Wednesday, April 30, 2003
ALWAYS KNOCK ON WOOD
I have the luck of a dog getting hit by and 18 wheeler while taking a sh*t in the middle of the road. Just last week i was commenting to one of my friends about how lucky i have been not having been chosen for jury duty yet. I really didn't think twice about not knocking on some sort of wood product...and that was a BIG mistake. Last night my fear was confirmed with an envelope which read OFFICIAL GOVERNMENT BUSINESS: JURY DUTY: YOUR CIVIC OBLIGATION. (Please refer to picture #1 in my gallery) My stomache sank to my ankles. f*ck! This to me is just a hassle. Not only do i not want to go, but they have me in Lowell District Court, an hour from where i live. AND it's two days b4 i leave for whistler. So needless to say i am going to hopefully get that date and place changed. For those of you who are not as informed about how the whole process plays out, here is a synopsis. On the date indicated on the paper you are to show up. Then you must sit with all the other potential jurors while you hear snipits about the case at hand. After this they select the jury pool based on your being either partial or impartial to one side or both sides. Not only do they use this tactic for their selection but they also look at how one presents themself. I think i am going to be dressed as an 18 year old hooker that day. I mean what better day to pull that costume out of the closet right? Or maybe i could shout out obscenities and sport a nervous tick. Or better yet drink some ipicac and puke all over the place...ya ya that's the one! I am not against jury duty, infact in some cases it can be very interesting...but around these parts it's either a drug offense case or a child abuse case... I must say i cannot deal with a child abuse case and the drug ones, well, they are just BO-RING. And with my great luck i will most likely get chosen for a trial, in which case i will be hung up for a while. NO THANX! Whatever the outcome...i have to go and unless i die (KNOCK ON WOOD!!!!!) there is no way of getting out of this one.
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Published by Meggs: 2:00 AM
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Today is free ice cream cone day at Ben & Jerrys so take full advantage and disguise yourself and keep going back in for more.
hustle bustle
Every morning i leave my house at 8:15 to be at work at 8:30...wait i take that back, i leave my house at 8:23 and 36 seconds for the 15 min drive to work for 8:30....(yes i will be late for my own funeral, already been recognized.) Back to the story at hand...It occured to me this morning that i see the same cars and people running and walking dogs in the same places every single day. It's as if i am in the movie "Groundhog Day," continuously reliving the same johnt to work. If i left 1 minute earlier would i still see these people? would my day end up the same? Does the man with the bright green mitsubishi eclipse notice my little red golf poking it's head out from chamberlain st? Does that woman at the bus stop with her 3 kids and 2 dogs, one of which is the ugliest dog i have ever seen, watch as i zoom by her at lightning speed hoping to make it in record time? Or that boy at the gas station commited to filling tanks at the wee hrs of the morning lift his head and recognize my face? I would like to believe that people take notice to things that surround them, but to be honest we live in a very self-centered world...I really think that all of these people are really just wondering what their day will be like...what bills they must pay by this afternoon...how they hate their jobs and driving to them is the most sickening part of their day.........I on the otherhand pinch myself everyday thanking the good lord above that i don't mind going to work. I would love to leave for work tomorrow at my same time as always 8:23 and 36 seconds and hope that these people will wave to me and smile, but that is a big ole crock of sh*t.
