Reasons I Choose to Chive

This Is Why I Chive

Whether it was family or even another Chiver, it was like second nature, no hesitation, just love.


About five summers ago, I was introduced to the Chive. My boyfriend (now husband) showed me an app on his phone filled with gaps to be minded on Monday's, Humps of all shapes and sizes every Wednesday, even cat photos on Saturday, these are a few of many funny, risk-ay, and promiscuous photos.

At first, this is all I thought the Chive is, just a gallery of photos catered to men. Boy, did I have it wrong! I was completely missing the bigger picture.

You see, what I did not know about the Chive is the local chapters that are all over the nation. I did not know about Chive Charities, an organization that strives to "Make the World 10% Happier." The Chive is not just an app with photos to glance at (or for some, staring very intently).

The Chive is a huge community of adults of all ages that "Party with a Purpose." Friends that come together, have fun while paying it forward in some way. Often times, it is just us in a bar drinking beer and raising money for worthy causes. Other times, it is running or walking in marathons or volunteering for life-changing organizations.

When I first found our city's local chapter on Facebook and joined their group, it was an instant community. I had found the honey hole of friends in a way. The amount of welcome, love and friendliness that radiated from the group off to me is something I will never forget.

Men and women, all very different and unique people, brought together by one common factor…the Chive. Even though we all lived in the same city, I probably would have never met some of these wonderful people if it were not for that app. Over the years, it became more of a family, not just a social group.

At 3 am, One could put out an SOS and have at least a dozen people immediately reach out to help. A family could suffer from a natural disaster and a plan would be put into place for what we can do to help. Even as little as needing an ear to listen, or a shoulder to cry on, someone would always be there.

If you needed a place to sleep or food on the table, friends would join forces and support you. A family among friends. Even if that means someone giving up being able to drink on New Year's Eve so that there will be a designated driver for everyone else. We make a valiant effort to live by the golden rule.

With that being said, we are far from perfect and even sometimes we have to be brought back to why we joined the group in the first place. We have to take a step back from the drama that always tries to reign, and remember that we must always, "Keep Calm and Chive On."

Occasions will occur when emotions run high, and disagreements are made, but overall everything always has a way of working out in the end. I have learned over time while getting to know all of the wonderful people in our chapter, that each person secretly possesses the same type of trait. No, I don't mean that we all can drink like fish. We all have humility.

We all have at one point humbly put someone else before us. Whether it was family or even another Chiver, it was like second nature, no hesitation, just love.

I chive because that's when memories get made. I chive to spend Sunday brunch drinking mimosas with my friends. I chive because on Tuesday's we play trivia, and on Thursday's we play bingo.

I chive because when you get us together, there is nothing we can't accomplish, that is, with the help of a little liquid courage of course! Underneath the funny T-shirts, aside from all the pictures, we are just a "Drinking Organization with a Charity Problem."

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My Friend Got Sick In The Dominican Republic

From visiting the beautiful beaches to spending six hours in a hospital of a foreign country.


I visited the Dominican Republic from June 7 to June 14 this summer for my high school graduation trip. My family and best friend Jordan stayed at the Hard Rock Resort in Punta Cana. I'm not hopping onto the bandwagon of all these stories coming out about this country that relies so much on tourism. I'm not here to condemn the resort or the country, because despite all the trouble I went through, I had an amazing time. I'm simply here to tell my story about what happened.

Right before we left for the trip, we heard all the stories about people dying in the country. This obviously made us all paranoid because we didn't want to end up like those people. We wanted to be careful. Most of the people who died at resorts had a drink from the minibar in the hotel and were poisoned by insecticides, had bloody diarrhea, throwing up blood, and had eventually had respiratory problems. We were aware of the symptoms and were knowledgable before going into this foreign country.

The first four days of the trip we were all having an amazing time. We enjoyed the beautiful beaches, swimming in the fourteen different pools, and eating like gluttons. I met so many beautiful and kind people from the Dominican Republic. Every person welcomed us as "familia", Spanish for family. On the fourth day, we decided to go on an excursion through the hotel. We went snorkeling and swam through the clear blue water. Jordan and I danced with the crew members on the boat. We shopped for souvenirs from locals and finally called it a day.

When we got back on the bus to the resort, my dad was shivering and was short of breath. His stomach was cramping and his forehead was on fire like he had a fever. After the longest thirty minutes of my life worrying about him, we finally made it back and he rushed to the bathroom. For the next twelve hours, he rested in the hotel room. The next day he was fine and had seemed to just catch a twenty-four bug.

