Lately I must say I have somewhat been resembling Ms. Frizzle (aka Ms Frazzled). As my childhood hero at age five I think it was much more acceptable then twenty years later. Then again... who said being a quarter of a century old was supposed to be calm and collected? No Thanks. Sounds a bit boring if I do say so myself.
Instead I will embrace the hustle and bustle of my every day life. After all., your only young once.
I can recall sitting in that large pine to the west of my childhood home when I was about ten years old. I was an avid tree climber and my sister and I were enjoying a cup of imaginary tea at the tiptop of this tree which still stands tall. My mother stood at the base and hollered for us to come down, as she often did. I told her to hold on while I had just one more cup of tea. As I reached back for the "kettle" I fell - down, down down. Spinning around each branch and finally landing at the feet of my Mother.
Without a scratch, bump, or bruise I walked off.
15 years later I'm not certain if the fall is to blame, but I have clearly developed some lapse in my memory. Perhaps this may not be such a bad thing. . .
I have somewhat diligently followed your rules of the road safety instructions.
I may have had the occasional rolling stop.
It is plausible that I sent a "quick" text message which prevented me from keeping my hands in the "10-2" position.
I might have used my cell phone in a work or school zone, but it fit my definition of an emergency.
And my backup light is possibly burnt out.
Ok. . . So maybe I'm not the best driver in the 4-country area, but did I really deserve to get rear ended yesterday? I mean after all I was just sitting at a stoplight minding my own business.
Just add it to the list of injuries for ol' betsy. As for this body? I'll just walk it off.
After she (thank you for giving girls a bad driving rep) struck my bumper we pulled over in the nearest parking lot. She was in tears and sobbing hysterically. I felt sorry for her (that's the social worker in me) so I told her not to worry about it. Nothing major and I didn't have time to wait around for a police report. . . Not my most responsible move, but lets face it, I only had 329 days until the end of the world (or so the Mayans think) and I really didn't want to waste it on a police report.
So we went our separate ways, which was actually the same way since we were on a 1-way street. The interesting part of the story is that I was actually on my way to the police department for work. So I can only imagine her thoughts when she saw me turn my blinker on and ease into the police parking lot. Karma.
As many of you may have come to realize by now I have trouble sleeping. Lately I have been making it a habit (like clockwork actually) to wake up at 3:30am.I am up, alert, and ready for something thrilling to happen.
Thus far, there hasn't been too much action at 3:30am. Until today that is. Today I decided to be productive. This including registering for summer graduate classes as well as planning out my fall semester. I mean, after all, it was only 11:30pm in Hawaii and people were probably still partying. Figured registering for classes was the least I could do.
However, after a short time, I became bored with this task (as I often do) and decided to instead engage in one of my more passionate past-times - wandering aimlessly around the Internet at the click of a single button. Well today I came across something rather inspiring that I would like to share.
This is a photo of Josh Sundquist. He was just nine years old when his left leg was amputated due to bone cancer. He took up skiing at age 13, and was a member of the 2006 U.S. Paralympic Ski Team. Josh is also the founder of a social networking site for amputees, LessThanFour. And he wrote a best selling book called Just Don’t Fall: How I Grew Up, Conquered Illness, and Made it Down the Mountain.
Many of you who are less sheltered then I may have already been aware of this but that’s not all. Did you know that Sundquist is a rapper, a dancer, and a wit? I am very thankful that I cannot relate to this on a more direct level, however, I thought it was pretty inspiring. Plus, I thought the rap was pretty catchy. How awesome to have such amazing accomplishments AND a sense of humor at the same time!
Growing up we never had comcast or dish network. We got the news channels of 4, 6, and 8. We also had fox 18 which had Saturday morning cartoons. And lastly we were able to get reception for channel 35, which was the religious channel.
Although I don't now, nor would I have called myself an avid TV watcher as a child I do vividly remember seeing several anti-smoking commercials. I'm not sure who sponsored them and I don't think they had any effect on my choice to smoke or not. What I can recall though is the teenage boy turning into a giant fish head while standing at his locker in attempts to pick up a hot chick and light one up. I attempted to find this clip on you tube, but no such luck.
Although I couldn't find the ad I was looking for.... I definitely stumbled across some very "interesting" anti-smoking ads, which I felt the urge to share. . . No I'm not lecturing you on smoking.
The reason that smoking is on my mind is because it has taken me about 2 weeks to fully unpack from my trip to Mexico. While doing so, I found a "stash" of cigarettes that I "found" (aka stole off a table). No, I did not have the intention of smoking them, but I found the packing oh so interesting. Check it out. . .
I'm fairly confident that cigarettes in the U.S do not state this information so bluntly, which is why it caught my eye.. but either way in case you were wondering
I can't begin to count all the times that I've been questioned about being homeschooled. Most of the questions are pretty common, although rather humerous since they are so offkey. Did I have any friends? Did I get to start whenever I wanted? Did you get grades? Are your parents religious freaks?
Thanks to Andrea Summers for sharing this video with me which debunks the 7 lies about homeschoolers. Enjoy.
