This is randomly an article I wrote, and I was about to write a whole different post about it, because it's been on my mind lately. However, then I realized that since I already said it all, I might as well just repost :) So here it is -
As high school wears on, differing opinions about what beauty is can be found everywhere. In elementary school, insults to girls’ attractiveness were limited to simple things like “metal mouth” or “four eyes.” Nothing could possibly be worse than having that cliched “nerd” look.
However, once elementary school ended, us newly teenage girls suddenly faced a whole new realm of standards in the ideal body type. In high school, obsession with body image is everything.
Teenage girls all seem to have that one thing (or many things) about themselves they cannot stand. I hate the gap between my two front teeth, some girls hate their freckles or their skin tone, and others covet their friend’s hair color or texture. Some girls dislike their braces or glasses, and it seems that more than any other, girls are self-conscious about their body type.
Every girl, including myself, would love to be the epitome of beauty. However, who can say exactly what that is? Some think of tall, curvy, blonde, blue-eyed babes. Girls wear heels, color their hair and get contacts or wear ridiculous inserts to achieve this ideal image.
On the other hand, many tall girls feel awkward, and many blondes want to be brunettes or redheads. For many, the prettiest girls are those with dark eyes, hair and skin.
Ironically, and sadly, it seems that no matter who we are or what we look like, teenage girls think the prettiest girls are the ones who do not look like themselves. If a girl is a little larger or curvier, then she assumes it is best to be rail thin. Girls with lovely, curly heads of hair envy those with stick straight hair.
Interestingly enough, a good amount of the ideal in beauty comes with culture. Some cultures view women who are overweight as attractive, because it signifies wealth, such some Central African countries. That also holds true with those who have lighter skin in certain Asian countries. Gaps between the two front teeth are actually becoming stylish in some places, including here, with gap-toothed models such as Dutch fashion model, Laura Stone, on demand.
What true beauty is will always vary depending on the person and their background. If only we teen girls would realize that not a single girl is gorgeous to everyone, and not a single girl is unattractive to everyone. Still, that doesn’t stop us from wishing that we were whatever we aren’t. After all, the grass is always greener on the other side.
Being comfortable in your own skin is ridiculously difficult, and is made ever harder by the constant ideas of perfection shoved at us by the media. It also doesn’t help that we feel like we have to impress the guys around us as well as our fellow female teenagers. We feel like everywhere we go, people have opinions on who is hot and who is not.
It is pretty common knowledge that a confident girl is a beautiful girl. Still, with pressure pushing in from every side, that’s something easier said than done. Insecurity causes problems that range from trivial to crisis every day. However, in a world where self-esteem issues abound, and everyone wants what everyone else has, gaining confidence enough to, cheesily as it may sound, reach our potential, is well worth the effort.
When self-esteem is based on the view of the current high school or media hype, we are in for a rocky ride. There will always be those people, and that part of ourselves that will insist that we are never good enough, physically or otherwise - and it will always be tempting to believe them. Why is it so hard to step back and see ourselves for what we honestly are, what we can accomplish if we trust ourselves to try? It’s about time that true beauty takes a stand.
It's pretty cheesy since the people in charge like dramatic calls to action, but the point is there. It's driving me nuts - why are we all so obsessed with looking like or being someone else??? HMMMM??
The end :)
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Saturday, November 19, 2011
Sarah Hailey Booey Booey Bumpkins Cricket June Bug Hannah Hardy
Well I guess I won't speak directly to Sarah, since she probably will never read this, but let me just say that I am extremely grateful to have Sarah Hardy in my life.
In the four or so years that I've known her, she has never once said or done anything to make me feel less of anything except just by virtue of being her. She is hilarious, beautiful, extremely hardworking, and one of the sweetest people I have ever met.
Sarah is the kind of girl who hates writing with a passion, but will take the time to write six or so pages just so that you know she thinks you're amazing. She is the kind of person that finds out that someone treated you not extremely well, and her righteous indignation on your behalf makes you feel like you are important.
Out of all my friends, Sarah is the one that I could sit for hours and hours and hours and do absolutely nothing but talk to, and still feel like I could do it more if I wanted to. She is the kind of girl who finds the good in people, then expounds on it enough to make you feel wonderful.