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Published by Meggs: 2:00 AM
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I WOULD LIKE TO TAKE THIS JOURNAL ENTRY TO THANK ADAM RICK AND JOE FOR ALL OF THEIR COUNTLESS HOURS OF HARD WORK AND DEDICATION. THIS SITE HAS GROWN LEAPS AND BOUNDS SINCE I FIRST CAME ABOARD LAST YEAR. IT HAS ALLOWED ME TO MEET SOME OF THE MOST AMAZING PEOPLE THAT I WOULD HAVE OTHERWISE NEVER HAVE KNOWN. THE POWER OF THE INTERNET IS SOMETIMES MIND BOGGLING. THESE GUYS WORK DAY IN AND DAY OUT TO MAKE THIS SITE THE BEST IT CAN BE FOR IT'S MEMBERS. THEY DESERVE MORE THAN JUST A PAT ON THE BACK. PLEASE GO AND VISTIT THEIR PROFILES AND LET THEM KNOW THAT YOU APPRECIATE WHAT THEY ARE DOING. IF YOU REALLY WANT TO SHOW YOUR APPRECIATION GO CORE!!!!!! IT'S THE GREATEST THING. YOU LIKE THE COLORS OF MY PROFILE? OR EVEN IF YOU THINK IT IS TOO GIRLY WHATEVER...YOU CAN MAKE IT ANY COLOR COMBOS YOU WANT...YOU LIKE THOSE COOL ICONS? WELL YOU'LL GET THAT TOO...HOW ABOUT THOSE POPUPS? ARE THEY SCREWING WITH YOUR COMPUTER? WELL GO CORE FOR ONLY $20 FOR A YEAR! YOU WILL EVEN GET TO WATCH ALL THOSE VIDEOS YOU HAVE BEEN ITCHIN' TO SEE ON PEOPLE'S PROFILES. SO MUCH MORE IS INCLUDED SO LET ADAM RICK OR JOE KNOW THAT YOU WANT TO BE A CORE MEMBER TOO. SHOW THEM THAT YOU REALLY SUPPORT THIS SITE! THANX GUYS YOU HAVE MADE MANY OF US A VERY HAPPY BUNCH!
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It's all over
always a good morning with a little jets to brazil.:::::::off to H-town state park for a hike with the kiddies. Riding is done for me....my season was a bust as far as i am concerned. i haven't taken a year off from skiing or riding in 21 years....that's a lot of time spent on the hill and i think that this season it finally caught up to me. i was jaded. and i am broken. time will hopefully heal my aching body. until then i will run around in bare feet and feel the sand, mud, and grass between my toes. and catch fishies that i will then throw back in again for others to enjoy. I want to do forbidden things in open fields and under trees by the lake. god i love the summertime.
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Published by Meggs: 2:00 AM
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random thoughts by meghan oliver
if you have get up at 6am don't go to bed at 2am.
if you have to go to the airport, bring a meryl with you and take the storrow drive exit.(the big dig sux).
i was attacked by a bird not once but twice last night. (thanx leroy.)
getting your heart broken sux.
i am going to the mall today with 7 children in a caravan.(ya mama megg in full effect today yo!).
i love eryka badu in the morning.
jesus i need my coffee.
i just realized that i get 4 paid vacations this year.
i bought my ticket to vancouver this summer.(i have money now....i can learn to like this.)
my right leg is snoring at the moment so even if i wanted to get up i couldn't.
I am wanting a man blanket this week, any takers?(i am a REALLY good cuddle i swear!).
got a new rug last night that i have been eyeing for about a year.(sales i love sales!).
my lips are chapped.
i owe my rent and i keep putting it off. oh well i won't be thrown out at least i know that much.
i haven't worked out in a week and a half. i feel like such a slacker.
i have to sneeze.
being that link is at my house right now reading this...GOOD MORNING LINKY i am thinkin' about cha. today is a new day. call my cell when you read this we'll hang at the mall ;) rock and roll.
um this list will be added to all day most likely so stay tuned. hmmm eveytime i say stay tuned i never update........ok then don't stay tuned.
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Wednesday, April 23, 2003
oh dear god i have to poo....is it morning methods time??????
Toys for Tots
After writing yesterday about toys founds in the depths of a little girl's room, it made me think about some of tha badass toys i used to have....one of my all time favorite toys would have to have been my He Man figurine, the one with the rotating slashed stomache. each time you hit him in the gut the size of the wound on the tummy would grow larger and bloodier. My transformers were high up on the all time fav list as well. After my mum tried to get me to like dolls, she soon realized that her attempts at molding me into a "girl" were futile. I had been stealing all my brother's toys simply b/c they were WAY cooler. I mean come on...what the hell can you do with a barbie...other than cut off her hair and tear off her limbs? transformers were kickass and being a girl meant nothing as far as playing with these awesome wonders. I also had the matt trakker thunderhawk mask car. for those of you who are drawing a blank at what mask was...it was a low budge cartoon in the mid 80's which had real people who turned into super heros with sports cars and motorcycles etc. (for a visual please refer to picture one in photo gallery) well that matt trakker car was in my hands at all times. i lost it one time in my back yard and i flipped out so bad that my mum bought me a new one. I guess one could say that i was a total tomboy. having an older brother who was nuts probably made me this way. Although he practiced his jake the snake and Demolition wrestling moves on me in front of his friends....i always looked up to him. I received a barbie doll for my birthday once...it was excercise barbie with the aqua, boob-revealing, v-neck unitard. she doaned some stylish rainbow stripped leg warmers...and hopped around on friggin' high heels! who the f*ck wears high heels while excercising? well i cried when i opened the package and the girl who gave it to me was devestated. whatever, i am sure she got over it. later that day when everyone left the party i cut off all of her hair and lit her head on fire. i felt empowered to say the very least. i wish i were a kid again.
