tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47060080677242894562024-03-07T22:11:28.222-08:00Scattered: lets make a good story"we're all stories in the end, lets just make it a good one. eh?" -the doctorlaurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07080756823465649282noreply@blogger.comBlogger539125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706008067724289456.post-40066826168608651262016-10-18T15:17:00.001-07:002016-10-18T15:17:32.606-07:00ONe last post for old time"s sakeI've got one last post in me for old time's sake. I have a new blog. <br />
<a href="http://allmyshoesinoneplace.blogspot.com/">All My Shoes in One Place</a><br />
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<br />laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07080756823465649282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706008067724289456.post-17395491042727429362015-04-15T19:11:00.002-07:002015-04-15T19:11:58.233-07:00My WritingThe novel contest deadline is later this year, about four months from now.<br />
I pretty sure I can get a novel done in that time. It's the last year that I'm eligible to enter and I want to be able to say that I did.<br />
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Occasionally I get inspired. And occasionally when I get inspired I write something mediocre at best.<br />
But here you go. A little peek.<br />
The words of my Villain to my Hero just before they go into their second to darkest hour or something like that.<br />
Pardon me if it sounds too cheesy. I write for pleasure, I'm not a professional.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"Shhh, it's ok to not understand, you don't have to right now, one day you will, its ok. You don't have to do the big things, thats your choice, we all have choices, and sometimes, maybe once or twice in a lifetime we are presented with a really enormous choice. And those choices aren't always between right and wrong, sometimes its just between whats big and whats little, what's easy or what's hard. Sometimes both choices are hard, and sometimes both are easy, and sometimes, every once in a while, theres so many choices they make your head spin. You don't have to keep going. You can go home. You can walk away. You don't have to do this if you dont want to. You dont have to make these choices if you don't feel like it.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">But rest assured, if you don't make a choice, one way or another, someone else will, and you might not like the choice that they make."</span></span></blockquote>
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There you go. That's all. laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07080756823465649282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706008067724289456.post-88053826993087387132015-04-05T22:31:00.003-07:002015-04-05T22:31:56.385-07:00He is Risen!He is risen indeed.<br />
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This Easter has been the first Easter in forever that my family has spent just by itself. We were so busy this afternoon that we almost didn't have our tradition Easter dinner, for which I'm grateful. I know there are many people less fortunate than I and my family and I thank God for all that he has given me.<br />
We spent most of the afternoon making pretzels for an upcoming local youth fashion show. One of the seamstresses in the valley started it several years ago and for the past few years has persuaded my Mom to cater it. So for weeks before we're cooking and freezing food. Today was delicious pretzels which took about 4 hours.<br />
It was a lot of fun to spend time all as a family again. We were all at home and most of us helped with the baking. There was talking and laughing and can opening (for which we needed big strong men). There was Carrot souffle making and pet shaming and funny jokes.<br />
Guitar playing and root beer floats.<br />
It is nice that on Sundays we can all be together, my older brother is moved out and josh and I either always working or studying or goofing off with friends, so its beginning to feel rare that we are all together.<br />
Not that it isn't part of growing up I suppose.<br />
I always wanted to grow up, and make big plans. Now I just want to cuddle with people and do grown up things.<br />
Like taxes.<br />
I would much rather spend time with my family than do taxes.<br />
This year was a good year. I'm very blessed to have my family.laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07080756823465649282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706008067724289456.post-38347325832890126992015-03-24T12:23:00.001-07:002015-03-24T12:23:55.704-07:00My student is PoSince I am not working at the club anymore I've gotten almost more work than I can manage.<br />
One of the jobs is schooling a student.<br />
Five days a week I will be going to my Boss's shop and doing school with her young son, keeping him on track, going over his work and helping him when he needs it, correcting it and helping him with corrections.<br />
The most popular phrase during school time is "Duuuuude, focus dude. Don't hurl on the shell. Just waxed it, you know."<br />
But it may quickly become, "focus, you can have a snack/break when you finish."<br />
I have become master shifu.<br />
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NOOOOOoooooooooooooo<br />
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I will teach you small child, just you wait Mr. Higgins- er, small child, just you wait. I will train you. I will find a way.<br />
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<br />laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07080756823465649282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706008067724289456.post-55253379507637134362015-03-09T14:28:00.000-07:002015-03-09T14:28:38.379-07:00With What Measure You Judge You will be JudgedSomething I've been thinking about a lot lately is gender issues in media. "Hurray, another post about gender!" said all of her readers at once.<br />
A few nights ago my family was watching Doctor Who together and one of the lines that The Doctor says as he jumps on his horse is "I speak horse, his name is Susan and he wants you to respect his life choices."<br />
