One of the websites that I sometimes like to look at is called "mylifeisaverage.com". It's a website full of people telling stories about their average lives that are so funny, mostly because I can relate to many of them. Today I had a moment that made me think of that website and all the average lives out there.
All of the students who have a 3.7 or above GPA were invited to this academic awards banquet tonight. I have only won one award in my entire life that was not participation and it was a Choir award in 8th grade. She probably just picked names from a cup, because all I did in there was lip sinc. Even if me winning the award was a fluke, it felt really great being dressed up among the smart kids. For that moment, nobody knew that I was sitting on a D in pre-algebra. Nobody knew that I got my first C in math in the fourth grade. Nobody knew that I couldn't even read until the second grade. For that one day in 8th grade,I was just another smart kid getting recognized for my scholarly affairs. It made me feel important, and I liked that feeling. That is, until the banquet actually began. It was the most boring thing I ever had to sit through! I was like..WOA….why are we punished for being smart? This thing is LAME. So from then on my feelings about award's banquets were changed for the worst. I didn't want my name to be picked out of the cup for choir again. Being mediocre meant that I could be at home dancing and eating hotdogs, instead of sitting through a boring session. I never wanted to attend anything academia ever again!
Today, however, my feelings were a little different. I kinda felt left out, especially since I work my tail off for my grades. There's a point where my brain just hits a wall and information is nowhere to be found. Making a 3.7 would probably cost me a limb. Ya, I'd have my certificate, but no hand left to receive it with. I look in my brain for information about math and science and it's completely empty. But I work really hard and turn everything in, and I haven't skipped class once this semester. I'm never even late to class! Some of the students invited to those awards banquets are LATE a ton! But me, Miss Prompt…not invited. It's all about the numbers. I do want to have some sort of recognition for all I'm doing. Maybe I'm just working hard to work hard and be better in my own life. I guess recognition doesn't really matter too much in the end. But if I won an award my facebook status would be about it for the next thirty days.
Anyway, my average moment came when everyone of the smart kids were in their awards banquet and I was running from security. I wanted to get some water bottles from the student center and all the academicy people had taken the parking places! So rude! I mean….people with GPA's lower than 3.7 deserve a parking place, too! So I decided that parking on the off limits sidewalk next to the front door would be my best option. I was only parking for three minutes AT MOST. I am not happy that I didn't obey the rules, because I am a definite rule follower….but I was already not invited to the banquet, you see. I just wanted some water.
Once I got my water, I noticed this security man with a notepad of tickets to give on his way outside. I knew that my car was going to be first on the list, so I seriously started RUNNING in front of him down the stairs like a mad woman. I heard him call my name (Yes, they know my name) and I just pretended like I saw something very interesting on the horizon. I ran as fast and I could, got into my car, tried to put my drink in the cup holder but my sanitizer knocked it over. I was FREAKING out..my blood pressure was rising fast and I felt like I was running for my life. I started my car really quickly and as he almost got to my window, I put it in drive and was outta there!!!! I don't think he knew I saw him. I love security and we are very good friends thanks to past experiences. Run in's with security can be very great for our relationship, but not when I'm in the wrong. I like confrontation if I'm not gonna lose, and I was definitely about to lose.
My escape made me realize I will not park in that place anymore, because I do feel guilty when I don't follow the rules. But this one time I wanted to rebel because I wasn't invited to the banquet. Can't this school see that I'm always busy doing something academic? Don't they realize that I have to say no to many social endeavors to the educational cause? They must have missed the memo.
Basically, what it comes down to is while every scholarly student was enjoying their academic banquet…I was running from security. That is all.
Love, My life is average
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Sunday, April 11, 2010
*I was kissed by an old man….*
It's seriously the middle of the night and I've only slept about three hours. I have no idea why I'm awake, but I'm thinking that the massive nap I took yesterday is completely throwing off my sleeping patterns. I woke up to a nightmare image of this old man with a scratchy mustache that kissed me yesterday during serve day. Not only was it against all that a germophobe stands for, but his mustache has left me in a state of shock as well.
Now, before you start thinking I am a little squeezeball that kisses old men, let me explain. We were weeding gardens at a mentally challenged home, so I think the man is still on a young child's brain level. Either way, the kiss he gave me still felt quite inappropriate. It's a shame because I've been kissless for over a year now and have been quite proud of myself. I wonder if I'm supposed to start my timing over at zero, or if I can just keep counting as though nothing ever happened. It's a very grey area and sort of special circumstance, really.