In the past, I don't think there's anyone else that has been involved in more of my drama, because she has been a huge part in ALL of it ... and I'm not talking about seventh grade, when we were both just really stupid. The reason you've (ope, guess I'm switching to second person now, third is too weird.) always been a part of my drama is because I cannot help but want to tell you EVERYTHING, because you always know just exactly what to say, do and how to react.
You have always understood when I'm a total jerk to you, and recently, since we don't have ANY classes together or ANY time to just sit and talk, the random phone calls from you to just talk have meant the world.
I don't know if I have ever sincerely helped you, but I can honestly say that you are my very favorite person on the planet to at least attempt to help in any way I can. I love to compliment you, because you always understand that I mean it, and you always act like I did something monumental. I love giving you guy advice, because you always act like you value it, I love when you ever ask me for help on a paper, because even though your ideas are always your own, and I end up not doing much at all, you still act like I did something amazing in helping you.
You are so extremely thoughtful, and deserve such great great things. You are another one who really doesn't think AT ALL highly enough of themselves. You call yourself stupid, yet you among the top like, what, 10% for intelligence and GPA in the nation. You think you're sooo rude, but really anyone who knows you admires your intelligence, and ask anyone, some kind word you have said to them has made their day. Seriously, you have made countless of mine.
I also know that superficial beauty isn't supposed to be important, but honest to goodness you are GORGEOUS!!! You underestimate the number of guys attracted to you, not just for your adorable laugh and SHINING personality, but for your stunning good looks. That should be very inconsequential since ya know, it's the inside that counts, but since your insides are completely beautiful and that's just a given, I think it's appropriate to tell you that if it was all based on physical appearance, you would still be soaringly above average.
Thank you so much for being my friend, and for the hugely long discussions about absolutely everything. We might talk about ridiculous things sometimes, but talks with you have also strengthened my testimony and my resolve to keep strengthening it, my happiness level, and what I'm so acutely grateful for right now especially, my self esteem.
I know I keep talking about that, like "Well gee thanks for makin' me feel like I'm awesome," which sounds pretty redundant after a short while, but you are honestly a life saver. I don't know where I would have been through high school if you weren't there reminding me that I have value as a person.
Thank you so much, for listening, and trusting me enough to tell me things too. Thank you for being there, and being sweet, and forgiving me, and being an example. You truly have been a great one.
In the four or so years that I've known her, she has never once said or done anything to make me feel less of anything except just by virtue of being her. She is hilarious, beautiful, extremely hardworking, and one of the sweetest people I have ever met.
Sarah is the kind of girl who hates writing with a passion, but will take the time to write six or so pages just so that you know she thinks you're amazing. She is the kind of person that finds out that someone treated you not extremely well, and her righteous indignation on your behalf makes you feel like you are important.
Out of all my friends, Sarah is the one that I could sit for hours and hours and hours and do absolutely nothing but talk to, and still feel like I could do it more if I wanted to. She is the kind of girl who finds the good in people, then expounds on it enough to make you feel wonderful.
In the past, I don't think there's anyone else that has been involved in more of my drama, because she has been a huge part in ALL of it ... and I'm not talking about seventh grade, when we were both just really stupid. The reason you've (ope, guess I'm switching to second person now, third is too weird.) always been a part of my drama is because I cannot help but want to tell you EVERYTHING, because you always know just exactly what to say, do and how to react.
You have always understood when I'm a total jerk to you, and recently, since we don't have ANY classes together or ANY time to just sit and talk, the random phone calls from you to just talk have meant the world.
I don't know if I have ever sincerely helped you, but I can honestly say that you are my very favorite person on the planet to at least attempt to help in any way I can. I love to compliment you, because you always understand that I mean it, and you always act like I did something monumental. I love giving you guy advice, because you always act like you value it, I love when you ever ask me for help on a paper, because even though your ideas are always your own, and I end up not doing much at all, you still act like I did something amazing in helping you.