My Mom actually became quite upset at the show for that one line (and lets not forget Captain Jack Harkness.)<br />
The thing is I expected her to be upset about it, but not as upset as she was.<br />
Why?<br />
Because I think we hold slightly different views.<br />
Politically speaking I will refrain from the debate on whether or not gay/lesbian/bi/transgener/questioning people should be allowed to marry people of the same gender.<br />
<b>GASP</b><br />
"How could a sweet, Christian, 'conservative' girl say such a thing?" you ask.<br />
It is simple, Marriage is an institution, a covenant between two people before God (yes, marriage actually is an institution started out of religion), and I personally believe that the government has no place in it. I think the government has as much place in heterosexual marriage as it has in gay marriage. So as long as the government is going to stick it's fingers in traditional marriage the same should be allowed for gays.<br />
<b><i>GASP</i></b><br />
Why?<br />
Because it is the logical progression of my views on what it means to be a Christian.<br />
To be a christian means that you believed sin entered the world and man entered a fallen state when adam and eve chose to eat the fruit of the garden that God had commanded them not to eat. At this point man's natural state was fallen and sinful.<br />To be a Christian is actually <i>NOT NATURAL AT ALL.</i> you could even say it's <i>SUPERNATURAL.</i> As a christian you will constantly be surrounded by people who do not believe the same way that you do, because it isn't natural. The natural thing to do is whatever serves you and feels right, but that isn't Christ's way, the way he laid out for us.<br />
When you think of it, it's not non christians shoving their beliefs on us, We were actually sent to bring his teachings to them.<br />
What right have we to be offended when someone says something contrary to what God says is right and true? If they aren't a follower of Christ then why wouldn't they say something like "his name is susan and he wants you to respect his life choices. It's a secular show, it makes no claim to be religious.<br />
Furthermore, our job is not to judge them anyway, our job is to love them regardless of their life choices, like Jesus did.<br />
Because with what measure you judge you will be judged.laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07080756823465649282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706008067724289456.post-42938832123941564412014-12-22T15:13:00.001-08:002014-12-22T15:13:36.954-08:00OH Holy HolidayzIts that time of year again, only a couple days till Christmas, which is great, I love Christmas.<br />
If only I had all my shopping done.<br />
My Brother is back for the Holidays, it's good to have him around again.<br />
Of course, with the holidays comes time off for most college students. Not me of course, but most.<br />
With it being December the last installment of The Hobbit has also been released.<br />
And of course with the release of the Battle of the Five Armies comes inspiration to create some of the costumes and props.<br />
With the coming of inspiration comes also the realization that I like making things to fit other people. the costumes that i've made for my sister i consider to be some of my better work.<br />
probably because i'm more likely to take shortcuts with my own work.laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07080756823465649282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706008067724289456.post-92092732230169025792014-10-27T17:05:00.000-07:002014-10-27T17:05:37.485-07:00The Purpose Driven Life aka "the 'It's not about you," book'My church up here in the freezing no-where has decided that this semester my college group will be going through The Purpose Driven Life by Rick Warren. It's a fantastic book and one that I think every person should go through, especially every college age kid who's just starting out, or trying to figure out their lives.<br />
The book comes with a study guide for group participation and group questions, during the study I didn't write down my answers to the questions; I wanted to take the guide home, reread it and think about it more thoroughly.<br />
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<b>"God created me to love me." (Jerimiah 20:18, Proverbs 16:4, Ephesians 1:4) When did you fist hear about God's love?</b><br />
I've always known that God loved me, and I've always known that I was created to love him, it kinda followed that I was created to be loved. I was raised in a Christian family, so I just grew up knowing some of these things. Growing up military it was kind of a constant, God was always there, he was always the provider, he always had his best for us even when we didn't feel loved, or when we felt lonely. For me, knowing that God loved me was just a basic part of my childhood.<br />
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<b>"I was made to last forever." How does that Statement strike you? Are you encouraged, puzzled, dissapointed, surprised?</b><br />
Unless you're just some uber depressed person who just doesn't want to live and wants death to be the end all, who doesn't want to see heaven, why would anyone be dissapointed that we were made to last forever and be in the presence of the one who created you so specially?<br />
I'm pretty excited about being made to last forever, it reminds me of the elves from Lord of the Rings actually. I get to go chill with Jesus and learn more about God than I will ever know here, I'll do things I never imagined I could, or at least, that's what i'm assuming. I find it really hard to believe we're just going to be sitting around playing harps and singing tunes, unless you're a musical person and really enjoy singing and playing the harp, in which case, enjoy your day.<br />
Overall i'm just excited about living forever.<br />
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<b>Are you ready to explore the truth about god's plan for your life?</b><br />
Yes, it's frequently been a struggle to figure out what God wants for my life, and just as often I tend to lose focus from what I believe he's called me to do. While I can quote what I believe He has called me to be and to do backwards and forwards, it's always good to check with my Supervisor Upstairs and see if the game plan is still on track.<br />
