Take Care of Your Teeth...

I SOOO had to get on here and share a little bit about my horrible morning! I woke up at 7am and had to drive home from a friends (which is about 1/2 and hour away). I had a dantist appointment at 10:50am to have an infected tooth removed. when i set the appointment up i made sure they knew that the tooth HAD to either be removed or i needed a root canal (i'm no dentist, but i'd already been to the doctor once because the tooth was so infect i had to be put on antbiotics and pain killers). the nice woman assured me she would leave plenty of time just in case one of the procedures was needed. so i go in there (which i was almost late to 'cause i fell asleep on my couch when i got home), i get my xray, and the dentist comes in. she starts looking at my tooth and confirms that yes i indeed need a root canal (much more expensive, but more pro's in the long run). so i tell lets do it, i'm ready... too bad they don't do root canals there! what!? yea... and my "dentist" was just a hygenist and couldn't even pull it! then she tells me that they're in between dentists and it'll be a couple weeks before i can get another appointment (assuming the new dentist will actually do root canals). by this point i'm alreay pissed because i was under the influence that when i showed up things would be taken care of. so i go to the front desk and realize i have to PAY! $56! $56 ! one more time.... $56! does anyone else think thats ridiculous?! for them to just tell me i needed a root canal...uh, duh. anyway, i've been ranting all day and just needed to get it off my chest one more time... thanks for listening!

(by the way in case your wondering, soft enamal runs really bad in my family and i've had poblems with cavities and stuff ever since i was litle... promise i brush my teeth... but i don't floss... oops! don't tell my dentist!) :)

LOVE!!

The Songwriter I Became...

When i was young i used to always go around making up songs and singing them around the house. mind you that i was a chubby little kid whom at one point had this afro like shirly temple thing going on (kids on the playground used to ask me if i was a boy or a girl, i never forgave my aunt for that haircut!). Anyway, i just loved music growing up. i remeber the first CD i ever bought was REBA! Music for me, like i think it is for a lot of people, is a kind of escape. i had a great childhood with many fond memories of dirtbikes, and family trips, and dance class. however there was anotherside to my childhood. My parents divorced when i was 5, my mother is an alcoholic whose been married to multiple drug addicts, alcoholics and abusers, my father wasn't around much while i was young (he wanted to be young and party), and my sister was bipolar with ADD. childhood was crazy for me and often pretty upsetting. all of those things inevitably carried into my teenage years, and now in my adult life. i do find now that i'm older it's easier to just say the hell with things and let it roll of my back. i've always said though that in some strange way i'm greatful for what i had to go through growing up because it made me so much stronger, and it showed me what i didn't want or want to be.i belive that my passion for writing and especially song writing has come from both these bad and good experiances. i was kind of the black sheep in my family because i was quite, and kinda shy. i also never really got in trouble, i never got into drugs or even much drinking for that matter. so because of these things i learned early to put everything down on paper and into song. when i was17 i finally realized that i could actually make a living out of doing what i loved, which is writing music. so when i was 18 i begged my dad for a guitar for christmas, and he delivered. a blue indiana madison acoustic/electric. it was truly love at first strum! however to my regret i didn't really pick up that guitar and start really playing until about a year ago. eveyone wants to know what i want to be when i "grow up"? i take that as meaning "what do you want to do when you finally decide to joining us big kids in the real world"? i always tell them the same thing... i wanna be a songwriter. you can imagine how much that excited my family. it's impossible, it's not a real job, it's a shot in the dark, or my favorite... you have to be really good to do that hun! maybe they're right... but i say nothings impossible, if you get paid it's a real job, light shines in the darkest places, and i am really good. i have an answer for everything, some people call it stubborness, i call it passion. for everytime my heart gets broke, i fall in love, i have a bad day, or things are going just right...i have a song. they're not always good, they don't always get finished, and maybe they'll be nothing more than used up memory on my computer, but because i know they can be there life goes on a little bit smoother with a little bit more hope in what i want to be and faith that i can be that person!

All in a name...

This blog is kind of pointless... but i'm trying to get in the habit of writing. Thanks!

When it came to naming my blog I wanted something a little orginal...something simple, but a little thoughtful. The first thing i thought was just calling it Carey Lynn (too simple). Then i went to My Diary or My Journal (too easy). I wanted to be descriptive, so i thought.... what IS this blog? My thoughts, my story, my whole life. This was gonna be my outlet, my source of communication. These were my confessions (now i have Usher stuck in my head). So i needed to decided what kind of confessions these were. I thought...ummm... confessions of a redneck girl, no....confessions of a free girl, a silly girl, a good girl.....no, no no! I wanted the right word, but i didn't want to label myself. While maybe i am all these things, i'm a hell of a lot more. so i decided to just stick with what worked... while i'm more than just a girl, it's one of the few constants i have. My hair may not always be auburn, i might not always love black nail polish, and i might not always love country music...ok i take that back i'll always love country music... and i'll always be a GIRL. :)


Love!

Who I am...

My name is Carey. If i had to be described in 15 words or less they would be... sarcastic, funny, writer, musician, cosmetologist(kinda), redneck, boy crazy, laid-back, beer drinker, & makeup obsessed! My favorite music is country and rock. I love brown haired, brown eyed boys or blue eyed blonde boys, or green eyes, or redhaired....lol. I live for summer and flip-flops. I'm obsessed with guys with accents (especially austrailian or irish). I watch at least an hour of youtube a day. Pink and camo are my favorite colors. I love animals (I have 2 cats named Van Zant and Ripsi and I have 2 dogs named Bo and Baby). I drive a pickup and have a four wheeler, but refuse to leave the house without tweezers, MAC lipgloss, and my DKNY perfume. NASCAR drivers are sexy, so is a guy with a guitar! That's me in a nutshell.

Love!