I really hate writing when I'm sick for multiple reasons. The main reason I hate this so much is, I'm extremely whiny. I hate being whiny, because I know I have such an incredibly large amount of things to be thankful for, but I really find it hard to embrace that when I can't breathe. Right now I have strep throat that has also manifested itself into some sort of cold thing as well. It feels like there is fire in my throat and an elephant on my chest. I am a fairly healthy person. I don't get sick too often and when I do it usually isn't very serious. I thank God this is the case. I have so much to be thankful for, and I know I forget to be thankful. I have good vision, I can speak, I even lead music at a church for a while, I can walk, I have a roof over my head, and a job. I have all these things to be thankful for, but I'm focused on the snot in my nose and the pain in my throat.
I just want to be thankful. I want to express everyday how much I truly care for all the things in my life, but in reality I fall short of that every single day. Darling likes to tease me about my whiny voice, but it really is true. I am indeed kind of a whiner. When I'm not getting my way I inflect the tone of my voice depending on the situation and try to get my way by simply being more persuasive than I was before, which really is not right. I can't believe I do this, but I do. All the time.
I hope I'm not the only person that feels this way, but I really am trying to be more thankful.
Honestly though, I'm sick, and I feel awful.
Saturday, October 20, 2012
I also got the weirdest paper cut EVER today! I picked up three packages of paper and went to balance them on my hip, and all of a sudden, I got that slicing pain on my wrist. It isn't even on my hands. It is on my wrist. Who gets paper cuts on their wrists?! And really, who needs their right hand?
|This guy is my hero|
Sunday, October 14, 2012
Ummm... Guess who asked her grandmother for spaghetti tacos and was rewarded with a "sure, I'll try it?" THIS GIRL! SO STOKED! Also, I was still a child when iCarly first came on. Don't judge me.
|This is me right now.|
On the twentieth day of February, 1992, she was born in the world's sixth most massive country, the Commonwealth of Australia. She was born in the equatorial region of northern Queensland in the home of a dear family friend to traveling parents. Because of this abnormal birth circumstance, her birth was never recorded until she attempted to gain American citizenship in 1997. Her parents adamantly expressed the day they celebrated as her birthday and were persistent that she was only five years old. To this day she still thinks about what life might have been like if her parents would have tried to raise her in her original aborigine lifestyle, and also wonders how old she really, truly is.
Again, I really hope she reads this, because I love her...
|This is how I show affection.|
|Let's just take a moment and think about how nasty ants are.|
|This wasn't my town, but it probably could have been...|
Saturday, October 6, 2012
Well. I wanted to write an AWESOME blog post today, and then I realized I had no direction. I decided a jumbled post full of gifs and random thoughts would do the trick. After I made this grand plan, I realized that's what most of my posts are, and I threw my hands in the air and realized I needed more glitter on my nails.
I recently went shopping while I was sad… I’m not sure of other people have this problem, but I do. Sometimes I think retail therapy should be a legally accepted medical treatment covered by insurance. Anyway, I bought an awesome Deux Lux wallet that is like this weird plastic kind of material… Kind of like patent leather, except the cheap stuff, whatever, it’s shiny and covered with pink and purple glitter. (See what I mean? I wasn’t kidding about this glitter obsession of mine.)
Also, while I was shopping I got four new bottles of nail polish. I got two Essie colors, one Nina, and an Oh So Wet! top coat… This Nina color is called “opal elegance,” and it might just be the best thing to ever happen to me, not that I’m dramatic or anything…. Really though, it’s great. It has a ton of little pieces of glitter that actually paint onto your nails. You don’t have to glob it on to get the glitter to get off the brush. I’m sure most people would only need one coat of glitter, but look at that wallet… I’m far from the average consumer. I usually use four super thin coats. It’s like I have a mini disco ball on each finger. Seriously, it’s fantastic. I also really like the Oh So Wet! top coat because it adds another layer of shine. It makes your nails almost look like glass, or ice. I like it a lot as well. I have a thing for Essie. That would probably be my favorite brand of nail polish. It only takes two coats to get a great color, and it dries relatively quickly. All in all to do two coats of Essie color, four coats of glitter, and a top coat takes less than 20 minutes. :D
Aaaaaaaand, enough of my shopping addiction. In my French class in college, we’re talking about music, and the different meanings it has for different cultures. We listened to a song sung in French by Cali called Pensons a l’avenir. It really is a beautiful song. When translated the title means “believe in the future.” The song talks about the daily life of this couple, and the little struggles of learning to adapt your way of life to accommodate living with your partner. I love it so much. Here’s the YouTube link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=me4MWHjypgk it’s live, so bare with it, but really it’s a pretty good song :)
|When I realize a song is in another language...|
That’s all I really have time for so, here is a gif of a panda on a slide in the snow :))
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