You are so extremely thoughtful, and deserve such great great things. You are another one who really doesn't think AT ALL highly enough of themselves. You call yourself stupid, yet you among the top like, what, 10% for intelligence and GPA in the nation. You think you're sooo rude, but really anyone who knows you admires your intelligence, and ask anyone, some kind word you have said to them has made their day. Seriously, you have made countless of mine.
I also know that superficial beauty isn't supposed to be important, but honest to goodness you are GORGEOUS!!! You underestimate the number of guys attracted to you, not just for your adorable laugh and SHINING personality, but for your stunning good looks. That should be very inconsequential since ya know, it's the inside that counts, but since your insides are completely beautiful and that's just a given, I think it's appropriate to tell you that if it was all based on physical appearance, you would still be soaringly above average.
Thank you so much for being my friend, and for the hugely long discussions about absolutely everything. We might talk about ridiculous things sometimes, but talks with you have also strengthened my testimony and my resolve to keep strengthening it, my happiness level, and what I'm so acutely grateful for right now especially, my self esteem.
I know I keep talking about that, like "Well gee thanks for makin' me feel like I'm awesome," which sounds pretty redundant after a short while, but you are honestly a life saver. I don't know where I would have been through high school if you weren't there reminding me that I have value as a person.
Thank you so much, for listening, and trusting me enough to tell me things too. Thank you for being there, and being sweet, and forgiving me, and being an example. You truly have been a great one.
Camilla
I will begin with you, Camilla, because I most certainly have the most amounts of things to say to you.
Well first off I was reading your blog and marveling at your amazing talents, once again, trying to contain all of my awe into simple comments on your photos. Then I read Aida's blog, specifically her post about you, and realized that I most definitely cannot do that. So call me copycat, but I decided to make one for myself.
Let me just say first of all that unequivocally, hands down, you are the single person on the planet who has made me feel truly and honestly better about myself, my life, my hobbies and my goals than any other person.
I'll start with that part of it, even if it's only a fraction, because it really has meant the world to me. You somehow have a way, with your offhand compliments and also your long discussion forms of compliments, of making me believe that you mean what you say. There are only so many, "Cute hair. Cute earrings. Cute belts," that you can take before it starts to sound like a broken, albeit very kind, record.
You, on the other hand, know me so well, and not just me, but everyone you know, that you can take the things they struggle with and you make them sound inconsequential. Then you find my strengths (and when I say my, I'm still referring to everyone around you as well) and you force me to acknowledge them. Ever since, oh I dunno, seventh grade or so, my strengths, without people like you, would not exist to my own mind. My self worth, and self respect has risen because of you in leaps and bounds.
I cannot even express how much it has meant to me to be able to share my successes with you and have you return with such extreme excitement, whether because I did well on my math test, I got a job, or a boy likes me. With seven siblings, all who amaze me with their various talents and extraordinary contributions/abilities/attractive characteristics, you have made me feel like I could actually stand out.
Not only have you given so much emotionally, but when I think the word generosity, you are the epitome of it. From a holagraphic Charizard to a KINDLE!!, and from taking time to make an incredible assortment of flyers, to taking the time to give all of yourself for the good of someone else, I have never seen someone give more. Your gifts, of time, money, patience, emotional support, love, talent and all of the other things are always personal and always exactly what whoever it is wants or needs. I remember a talk one time where someone said that true generosity isn't knowing someone needs help cleaning their house, so you make them a loaf of bread. But you not only know when people (metaphorically) need housecleaning before even they do, but you then come and clean the whole (once again, metaphorical) dang house for them AND make them a loaf of beautiful, talented, too-good-to-be-homemade bread.
Ironically enough, you are one of the people who has talent and beauty to levels that I can't even comprehend, yet you always underrate yourself. Thinking back on my childhood, I can give you a list of hobbies that you have showed interest in, perfected, then blessed EVERYONE ELSE with. Ever since I was tiny. So here is my assuredly incomplete list.
DOGS
I have so many dog figurines that you drew, as well as a wealth of information that I periodically use and reflect on about the magnificent specimen. You also picked a great one in Darwin, who I still am proud to call related to me when my friends ask who the adorable addition is.
BAKING
Speaks for itself. WOW!!
