Category: Bits and Pieces

Sometimes, I feel like my temper and I are standing on opposite sides of a glass wall. Every time I get annoyed, my temper punches the wall, and it cracks. A tiny crack, but enough to make it easier next time I get frustrated. Sometimes, after a lot of punching, the wall shatters. I can’t prevent the wall from shattering, but I can pick up the pieces and build a new one.

For those of you who don’t know, it worked out that I got Drake. He is so cute and cuddly and I love him. He’s crate-trained, good with other dogs, and great on walks. I think he’s the perfect dog for our family, and I’m so glad it worked out. In other news, I have a chorus concert next week… On crazy hair day. Yeah, let’s see how that works out.

My Mom’s friend is holding a dog for “foster care”. They are trying to find him a forever home. His name is Drake. He is a Chow-Chow and German Shepherd mix. He has beautiful, short red fur. He also has big brown eyes and is so darn cute you’d just about die if you saw him. My Mom was willing to let us adopt him, which was really exciting for me and my brother. The only problem was another family was interested as well. They met him on Sunday, but we had plans to meet him today(Thursday). I got off the bus and immediately knew we weren’t going. My Mom told me and Alex the other family had already started filling out the paperwork, which meant we most likely wouldn’t get Drake. There is still a chance, but it’s very slim.

I know this is a lesson that taught me we’ll find a new dog, and maybe it wasn’t meant to be. But I wanted Drake. I want Drake. And in my heart, though I know he can’t be mine, I won’t believe it until it happens.

When we walk through those double doors every morning, we feel a sense of pride and confidence. Whether it be new shoes, shirt, or haircut, we have something we want to show off. But when we look up in to the eyes of fear and humiliation, that pride and confidence shrink back until they are nothing. Then we see weakness in Evil’s eyes. Our desperation and determination to humiliate them back is faltered only by a sense of humanity and mercy. And then, one soul comforts another, uniting the two forevermore.

If this doesn’t make sense to you, read it again. If this does make sense to you, you’ll understand what’s going on in my life. If you understand it, can you give me a call? I need advice. And unfortunately, my top pick for advisor is on the other side of the country. But I don’t want her worrying. It’s nothing major. Just preteens being preteens. It’s as simple as that. Or as complicated as that…..

You know, I’m really sick of all this snow. The Westerners get to go have a jolly good time in seventy degree weather while us Easterners are freezing our butts off. I have nothing to do all day, and I’m really bored of staring out a (snow-filled) window. That and I have a headache from so much screen time. Winter is great and all, but I wish spring would hurry along because the current situation is pretty sucky.

Inspiring
Dedicated
Humorous
Happy
Funny
Kind
Sweet
Joyous
Exciting
My Grandpa is many things.
Most of all, he is my role model.
Happy Birthday Grandpa.

I haven’t been posting much lately. Partly because I just don’t have time. My life is a big blur of busy. Whenever I think, “Finally, I can do something I want to do!” I remember some other chore or homework I have to complete. It’s very agitating. I have so much going on, I doubt I can list it all. All County Chorus, basketball, auditions for plays, the science fair, chores, homework, SIGNET. . . and on top of all that I need more sleep. Which means I need to go to bed earlier. Which means I lose the opportunity to relax and spend time charging my batteries. Whether it be reading, writing, playing or what, I need a break from work. That’s because I’m a kid. I’m pretty lucky
that way. Because the thing is, in real life, you don’t get breaks. The work just keeps coming. You don’t get playtime. You don’t have recess.

Tomorrow morning I have a dental appointment. My younger brother has always had a problem with the dentist. So, I always play it cool when we go together. But on the inside… I’m mortified. The strange, funky looking tools they stick in my mouth. The icky, gooey toothpaste that trickles down the back of my throat. I hate it. And I just want to say, it really sucks that I don’t have anyone to hold my hand. ‘Cause all of us older kids have to look like we’re not afraid. Our younger siblings look up to us. We’re the ones who look brave during strep tests, dentist appointments, and just flat out life. But trust me. We’re terrified. Just thought you should know.