Apparently I missed the memo that serve day consisted of kissing the residents after hard labor. All I really wanted was to find a bathroom after weeding gardens for two hours. One of the kids I was working with pointed to this woman and said that she would know where to go. She looked like she was in charge, so I walked right over in desperate need of some help. It wasn't long after I asked where a bathroom was that I realized I might be asking the wrong person. The moment I said hello I got a huge hug and kiss from the woman and then the older man came over for a little taste of Abby as well. As the woman was kissing my cheek, I suddenly saw the face of this man getting closer and closer…his mustache was looming in front of me. Next thing I know my lips were consumed by this man, and a woman was kissing my cheek at the SAME TIME! I am NOT a physical touch person, especially to strangers, so I was not feeling comfortable at all. Even if I was a physical touch person I'm not sure that would be comfortable situation. I am sort of laughing thinking back on it…but then again I am sort of not.
The worst part was that his mustache was very prickly and gave me the strangest feeling. I have no idea how women kiss men with bushy mustaches all the time. It wasn't just a weird feeling…it HURT! It was like sand paper scraping against my lips and left an oder-filled smell behind. It's like bad breath was literally painted on me with the stash. And since we already know I have a case of halitaphobia, you can understand what a nightmare that was. Although, I did really well not making the man feel weird, because I totally took the fact that he was mentally challenged into consideration. If any other guy came up and did that, I'm sure things would not go as smoothly for them. These lips are very special and not just anyone can leave a trace of their breakfast behind on them.
When we got back to school afterwards one of the kids that came with us was interviewed by the megaphone and asked what their favorite part about serve day was. The answer: "When Abby was kissed by an old man." haha! At least my nightmare gave someone a good time. And I mean…like I said in my interview "I do what I can to help the community".
Now, before you start thinking I am a little squeezeball that kisses old men, let me explain. We were weeding gardens at a mentally challenged home, so I think the man is still on a young child's brain level. Either way, the kiss he gave me still felt quite inappropriate. It's a shame because I've been kissless for over a year now and have been quite proud of myself. I wonder if I'm supposed to start my timing over at zero, or if I can just keep counting as though nothing ever happened. It's a very grey area and sort of special circumstance, really.
Apparently I missed the memo that serve day consisted of kissing the residents after hard labor. All I really wanted was to find a bathroom after weeding gardens for two hours. One of the kids I was working with pointed to this woman and said that she would know where to go. She looked like she was in charge, so I walked right over in desperate need of some help. It wasn't long after I asked where a bathroom was that I realized I might be asking the wrong person. The moment I said hello I got a huge hug and kiss from the woman and then the older man came over for a little taste of Abby as well. As the woman was kissing my cheek, I suddenly saw the face of this man getting closer and closer…his mustache was looming in front of me. Next thing I know my lips were consumed by this man, and a woman was kissing my cheek at the SAME TIME! I am NOT a physical touch person, especially to strangers, so I was not feeling comfortable at all. Even if I was a physical touch person I'm not sure that would be comfortable situation. I am sort of laughing thinking back on it…but then again I am sort of not.
The worst part was that his mustache was very prickly and gave me the strangest feeling. I have no idea how women kiss men with bushy mustaches all the time. It wasn't just a weird feeling…it HURT! It was like sand paper scraping against my lips and left an oder-filled smell behind. It's like bad breath was literally painted on me with the stash. And since we already know I have a case of halitaphobia, you can understand what a nightmare that was. Although, I did really well not making the man feel weird, because I totally took the fact that he was mentally challenged into consideration. If any other guy came up and did that, I'm sure things would not go as smoothly for them. These lips are very special and not just anyone can leave a trace of their breakfast behind on them.
When we got back to school afterwards one of the kids that came with us was interviewed by the megaphone and asked what their favorite part about serve day was. The answer: "When Abby was kissed by an old man." haha! At least my nightmare gave someone a good time. And I mean…like I said in my interview "I do what I can to help the community".