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Published by Meggs: 2:00 AM
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ok i am way too lazy to write about whistler...plus i think i already talked about it enough in yesterday's journal entry...the arrows at the top of the page look like sperm migrating to the egg...sorry random thought.
SPRING CLEANING
i have been inhaling dust all morning due to the spring cleaning in lia's room. i have found some creepy creatures living amongst the barbie doll heads and beanie babies. i realize that my back is not what it used to be b/c i am in agony due to my climbing under the bed and lifting the desk. bad meggie bad bad meggie. it's funny how many things you come across when cleaning...half the sh*t i can't even decifer what the poop it is anyway. i have been throwing so much stuff away behind her back b/c otherwise she will be like, "OH I LOVE THAT, I WANNA KEEP IT!" like everything else she finds. i remember those days of keeping those strawberry candy wrappers in my white porceline vase. i had to keep it all. in a strange way i miss those days............BUNCHES OF NEW PICS AND VIDEOS THAT PROB DON'T WORK.
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ABOUT 20 NEW PIS ADDED...AND TWO VIDEOS______shaht and sweet....
THANK YOU NOTE
rosy and i are tired...we have been on sh*tty planes trains (and wait not trains) and automobiles....we almost missed our flight due to our own stupidity and rosy's bowels but all is good sorta....we are now going back into town like two absolute idiots to see the postal service. ya we are stupid. but red bull can cure that eh? i feel like i have a layer of plane goo all over my face and my pits are ripe. i will give the whole run down either tomorrow or tuesday consdering i am most likely going to be sleeping for the next 3 days...ya right i wish too bad i have to work tomorrow. well i must say it was all worth the time and travel...thank you to all who made my week killer. you know who you are. special thanx to addy rock for his unending hospitality...and drunken antics in girls boot cut jeans...i have pictures and no adam you will not delete them b/c i will kill you... going to whistler was like going home being that drunk dirt bike jumping is what we do here. best day of the whole trip fo show. anyhoo to everyone else, you all were everything and more than i expected. ok so this is turning into a thank you note...and the journal entry that i am supposed to be writing tomorrow. so i will save you all and stop myself...stay tuned. ps thanx dano that meant a lot to me. sorry you had to get dressed and stop your program download....wait no i am not. but it was rad that you came.
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i am in whistler...so chances are if you don't see me on here you can come and find me there....considering all of my buddies on here pretty much live there. blackcomb lodge yo...do it up!
