Friends

Why are friends important? Well…
Friends are very important things to have. They laugh with you when funny things happen. They cry with you when sad things happen. They tell you when you are being stupid and they complement you when you are being smart. Friends are there for you. They stand by you and always, always comfort you. You would sometimes think, what with the arguing and everything, that friends are too much hassle. But they are. Worth the trouble I mean. I’m soooo thankful for all of my friends out there who have helped me through this rough time. Chelynn, you ROCK! Liz, Audrey, BreeAnne, Tiff, thanks for being there. :)

To sing, or not to sing. That is the question.

Sing, sing, sing. I love to sing. I love to sing a song. Sing, sing, sing. All my life I've loved singing. Whether in the shower, or in a choir it doesn't matter. I love to express myself through songs. I love to belt out musicals, much to the dismay of anyone with ears. I love to sing annoying songs that get stuck in other people's heads. I like singing hymns. I like all of these things about singing, but mostly I like being in choir.

Why do I like choir so much? Well let me tell you. In choir you get to meet lots of cool people. In choir you get to sing fantastic songs. In choir you get to feel like your part of something bigger, better even. In choir you get to perform in lots of different places. But most of all, if you are really good at singing and get into a good choir, there are boys. Not just any boys, but boys that can sing. Yes, boys that can sing are what makes choir, choir. Any normal girl agrees that a boy that can sing, and sing well, jumps at least four points on the hotness scale. Why you ask? I don't know. That is a question for another blog, at another time.

First of all I’d like to apologize for this blog being late. My computer is completely messed and wouldn’t let me open anything. So, better late than never I guess. Now, on to my analysis…

“Christmas time is here…. Filling us with cheer….” I LOVE CHRISTMAS!!! Everything about Christmas makes me happy inside. Singing Christmas songs, eating Christmas foods, smelling Christmas smells, seeing Christmas decorations, reading the Christmas story, Feeling THE Christmas Feeling, the whole shebang!!! Just the thought of Christmas makes me giddy. But tragically even though Christmas makes me SOOOO happy, I have to wait until after Thanksgiving to say, sing, watch, or do anything even remotely related to Christmas. My dad insists that nothing Christmas can enter our lives before Thanksgiving is over. It stinks. Why do some people LOVE, LOVE, LOVE Christmas, and others pooh-pooh on it?

I have collected some theories as to why humbugs like my dad are biased against Christmas. The first one comes from my dad himself. He thinks that Christmas will cease to be special if we do too much with it before December arrives. While I see how he feels this way, I don’t agree. I think Christmas is special no matter when, why, or what we think about it. The magic of Christmas is always magic.

Another theory is Scrooges are just that, Scrooges. They don’t like to see others be too happy about Christmas, so they limit how long and how much others can celebrate. Not that my dad is a Scrooge, he just doesn’t like to have too much Christmas, which brings me to my next theory.

Maybe some people have a low Christmas magic tolerance. If they get too much, they can’t enjoy it. I think that my dad has a low Christmas tolerance.

“Christmas is coming the goose is getting fat. Please put a penny in the old man’s hat.”
I am very excited for Christmas! (can you tell?) Are YOU?

Toothbrushing weirdo

Question: Who isn’t at least a little weird? I think everyone has some weirdness, me included. The other day I discovered one of my “weirdnesses”. I had had a bad day and I felt like a train had run over me. I was sulking when I noticed that I had a bad aftertaste in my mouth so I brushed my teeth. After that, I felt GREAT! Now when ever I feel bad, I brush my teeth. (or drink a Fresca)

So anyway, why is everyone weird? I’m sure there could be many, many reasons, but I could only think of three.
Reason 1- We all have different standards of normalcy. Things other people do that look weird to us, could be normal for them.
Reason 2- Nobody is perfect. Everyone has to have something wrong with them, even if it is only getting a natural high from having clean teeth and fresh breath.
Reason 3- Nobody is truly weird. We just think we are weird. Who says what is normal anyway?

Now that you know that everybody is weird, will you stop being afraid of being your(weird)self? I have embraced my inner toothbrush-loving self. Can you?