Then, the next night Jordan was spending a lot of time in the bathroom. I figured it was just because she was adjusting the spicy food of the Dominican and that it would pass. In the morning when I had woken up, she told me had a fever and had been going to the bathroom every hour. My mom gave her anti-diarrhea medicine and she felt better the next day after resting in the room. We got her dinner of a small pizza and we went to bed, an uneventful day.

Jordan woke me up at 2 A.M. that night calling my name from the bathroom and asking for a trashcan. It was coming out of both ends at this point. After calling my mom and her dad, who was still in the U.S., we decided to call the resort doctor and have her come to the room. The doctor then determined that she was extremely dehydrated and needed to be transported to the hospital.

We got there at 4:30 A.M.. and Jordan had an IV put into her with anti-diarrhea medicine and saline. After multiple tests, the doctors said that she had a bacterial infection in her stomach. They gave her antibiotics and multiple packets of pills to take home and we left the clinic at 10:30 A.M. at last. She's going to be fine, but we were all scared because of all the news stories going on.

When we got back to the resort, multiple people who we had seen at the clinic came up to us and told us how their relatives experienced the same thing Jordan had. When I did some research, an article stated that 45 people had gotten violently ill from eating at the Toro restaurant at the Hard Rock Resort in Punta Cana, which is where we ate the night before Jordan got sick.

We were lucky, you could say. I'm not sure it's necessarily all the resort's fault or the country's though. Although all these things happened to us, I believe that it's a matter of doing your research before you go to any country. Any country's food could make you sick. We don't know exactly where Jordan or my dad got sick from. All these bad news stories coming out could've played into why we reacted so harshly.

Saying all this, I would still love to visit the Dominican Republic again. I want to visit so many other countries across the world. For anyone else that is reading this and is scared to visit a country like this, I say just go for it. Know the risks, but know that there are rewards. You can't let fear hold you back from living your life, because dying in America is just as likely from other things.

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A Tribute To Dads Everywhere: Happy Father's Day

It's a love without end, Amen.


It's Father's Day season everybody, a time to thank our fathers, and to take special time to remember and honor the fathers no longer here with us as well. I'd like to give a huge shoutout to all the Dads out there: you are loved and appreciated more than you know! Happy Father's Day to you.

As I have grown up and matured, my relationship with my own Dad has changed tremendously. There is one thing that hasn't changed, though, and that's his ceaseless support of me and all of my endeavors, no matter how crazy he thinks they are. He's the one person I am certain will always be my biggest fan. (And you too of course, Mom!) That's what Dads do; they never fail to cheer you on.

You see, my Dad has never sat back on the sidelines. He's always wanted to be involved in whatever it was I was dealing with, from school to athletics to situations I wouldn't necessarily want to include him in (A.K.A., boy situations). Despite the latter, you gotta love 'em. That's what Dads do; they insert themselves into your lives, for they know what's best for you (or at least they think they do).

On a little aside, thank you Dad, for always being on my side, even when Mom was not. That's what Dads do; they help you stick up to the real boss. (Sorry, Mom!)

Without fail, my Dad is the guy up at the crack of dawn on a Saturday morning, revving up the lawn mower or banging a hammer somewhere, coercing my siblings and I out of bed to help him with his unending list of things to be done around the house. That's what Dads do; they teach you to work hard and do the most with the short time we have here on earth.

My Dad is the greatest advice-giver. He strives to lead a simple life, and I never really understood why until I got a little older. I've learned the best of life lessons from him over the years. After all, in the words of first Zac Brown, and then my father, "Life's too easy to be so damn complicated". There have been countless times that I've looked back and realized that my old man was right after all. They know what they're talking about. That's what Dads do; they share the most valuable life advice.

I can honestly say that my Dad is my absolute, hands-down, favorite person to drink a beer with. There's no one I have more fun with simply chillin' on the pier, sippin' Miller Lite and shootin' the breeze. I can honestly say he's one of my best friends. That's what Dads do; they're the most genuine pals you'll find in this life.

All in all, Father's Day, along with all the other 364 days in a year, is the perfect time to take a moment and appreciate all that your father has done for you, and continues to do. Above all, spend time with your Dad. Take him to a baseball game. Bring him to the bar with you. Ask him to take the boat for a cruise sometime. Time is so valuable. Trust me, it'll mean the world to him.

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