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<b>What difference could it make if I acted like life is all about God and not about myself?</b><br />
That's actually a tough question, I'm not perfect, my relationships with other's would be more focused on God and the other person, not what i can get out of the relationship.<br />
I could be more giving with my time and rescourses.<br />
my relationships with the kids I work with would be more "how can I show God to these kids?" and less "How can i make these kids behave for two and a half hourse."<br />
my passions would be more "how does this art, bring glory to God?"laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07080756823465649282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706008067724289456.post-23491201269570595642014-09-24T13:30:00.002-07:002014-09-24T13:30:13.696-07:00tumblroh hey, if you like my blog, follow me on tumblr!<br />
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<a href="http://takearideinmympala.tumblr.com/">http://takearideinmympala.tumblr.com/</a>laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07080756823465649282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706008067724289456.post-42441794325250897262014-09-24T13:25:00.002-07:002014-09-24T13:25:54.680-07:00oops, I forgot to get that guy's number<div style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.63636302948px; line-height: 17.8181819915772px;">
Last time dad and I got the chance to work on the impala we decided that since it is finally fall and it's cold outside that we should pull baby into the garage where it's warmer and the floor is even.</div>
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Ya know, an impala is a lot longer than she looks in the supernatural series. She's 18 feet long (to put that into perspective she's longer than my brother's full sized truck.) and barely fits in the garage with room to work.</div>
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fun fact 2: I'm only 5'2" so i need a step stool just to reach over the side to the engine.</div>
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Anyway, dad and I took out the distributor and the carburetor to reach the intake manifold. </div>
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Let me just say that underneath the manifold was dis.gust.ing. gross. aweful.</div>
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so we cleaned her out, replaced the gasket and got the shiny new manifold on her. </div>
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Do you know how long it took to get the distributor back in? Forever. I died and came back cause I couldn't leave a job unfinished. </div>
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then we discovered we didn't have the right bolts to get the carburetor back on. Shock and awe.</div>
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Did I meantion I broke the fuel line? yeah, I broke that. it twisted right in half. horrible. Just my luck.</div>
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So yesterday a guy came into work and we ended up talking about cars (I asked if he was a machanic, his hands were a dead give away) and he told me he had a whole bunch of parts he could give me cause chevy was his passion. He could even hook me up with a new set of wheels and fuel injection cause carburetors were prehistoric and should be extinct.</div>
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I was super excited.</div>
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And I forgot to get his number from the sign in sheet.</div>
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laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07080756823465649282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706008067724289456.post-7206989327785760922014-09-24T13:09:00.000-07:002014-09-24T13:09:27.581-07:00I love youI love you.<br />
I. love. you.<br />
Three little words.<br />
but you hardly ever hear them these days.<br />
I'm constantly telling my friends "I love you" and I absolutely mean it.<br />
I love you, doesn't have to mean "I love how you look, and I want to have sex with you, call me maybe." It doesn't have to mean "I love you cause we're dating and you're so romantic."<br />
Love is something you do for someone no matter what, love is a friend asking where you are and offering to pick you up in the middle of the night because you feel like you've lost your best friend and you have a broken heart.<br />
Love is offering someone a place to stay when things get rough.<br />
Love is talking through the night.<br />
Love is being there for someone, even when that someone is a pain in the butt.<br />
Love is being there for someone no matter what.<br />
And you know what? My family does that for me, and my best friends do that for me. And I love them.<br />
So I tell them.<br />
Because "I love you" should be said absolutely without judgement, without fear that someone's gonna freak out and think you're creepy, and without fearing that love isn't going to be reciprocated.<br />
Love isn't just romantic.<br />
Love is friendship.<br />
Love is the greatest gift to man.<br />
So I tell my friends I love them.<br />
They make me happy. That I'm thinking of them. That they make my world happy. That you are so important to me.<br />
just by saying "I love you."laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07080756823465649282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706008067724289456.post-51004354748289799112014-09-22T17:56:00.001-07:002014-09-22T17:56:51.932-07:00finalsfinals are horrible terrible things<br />
the questions are made of philosophy<br />
their answers are horribly hard<br />
they're nasty nasty nasty nasty horrible terrible things<br />
but the most horrible thing about finals is.........<br />
they're really easy to fail.<br />
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I had my social justice final today, thankfully I managed to scrape by with a passing score.<br />
See, I failed my midterm exam, which carries 25% of my grade.<br />