Thursday, April 1, 2010
*I have a case of Halitaphobia!!!*
Ever since I can remember I have had this extreme phobia of bad breath. I am always thinking about when I can brush my teeth and when I forget my gum I go into a panic mode. Not only that, I am constantly forcing myself to stay back from people so that their bad breath doesn't cause me to think differently about them. I'm also worried that my breath might have been bad before and there are people on earth still recollecting that fact as I do about them. Stinky breath really does effect me, and I can't spend my time around people who consistently give off an odor. I know it sounds mean, but if you were in the 2% of people who discover the world through their nose, you would understand!!!! You would be highly afraid of bad breath yourself!!!It wasn't until I saw this commercial on youtube that I realized that it is actually a legit phobia that some people have. It's called halitaphobia which really just means: "fear of bad breath". I know that I have this disease because I think about bad breath ALL the time.
I can remember many memories of being overcome with someones breath and those thoughts really haunt me. I honestly have a hard time looking past a moment like that, especially if that person is consistent in their smells. Bad breath every now and then is fine, but you have to be willing to be told that you need a mint. Be open to those critisms because it's so important. In fourth grade I sat by this boy that always came to school with crusties on his face and had horrifyingly bad breath. I got my first "C" in fourth grade and I blame it on that boy completely! If I smell something fishy, I can't concentrate on anything else.
The sad truth is that usually the people with chronic bad breath have no desire or thoughts towards changing that fact. Like the commercial says: "It's time you develop a case of halitophobia!" and how truer can a statement be? I'm not saying that I am above everyone else and never suffer from breath issues, but hello! At least I am willing to do something about it!!!! I brush my teeth three times a day and try my best to have some form of backup in my purse for those rough times of the day. Why can't everyone do this courtesy?! The world suffers when your breath reaks!!!!!!!!! I suffer! My first bad grade came from a boy with bad breath!!! I think that possibly my below average grade in Science right now is connected to that in someway!
Back in Jr. High I used to say "BREATH RUINS EVERYTHING" all the time. It really does. So please, feel free to tell me when I need to take action, because I am fighting this fight as well. Most of us are. We are not alone!!! Help your friends out! Share that last piece of gum! Spread the world of freshness!!!! But don't tell someone they have bad breath when they are in the middle of yelling in your face, because from personal experience that only adds fuel to the fire even IF you were just trying to help them out.
That's all for now.
I can remember many memories of being overcome with someones breath and those thoughts really haunt me. I honestly have a hard time looking past a moment like that, especially if that person is consistent in their smells. Bad breath every now and then is fine, but you have to be willing to be told that you need a mint. Be open to those critisms because it's so important. In fourth grade I sat by this boy that always came to school with crusties on his face and had horrifyingly bad breath. I got my first "C" in fourth grade and I blame it on that boy completely! If I smell something fishy, I can't concentrate on anything else.
The sad truth is that usually the people with chronic bad breath have no desire or thoughts towards changing that fact. Like the commercial says: "It's time you develop a case of halitophobia!" and how truer can a statement be? I'm not saying that I am above everyone else and never suffer from breath issues, but hello! At least I am willing to do something about it!!!! I brush my teeth three times a day and try my best to have some form of backup in my purse for those rough times of the day. Why can't everyone do this courtesy?! The world suffers when your breath reaks!!!!!!!!! I suffer! My first bad grade came from a boy with bad breath!!! I think that possibly my below average grade in Science right now is connected to that in someway!
Back in Jr. High I used to say "BREATH RUINS EVERYTHING" all the time. It really does. So please, feel free to tell me when I need to take action, because I am fighting this fight as well. Most of us are. We are not alone!!! Help your friends out! Share that last piece of gum! Spread the world of freshness!!!! But don't tell someone they have bad breath when they are in the middle of yelling in your face, because from personal experience that only adds fuel to the fire even IF you were just trying to help them out.
That's all for now.
Saturday, March 27, 2010
*I was ATTACKED!!!*
I am itching and burning as I write this, so I'm sure you will get the full emotion of how angry I am at a certain horsefly. Most people just love nature and can't get enough of it, but those people are probably not the ones who get attacked in their beds.
Sometimes I need days where I read and write and do nothing else. Not often, but every once in a while for refreshment and today was that day for me. I had a new book and my heated mattress pad turned on high. I finally got into bed and everything in the world felt right. The view out of my window is gorgeous and the sun is shining in. Ah, so perfect.
That is until I heard a strange buzzing noise and saw a large creature flying strait at me! The moment it landed it started biting me violently on the neck!!!! Then it flew down the back of my shirt taking chunks of my flesh like it was free candy on Halloween!!!! My entire back started to burn with intense pain and I started running around in circles and slapping myself trying to kill the attacker!
