-I love when I watch a movie that I haven’t watched in years and see that it’s still just as awesome as I remember it being.
-Sometimes it really kills me how divided I feel. I love & miss my family and friends at home, but if I weren’t here I’d feel the same about the people here.
-I feel confused about the iPad mini. How is this any different than an iPod touch? Much as I love my computer and iPod, it disturbs me that now marketing strategies seem to be, “Look, it’s a size we’ve kinda sorta, but not really offered before! Aren’t we amazing? Isn’t it great you’ll be willing to pay a couple of car &/or mortgage payments to own this?”
-I’m starting to think it’s a good thing for me not to watch Husker games. They win when I don’t watch. Because, of course, the world revolves around me.
-I miss my furry babies. I know I’m going to get home for Thanksgiving and Howie will completely and totally ignore me until it’s time for me to leave, and I don’t care. I miss his fuzzy orange face! I miss my Gracie, too. I miss watching her try to flirt with Sam & Dean whenever Supernatural is on.
-Aunty Ellen, if you’re reading this, Happy Birthday! I’ll call you later today (cause I’m pretty sure 4 a.m. wouldn’t be a good time to call). I’m so blessed to have you for an aunt, and I admire you so much. I hope you know how much you mean to me, and how truly amazing I think you are! I love you so much!
-I’m so thankful that my family doesn’t badger me about “When are you going to get married,” or “When are you going to have kids.” It’s hard enough when no one shows any romantic interest, and knowing there’s a 98% chance of no babies in my future. I’m just so unbelievably thankful this isn’t a standard I’m held up to. Instead, I’m allowed to chase my dreams, no matter how silly and foolish other people might find them.Dear Family, you are so amazing and I’d be such a bigger mess without you.
-I’m going to be 28 in 27 days. How insane is that? I don’t feel like I’m going to be 28. I feel like 15 or 16. The only times I feel old is when I’m around kids who are amazed by the fact that I remember seeing certain films (Land Before Time, Beauty & The Beast, & The Lion King to name a few) the first time they were in the theater.
-Is it weird to say that just seeing my severely beat up copy of Fellowship of the Ring is comforting to me? I can’t explain it. I have no idea how many times I’ve read LOTR , I lost count years ago. Actually, I never kept count. I just would read the series, and as soon as I finished Return of the King I’d cycle right back into Fellowship.
-It really bothers me when I see commercials for kid computers and the kids are learning to read and write on the tablet. I think what truly worries/frustrates/irritates me, is that usually you don’t see the parent until the end of the commercial and inevitably they’re either peeking around a corner or passing through the room where the child is. Computers shouldn’t be teaching the children! Parents need to be whipping out the good, old McGuffey Reader and teaching the child. Reading is not a computer game. There’s a huge difference between teaching the kid how to recognize and pronounce a word, and teaching a child to do those things and love the words. Computers don’t love. They’re a machine. Words are so important. Books are important. I feel like whole generations of children are being denied the pleasure of being friends with words, and that saddens me so much. Computers are great, and fun, but there are some things that they shouldn’t solely be relied on to do.