JEWELRY MAKING
90% of the items complimented still today are those you made for me :)
SEWING
Poptarts, owls, comforters, golden snitches - need I say more?
CROCHETING
Cutest scarf and most awesomly colorful afghan? Yes, I think so.
NAIL POLISHING
People asked for weeks who did my homecoming nails. Your ability with nail polish is ridiculous. I can't even paint one solid color without having to use nail polish remover on my whole hand afterwards :P
PHOTOGRAPHY
I don't think I ever liked a single picture of myself before you insisted on those photo shoots. I didn't think I ever would either, no joke. Thank you for all the time taken to make me feel comfortable in front of a lense :)
DECORATING
Wherever you live, it's freaking cute. Nothing makes me quite as excited to decorate my own house.
CLOTHES, ACCESSORIES, ETC. TASTE
My cutest clothes are hand-me-downs. From you.
WIT
I don't know how much of it I picked up, but there is seriously no one who can make me laugh like you do.
MOVIE QUOTES
"I want that...."
Ok, so I could keep going all day and night, and I never realized that summing up not only my gratitude for you, but my awe of the amazing skills you possess is a hugely daunting task that I don't think I really could ever truly sum up. So just thank you for being my sister. I could not have been blessed with a better one.
Series of Tributes
I'll just begin by saying that I have three people in mind to pay tribute to, and I was going to be a normal person and make it all one blog post, but I didn't think I wanted to smush them all up with normal text and everything. I wanted three separate blog titles, so their names can be bright, bold and in white so that everyone who reads this (the great masses of people I only wish to meet someday) will know very clearly and decisively how separately and crucially these three girls/women/female incredinistas have influenced my life, especially very recently.
I will then continue by saying that right now, and also in my life, I am so grateful for many more than three people, however, these three I am feeling extreme feelings of great senses of gratitude for.
I will then conclude by saying that smush should be a word. And that I'm going to post three posts consecutively in one day, which is kind of weird, but everyone (once again, speaking generally about the copious amounts of riveted citizens who will read this) knows that I post then don't post again for months and months on end. So here we go :)
I will then continue by saying that right now, and also in my life, I am so grateful for many more than three people, however, these three I am feeling extreme feelings of great senses of gratitude for.
I will then conclude by saying that smush should be a word. And that I'm going to post three posts consecutively in one day, which is kind of weird, but everyone (once again, speaking generally about the copious amounts of riveted citizens who will read this) knows that I post then don't post again for months and months on end. So here we go :)
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
To Summer it up...
Summer is easily the strangest time of the year.
It is the period of time that, arguably, is the most revered. During the school year, we dream of summer as though as soon as it begins, anything can happen. "Yeah, I'm going to write a novel over the summer." "We're painting our entire house this summer." "This summer, my backyard will become exactly the one I've always wanted."
Sadly enough, most of these dreams are evaporated quickly as far out illusions. We have months to do anything and everything we want so we, in turn, do nothing. Of course, once in awhile (every month or so) we become disgusted with ourselves, so the gardeners weed for an hour, the writers write five pages, and the painters repaint the bathroom.
Then we wipe our hands, smile in brilliant satisfaction, and rush to post about our success on facebook.
Then, once facebook has glazed our eyes over and our fingers somehow manage to click out of it, we amble our way back to the couches to dream some more about our goals, Suddenly, June is over. July slips past. And finally, August goes by in the final zoom to shame the others.
Luckily, there is one blessed relief from the vegetation we are condemned to every summer. That relief is known as vacations. We get out of our house to view and do things if not productive, then at least thought inspiring. Vacations should be a time in these months that is prayed for, looked forward to, and prepared avidly for. Vacations should be our escape.
This is where summer becomes stranger than anything else. We get on these blessed vacations and begin to do things we have dreamed about for months, if not years. Every effort is pushed forward to make each moment a moment that we want to experience.
Suddenly we find ourselves feeling a sensation that by all means should be extinct by this point. It is called homesickness. Rather than enjoy the experience to its fullest, we dream of home, in all of its sitting stationary glory.
Summer is a beautiful thing.
However, today I dream of September.
