All posts tagged: family

Remembering Yourself in Moments

In a perfect world, I would have posted this on Mother’s Day. It’s not a perfect world, and I didn’t really see the significance behind the picture (other than it being one of my favorite pictures) until the tail end of the day, once the Bloody Marys were bottomed, the bacon was gone, and long after I strong-armed my dear mom into a promise that she’d watch The Martian. I’ll willingly confess that The Martian made me cry. It’s been a long while since a movie made me feel that many things, so I figured it was worth forcing upon a woman who notoriously hates space movies. Sorry, Mom… The photograph above has always been one of my favorite pictures of my sweet mother. I stole it from a photo album years ago, and it has accompanied me to the various cities and apartments I’ve called home. Usually, it sits tucked in my nightstand drawer, along with a photo of my dad playing softball, a photo of my brother, a photo of my parents when they …

Stop Motion Memories

“Do you have any good memories?” My mom delicately asked, in almost a whispered hush.  I knew she wanted me to say yes. I knew she wanted me to spill my soul in the parking lot of the mall where she had just purchased my 25th birthday present. Without hesitating, I answered. “What?” “Do you have any good memories from your childhood?” I understood what she was asking, and realized I had become that person who asks, “What?” when they heard the question the first time. “Not really, Mom. I mean, I have memories! I have vibrant memories of random things. Little slivers that come and go.  I remember my purple bedroom, and it didn’t have a door, so we hung that big woven blanket up at night. I remember picking out stickers for Josh at the doctor to put on his bed at the nursing home. And I remember making a dream catcher at the hospital when Josh was sick, and how much I loved that dream catcher…” My voice trailed off as I …

Something To Celebrate

I’ve always been the bomb at giving presents to my family. Let’s see… There was the year, around age twelve, that my dad gave me twenty five dollars to go Christmas shopping with, and I bought EVERYBODY candles. Mom? Overbearing pink rose scented candle. Dad? Layered blue “sea breeze” candle. Aunt? White candle that smells nothing like clean cotton, but is labeled as so. You may know by now that I’m PRETTY health conscious. I was too busy eating pop rocks and rapidly consuming Dunkaroos when I was a kid, (oh my GOSH remember Dunkaroos?), to worry about sugar content.These weren’t even cotton wicked soy candles. They were most likely lead wicked, artificially dyed, poisonous pots of wax that I bought for $1.99 in the clearance section of Kmart. There was the year that I was six and the concept of money did not yet exist to me, so I cut out pictures of animals from magazines, glued them on colored construction paper, and wrapped each one individually. There was the year I gave my …

Findingravity Anti Bullying Link Up

I’ve always been a little hesitant of blog hops/link ups. Personally, and this is JUST my opinion, I blog because I’m passionate about writing. I don’t blog to get comments, or to have a million followers, or to feel self important. Obviously I ADORE my followers, and the thoughtful insights they share with me, and I am so grateful that you have stumbled across my corner of the blogosphere and taken a moment to read about the things I care about, (mixed in with frequent Will Smith dance parties, Adam Levine tangents, and the occasional embarrassing story). So yes, blog hops/link ups have always made me raise an eyebrow. Now I suppose giveaways are considered link ups (because TECHNICALLY people are linking up to my blog through the giveaway) but currently, I’m not getting paid to promote these products, and I’m not even receiving one to try out for myself. I’m just saying thanks to my readers for being so wonderful. When I decided to host the NALS giveaway, I spent two hours one night …

Dear Modern Day Teenagers of 2012

Dear Modern Day Teenagers of 2012, Listen up. I made it through, and so will you. I have a few matters I’d like to discuss with you, but it is out of respect and compassion that I am bringing these matters to the surface. I will deliver this “tough love” with all the sincerity, understanding, and honesty I can muster. I will try to be gentle when I can, I will always be kind, but I will never lie to you. I am here because I was once one of you. I feel you. I get it.  I wish somebody on the outside had taken the time to sit down with me and explain some of these things to me. We have a few issues to discuss. Have a seat. First of all, unclench. I’m not your principal, your guidance counselor, or either of your parents. I bet it feels like they are all pretty hard on you sometimes. I bet it feels like they are attempting to make your life as a teenager miserable, …

Ten Things I Learned From My Father

A few months ago, I featured a post titled “Ten Things I Learned From My Mom.” I’ve spent the last few weeks reflecting, and decided that I also wanted to feature a similar post dedicated to my father. I’m fortunate enough to have two loving parents that I am very close with, and I hope some day that I can take everything I’ve learned from them, and apply it to my own parenting techniques. 1. Kick ‘Em Where It Hurts In first grade, I came off the school bus hysterically crying. My dad met me at the top of our driveway, tried to console the sobbing little human peeking timidly up at him from underneath her bangs, while clutching her ninja turtle lunch box. After he asked me what was wrong, I explained that another boy on the bus had been saying mean things to me. My dad told me to nicely ask the boy to leave me alone, and to tell the bus driver if he didn’t listen The next day, Dad met me …

Selachophobia: An abnormal and persistent fear of sharks.

I really dislike sharks. I think I just heard people attempting to bust open my door with a chopped down tree trunk, while simultaneously trying to light my apartment on fire with torches. Beauty And The Beast style [photo source] I don’t understand the whole shark fetish. Shark week is the least cool week of the entire year. In fact, I don’t even turn on my television during shark week. Why would I ever want to take time out of my life, to sit down in front of the television, just to watch a fifteen foot long beast rip a seal, human, or boat to shreds? I would rather watch paranormal activity alone in a dark room. I realize that I spent a great deal of time in Australia, which is the sharkiest area in the world, but I did a pretty good job of staying away from them while I was there. If you’ve been following my blog, you already know that I am apprehensive and opposing of any animal trying to kill me. …