The burning kept on and on and I couldn't find where the thing had gone. It was chilling in my shirt having the time of it's life! Abby for breakfast, lunch, and dinner!!!! Hope that tasted good cause I'm seriously about to smack you and your entire family if you ever come and bite me in my bed again!!!!! Mom and dad thought it'd be nice to keep the doors open on this lovely day. Well, we all know this is a fallen world and bugs have sin nature,too! We shouldn't trust them so much!!!!!!
People laugh at me and say I overreact, but seriously….are you the one sharing your bed with a horsefly? Is getting a nice Spring Break nap really that out of reach for me? My back hurts so bad. This was a freak accident, but I'm still so upset. I'm having to wear bugspray to bed…how wrong is that?!
Sometimes I need days where I read and write and do nothing else. Not often, but every once in a while for refreshment and today was that day for me. I had a new book and my heated mattress pad turned on high. I finally got into bed and everything in the world felt right. The view out of my window is gorgeous and the sun is shining in. Ah, so perfect.
That is until I heard a strange buzzing noise and saw a large creature flying strait at me! The moment it landed it started biting me violently on the neck!!!! Then it flew down the back of my shirt taking chunks of my flesh like it was free candy on Halloween!!!! My entire back started to burn with intense pain and I started running around in circles and slapping myself trying to kill the attacker!
The burning kept on and on and I couldn't find where the thing had gone. It was chilling in my shirt having the time of it's life! Abby for breakfast, lunch, and dinner!!!! Hope that tasted good cause I'm seriously about to smack you and your entire family if you ever come and bite me in my bed again!!!!! Mom and dad thought it'd be nice to keep the doors open on this lovely day. Well, we all know this is a fallen world and bugs have sin nature,too! We shouldn't trust them so much!!!!!!
People laugh at me and say I overreact, but seriously….are you the one sharing your bed with a horsefly? Is getting a nice Spring Break nap really that out of reach for me? My back hurts so bad. This was a freak accident, but I'm still so upset. I'm having to wear bugspray to bed…how wrong is that?!
*Making funny things unfunny!*
There is such thing as ruining something funny by overusing it. You know, those times when you find something that you and a person can laugh at and the day is hilarious and fun times are all around. Then the next time you see that person…they say the joke again..and it's still funny! Cause you know…that was definitely hilarious. Then you see them the next day…joke….and it's like…still kinda funny, but the question enters my mind as to if you have any other funny inside of you. Is this all you got?Can we find another inside joke already?Fourth day…joke told…it's like nails on a chalkboard.
There are definitely rules to being funny and not being funny. One of those things is not overusing a joke that went over well for you once in your life. If a joke is overused it becomes hard to listen to and I'm sorry but my fake laugh can only take me so far. I really try to fake laugh at everyone, because I'd hope that someone else would give me that same courtesy. I even laugh at my Science teacher about science jokes I don't get to try to bring my failing grade up. He loves it! He beams when he feels funny. Everyone loves it. I care about making others feel jestful. I think I just made that word up, though.
I am going to laugh at you, so please work with me here. Don't overuse a joke to try to relive that glory moment you had. It's so sad when something that was once funny is completely ruined by someone who tells the joke everyday. Ya, that inside joke was awesome that one time, and yes, we will have that great memory…but please stop talking about it already!!!! Let's come up with something new! New day, new funny! And maybe in a month we can bring up the old joke and it will be funny again. Because, yes..it was good…that one day. But for it to be an everyday statement? It's just WRONG!!!!! Foul on the play!!!!!! There needs to be a rule book.
Another major rule is never introducing a funny story or movie with "You are going to think this is so funny!". Cause I'm here to tell you that it won't be funny no matter how funny it actually is. I have no idea why, but it's a buzz kill. Many people fall into the trap of thinking that giving an introduction to something funny is a must, but really it only causes harm. If nobody laughs you can play it off that you didn't think it was funny, either. OR people can be taken by surprise and actually get a good laugh and you can be all "ME? Funny? NO!" Never try to be funny, because the moment you start forcing yourself then it's so not gonna make anyone laugh. Never think about it. Don't become something you're not. Comedians are not really funny to me, because it's planned. Planned jest is not my sort of thing. In the moment random things..now that's my sense of humor. But regardless of your sense of humor, the introduction to funny stories just never work well. Trust me, I try to laugh at everything and when I'm unable to laugh it's a problem. I'm an easy crowd!