It is the period of time that, arguably, is the most revered. During the school year, we dream of summer as though as soon as it begins, anything can happen. "Yeah, I'm going to write a novel over the summer." "We're painting our entire house this summer." "This summer, my backyard will become exactly the one I've always wanted."
Sadly enough, most of these dreams are evaporated quickly as far out illusions. We have months to do anything and everything we want so we, in turn, do nothing. Of course, once in awhile (every month or so) we become disgusted with ourselves, so the gardeners weed for an hour, the writers write five pages, and the painters repaint the bathroom.
Then we wipe our hands, smile in brilliant satisfaction, and rush to post about our success on facebook.
Then, once facebook has glazed our eyes over and our fingers somehow manage to click out of it, we amble our way back to the couches to dream some more about our goals, Suddenly, June is over. July slips past. And finally, August goes by in the final zoom to shame the others.
Luckily, there is one blessed relief from the vegetation we are condemned to every summer. That relief is known as vacations. We get out of our house to view and do things if not productive, then at least thought inspiring. Vacations should be a time in these months that is prayed for, looked forward to, and prepared avidly for. Vacations should be our escape.
This is where summer becomes stranger than anything else. We get on these blessed vacations and begin to do things we have dreamed about for months, if not years. Every effort is pushed forward to make each moment a moment that we want to experience.
Suddenly we find ourselves feeling a sensation that by all means should be extinct by this point. It is called homesickness. Rather than enjoy the experience to its fullest, we dream of home, in all of its sitting stationary glory.
Summer is a beautiful thing.
However, today I dream of September.
Monday, February 14, 2011
I'm Sorry
Has anyone else noticed that many of the things I post about end up coming in lists? In fact, dare I say, MOST of the things I post about? Well at the moment, I have a list of people/events that I should probably be apologetic for. Some names have been changed :)
1)I'm sorry that I forget to reread my posts before I post them - and then look back and snigger because I made so many spelling/grammar/convention/etc, errors.
2)I'm sorry Harry Potter (not a code name) because I haven't thought about you in so long. I'm sorry that I'm not currently reading the series, or obsessing over facts left out. You are not forgotten.
3)I'm sorry to everyone I never wished a happy Valentine's Day to. ... If it means much (baha ... not that you'll ever see this), HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!
4)I'm sorry to all of you ladies who I tell that I have no life, so feel free to call me anytime, short notice included - it appears that you always need me at the rare times when I'm suddenly busy.
5)I'm sorry to you three teachers that have told me to shut up recently. It wasn't on purpose that I was talking while you were. It was just ... habit.
6)I'm sorry, whats-your-name that this is getting extremely redundant and extremely pathetic and I'm so done.
7)I'm sorry, Camilla, that I never told you that your Valentine's box is amazing and your pastries and comforters and key chains and everything else you've ever made that benefits me wows me ... I'm sorry that generally I'm too busy bragging about it to other people ("You see this felt bird hanging from my lanyard? My sister made it ... and these earrings ... yup, and this headband ...")
8)I'm sorry to every race and every story around the world, past present and future, that I never educated myself about. You'd think that in this day and age I'd take the time to educate myself a wee bit about the world around me.
9)I'm sorry that I didn't dress up to support the Celtics - I really love you much more than the Lakers though ... I just felt like wearing a giant green clover is more like a St. Patrick's Day type of thing ...
10)I'm sorry that sometimes I resent people for how amazing they are ... that's something I very much need to work on.
11)I'm sorry that I didn't know what to say that one time ... I didn't think much ahead of time.
12)I'm sorry to all the guys in my life that make me laugh and are so amazing that I never tell and most likely never will ... not necessarily in a romantic way, I'm just glad you're there. High school would be pretty lame with only girls to talk to.
13)I'm sorry to all of you lovely ladies who also make the days go by faster. I probably tell you more (it's a bit less awkward) but still not enough. Thanks for backing me up ... and for letting me hold you plastic baby Kashieka ... or Kaniqua ... or whoever. I felt very trusted.
