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So My mom has a book published as is displayed on my profile called The Tipton Chronicals... such a good book and she has now written a sequel to the book which I spent the last day and a half reading the rough draft for... also fantastic. It always makes me think about getting in touch with the creative part of my inner self and attempting to do the same thing... my mom did it... twice... and is getting ready to write the third book as we speak... so why can't I?
I will tell you why... I cannot write. I mean I can write but I can't "Write" I get my laptop out and open an empty page and in the end it just stays empty... no ideas ever come... no inspirational plots... not even names of Characters should I write a book... so once again... I am giving up. I am just going to console myself with the thought that I have written a lot of poetry and I draw, sing, dance, crochet... pretty much everything else in the creativity department... this is just one gift I was not blessed with.
So I have discovered a few things recently, number one being that not everyone can be trusted, in fact most people can't but there are those who fight harder to win the priviledge of one's trust and I have had an awakening experience recently that has axed out two people whom I am happy to say are gone and sad to say that it took a year for me to decide to give them the final shove out of my life.
Two, I am way more attached emotionally to my snuggie than I originally anticipated. I hated them when they came out... those infomercials about them... give me a break... FUN FOR THE WHOLE FAMILY!!!... you know the one... well I wasn't buying and then Christmas came around... I got a lot of things I truly wanted and needed and then it came down to the last present which happened to come from my Step dad's parents who, lord love them, do buy the infomercial crap and decided that the gift of the season for every member of the family was.... yep you guessed it... SNUGGIES. Mine is a lovely shade of Pink which is awesome cuz I am quite fond of pink but nevertheless I graciously said my thank you's for the "lovely" gift and proceeded to put it back in it's box and shove it in my closet because I was not going to use it. Well... yesterday I was napping... It was too hot to be covered with lots of layers and too cold in my basement bedroom to sleep on top of the covers when I remembered the snuggie... I pulled it ever so gently out of it's box... kinda stared at it... and put it on... BEST NAP OF MY LIFE!!!! I am now a firm snuggie fan!!!
Three, I once again realized how truly patriotic I am in spite of my very fervent claims of being politically neutral... I love our country... I love July... Ute Stampede, the rodeo, cotton candy, caramel apples, tornado twister lemonade, shops, The star spangled banner and FIREWORKS!!! Is there any better way to celebrate the country and our freedom than fireworks??? I love them... the color and the sound... the music that goes along with them... they are truly amazing and this year the winner of the firework competition would be Mona... they kicked butt!!! They have always been good but they have kicked their game into high gear and it was breath taking from start to finish. I love watching fireworks... I love to dance as well but that part of tonight did not turn out so great unfortunately. We were all sitting on the grass, anxiously awaiting the fireworks when the dj's started Cotton Eyed Joe... one of my favorite dances ever... against my religion to not dance it if it comes on so I went and danced it... as I started I was taken back by the amount of people joining me at first... then I was in awe that everyone was having a blast with me and then I started to get tired... my chest started hurting... I was gasping for breath but determined to finish. I finished and oh my gosh... dizzy, felt like I was gonna throw up... my lungs hurt, my throat hurt... I just about passed out... I can firmly say that I am too old to dance the cotton eyed joe anymore and am very depressed about it... oh well.
