I caught the two year old blues. I don’t want that.
No.
I do it myself.
Give me that.
It’s mine.
I don’t wanna share.
Sometimes there are shut-ups
learned from older sisters,
they leave me appalled and entertained.
Sometimes I want to hollar back.
I don’t want that.
No.
I do it myself.
Give me that.
It’s mine.
I don’t wanna share.
And even catch myself
wishing deeply
for some shut-up time.
Check out this huge marker.
What about you?
Do you like smelling something weird?
Don’t you wish you could scratch and sniff?
Other nostalgic smells I love:
rubber cement, school paste, and gasoline.
Attending my 20 year reunion
was so much fun.
Almost as fun as digging out the old photos.
Feel free to ignore this post.
There are lots of pictures from the 80’s.
It’s for the family history
after I’m dead and gone.
Softball team.
This wasn’t the coach that checked me out in the locker-room
which creeped me out and made me quit.
My team probably just thought I was a flake
when I quit showing up to practices without explanation.
They now have the explanation
I felt unable to verbalize in 1991.
No, I’m not a homophobe.
Just a fan of appropriate
student-coach relationships.
I am not taking the advice of my good friends, and bowing out.
Thanks for a great post Wayne.
My brother told me to grow thicker skin or get a new hobby.
Will be contemplating which one will work best for me.
I am pretty certain I am not going to quit blogging.
So I will probably be googling how to grow thicker skin
At this point, I still don’t regret sticking up for myself, not one bit.
But ask me how I feel tomorrow.
Now for my review.
I know you’ve all been busting at the seems for it.
(If you’ve been living in a Hogwarts History book
and don’t know who is going to die in the movie,
you may want to read this
after your viewing)
First of all,
when Fred dies,
a piece of this funny girl died too.
Oh, you didn’t know that Fred died.
So sorry.
You have no right to watch the movies
if you haven’t read the book.
A part of this girl died
when Fred died in the book,
and when he died in the movie,
I just had a short revisit
to the moment I read about
this terrible misfortune
years ago
and sat up and cried all night.
Then when they show Remus and Tonks dead,
all I could think to myself was
shouldn’t Tonks hair be a brighter color
so that all the fools that didn’t read the books
would know that was her?
Then when Harry died,
I was like
“Is he really dead?”
No I wasn’t
because I read the book
and
I knew he wasn’t really dead,
but I still cried.
And then when Harry finally
defeated that horrible Voldermort
why was I the only one in the theatre
who cheered?
Why?
Why?
My husband even shooshed me.
C’mon people.
Ding Dong the dude is dead.
I didn’t cry when Voldemort died.
In the book or the movie.
Good riddance.
The only regret I had
was that the poor monster
never knew love.
But, isn’t that what JK Rowling
was trying to tell us all along?
Then
19 years later:
life went on,
in a profound way:
Harry had
a fatherly chat
with his nervous son,
Albus Severus Potter.
(The name was a trend on twitter
all night long)
“Son, the sorting hat,
takes your vote into account.”
Harry should know all about that.
At this point,
I had an epiphany:
love is life.
life is love.
Why not love life?
Even if it’s just the ordinary?
Or even if it’s magical
and fictional
it’s still worthy of our deep devotion,
isn’t it?
I think they made Ginny a little pudgier
which made me happy
because she’s a mom
and she’s still beautiful
with a few extra pounds.
And I am sorry to the actress who played Ginny
if they didn’t really make you
look chubbier
but I just thought that they did.
Ron was chubbier too.
It’s in the Weasley genes.
Apparently,
the Potter and Granger genes
are skinny to the end.
You know,
I dressed up like Bellatrix
to show outwardly
the love I have inwardly
for the magic we call Potter.
And people may have disagreed
with my choice of the dark side,
but without the dark side,
there would have been
no story in the first place.
Another good
and true
life lesson.
Favorite parts of the movie:
(Here are the spoilers
in no particular order)
Getting out of Gringots on the dragon.
Ron and Hermione kiss. (finally)
Ginny saying “I know” to Harry.
Professor McGonagall saying
“I always wanted to use that spell.”
Dumbledore talking about
not pitying the dead.
Harry viewing Snape’s memories
and finally understanding Snape’s actions.
Snape saying
“You have your mother’s eyes.”
Harry when he comes back to life
and jumps out of Hagrid’s arms.
Neville.
Everything about Neville.