14)I'm sorry that I don't know how to use Windows Movie Maker, so you're doing most of the work ... I can assure you, I will very avidly be cheering you on :)
15)I'm sorry, Tali, that you feel like crap on Valentine's Day. I would tell you right now, but there is no chance I'd wake you up and the moment. That's a little cruel.
16)I'm sorry hair, that every day I ruin you with heated products. Stay strong!
17)I'm sorry Siera that once you had lots of will power and then you willingly chucked it down the toilet and cackled as you watched it swirl. I don't think you realized you don't know any plumbers - it's not coming back.
18)I'm sorry Aida that I showcase your childrens' talents.
19)I'm sorry Darwin that I never come out and play with you. I actually find you charmingly and endearingly engergized and as opposed to many canines, I find you adorable.
20)I'm sorry Ms. Embleton that I came in late today and let you stamp my homework. I'm sorry that I'm not going to fess up and have you change it either.
21)I'm sorry to all of you sweet babies born who deserve so much more than you're going to get.
22)I'm sorry, _____ who was having a horrible day and in tears. High school's like that ... but seriously? 99% sure he's not worth it ... Baha ... not by a long shot.
23)I'm sorry Mom when today I was telling my story loudly and I didn't realize until after you'd left (and my informer told me) that you'd been in the middle of a different one. I hate when people do that to me - it makes it worse that you're my mom ... I hope you told me that story later on.
24)I'm sorry that you thought I didn't like you - I find you amazing. I would love to get to know you better.
25)I'm so so so sorry to all of you that have ever been subject to my blunt rudeness, my obnoxious loud interruptions, my compulsive whining disease, or my pessimism. Thank you, thank you, thank you, for putting up with me.
Happy Valentine's Day All!
1)I'm sorry that I forget to reread my posts before I post them - and then look back and snigger because I made so many spelling/grammar/convention/etc, errors.
2)I'm sorry Harry Potter (not a code name) because I haven't thought about you in so long. I'm sorry that I'm not currently reading the series, or obsessing over facts left out. You are not forgotten.
3)I'm sorry to everyone I never wished a happy Valentine's Day to. ... If it means much (baha ... not that you'll ever see this), HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!
4)I'm sorry to all of you ladies who I tell that I have no life, so feel free to call me anytime, short notice included - it appears that you always need me at the rare times when I'm suddenly busy.
5)I'm sorry to you three teachers that have told me to shut up recently. It wasn't on purpose that I was talking while you were. It was just ... habit.
6)I'm sorry, whats-your-name that this is getting extremely redundant and extremely pathetic and I'm so done.
7)I'm sorry, Camilla, that I never told you that your Valentine's box is amazing and your pastries and comforters and key chains and everything else you've ever made that benefits me wows me ... I'm sorry that generally I'm too busy bragging about it to other people ("You see this felt bird hanging from my lanyard? My sister made it ... and these earrings ... yup, and this headband ...")
8)I'm sorry to every race and every story around the world, past present and future, that I never educated myself about. You'd think that in this day and age I'd take the time to educate myself a wee bit about the world around me.
9)I'm sorry that I didn't dress up to support the Celtics - I really love you much more than the Lakers though ... I just felt like wearing a giant green clover is more like a St. Patrick's Day type of thing ...
10)I'm sorry that sometimes I resent people for how amazing they are ... that's something I very much need to work on.
11)I'm sorry that I didn't know what to say that one time ... I didn't think much ahead of time.
12)I'm sorry to all the guys in my life that make me laugh and are so amazing that I never tell and most likely never will ... not necessarily in a romantic way, I'm just glad you're there. High school would be pretty lame with only girls to talk to.
13)I'm sorry to all of you lovely ladies who also make the days go by faster. I probably tell you more (it's a bit less awkward) but still not enough. Thanks for backing me up ... and for letting me hold you plastic baby Kashieka ... or Kaniqua ... or whoever. I felt very trusted.
14)I'm sorry that I don't know how to use Windows Movie Maker, so you're doing most of the work ... I can assure you, I will very avidly be cheering you on :)
15)I'm sorry, Tali, that you feel like crap on Valentine's Day. I would tell you right now, but there is no chance I'd wake you up and the moment. That's a little cruel.
