from a seizure one of many many I had.
In light of John Travolta’s son’s untimely passing, I must say that I feel very blessed to have survived hitting my head in a seizure over and over and over again for years and years, while my parents watched horrified that I might die. Now, I am not some push over princess either. I fuss and cuss, and model in lingerie, and I have done things that were taboo, but appropriate for my age…all my life. Its been the thrill of just being.
SO with that being said, I hope that those of you who might not choose to subscribe to my beliefs or thoughts ,will still subscribe to my blog. I don’t believe in Truth with a capital T. I believe Truth has at least 360 % to it, we only see a small percentage of it. I look forward to your responses as I continue to post on here!
Laura Tidwell
Posted January 5th, 2009 at 11:08 pm / Religious/spiritual / Author: Laura / Comments: (0)
Hi God.
It’s me again.
What is it I can do my friend?”
You’ve spoken
I am here to listen.
Do you have any
Special questions?
Yes, God.
Why yes, I do.
Who was there before you?
Why did you pick me, for this life?
How do you create finger prints,
That are unique and precise?
Well, lets start where you began,
Because the life before me
Is too complicated of a question.
I picked you, to change the world,
You are quite a unique girl.
Your words are real, not pretend.
People look to them,
Like you look to your friends.
Your finger print, like a little mark
Says you’re mine from the very start.
A child of mine, so demanding but kind,
With a strong heart, but a fragile mind.
You meant my surgery, and tumor, right?
I’m glad you taught me to see the light.
For I am guided by your hand,
And though I am challenged,
I long for your command.
I want to be with you, when I die.
To watch you when you create life.
Were you there when I drowned?
Or did you send angels, to huddle around?
I was there, my angels too.
We were deliberating
On if you were through.
An angel showed me,
You could be,
Someone who can save somebody.
Whether you did it, with your words,
Or with your actions.
We knew you’d be heard.
What is it I am suppose to do?
Write those books, and speak of you?
I know you’re here?
I know, I see
In all things, that you’re with me.
Should I preach at all
Who do not want to learn?
Or tell my stories
And let them turn
People, on to who you are,
‘Cause You can answer near and far?
I am with you in your deeds,
Stay with me, and they will see.
That you mean only to help change
The way the world still remains.
Lost for hope, is not what should be.
There is hope, when you turn to me.
I am the Father.
Posted January 5th, 2009 at 8:25 pm / Poetry / Author: Laura / Comments: (1)
Red, pink, and orange
Melts into the open,
Like taffy in my eyes.
They taste what heaven
Offers generously.
Such a sight to be seen.
Posted January 5th, 2009 at 8:20 pm / Exciting news! / Author: Laura / Comments: (0)
I am so excited. I have a microblog now.
Also, some of my non pin-up photos arrived in the mail today. I put two of them up on Model Mayhem. I am downloading more. Those downloading will then be uploaded onto the site .
On another note, I have a whole additional week until school starts…I hope you will subscribe to my microblog. Twittering is fun! Tweet to me…tweet me ideas to blog about.
Laura Kathryn
http://twitter.com/LauraKathryn
Posted January 4th, 2009 at 12:16 am / Sports / Author: Laura / Comments: (2)
My favorite sport ever is hockey! I go to every game I can! I have two favorite teams… One , of course, is an NHL team, The Thrashers!…The other is a SPHL Team…The Cottonmouths. Most people who are familiar with hockey know that the NHL stands for National Hockey League. The SPHL is the Southern Professional Hockey League…basically a minor league in the south eastern United States. So, my favorite team in the whole SPHL is the COTTONMOUTHS( those are snakes). In the above photo, I am standing beside the Mascot ( during a different game, but same place, same team)… The mascot is funny looking, yes…but very good at motivating and entertaining an audience.
Anyway,lastnight was the first game of 2009. It was the most exciting game I have ever seen in real life. Tonight my team, the cottonmouths, played the Fayetteville Fire Ants…Twenty seconds into the game. there was a fight. One of the cottonmouths, Leslie,beat the mess out of one of the fire ants.Shortly after that, the fire ants scored…literally a few minutes ( maybe 5)! Then they scored again..the cottonmouths were battling them hard, kept getting shots on goal, and weren’t scoring…then the first period ended, with a score of 2 ants, 0 snakes!We took our intermission…you could here the rap song “superman” playing, and then the “chicken dance” everyone skated to at a roller skating rink, at one point in there life or another. They played games, and the mascot clowned..soon the horn blasted…5 minutes until the second round and the Zamboni was parading a tot from one end of the rink to the other. Then !
The second period began, and a few minutes passed. Suddenly it was like a whole new team of players had inhabited the snakes. They were playing offensively instead of defensivly…they got one goal, and another goal…and then there was a power struggle. Someone got checked hard…there was a boom that echoed through the whole arena. Then an ant got laid out on the ice. His helmet went flying and a his stick went up in the air…he laid there in shock for a second, got up, and with a rowdy audience booing him…he escorted himself off the ice. We ( the snakes)were 2..they were 3…it started nearing the end of the second period and the ants were starting to get more rough…the puck was flying back and forth, back and forth…over and over again! People were screaming, the shots on goal were very close to tied…and then the count down to the end of round 2 happened. 10,9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1…we took our second intermission…and came back…were were wound up…and we pushed the puck back into there side of the rink, and scored again! Finally Tied!
Then both teams bucked up. Someone had to be a winner…the puck flew back and forth back and forth, with goals almost scored constantly…none to speak of at this time though. The third period grew close to an end and the puck was flying faster…still no score…10,9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,….EEEEHHH! The horn blasted..it was a tie!
Time for sudden death (also known as over time)!First there were 3 players from each team…again the puck flew everywhere…but no one was scoring..the ants, had a team member go into the penalty box, and the moment came for a GEORGIA POWER…POWER PLAY! They brought more players on to the ice…Npth teams pushed that puck everywhere…the ants were dominating the ice despite there lack in numbers…no score though…then I thought, someone would surely score….nope..still a tie! Sudden death ended… with a tie!
Time for a third and final effort for a tie breaker called a shoot out!
Each player took turns one at a time; ants, then snakes, ants then snakes all the way through the roster…at first the ants had one shot on goal…and we had none……then a player on the ants missed, and we stepped up and got a goal..then we missed one,and the ants missed one…but we shot a goal… it came down two a goal of two successful shots for both the ants and us snakes ! Finally, it came down to a final ultimate tie breaker..our last player had to make the goal…Mesita…I stood up and screamed and screamed…Go Mesita! GOOO MESITA! Boy did he! His goal won the game! It was a mad celebration! I tried to go congratulate the team, but I swear to you…more then 500 people were waiting in line for autographs! It was awesome. I left elated…most definitely on cloud nine! Best Hockey game ever…that’s all I can say!
Posted January 3rd, 2009 at 12:11 am / Exciting news! / Author: Laura / Comments: (4)
The date is set…I am doing a bridal photo shoot! How tremendously excited can I possibly be! I have no clue! I am not getting paid, but I get to use it in my portfolio. Holy crap, am I excited! Oh My gosh. I am a model…I really am!
Yay!
check me out !
http://www.modelmayhem.com/ElKat
Laura!
Laura!
