they can be nice sometimes.
Like tonight, when I walked in the house from teaching preschool choir. I got to the door and there was a peice of folded up paper with my name on it. Of course this has my moms name written all over it, but I still have no idea what its about. The top declares it the "Magical Mystery Tour II" (Magical Mystery Tour I being our youth choir missions trip). It just says that I'm not the only one to recieve the note, and that I need to pack warmly for three days. Most important, at the end, is states "NO QUESTIONS ASKED."
That is very hard for me; I immediately asked my mom if my employer knew I wouldn't be at work on Saturday...she wouldn't say anything, she just pointed to the last line. So who knows where I'll be tomorrow.
Some surprises are not so nice. Doctors tend to deliver the least fun surprises. Surprise! you have cancer. Surprise! you have 2 months to live. I remember another Wednesday afternoon a few months ago I came home to find one of my mom's friend's car in the driveway. Thinking at first that they were having tea or something of the sort, I walked in to find my mom in tears, and she sprung one of those awful surprises on me, "Taylor, Chelsea is gone."
Somehow, I don't feel like all the good surprises in life could possibly balance out the bad ones. Luckily we have a loving God who can fill in the spaces that bad surprises leave, and make us whole again.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Sunday, January 11, 2009
to be or not to be...responsible, that is
So basically, I hate responsibility.
I'm sitting here on the couch, with my ankle propped up and covered with a cold pack. I'm on pain meds, so it's quite possible this blog will not be coherent when I read it later on. oh well.
So here's my dilemma: my ankle is swollen and sore, (well, not at the moment, due to the afore-mentioned pain killers) and walking on crutches is not as fun as it looks. Actually, it's downright painful. Not only does it kill your underarms, but its drawing blood blisters on my hands. icky.
I have a doctors note I could use to get out of school tomorrow, but I feel like possibly I might miss something, like, oh, I don't know, exam reviews? (speaking of, my lit teacher would murder me if she saw all those commas)
So my responsible side is like "Taylor, you ARE going to school tomorrow, and you're going to like it".
And then the teenager side of me insists "Taylor, I mean really, you're going to fail your calculus exam anyways, and you can use the time to work on your essay. Take the extra day."
So yeah, the battle is raging inside my head. And no, I'm not schizo. lol.
But seeing as how its already past 10 at night, and my pain medication is only making me loopy, and not tired (its really frustrating) I'm not seeing sleep coming for quite a while. I'm betting on the teenager inside of me to win =]
I'm sitting here on the couch, with my ankle propped up and covered with a cold pack. I'm on pain meds, so it's quite possible this blog will not be coherent when I read it later on. oh well.
So here's my dilemma: my ankle is swollen and sore, (well, not at the moment, due to the afore-mentioned pain killers) and walking on crutches is not as fun as it looks. Actually, it's downright painful. Not only does it kill your underarms, but its drawing blood blisters on my hands. icky.
I have a doctors note I could use to get out of school tomorrow, but I feel like possibly I might miss something, like, oh, I don't know, exam reviews? (speaking of, my lit teacher would murder me if she saw all those commas)
So my responsible side is like "Taylor, you ARE going to school tomorrow, and you're going to like it".
And then the teenager side of me insists "Taylor, I mean really, you're going to fail your calculus exam anyways, and you can use the time to work on your essay. Take the extra day."
So yeah, the battle is raging inside my head. And no, I'm not schizo. lol.
But seeing as how its already past 10 at night, and my pain medication is only making me loopy, and not tired (its really frustrating) I'm not seeing sleep coming for quite a while. I'm betting on the teenager inside of me to win =]
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
life
Just a nice little "first" blog =]...
Lately it's dawned on me: I'm getting old.
Well, not in the broad scheme of things. But it seems like just yesterday I was standing petrified outside of the "scary" middle school. Now I'm halfway through my senior year, left wondering where the time went!
It's scary, growing up. You have to start making decisions that are going to follow you the rest of your life. You have to start being responsible (ick), getting a job, applying for college, you know, all that fun stuff.
I wish I had known then what I know now: take advantage of the time you have of being a kid, messing around, having fun...because while it's fully possible (actually, certain) that you'll enjoy you're "adult" years, nothing beats the carefree lifestyle of a kid.
But hey, that's life, right?
Lately it's dawned on me: I'm getting old.
Well, not in the broad scheme of things. But it seems like just yesterday I was standing petrified outside of the "scary" middle school. Now I'm halfway through my senior year, left wondering where the time went!
It's scary, growing up. You have to start making decisions that are going to follow you the rest of your life. You have to start being responsible (ick), getting a job, applying for college, you know, all that fun stuff.
I wish I had known then what I know now: take advantage of the time you have of being a kid, messing around, having fun...because while it's fully possible (actually, certain) that you'll enjoy you're "adult" years, nothing beats the carefree lifestyle of a kid.
But hey, that's life, right?
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