From when he brings Harry into the castle,
to slaying Nagini,
and sitting by Luna awkwardly at the end.
Mrs. Weasley hollaring at Bellatrix and defeating her.
When Hermione calls Ron brilliant
and kind of shakes her head in surprise.
Professor McGonagall giving
the boys permission to blow up the bridge
and them being uncertain about whether or not
she is serious.
Harry conversing with his momma.
And, just thinking about all this stuff
is making me cry again.
All I can do is
scream out:
FFFFRRRRRREEEEEEEEDD
Why did she have to kill Fred?
What was your favorite part of the movie
or the book?
And please spare me your
whining about what was different
between the two
because I really don’t pay that much attention.
Yesterday I had a job interview. It’s been a long time since I have interviewed for a job. I really want the job, but I am a little worried.
I think everyone worries after interviewing for work. In fact I think that the only people who can feel really confident after a job interview are those who have no feelings whatsoever.
I had to take a computer assessment. You all know I am computer savvy, right? How else could I blog like I do? But I am a little worried because there was this one question about using the shortcut function for searching. I answered with Ctrl+S (for search). Right? Makes the most sense. Wrong. The correct answer is Ctrl+F (for find). “How was I supposed to know that? I just use google,” I tell my hubby. He says, “No Alice, you don’t use that function online, but in word processing.” Oh, yeah, I actually do faintly remember that function from back in my secretarial days. Too bad I couldn’t remember the correct answer during the assessment. I even got this little voice in the back of my brain saying NO NOT CTRL+S, that would be too obvious Too bad I can’t call them up and say, “I know I got that question wrong but I will never forget it now.” I am trying to console myself by thinking that I got every other question right. And you only had to pass the assessment, not ace it.
But, then I start freaking out about the interview portion. I replay every word out of my mouth. And you all know that can be a scary thing.
All I can do is chuckle and question myself as to WHY I told this story. Seriously, I have no shame. Two male interviewers and I pull out the story with the word pee in it? How did they even contain their laughter.
I will say one thing, that company that I just interviewed is one professional place. Those interviewers barely cracked a smile. Even when I tried to upsell them on the fact that they need colored sharpies instead of just plain black ones for their interviewees to write their names on the nametags. Just barely smiled, those two. Even if it was dress-down Friday, they were not giving up on their professionalism.
I bet they busted up as soon as they saw that my professionalism made it all the way out to the parking lot where my minivan awaited. At least I didn’t pee on their floor from pure nervousness.
There’s always an upside.
The self-talk that will be ensuing for the next few day at my house: at least you didn’t pee on their floor Alice.
And if they don’t hire you, no worries. You will still get to sleep through the night.
Oh, and the last but greatest calmer downer: you used to work there Alice. In a higher paying position. If they don’t rehire you, it’s not God’s will.
And I will believe me. Because serenity is awesome. And the only way to get it is to believe and trust in God. He can work miracles. Even if I stick my foot in my mouth at every crossroads in my life.
Pretty bliss.When people search the lyrics to the song I’m So Pretty on google, they must be surprised when they are brought to this old post which was titled with the words to a great Broadway song I Feel Pretty. It’s one of my favorite songs of all time.
I thought that the words said “I’m so pretty and witty and wise”, but after listening to the above mash up, I realize that I was mistaken, it’s really “I’m so pretty and witty and bright.” I like wise better, but really isn’t it the same thing?
This song has a great message and I wish to share it. Everyone should feel pretty. They should always feel pretty. Even without make-up or the latest fashions or any admirers to tell them so. I think although sometimes I feel fat, I have always felt pretty. I am not saying this to brag, but it’s true, I’m pretty. I am not drop dead gorgeous, but I don’t think I am hard on the eyes. Do other people even think about stuff like this? Am I just sounding like a total freak right now?
My sister came to visit this past weekend and she complained that I have such great skin while she still struggles with acne. She also told me that I better hurry and dye my grey hair. To try and counteract the hair comment, she said, “Alice, I wish I had as pretty of a face that you do.” Funny, I just want her marathon running body to go with my already gorgeous face. I guess this stems from so many people telling me that it was o.k. that I was fat because I have such a beautiful face. Hate on me haters. Seriously, they started telling me that at a young age. I guess I am a living testament to the power of complimentary behavior. I have always felt beautiful. (I have also always felt fat)
When LG and I were engaged, we were encouraged to take the this compatibility test at BYU before getting married the ten days later that we did. It was the worst thing we ever did for our marriage. We were told that we were compatible. (Hello, we already knew that) But, one of the questions of the test has been detrimental to LG and I both for years. It was:
Rate your potential partner’s looks.
a)ugly
b)below average
c)average
d)above average
e)beautiful
I chose C. LG chose D. When going over our results, I was heartbroken. I wanted to be E beautiful and I let him have it. Every girl should feel that their spouse thinks they are E beautiful. It still comes up from time to time. LG always defends himself that D (pretty) is perfectly great and that I said he was only C (average) and no one ever hears him complain.