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Many woman have inspired me to write and this is one of my true mentors. SARK's candid perspective on the lives of women make me feel like i am not alone in the ways i think. I hope you enjoy her as much as i do. This is her take on everyone's favorite topic cellulite
from "Succulent Wild Woman"
"Terror of Cellulite"
Here's what I have done to try and eradicate cellulite: Ridden a bicycle 3,000 miles (and I still had cellulite by the end of it!) Endured a 2-year cellulite massage program (intensely painful, very expensive.) Ran 14 miles a week compulsively ( I also ate so little that i nearly fell asleep while running.) Tried creams, loofah scrubs, steam heat and "wraps" aka miracle cream. (these worked for about 6 hrs.)_________________Still, cellulite creeps back. Would it bother me if I couldn't see it? Why is it so unsightly, and why do i care? Perhaps I see it as a flaw, or evidence of pain or being out of control, not in shape. Women can be relentlessly focused on matters of appearance. I remember my first sighting of cellulite. I was a college freshman and had spent the first year eating donuts. I was trying on bathing suits, and caught a rear view in the changing room mirror.....The Horror of Cellulite!.....I've spent inordinate amounts of time arranging my thigh fat while lying down in the sun, so that no cellulite shows, or backing away from a lover so he doesn't see the backs of my legs........Now I eat chocolate, drink red wine, and make feeble attmepts to accept my cellulite. Failing that, I'd just like to sit in a chair in a pair of shorts without adjusting my thighs so there are no fat bulges. MADNESS! I see these obsessive thoughts and marvel at my mind's ability to try and make it "normal." My friend had a new lover, and began backing out of the room after sex, and all of a sudden stopped and said intensely, " These are my thighs. I have cellulite. Take it or leave it." Her lover replied, "What's cellulite?"...........Let's laugh at cellulite! Start a cellulite acceptance club. Find ways to make friends with it. I realize that cellulite has stuck by me all these years-it must have something to offer..........I also think that if we could get cellulite put into barbie dolls, it would help A LOT with self-acceptance. -SARK
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___________COME ON BRUINS! GET IT TOGETHER!!!_____ GAME ONE OF 1st SERIES___NJ-1__B's-0________________"DO I SMELL BACON?"_____________________________________________________There i am crankin' 1st, 2nd then 3rd rippin' up Cordaville Rd. I pass Carboni's while rockin' out to wyclef jean...reaching the crest of the hill i see him...i know immediately. he had zeroed in on me yet the lights were not apparent at that very moment. all i could think of to do at that time was too keep my cool...hoping that he maybe didn't see me. i crept by him at a snail's pace, pretending to have no clue of his presence all the while singing along to mr. wyclef. As the cruiser showed up in my rearview...the lights flashed. DAMN! i knew it! oh well i am a woman...he he and a cute one at that. HAHAHA ya well that's what i like to think in situations such as this. Car goes-off, Window goes-down, Meg goes-f*ck. "Hello license and registration please?" I almost felt myself pulling a "Fresh Prince of Bel Air" by mouthing the words as they came out of his mouth. We all know those dreaded words..."Well Miss Oliver I clocked you in coming up that hill at 47 mph....the limit is posted at 35. So that means that you were 13mph over the limit." I wanted so badly to say, "Um excuse me officer...that would be 12 miles over the limit"....but i didn't want to be arrested for correcting an idiot now did i? So i let him slide on the mistake and just played stupid...."i am sorry sir. I normally don't drive this road so i was not aware." (i love being a woman he he) He retreated back to the warm confines of his car and left me to freeze in mine...i knew i would get off...i am a woman (did i mention the fact that i love being a woman?) Not to foget here that i am a STEP NINE that's right i said STEP NINE driver. Best of the best baby! After a 10 minute freeze session in the golf, he returns with a written warning...."Well miss Oliver you seem to be in quite a hurry...let's slow it down next time, OK?" "Yes, officer i will....this is what happens when you are (wink) trying to squeeze everything into an hour lunch break." Wait a second (wink?) ya i guess i did just wink at the guy...oh man i am bad...But he noticably brightened up when i did so....so i guess it was a good thing. "Well, he retorted with a smirk, that could have been a pretty expensive lunch break now wouldn't it?" "Yes you are right, have a good day!" Window-up, Car-on, Meg-WOO HOO! (i love being a step nine driver AND A WOMAN! wink* wink*)
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Wednesday, April 09, 2003
