Whatever it is that you believe in...Whatever it is that you celebrate today. Life is short and you deserve the best. (Unless you're a douche....in that case screw you!) In my case I'm late...and lazy. Didn't get a chance to celebrate the solstice but that's alright. I hope this post finds you in good health and good spirits. If it doesn't I apologize. Things can only get better. I promise. Enjoy food, gifts, and family. I'll be back for a New Years rant. For now...Every Avenue binge.
I've been waiting for the right moment to use this picture. I was going to use it a while back but I ended up scrapping that idea all together. Cest la vie I guess. Anyway this is the perfect post for this. It's the perfect time. For those of you who don't know, I have just about reached a very big milestone in my life. Tomorrow at 7:14 or 7:41 am (I always get them mixed up) I turn 20. Honestly I'm not that excited about it. I mean yeah it's my birthday and that totally rocks but I've never been a fan of growing up. I'M TOO YOUNG TO BE 20!!!!!
All melodrama aside I have to say that I am grateful to be here. It's amazing to be alive. And I know I'm here because of my mom. She has stood by me through so much and I don't really know how to thank her properly. I don't think anyone truly grasps the reverence and admiration I have for that woman. I know that I'm a lot to deal with. I'm rude and moody and messy and a host of other adjectives that escape me at the moment.
If you're reading this (and you're probably not) I love you mom. You are the greatest woman I have ever known and all I want to do is make you proud. Thank you for walking with me every day for the past 2 decades(almost). Thank you for putting up with my mood swings. Thank you for pushing me to be a better person. Thank you for being there. Thank you for being my mom. Thank you for everything.
I know that I make you angry sometimes and you have to resist the urge to throw things at me. But I want you to know that I appreciate everything you've done. Everything you are. I'm so lucky to have you.
So just in case you didn't know or haven't figured it out by this point in this post.
Whoever is reading this...take the time out to thank the Wonder Woman in your life. RIGHT NOW
Merry Meet and Happy Holidays readers! Time to shower and put on those special Christmas pjs and dream of sugar plums.... Haha fat chance. Lately my dreams have been about the upcoming Avenged Sevenfold concert, hamburger buns, and Ohio. Yeah that makes sense I know. I'm doing this now because I honestly won't remember to do this later. I get sidetracked easily (duh!).
So on to what I really want to say. I sincerely hope that you all enjoy your holiday. Don't let anyone ruin it. I'd say something about jesus but you don't want me to get into that. All I willl say is... i think the birthday celebration is a little bit late... So enjoy today for what it is. Eat good food (hopefully), spend time with family and friends, bury your living room under a blizzard of paper and tell the people you love that you love them. I'd say life is short and all that but I'm going to save all that mush for New Years. Holidays= Blogs ^_^
Again enjoy today or at least the food. I think the food is the best part of the holidays anyway. Yay for gluttony and awkward conversation!! Merry Meet and Happy Holidays again. Off to bed for me.... and I haven't cooked a thing...weird.
Does anyone else think this song is about Date Rape.? O_O;
The urge to write this literally pulled me out of my bed today. Maybe it has to do with the fact that my little brother crawled into my bed this morning when he thought I was sleeping. It made me smile to think that even though he's almost six he still likes to sleep in my arms sometimes. I'm hoping that at the very least this post inspires some discussion. A girl can dream...
I was...am thinking about sibling relations. Is it harder to be the older sibling or the younger one? I don't have any older siblings so I'm speaking from limited experience. I can say that being the oldest sucks sometimes. I wish I had a big sister or brother to talk to. I would like to do some of the harrassing instead of being harassed al the time. I have five little brothers and one little sister. I only see the aformentioned five year old regularly (we live together) but that's not important. Then again maybe it is important to my entire view on this whole thing.
If it hasn't been obvious I believe that I fail miserably at this big sister thing. How do you know if you're doing it right? I've probably damaged these poor kids for life(I'm being dramatic). By default everything that I accomplish or every mistake I make is under family scrutiny. As such is the family dynamic everything my siblings do or say will be held up next to something I've done in my nineteen years on this planet. Why does this happen? We're completely different people. I don't want my siblings to be like me. If anything I want them to be my complete opposite. A year or two ago I had a a surprise breakfast with four of my brothers and my sister. I was talking to my middle brother when happen to let it slip that I thought he sounded like me. He turned and asked his mom (my step mom) and she said "You're just like her Tim*" His eyes dimmed. I thought it was a little funny at the time but in retrospect I think that maybe it had to suck. Why take the witty attribute of his personality away from him that way? He doesn't just want to be my little brother. He wants to be himself
I hate being scrutinized. I HATE having to set the example. What if I want to go out and just cause a ruckus(which is fun) Sometmes I just want to be able to mess up. I don't think I'm much to live up to anyway but that's not my point either. Why do I have to set a good example? I'm not a fucking parent. This shouldn't be my responsibility.
At the same time it has to suck to be the younger sibling. Who wants to here "When Anna was your age she..." or "Why don't you play *insert random sport here* as well as Jason? He has trophies"? Well whooptie fucking doo for them! Is it really a question where sibling rivalries come from? It seems really obvious to me. So tell me universe...is it harder to live up to the standard or be the standard?