Sometimes if I haven't laughed enough in a day I will go back to my room and just start fake laughing as hard as I can. Then I end up getting into a giggle fit because I'm trying to fake laugh and it makes my day so much better!!! There is a laugh o meter that I have to fill up each day to move forward to the next. Only people who don't understand what I'm doing get really creeped out when they hear me forcing out a HA HA HAAAAAAA HAAAAAAA!!!!! My room mates just have to get used to it. They now just act like it's nothing which I really appreciate.
Anyway, funny people of the world, please keep being funny because you make my world go round! I enjoy people who always have something funny to say, so don't be afraid to say what you feel. I'm just giving some friendly advice so that my fake laugh doesn't have to be completely perfected.
have a good Saturday! :)
There are definitely rules to being funny and not being funny. One of those things is not overusing a joke that went over well for you once in your life. If a joke is overused it becomes hard to listen to and I'm sorry but my fake laugh can only take me so far. I really try to fake laugh at everyone, because I'd hope that someone else would give me that same courtesy. I even laugh at my Science teacher about science jokes I don't get to try to bring my failing grade up. He loves it! He beams when he feels funny. Everyone loves it. I care about making others feel jestful. I think I just made that word up, though.
I am going to laugh at you, so please work with me here. Don't overuse a joke to try to relive that glory moment you had. It's so sad when something that was once funny is completely ruined by someone who tells the joke everyday. Ya, that inside joke was awesome that one time, and yes, we will have that great memory…but please stop talking about it already!!!! Let's come up with something new! New day, new funny! And maybe in a month we can bring up the old joke and it will be funny again. Because, yes..it was good…that one day. But for it to be an everyday statement? It's just WRONG!!!!! Foul on the play!!!!!! There needs to be a rule book.
Another major rule is never introducing a funny story or movie with "You are going to think this is so funny!". Cause I'm here to tell you that it won't be funny no matter how funny it actually is. I have no idea why, but it's a buzz kill. Many people fall into the trap of thinking that giving an introduction to something funny is a must, but really it only causes harm. If nobody laughs you can play it off that you didn't think it was funny, either. OR people can be taken by surprise and actually get a good laugh and you can be all "ME? Funny? NO!" Never try to be funny, because the moment you start forcing yourself then it's so not gonna make anyone laugh. Never think about it. Don't become something you're not. Comedians are not really funny to me, because it's planned. Planned jest is not my sort of thing. In the moment random things..now that's my sense of humor. But regardless of your sense of humor, the introduction to funny stories just never work well. Trust me, I try to laugh at everything and when I'm unable to laugh it's a problem. I'm an easy crowd!
Sometimes if I haven't laughed enough in a day I will go back to my room and just start fake laughing as hard as I can. Then I end up getting into a giggle fit because I'm trying to fake laugh and it makes my day so much better!!! There is a laugh o meter that I have to fill up each day to move forward to the next. Only people who don't understand what I'm doing get really creeped out when they hear me forcing out a HA HA HAAAAAAA HAAAAAAA!!!!! My room mates just have to get used to it. They now just act like it's nothing which I really appreciate.
Anyway, funny people of the world, please keep being funny because you make my world go round! I enjoy people who always have something funny to say, so don't be afraid to say what you feel. I'm just giving some friendly advice so that my fake laugh doesn't have to be completely perfected.
have a good Saturday! :)
Friday, March 26, 2010
*I don't want just 2 tootsie rolls!*
When I take time to actually sit down and contemplate things about my life there are a lot of things I see that I don't whenever I'm just running around trying to finish my next task. Today I've had a bit of time to be alone and listen to what the Lord is trying to teach me or say to me. I have been desperate to hear something and feel closer to Him because my life of busyness has totally gotten in the way. I feel so refreshed to have this time to bask in the presence of the Lord, but I'm definitely not liking what I'm seeing about myself.
The Lord has really pointed out to me that I am constantly on a search for something to give my heart to that feels like it will bring hope in my life. It may be a person, a dream, or just a thought about what could be. I start to beg God to bring something that will make me not feel so lonely, when in reality anywhere else I go will in the end just leave me wanting. Nothing can fill me like I hope it can. Sometimes I meet people that put a dent in my longings but they never bring about the results that I want. Even though I know that, I still feel my heart swaying certain directions in desperation of some kind of hope. Some kind of hope that the life I want is out there and I'm not just stuck forever in a place I don't feel like being. But those times I'm so desperate for something to come is when I'm not taking time to spend with my Savior! When i'm with Him, my longings fade and I feel completely loved and like I'm not so alone. I have the best teammate in the world.