miss livi brought me back to my childhood again yesterday with her lovely rendition of "condoms in the woods." We have all been guilty of being young and innocent at some point in our lives. Her story brought me back to the time i linked up with some neighborhood kids to explore the new "swimming hole" Katrina had found. Word got out that day that Katrina Elkins made a discovery at the end of David St. All of the neighborhood children gathered and we rode away with our pink and blue bicycles fully equipped with the playing cards in the spokes to create that "motorcycle" effect. As we came upon the trail Katrina exclaimed like the true dictator she was, "We must all leave our bikes here!" Being that she was 3 years older we all nodded our trusting heads and began to follow. Down the muddy slope, and over the wet rocks...i could smell the potency of the skunk cabbage underfoot. After treking through the woods for about 10 minutes we were beginning to think that Katrina was throwing us for a loop, when all of a sudden the brush opened up into a waterfall laced with a beautiful weeping willow. WOW! our pupils dialated at the potential of the surroundings.........Looking back we must have looked like the boys in The Lord of the Flies, hooting and hollaring at the new discovery we now officially called the "hole." Over the next few days we built a slide out of an old piece of plexiglass we found near the hole. The days in school were long with anticipation of the afternoon's expected arrival. A week went by and another day came to a close. This particular evening i arrived home quite wet and my mum had questioned where i had been. My brother sat at the dinner table with a curious look about him and a wrinkled nose..."EWWWWWWWW," he said, "you smell gross!" My mum then agreed and said "Meghan, where were you?" I felt that if i told them about the hole, I would be betraying our secret promise we all had made to one another...but there was no way out of this one...my mum had ways of getting information out of me that were beyond my control. I said, "well Katrina found this...." "you were with Katrina Elkins?" she interrupts. Knowing that i was already in deep for just haning out with the neighborhood hellion i made like a shrinkydink and cowarded. "Uh, well we found this new swimming spot down behind the johnson's house at the end of David St." My mum just stood there looking disgusted while my brother began to bust out in laughter..."HA HA HA HA HA, he yelps, you were swimming in the sewer! That's why you stink so bad! HA HA HA HA...." My mother knew that I was young and naive....she looked at me with saddened yet laughing eyes and said, "go take a bath and don't ever let me catch you going there ever again." Feeling like a total moron i slipped away into the bathroom...It all became clear to me now what that big tunnel was near the road....that WAS the sewer...I never did tell anyone way i couldn't go back to the hole. why? i don't know...but i am assuming now that many of those kids have babies with 3 arms and 2 heads. The moral of this story is that kids will do stupid things in their lifetime...and yes, we will be disappointed, but the lifetime of laughter is definitely worth every bit of it.
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Published by Meggs: 2:00 AM
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The culmination of the past 21 years is all about to become my reality. ever since i was a little girl...i have dreamed about whistler. i remember at age 7 looking at my powder and skiing magazines and seeing the peaks of the Whistler backcountry, and thinking to myself that's where i wanna be. i wanted nothing more than to be an extreme skier for my entire childhood. Being from the east coast, i had never seen anything the likes of this wonderment. Whistler was always the prime destination for the best of the best. i held onto that glimmer of hope that someday i would get there and now i am finally making it my reality. For those of you who live there you may not understand why i feel so passionate about BC. But to me it signified all my childhood hopes and dreams of living a life of beauty, wonder, and simplicity. Although i never did continue to persue my dream as a skier i felt as if i must still go and experience the magesty. This trip is bitter sweet to me b/c i am going to meet everyone i have shared my words with for the past year. In a very strange way these people have been a support and an escape from the world around me. Although they seem to live inside of my computer, i know that there are real hands typing, real eyes reading, and real hearts understanding. Thank you to all of my friends on sb.com for making this past year bareable. Unfortunately the bitterness will be when i must leave. in the words of Adam A., "once you get here you will never want to leave." I believe him. But i know i WILL be back very soon.
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Published by Meggs: 2:00 AM
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ok today i cannot function correctly...so this will be brief. i cannot see my computer screen right now due to a migraine that sprung upon me about 10 mins ago....scrambling for my meds i realized i do not have them here. so anyhoo this day is a total loss right now. eveytime i look at something it looks like the science ball screen saver. For people who don't care about actual "cool" screen savers, you know what i am talking about. well went to godspeed you! black emperor last night and i was in a trance the entire time. so amazing ahhhhh....ummmm ya i am gonna go throw up now. i hate being blessed with these damn things. thanx mum. luv ya anyway. 7 days til WHISTLER BABY! ps thanks florian ;) you are my hero!
