Friday, July 31, 2009

The Kid Made My Day

I was in the grocery store today, the soup aisle to be exact, when a little girl ran up to me.

She tapped me on the arm and I looked down to see this smiling face looking up at me.

This girl was about 8 or 9, I'd say, and had some form of Downs Syndrome. She was showing me some pieces of paper she had found.

I could see how proud she was of this paper. I smiled and talked to her about it for a minute or so. When I said how nice it was, she smiled, gave me a thumbs up and said, "nice." The first word she said to me.

Her mom and brothers (who looked like twins) were about 5-10 feet away during this encounter. When they came closer, she tapped me again and said, "bye" then gave me a big hug.

She made my day today.

Saturday, July 25, 2009

My Little 13-Year-Old Me

A month before we both turned 20, one of my closest friends gave birth to a beautiful baby girl.

Being that we were so very young, this child was the first among all my friends, so she immediately took a special place in my heart. Not to mention all the other factors around this child's life.

For the first few years of her life, I was very close to her. I took care of her part-time while her mom was in school and I spoiled her with presents. I even hand made her an Easter dress, making the pattern as well. After holding her in my arms for hours, I could draw a pattern to fit her little body perfectly.

As time passed and our friendship changed, as most relationships do, my friend and I have not been as close. I rarely see her and speak to her just as infrequently. She pops in and out of my life randomly.

I have always felt a special love for that little girl. She turns 13 in a couple of weeks.

I planned to send her a card with a note and then I got an email stating that her aunt, my friend's sister, is compiling a scrapbook of letters from strong women who have touched the girl's life, whether in a big or small way. She asked us to write a letter to our 13-year-old selves and tell that girl anything we would tell her if we could go back in time.

This is just a part of what I have written:

Never let anyone make you feel like you aren’t enough. You are. You are good enough, smart enough, pretty enough, funny enough, thin enough. YOU are enough. Anyone that makes you think otherwise is not good enough for you.

Don’t let people make you feel like you have to do things you may be uncomfortable doing. Just because it’s cool or they think it’s fun doesn’t mean you have to feel that way too. Chances are that if they are trying to make you feel weird about not wanting to do it, they really are afraid to do it too.

Live with no regrets. That means that you don’t do things just to fit in or make someone else happy. That means you live as authentically as you can. Be who you are and do what makes you soar inside.

Do not let fear control you. While some fear is healthy and can keep you out of danger, other fear is debilitating and can stop you from growing, progressing and truly experiencing life.

Trust your gut. Always. God gave us all gut instincts. Most people do not trust theirs. Always go with your gut. If you learn to do this, it will never let you down. If your gut tells you to do something that you are afraid will hurt someone’s feelings, don’t worry about that. Do what your gut tells you.

Cherish your friendships, but know when to let unhealthy friendships go. Some people are soul-sucking, learn to let those people out of your life. And some people are only meant to be in your life for a period of time while others are meant to be there forever.

Realize that everything in life happens for a reason. Even the really terrible things that you think you can’t survive. Every experience, good or bad, happens for a reason. Sometimes you won’t know what that reason is, sometimes you are not meant to know, but there is a reason. Embrace the good and bad. It makes you the person you will ultimately become.

Don’t waste time being unhappy. It takes a lot of energy to be unhappy. It is so much easier to choose to be happy.

Learn to forgive. It is hard. Harder for some than for others, but you need to learn to do it. Holding on to grudges is unhealthy for you and it serves no purpose. Forgiveness does not mean you forget or even stay close with someone who wronged you terribly, but forgiving them frees you.

It’s okay to do things for others as long as you truly live for yourself.

Don’t let experiences slip by, but also do not be in such a hurry to be an adult. All those things you think make you an adult really don’t. It’s the time that passes and knowledge you gain with each experience that makes you an adult. Doing the things does not. You will be an adult before you know it, so let yourself be a kid while you are one. Once you are an adult, you will be wishing you had some of that time back.

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Monday, July 20, 2009

Vibrating Mascara?

Can anyone tell me WHY we need vibrating mascara?

First it was vibrating toothbrushes. Then vibrating razors. Now vibrating mascara?

Seriously, is this necessary?

Is this even safe?

How do I know that when I put this mascara wand to my eyelashes that they won't be ripped painfully from my eye due to the pulsing action?

What real purpose does this have other than taking more money from my wallet?

From what I can see, the "benefits" are exactly the same as every other mascara on the market except this one "vibrates 7,000 times per stroke."

I've questioned the purpose of the other vibrating toiletries and I have to ask again, is this some type of acceptable sex toy marketed as a cosmetic?

No woman would be embarrassed to purchase a sex toy disguised as mascara.

Is it like a James Bond sex toy? Looks like real mascara, but is something entirely different.

You can carry it in your purse or keep it in your nightstand without worrying that someone might see it.

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Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Aversion To White Blouses

I've had an aversion to the basic white blouse for a while.

I've never known why, I just hate wearing a white blouse. I'm okay with other color blouses, or even a white blouse with something else on it, but plain white is no good.

Polos too. I have never liked a polo and I always thought it was because it was a bit yuppie-esque.

Today, I had what Oprah would call an "aha" moment.

I was getting ready for an interview. I was putting on a light gray suit and a white blouse. I know, I just said I don't like them, but they say it's good for an interview.

This was a cuter white blouse with some cute seaming and sleeves, but still, just a white blouse (similar in style to this one).

As I'm putting on the shirt, I had a flashback to my 12 years of Catholic school and it hit me!

I hate white blouses and polos because I wore them every day for 12 years! It's the damn uniform quality to a white shirt that I hate! It's nothing personal against the color or the style, just more than a decade of trauma wearing these shirts!

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

How was your 4th?

I hope everyone had a great 4th of July.

This is the first year in a long time that I actually enjoyed the 4th. It wasn't very hot. The morons in the neighborhood could not afford to buy an entire flatbed of fireworks, so I could actually sleep at night the entire weekend. It was very relaxed. And, of course, the kids were really cute.

A lot of people in the neighborhood shoot off fireworks, so we just sat in the backyard and watched as if we were at some municipal display.

We had burgers and hot dogs, potato salad and coleslaw, chips and that kind of thing.

We also had lots of fruit, chocolate covered strawberries, rice krispies treats and we made s'mores.

The kids had a great time with the snaps you throw on the ground and those snakes you light on fire. They enjoyed the pyro aspect more than watching the snakes grow...

They also followed grandpa around the entire time. It was cute.

Funny story. My 7 year old niece likes to hear herself make noise. Sometimes she sounds like a donkey, sometimes like a horse, sometimes like a monkey. Saturday, she sounded like a squealing pig and I told her so.

She said, "that's a bad word." I said, "what is? Squealing?" She said, "no, pig."

I laughed and said, "pig is not a bad word." She said, "yes it is, Muslims don't like pigs."

I laughed again and told her you can say the word pig in front of a Muslim. She said no, you can't. They don't like pigs. One of her classmates and her 1st grade teacher are Muslim.

I said, "they don't eat pork, but you can say pig."

She said "no, you can't."

I said, "either way, you are not Muslim, so I can say pig to you."

She said, "oh yeah." She forgot she's not Muslim. Strange little child. She is so concerned about offending others, she doesn't think about whether or not those that could be offended are present.

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