Friday, April 20, 2012

Rewind

Do you ever wish you could go back and change something knowing what you know now?

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Whisper words of wisdom...

*Note: This is not a poem or a paragraph or an essay or anything that English teachers should grade.  I formally call this: a blahb.

My Mother

My mother was born.
Yes, once upon a time Lisa was born in...Idaho?  Maybe?  Holy cow I just realized I don't know where my mother was born.  Eh hem...once upon a time my mother grew up in a tiny town in Idaho.  Her friends called her dot because she was so short and skinny.  Like a dot.  She was on the dance team and had long, flowy, naturally blonde hair.  She was beautiful.

Mom was born quirky. Mom likes to eat things that are not edible.  She eats erasers, paper, cardboard, etc.  I know, weird.  When I was a kid I thought it was normal to eat (yes, eat) the scraggly ends of of notebook paper that you tear out of a spiral notebook.  My mother made us all believe that it was normal.  And then I grew up and was made fun of and stopped that habit quickly.  I remember when my little sister, Rebecca, drew a master piece drawing of the ocean during church and my mom was on the phone (not paying attention), and she ate half of Becca's drawing.  Hahaha.  Becca was devastated and my mom felt horrible.

Mother was not born to be emotional.  Side hugs will be all that you get from my mom.  She is awkward when you get mushy and would rather die than let you see her cry.  She is a tough woman.

Mom was born with super-powers.  She can cook anything, do ANY hairstyle, and sew anything (seriously, prom dress, quilts, curtains, bridesmaid dress, you name it). Oh, and she can do all of this in record time.  My mom moves so quickly she sweats.  I'll never forget the "game" we played practically every day to get the house clean.  Mom would set the timer, and we'd see if we could beat our last record time to clean a specific room.  To motivate us, she would yell "Quick!  I hear dad pulling in the garage!"  All the while sweat would be dripping down her face as she vacuumed.  She knows the meaning of hard work.

My mom was not born to keep secrets.  She gets too excited and can't keep anything in.  :)  She denies this.
 
Most importantly, my mother was born to be a mother.  It is her destiny.  She does not judge a soul.  One person will never be greater than another person in my mother's eyes.  She sees everyone in the same light.  I love that.  She is funny, dependable, and does not think of herself ever.  Her thoughts and actions are always for someone else.  She's laid back and easy to relate to.  She and my dad have raised 9 kids. I love my mom!

Thursday, April 12, 2012

I am beautiful, smart, talented, and the best person in the world, dang it!!!

I'm going on a new kick.  It's called the confidence kick.  Wanna come?
I used to be so confident, maybe a little too confident.
I remember a church leader in high school told me I looked beautiful at prom.  Right after she said that, she whispered "don't tell your mom I told you, when I told her she said not to tell you because it would get to your already big head."  Hahahaha oh mom.  Always looking out for me.  But it was true, I had a big head.  My best friend and I would draw cartoon pictures of ourselves being hotter than everyone else.  When I think of those days, I laugh.  They were immature times, but they were shamelessly happy.
What happens when people grow up?  Why must we become so serious?  Why must we lose that youthful spark?  Don't get me wrong, I think that it is necessary to become wiser and responsible and all of that good stuff.  But why so serious?  I think I may get so caught up in day to day life that I lose confidence in myself.  I lose sight of who I really am.  I am a confident, beautiful, smart, and talented girl.  And so are all of you.  Every person is this big-a world should hold their head up high because they are living and lasting.  Most importantly, I am a child, a daughter, of God.  We all are. Would he want it any other way?  So YOU, yes, YOU, one of the five people who may be sitting at their computer reading this post.  Come with me and let's rock this world with confidence!

It does not matter what others see in you.  It matter what you see in yourself.


P.S Watch this video.  I want to start doing this in the mirror every day.