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Mr. Rogers~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~I am not sure how it all started to be honest but I can clearly recall being in nursery school at the tender age of 3 crying my lungs out due to the record on heavy rotation. "Come on and Wake Up", was the name of it. This seemed to be the beginning of my sheer distain for Mr. Rogers. It was nap time and we settled down on the navy blue plush carpet with our polyester Dukes of Hazard and Pac Man sleeping bags. I snuggled into my pink Strawberry Shortcake bag with the broken zipper. Mrs. Knowles apparently had some deep affinity for Fred Rogers seeing that she played this record almost every Thursday. As soon as the curtains were drawn and the needle was placed on the spinning black circle, the tears of diapproval rained down my face. Flip went the lights and up lift the heads of the droopy-eyed children. Mrs. Batton squats down beside me and wipes away the tears away from my cheek. "Do you want to come into the red room and nap in there?" With a sniff sniff of my nose I blink my eyes and nod my head in agreement. As I exit the big classroom I cringe at the sound of Fred Rogers greating his attentive listeners in between the fuzziness of the needle scratching against the vinyl. My tattered sleeping bag drags across the floor and I feel a tinge of saticfaction. I knew that I was not to be bothered by him anymore. After writing this I realized how amazingly petrified I was of Electric Company as well as the Bloodhound Gang. I think that PBS scarred me for life.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*we are still thinking of you walker*
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Published by Meggs: 2:00 AM
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MISS LIVIYA!!!!! EVERYONE GO AND LEAVE HER A HAPPY LITTLE MESSAGE AND IF YOU DON'T I WILL KILL YOU! APLENMUFFIN IS THE NAME TAKING sh*t FROM sh*tTY SEATTLITES IS HER GAME.__________________________Weight What?__________________________ "When Ariel gets in the car, tell her she's not fat." The words shot through me like a finger to a light socket. My heart sank and for that moment I knew...I knew what those thoughts an obsessions were all about..........................This horrible self scrutiny which takes ahold of young girls and never really seems to let them go has reared it ugly head into the minds of the 3 young ladies who grace the back set of my car. I glance through my rearview at the faces of three beautiful girls. Not knowing quite what to reply to this comment, I clear my head and with a concerning look I let my question fly, "Kayleigh, why would you even need to say that right off the bat to Ariel?" With a slight shrug of the shoulder she replys, "Well, she is OBSESSED with her weight, and she totally thinks that she is fat!" Silence fell over the confines of the enclosed space. She continues with an ehre of urgency..."Out of all of us I am the fatest!" Immediately i was placed back into the mind and body of an 11 year old girl who used to stand in front of the mirror pinching and sucking in her stomach. The smell of the toilet as she hung over it praying for the courage to shove that toothbrush down farther............The things i never wanted to remember but suddenly had no choice. I remember how cruel children could be. The names...I would like to take the person who thought of the saying, "sticks and stones may break my bones...but names will never hurt me" and knock some sense into them. Names stay with a child forever. I know better now then to let them hurt me but tell that to a young girl. "Kayleigh, why would you even bother bringing it up immediately when she gets into the car?" As much as I knew the answers to all of my own questions I felt compelled to hear her thoughts and reasonings behind what she believed. "Well, I figure if we just tell her right away, she won't worry about it all day." "But Kay, don't you think that she will feel even more insecure to the fact taht we were obviously talking about her before she got into the car?" "Good point....Ok we won't say anything...But I KNOW that we will hear about it all day." A few minutes later we arrive at Ariel's house and this little sprite of a girl climbs into the front seat of my car. Where on earth did this girl get the idea that she is fat? It was all beyond my comprehension at this point....Nothing was discussed for the remainder of the car ride. But Kayleigh's words kept the chapter dog-eared in my head.........Several weeks have passed since this discussion and I have progressively noticed a budding 12 year old standing in front of the mirror pullling at her chin and critiquing her appearance. I know all the things that run through her head daily...I can relate more than she will ever know. But when you are that pre-adolescent girl you think that you are the ONLY one who feels like this and that no one else especially an adult can understand. All I can do is attempt to plant seeds in her head about how selfworth and personality are the most important things in the end. For now at least she will not see it that way, I know....But my words will be filed away in the far reaches of her mind only to be unearthed one day.....and then she will understand.
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Wednesday, April 02, 2003
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MEGGIE...HE HE, HAAAAAAAAPPY BIIIIIRTHDAAAAAAAAAY TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MEEEEEEEEE!~I HAVE WAITED TOO LONG TO BE 16!----------------------we are thinking of you tristan walker....helmets do save lives...what's worse looking like a "dork" in a helmet or looking like a vegetable in a hospital bed?----you choose......
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