True abundant life is always waiting because I have the Holy Spirit inside me that is always ready to answer my call. When I seek Him with all my heart, He truly does show up. Sometimes I get so side tracked with what I want or what i don't have that I forget how many barrels full of joy and power I have at my disposal when I tap into my relationship with the Lord. Instead of just looking for a quick fix, I need to rely on the Lord and give Him my full heart. I need to figure out a way for Him to direct where my heart goes, because sometimes I feel like I have no control.
I think that sometimes relying on the Lord is like that story about the kindergarten child. The little boy is told that he can have two tootsie rolls now, or fifty tootsie rolls if he waits ten minutes. The kid of course is impatient and grabs the two tootsie rolls because he doesn't want to wait. I feel like I live that way and so do many others around me. We see those tootsie rolls that can satisfy our craving at the current moment, and don't want to wait and reap the better benefits with patience. And I'm not even saying that my patience is for something that's going to happen in this life, because this is a broken world and I'm definitely not looking for completion where I am a fallen creature and so is everyone else. What my heart truly longs for is perfection and the perfect romance with the happiest ending ever….WELL... News flash!!!! That's not going to happen on this side of eternity! That longing I have is for the days I'll spend in Heaven with my first love, Jesus Christ!
The bible says that we will reap the reward if we don't give up and faint. That clearly shows that times will be rough and there will be points that we feel like fainting. But if I don't give up and I keep on trusting and hoping and having faith…some kind of reward is coming! My guess is that it's in Heaven, but it may be on earth…I'm not really sure. But I do know that I don't want to give up and faint and I certainly do not want to be the person that only take two tootsie rolls when I can have fifty. I gotta stop looking for perfection in this broken world, because it's not coming. But I can definitely get joy and peace from the Savior who lives inside of me and gives me the hope of eternity. And maybe in this life I will be blessed as well. Maybe sometimes things will work in my favor. But when they do, I can't hold too tightly to that, because the Lord gives and takes away and I want my heart to trust Him regardless of what is given and taken away. He knows best. I gotta remember that.
The Lord has really pointed out to me that I am constantly on a search for something to give my heart to that feels like it will bring hope in my life. It may be a person, a dream, or just a thought about what could be. I start to beg God to bring something that will make me not feel so lonely, when in reality anywhere else I go will in the end just leave me wanting. Nothing can fill me like I hope it can. Sometimes I meet people that put a dent in my longings but they never bring about the results that I want. Even though I know that, I still feel my heart swaying certain directions in desperation of some kind of hope. Some kind of hope that the life I want is out there and I'm not just stuck forever in a place I don't feel like being. But those times I'm so desperate for something to come is when I'm not taking time to spend with my Savior! When i'm with Him, my longings fade and I feel completely loved and like I'm not so alone. I have the best teammate in the world.
True abundant life is always waiting because I have the Holy Spirit inside me that is always ready to answer my call. When I seek Him with all my heart, He truly does show up. Sometimes I get so side tracked with what I want or what i don't have that I forget how many barrels full of joy and power I have at my disposal when I tap into my relationship with the Lord. Instead of just looking for a quick fix, I need to rely on the Lord and give Him my full heart. I need to figure out a way for Him to direct where my heart goes, because sometimes I feel like I have no control.
I think that sometimes relying on the Lord is like that story about the kindergarten child. The little boy is told that he can have two tootsie rolls now, or fifty tootsie rolls if he waits ten minutes. The kid of course is impatient and grabs the two tootsie rolls because he doesn't want to wait. I feel like I live that way and so do many others around me. We see those tootsie rolls that can satisfy our craving at the current moment, and don't want to wait and reap the better benefits with patience. And I'm not even saying that my patience is for something that's going to happen in this life, because this is a broken world and I'm definitely not looking for completion where I am a fallen creature and so is everyone else. What my heart truly longs for is perfection and the perfect romance with the happiest ending ever….WELL... News flash!!!! That's not going to happen on this side of eternity! That longing I have is for the days I'll spend in Heaven with my first love, Jesus Christ!
