Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Christmas Song of the Week #1



All I Want For Christmas Is You
Michael Buble

Monday, November 21, 2011

Joining the bandwagon.

A lot of people seem to be doing "thankful" posts.
I really like it. It's nice to read what people appreciate and why.
This post goes along with that thankful theme (yet in a much less genuine way).
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A few weeks ago I realized something I was truly thankful for as I was driving to school.

While cruising down past the Jr. High I noticed the students on the track doing the run/walk outside.  You know- run the long sides, walk the short ones. It made me reminisce on how dumb I thought the run/walk was. I never liked Jr. High gym. Or high school gym. Could I even venture to say I hated it? Hate's pretty strong, so we'll stick with the word dread. I completely DREADED Jr. High gym:

The smells- Did you just wrinkle your nose? So did I. Wearing the uniform was bad enough. But what the instructors failed to anticipate was the rapid decline this rule would put to students wearing clean clothes. Quite frankly, I saw one too many crusty socks being re-used, day after day. We could also call attention to the wafting cloud of Axe deodorant leaving the boys room. g-r-o-s-s.

The sweat- 7th grade, 1st period: Ms. Chipman's physical fitness class. Did I beg my mom to buy me a sweater from Abercrombie and Fitch so that I could look like an absolute BABE on my first day at MPJ? Yes. Did I wake up at the crack of dawn to crimp my hair and maintain the status every day? Yes. Did I sweat during the relentless tae-bo movies and after the once a week mile run? Absolutely. I was appalled that the district would require such a task when I obviously had different plans. What did they expect me to do when 9 minutes was most certainly not enough time to shower and mister hot stuff officer guy was in my next class?? These are the developments of the "hard life" scars I now carry.

The awkwardness- Remember the scoliosis test? (For real!) What could have possibly be more mortifying to a group of gangly, insecure 13 year old girls than having to pull up ones shirt, and be examined. With everyone watching! Tragic. And then there were those weird girls that decided it was the "cool" and "mature" thing to strip down and prance to the showers for a quick rinse. GROSS. I mean, I guess we all did have the same body parts. I was still offended. 

So, reverting back to my initial statement, I just wanted to share with the blogging world how truly appreciative I am to be finished with 7th grade gym. What a smelly, sweaty, awkward experience. It's a great time to be thankful.

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Song of the day.



"Only Love Can Break Your Heart"
Neil Young

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Thank You, Nordstrom


Let us not forget to focus on one of the BEST holidays of the year. Indeed, a day that surpasses Halloween, April Fools, St. Patrick's Day, Valentines Day, the 4th of July, New Years Eve, Kwanzaa, Veteran's Day, you name it- THANKSGIVING. Enough said. Thanks a million, Nordstrom.

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