There is no moral to this post. It’s more of the rambling type. I do think that there is power in the mind and that we should all be kind to ourselves. I am glad that I feel pretty. Now I am just going to work on feeling happy with the body that I have or do something to change it. I think I never really worry about it because even though I feel fat, I think that fat can still be pretty. In fact, fat can be E beautiful. Just look at the link below.
Even though this blogger has never acknowledged my existence, I am still going to send you to yet another one of her posts. It’s about body image. It’s awesome. And the women of Ghana would probably never call themselves fat. Maybe I should start there.
And if the post above doesn’t make you ready for bathing suit season, try this old post of mine.
While at the Fountain City Park a few weeks back, I found myself if a predicament. A very embarrassing predicament. I was stuck in the tire swing and I could not get out. So what did I do? I took my camera out of my pocket. And took a before and after.
Sophia wasn’t much help in getting me out of the swing, but she did a great job capturing the after, don’t you think?
This wouldn’t have been quite so embarrassing if the swing wasn’t in the view of the whole evening commute from Broadway. It took me 15 minutes to dislodge myself and was appropriately finished with me falling on my butt.
The funniest part is that at the end, I was hanging from the swing upside down. I was sure I would die. My arms were giving up, holding all my weight onto the swing. I din’t want to fall in the rocks. The wet rocks. But, I couldn’t figure out a way to move myself to a more graceful dismount. Sophia said, “Just let go mom. You will be o.k.” I trusted her. She was right. I was o.k. My body was only 4 inches from the ground.
What a workout.
Note to self: Tire swings are only for kids.
Only try the tree swing again if dad is around to help, or you have lost about 50 pounds.
Remember this old post where I once again spewed my big mouth.
Let me refresh your memory:
I listed things that bug me. Like boogers, brussel sprouts, and fake people. I spent a significant amount of time talking about people overly obsessed with exercise. My quote was something like, “Do you think God really cares that much if I ran today?” Let me further explain my position. After reading my post, LG’s cousin in law Catherine made a good point. She said that God does want us to take care of our temples, which are our bodies. I just wanted to let her know I agree with her, and I hope I can do a better job of taking care of mine. My previous post was talking about the people who are obsessed, who neglect other really important things in their life because they are more worried about their abs staying hot over anything else.
Now let me explain a little further. My abs were tore to pieces in my first pregnancy. After birthing four children they will never be the same. They used to be pretty nice, but if I ever want them to get back to where they were, I would have to have some kind of surgery. I don’t think God would want me to have a surgery because God is the one who created me. He is the one who knew I would gain weight with each pregnancy, that I would lose muscles where I want them to gain others that are required for raising kids (like greater hips and heart). He knew that I would get grey and wrinkly and physically weaker in ways. His resurrection will be a very quick cure all for these infirmities of mortal life. But, my spirit, is up to me. My spirit is what I like to focus on becaus0,e let’s face it, it could use all the help that I can give it. And yes, body, mind and spirit are all connected, and some people are really great at focusing on all of these at once, but some of us have a lot of work to do and can only give so much focus. And maybe that focus needs to be more on one than another.
Anyhow, I realize I came across very judgemental in that old post, and I want to apologize. I really am a person who tries to be open minded. I do try to love unconditionally and I think I do a pretty good job. I have a big heart and after your many comments here and on facebook, I realized that I didn’t accurately portray my positions. Darn, my writing is still just mediocre. In my defense, I would like to say that I don’t hate the people just the habits. Many of which I myself have. I also botched that in the post. I was trying to portray my own hypocrisy.
Two of the other things I mentioned detesting in the previous post were dangly earrings and the overuse of seasonal decorations. It’s a good thing I have friends who aren’t afraid to call me on my crap and who are also not afraid to be themselves. They also like to tease me. And I love them for it.
Check out two of the pictures that were sent to me after my last post.
I love my friends. They crack me up.
alice w. gold 