The bible says that we will reap the reward if we don't give up and faint. That clearly shows that times will be rough and there will be points that we feel like fainting. But if I don't give up and I keep on trusting and hoping and having faith…some kind of reward is coming! My guess is that it's in Heaven, but it may be on earth…I'm not really sure. But I do know that I don't want to give up and faint and I certainly do not want to be the person that only take two tootsie rolls when I can have fifty. I gotta stop looking for perfection in this broken world, because it's not coming. But I can definitely get joy and peace from the Savior who lives inside of me and gives me the hope of eternity. And maybe in this life I will be blessed as well. Maybe sometimes things will work in my favor. But when they do, I can't hold too tightly to that, because the Lord gives and takes away and I want my heart to trust Him regardless of what is given and taken away. He knows best. I gotta remember that.
Friday, March 19, 2010
Can someone please give Hedige a handcheck?!?!
Today I got to meet Jan Brett which was really fun and exciting!!! I am so in teacher mode, because I get excited about meeting people like her. I think about all the things I can do with her books in a lesson plan, and it's really neat to meet someone that helps so many classrooms! It was worth waiting around for four hours, because she had so many interesting things to say. She even drew a picture right in front of us while sharing her inside thoughts about why and how she writes these books.Everything was wonderful about the night except for one thing….Hedgie the Hedgehog was NOT on his best behavior!
Everyone began to applaud as the hedgehog came out and wandered through the audience with fame status. I couldn't wait to take my picture with this beloved hedgehog from some of Jan Brett's books. Me and my friend Natalie waited in line until it was our turn and excitedly took our positions beside him with a big smile. All was going well until I felt something a little suspicious on my booty cheeks….to my shock and horror, IT WAS HEDGIE'S HAND!!!!!!!
My eyes got a little bigger and I started to run off, but Natalie's mom directed me to go back because the picture hadn't been taken yet. Oh, my my my……not another round, please!!!! The second time I leaned my head in and put my rear end out to the side away from those creepy claws that were trying to get a feel. Not in this lifetime, you little hedge!!!!!! Those cheeks are strictly for my future husband only!!!!! No crazed hedgehog is going to get to touch anything that belongs to my man!!! NO SIR, YOU LITTLE CREEPER!!!! You are the sole reason the word "creeper" exists!
The worst part is when I heard a convo from behind a book case about an hour later. I heard the words "Thanks for being the hedgehog today." and quickly ran around the bookcase to get a look at Mr. happy hands. You will never believe what this man looked like!!!! Greasy hair,scruffy face,ratty clothes…..full out scary stalker attire.
Needless to say I am not as in love with Hedgie as I used to be. This scary man with employment as a hedgehog has ruined my opinion of the fella. It's too bad. Hedgie is wonderful. Maybe one day I'll get over the shock of what happened today. All I know is the next time I'm getting a picture with a dressed up character I'm going to enforce a HANDCHECK!
What's this world coming to?
Everyone began to applaud as the hedgehog came out and wandered through the audience with fame status. I couldn't wait to take my picture with this beloved hedgehog from some of Jan Brett's books. Me and my friend Natalie waited in line until it was our turn and excitedly took our positions beside him with a big smile. All was going well until I felt something a little suspicious on my booty cheeks….to my shock and horror, IT WAS HEDGIE'S HAND!!!!!!!
My eyes got a little bigger and I started to run off, but Natalie's mom directed me to go back because the picture hadn't been taken yet. Oh, my my my……not another round, please!!!! The second time I leaned my head in and put my rear end out to the side away from those creepy claws that were trying to get a feel. Not in this lifetime, you little hedge!!!!!! Those cheeks are strictly for my future husband only!!!!! No crazed hedgehog is going to get to touch anything that belongs to my man!!! NO SIR, YOU LITTLE CREEPER!!!! You are the sole reason the word "creeper" exists!
The worst part is when I heard a convo from behind a book case about an hour later. I heard the words "Thanks for being the hedgehog today." and quickly ran around the bookcase to get a look at Mr. happy hands. You will never believe what this man looked like!!!! Greasy hair,scruffy face,ratty clothes…..full out scary stalker attire.
Needless to say I am not as in love with Hedgie as I used to be. This scary man with employment as a hedgehog has ruined my opinion of the fella. It's too bad. Hedgie is wonderful. Maybe one day I'll get over the shock of what happened today. All I know is the next time I'm getting a picture with a dressed up character I'm going to enforce a HANDCHECK!
What's this world coming to?
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