I've been having a lot of weird dreams lately. They often involve people from my past. Its odd. They are people I haven't seen or even thought about in YEARS. Suddenly, they are popping up in my dreams. The other night I was at my childhood friend's house, even they weren't there. Um, I haven't been at that house in 15+ years, as he became too cool for me in 9th grade. Last night, I was hanging out with a bunch of the band nerds from high school (I was one too, so I don't say that in a judgmental way). We were our current ages and hanging out at the dunes on Lake Michigan. Very odd. I can't share details because its weird and awkward....HA!
I think it has to do with the fact that my 10 year reunion is coming up! Its not so much that I'm nervous/scared/excited about it, more that it has brought to mind people that I haven't thought about much in the last few years.
Its odd how our mind works.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Friday, June 19, 2009
Its Fine.
When my brother and I were younger, we'd come home from school and make a batch of chocolate chip cookie dough. Then we'd eat half the dough...raw. Then we might cook the remainder for our parents. We LOVED this.
I also remember distinctly riding in the back of the pick up truck numerous times. We used to car pool to school on days we had choir or band or whatever and sometimes when it was my mom's turn to drive we would have to take the truck and pile in the back...there was a topper, but it was just wide open back there. We were always told to sit close to the front or on the sides though. I also very vividly remember getting sick one morning after going out to brunch and on the way home from Omaha I had to ride laying down in the back of the truck because I'd throw up if I was sitting up.
In the good old days, my friend Ali and I would get on our matching bikes and ride around the neighborhood for hours. If it was a hot summer day, we'd wiggle in our swim suits and stop at all the houses watering their lawn and run thru the sprinklers. It was the best. We also would stop at the ditch and swing into it on the branches of the willow tree that hung over it. (That is until someone new moved in and yelled at us!)
The point is, I did all this and more and am still alive to tell about it.
Parents today don't let their kids do that. They don't get to go out and just play. Everything is scheduled. Parents are too worried about their kids getting sick, or fat, or abducted to really let them do anything fun or spontaneous. It makes me wonder what this generation will grow up to be like... I hope I won't be like that as a parent. I hope I remember what its like to play in the backyard until it got dark, to ride bikes all afternoon and to just have time to be a kid.
I also remember distinctly riding in the back of the pick up truck numerous times. We used to car pool to school on days we had choir or band or whatever and sometimes when it was my mom's turn to drive we would have to take the truck and pile in the back...there was a topper, but it was just wide open back there. We were always told to sit close to the front or on the sides though. I also very vividly remember getting sick one morning after going out to brunch and on the way home from Omaha I had to ride laying down in the back of the truck because I'd throw up if I was sitting up.
In the good old days, my friend Ali and I would get on our matching bikes and ride around the neighborhood for hours. If it was a hot summer day, we'd wiggle in our swim suits and stop at all the houses watering their lawn and run thru the sprinklers. It was the best. We also would stop at the ditch and swing into it on the branches of the willow tree that hung over it. (That is until someone new moved in and yelled at us!)
The point is, I did all this and more and am still alive to tell about it.
Parents today don't let their kids do that. They don't get to go out and just play. Everything is scheduled. Parents are too worried about their kids getting sick, or fat, or abducted to really let them do anything fun or spontaneous. It makes me wonder what this generation will grow up to be like... I hope I won't be like that as a parent. I hope I remember what its like to play in the backyard until it got dark, to ride bikes all afternoon and to just have time to be a kid.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
The Crazy Girl
Inside every female lives a Crazy Girl (I considered calling her Psycho Girl, but that brings to mind a psychotic knife wielding character from an old horror movie and I wasn't going for violent). For most of us females, we can keep Crazy Girl at bay, but she inevitably peaks her head out randomly.
What am I talking about?
If you're female, you know. If you're male, I'll try to explain. Crazy Girl is the irrational part of every female. Most socially accepted females are able to keep her in check and hidden. Some women have a little more trouble with her. She tries her best to come to the forefront and take over all thoughts. She causes women to freak out over nothing. To over analyze notes, phone calls and the like. To read into comments and behaviors of those around them. Crazy Girl likes us to think that just because our friends don't call within a certain amount of time, they don't like us any more. That our boys have someone on the side because they don't want to see us every minute of every day. And maybe that we're going to get fired because she's sure the boss gave us a funny look today.
Crazy Girl is the ultimate Drama Queen. Stirring up shit where there's only a bit of dirt to be seen.
If you're good, Crazy Girl only comes around once in a while. Our rational mind can generally keep Crazy Girl in check and remind us that no, our friends are not mad at us, our boy does not have another girlfriend and our boss is not going to fire us tomorrow. Sometimes we can stop her before the thought even fully forms, but sometimes it takes a while. Sometimes we need help to keep Crazy Girl at bay. Friends, drugs, whatever...
But be warned, when Crazy Girl is in control, she does not easily give up. Sometimes a calm rational voice of reason can shrink her away, but sometimes it only fuels her fire. There are times when she gets on a roll and will turn every word, look and action into a negative. There's not much that can be done at this point. Chocolate. Wine. Sleep. They generally work.
Good luck. And may her visits to you be few and far between.
What am I talking about?
If you're female, you know. If you're male, I'll try to explain. Crazy Girl is the irrational part of every female. Most socially accepted females are able to keep her in check and hidden. Some women have a little more trouble with her. She tries her best to come to the forefront and take over all thoughts. She causes women to freak out over nothing. To over analyze notes, phone calls and the like. To read into comments and behaviors of those around them. Crazy Girl likes us to think that just because our friends don't call within a certain amount of time, they don't like us any more. That our boys have someone on the side because they don't want to see us every minute of every day. And maybe that we're going to get fired because she's sure the boss gave us a funny look today.
Crazy Girl is the ultimate Drama Queen. Stirring up shit where there's only a bit of dirt to be seen.
If you're good, Crazy Girl only comes around once in a while. Our rational mind can generally keep Crazy Girl in check and remind us that no, our friends are not mad at us, our boy does not have another girlfriend and our boss is not going to fire us tomorrow. Sometimes we can stop her before the thought even fully forms, but sometimes it takes a while. Sometimes we need help to keep Crazy Girl at bay. Friends, drugs, whatever...
But be warned, when Crazy Girl is in control, she does not easily give up. Sometimes a calm rational voice of reason can shrink her away, but sometimes it only fuels her fire. There are times when she gets on a roll and will turn every word, look and action into a negative. There's not much that can be done at this point. Chocolate. Wine. Sleep. They generally work.
Good luck. And may her visits to you be few and far between.
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