16)I'm sorry hair, that every day I ruin you with heated products. Stay strong!
17)I'm sorry Siera that once you had lots of will power and then you willingly chucked it down the toilet and cackled as you watched it swirl. I don't think you realized you don't know any plumbers - it's not coming back.
18)I'm sorry Aida that I showcase your childrens' talents.
19)I'm sorry Darwin that I never come out and play with you. I actually find you charmingly and endearingly engergized and as opposed to many canines, I find you adorable.
20)I'm sorry Ms. Embleton that I came in late today and let you stamp my homework. I'm sorry that I'm not going to fess up and have you change it either.
21)I'm sorry to all of you sweet babies born who deserve so much more than you're going to get.
22)I'm sorry, _____ who was having a horrible day and in tears. High school's like that ... but seriously? 99% sure he's not worth it ... Baha ... not by a long shot.
23)I'm sorry Mom when today I was telling my story loudly and I didn't realize until after you'd left (and my informer told me) that you'd been in the middle of a different one. I hate when people do that to me - it makes it worse that you're my mom ... I hope you told me that story later on.
24)I'm sorry that you thought I didn't like you - I find you amazing. I would love to get to know you better.
25)I'm so so so sorry to all of you that have ever been subject to my blunt rudeness, my obnoxious loud interruptions, my compulsive whining disease, or my pessimism. Thank you, thank you, thank you, for putting up with me.
Happy Valentine's Day All!
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Wish List
Today for my Child Development class a bunch of people brought in kids and we all got to play around with them. I read and fought with toy dinosaurs and colored on white boards and swapped my favorite Disney quotes and didn't feel at all like I was taking care of them, but more like I was playing ... remember like we used to? "Hey, can you play today?" That's how it was.
Well, afterwards I got home, got on facebook (ohh, imagine that) and saw an album stuffed with pictures of the cutest two boys in the world.
And now I have a dilemma and a pressing new wish list. Here goes...
*This sounds all sentimental or whatever, but I wish I had a toddler to read with every night. And I'd get so tired when they insisted on the fourth and the fifth book ... or reread of the same one.
*I wish it was socially acceptable to start up an enthusiastic conversation with someone else simply because they were the same age, gender, playing with the same things, or just because they're the same species at me.
*I wish I could play with dinosaurs on a regular basis.
*I wish putting on a creative puppet show would get be a good grade.
*I wish I had show and tell for all of the things I'm bursting to tell people, but again, that's really just not socially acceptable.
*I wish I lived in Logan.
*I wish I was working or living someway that every day of my life I could hug a sweet baby or toddler or child.
*I wish people would look up to me because I knew the name of the yellow care bear. Or because I can read the entire book Fox in Socks with only three mistakes. Or because I know how to get a skid mark out of tile (That's right, put your foot on top of it and rub hard ... look it disappeared!)
All in all, I guess I'm Siera so an all-kid blog post was bound to come up eventually. So there it is folks ... my wish list.
Well, afterwards I got home, got on facebook (ohh, imagine that) and saw an album stuffed with pictures of the cutest two boys in the world.
And now I have a dilemma and a pressing new wish list. Here goes...
*This sounds all sentimental or whatever, but I wish I had a toddler to read with every night. And I'd get so tired when they insisted on the fourth and the fifth book ... or reread of the same one.
*I wish it was socially acceptable to start up an enthusiastic conversation with someone else simply because they were the same age, gender, playing with the same things, or just because they're the same species at me.
*I wish I could play with dinosaurs on a regular basis.
*I wish putting on a creative puppet show would get be a good grade.
*I wish I had show and tell for all of the things I'm bursting to tell people, but again, that's really just not socially acceptable.
*I wish I lived in Logan.
*I wish I was working or living someway that every day of my life I could hug a sweet baby or toddler or child.
*I wish people would look up to me because I knew the name of the yellow care bear. Or because I can read the entire book Fox in Socks with only three mistakes. Or because I know how to get a skid mark out of tile (That's right, put your foot on top of it and rub hard ... look it disappeared!)
All in all, I guess I'm Siera so an all-kid blog post was bound to come up eventually. So there it is folks ... my wish list.
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