|
| I've realized that being a girl sucks sometimes. I'm not talking about periods or babies or boys, or any of that stuff that girls usually complain about. I'm talking about the never ending social gatherings called showers. Wedding showers are bad enough, but now there are these things that are called lingerie showers! This is where girls buy other girls underwear, or as one of my guy friends calls it, sex gear. I know that I would not like other people buying my underwear. I will buy my own, thank you, and since I buy my own, why should I buy yours? So, I was thinking this was the end of the torture. Just awkward wedding showers and the occasional sex gear shopping. But I was wrong. Soon, all these women with their sex gear will put it into use, and that means babies, and babies mean baby showers. yay, another occasion where gossipy women can get together and talk about whatever they talk about (I still have no idea). Please, if any of you women out there that I know and am not related to get engaged or pregnant, please do me a favor and don't invite me to any of your estrogen showers. Thank you! | | |
| I always talk about my uncles, and now I am giving you a chance to meet them! Or at least see pictures of them. I am very close to all of these guys. I call them my uncle-dads. They're crazy.  This is Eddie. He is the oldest. He recently had surgery on his heart and is recovering. We call him the "Ol' Fart." He knows alot about how to fix things. He also tells really good stories about his life.
 This is my Uncle Richard. He's a technical whiz. Him and Eddie use to work filming NASCAR races. He always is dancing and always has music in his head. He has recently taken up wearing overalls alot, which is really cute.
 This is my Uncle Larry. He's quiet and patient. He is a very sweet and silly man. John Aaron and him are similar in alot of ways. He also is overrun by women in his house. But he doesn't mind because he says he's use to it, and he wouldn't know what to do if he had a grandson instead of a granddaughter.
 Uncle Tony is the baby of the family (there are seven total counting my mom and my two aunts). Any orneriness I have is because of him. I am named after him. I use to call him Nony because I couldn't say Tony, although I could say Tonya. I don't know.
| | |
| I think its funny how the main character in "Chunking Express" talks to his socks, his dishrag, and his stuffed animal. I've realized that I do sort of the same, only I diagnose my possessions with psychological disorders. For example, the fan we have in our room is a bit on the ADHD side. My stuffed tiger Sylvia has an anxiety disorder which causes her to hide from the world. Our shower has a split personality disorder, our sink is bulimic, and our toilet has problems with anorexia. Sigh. This is getting serious. Good thing I'm fine. | | |
| Christmas break has been enjoyable. The first two weeks I spent at home in Wetaug, hanging out with friends and family. I saw John Lamszus several times, which is highly unusual as we are never home at the same time. I also spent a day with Jacob and Paul watching 80s music videos (really bad ones, for the most part) and talking about what if zombies attacked. I didn't force them to watch Kuddly Kittens this time though. I love Kuddly Kittens. I had a nice time with my Mom and my uncles and aunts and cousins and Lucy my cat. I love my family. They're just so amusing, and so easy going. One day I will post pictures of my uncles and descriptions so you can see just how amusing these people are. Now I am in Texas with John Aaron's family. I love spending time with his family. They're a great group of people. I'll be back at Belhaven probably Monday, and then Thursday, we will be leaving for a trip to a cabin in Georgia. By we, I mean Joel, Cara, Racheal, Kirsten, JA and I. This really nice woman from our church in Jackson invited us along and is paying for the cabin. I am sad that it is the first weekend back, and we'll be leaving again almost as soon as we get there, but I figure that I'll get over it. Its an oppurtunity I can't pass up, and Lisa has been so generous. Oh, my cell number changed to an IL number. If you want that, please message me or email me or something. I will give it to you, providing I know who you are and you're not creepy. | | |
| Out of boredom in class today, I was thinking about how much things have changed since the beginning of the 20th century. Technology has come such a long way in a hundred years. Then, I started thinking about my grandma. She was born in 1919. That means that she knew a time when cars were not prevalent. She rode around in a horse and buggy when she was a little girl. Toward the end of her life, computers became common. She lived from a time when horses were used as the main form of transportation to a time when a computer that fits on your lap could connect to people on the other side of the world! That’s amazing to me. I think her generation saw the more change in technology than any other generation. She lived through the Great Depression, multiple wars. She could buy milk and bread for a dime when she was a girl, and now you’re lucky if you can buy that with $5. What will it be like when we’re old? What change will we see? What countries will fall? What wars will occur? Will there be flying cars? | | |
|
