Sneetches

If there's one thing I can't stand, it's....

A Cool Group.

In crowd, popular group. whatever.

Last summer I saw it manifest in a group of 12 and 13 year old girls at a church girl's camp. They stood in circles the whole weekend, dressed the same, and gave fake smiles whenever you caught them looking you up and down.   It made the whole thing so totally un-fun for everyone else, because of course if you're 12, you care. And if you absolutely adore the 12 and 13 year olds who are being left out (as I do)...you care.

Why do I bring this up? Because today I saw it happen with a couple of 4 year old boys. Jesse was so excited to see his "friends." But they left Jesse out the entire time, ran away from him, ignored him- even though he was trying so hard to play with them. Jesse always had to be the bad guy even though he hates to be the bad guy. They even sat together and whispered secrets to each other at the lunch table-while looking right at Jesse- and wouldn't let Jesse hear the secrets. Okay, so they are four.  But  why don't you just put your hand down my throat, rip out my bleeding heart and let me slowly die as I watch? Hm. That got a bit out of control. But seriously, it was a bit painful sitting there with my dear friends watching this go on and having to bite my tongue and smile and pretend to ignore it.

I see it everywhere with adults, too. Gossiping. Judging. Ostracizing. Even outright pointing and laughing.

I wish we could all just be nice to each other. And I wish I was a big enough person to always love everyone, even people who aren't nice.

What do you think? Any tips? I would love to hear your thoughts! :)

A Whole Lot of Yah

Nurse: The test came back..... positive for strep throat

Me: Really? Oh, thank goodness! I'm so glad.

It's nice to know I'm not just making up excuses. I felt like crap for a reason....

Brrrrraaaaaaadd!! :)

And I so love modern medicine for making me better in one day so I could work out finally and get my house clean after the Christmas-slash-house-painting mess of the last couple weeks. I've also been getting more sunlight, taking vitamins, eating less sugar and going to bed earlier in my attempts to self-heal before I knew what it was. So there's the silver lining.

In other news, we are all geared up for the Olympics next month! (thanks to my mother-in-law)

GO CANADA!

Working Hard

Brad painted our entire basement the other day. Jesse helped. He is sooo proud of the wall he painted. (The green looks way better in real life)

Lots of Blah.

I grabbed this book, A Most Wanted Man, off the bookshelf spontaneously and just finished wasting several hours of my life reading it. Yawn! Oh my goodness, I could have cared less about the characters in this book. And it used too many big words and there was not a second of gripping suspense. Someone, please, recommend a good suspense/mystery/spy novel to me, and remind me never to "guess" that a book might be good again.

Also, I feel miserable. Tired, depressed and awful. I waited 4 hours to get my blood tested today and no, I don't have mono or low iron. Maybe I am not getting enough sunlight? Too much sugar, perhaps?