But despite that I managed to squeek by and receaved an over passing grade of 73.<br />
I needed a 70 to pass.laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07080756823465649282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706008067724289456.post-88828271238229151872014-09-20T12:33:00.002-07:002014-09-20T12:33:40.652-07:00how rude...It's really quite rude not to tell someone that they haven't gotten the position of job opportunities they they are applying/asking about.<br />
Seriously, if you have your people picked out and someone else is interested, it's ok to so "no, i don't think you're right for this _____" or "no, I have already filled _____ position," or even "You know, I think you still need some work, keep trying."<br />
Being turned down is fine, yeah, it's disappointing, but it's not as bad as being made to wait, and wait, and wait, with that sinking feeling in your gut that you're not going to get in, but still hoping that you will, then later having to figure out on your own who got in and that you didn't.<br />
That is really annoying and a little bit rude.<br />
I'd like to be told up front that I'm not good enough, old enough, or not wanted.<br />
So don't be jerks people.laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07080756823465649282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706008067724289456.post-74256474741751881702014-09-17T14:20:00.002-07:002014-09-17T14:20:56.796-07:00social justiceOne of my courses this term deals with social justice, it's really quite interesting, especially from the perspective of someone who's mom works closely with a local ministry.<br />
My mom is on the board of a ministry who's aim is to help people in need with the help that they need.<br />
Hearing about the people coming through the ministry and what my mom and here people are trying to do is a prime example of true 'social justice.' a group of people coming together to help other people in need, not just by meeting their needs, but by trying to help them out of their situation.<br />
Being able to hear mom talk about everything that's going on has actually been helpful with my class, providing a tangible example to attach to the ideas taught in the course.laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07080756823465649282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706008067724289456.post-5673990269577597852014-09-15T10:54:00.001-07:002014-09-15T10:54:43.685-07:00term goalsEvery good student has terms goals, but since i'm not a great student i'd rather not have term goals.<br />
Unfortunately, good teachers make terrible students have term goals anyway.<br />
so here's what my term looks like:<br />
-finish social justice, 3 credits<br />
-college composition, 3 credits<br />
-English composition, 3 credits<br />
-principles of public speaking, 3 credits<br />
-get my car runing<br />
-hobbit costumes finished<br />
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That's everything major, and I think it's doable.<br />
I hope, i don't think i've accomplished all of my term goals since my first semester.laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07080756823465649282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706008067724289456.post-22443237350302229992014-09-13T13:54:00.001-07:002014-09-13T13:54:21.831-07:00why is carburetor not spelled 'carberator'? it makes so much more sense.<div style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); background-color: white; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.63636302948px; line-height: 17.8181819915772px; margin-bottom: 10px; outline: none 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">
Basically that.</div>
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Dad bought a new carburetor for the impala, but when we actually lifted the hood and took the old carburetor off we discovered something horrible. it was too big.</div>
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There was also no chance we were going to be able to get the old carburetor working again. It’s just too broken and rusted. </div>
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For more bad news we checked the oil pan, which was about finished filling with oil from the car (we broke the seal on the oil pan bolt thingamajiggerin the proscess of changing the oil. we are so talanted.) unfortunately for us there was radiator fluid floating in the oil. </div>
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We were very sad and dissapointed.</div>
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So dad prosceeds to look at the engine and determines that we should get an adapter for the carburetor so that it will fit on the engine, then we’ll see if it will start up at all. Though as he examined the intake manifold he decided that it was corroded and that it probably needed a new gasket.</div>
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we were both feeling rather sad that evening because I told him i didn’t currently have the money for a new intake thingamajigger and that it would have to wait a while. </div>
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so he decided just to get the adapter and see if the car would run with the new carburetor, as he had originally planned.</div>
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the next day as mom and i are in the car headed to work, mom almost hits dad with the car while pulling out of the garage. I don’t think that Dad was really paying much attention, as he was holding a box, having said he had something to show me. </div>
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He popped up the box lid and showed me a shiny, new intake manifold.</div>
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He also bought about 50 bucks worth of spark pluggs.</div>
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I don’t think he bought an adapter though.</div>
laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07080756823465649282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706008067724289456.post-408578954605675162014-09-13T12:16:00.000-07:002014-09-13T12:16:21.170-07:00oooooooooh judgementPeople can be such jerks, always judging people all the time.<div>
It is really, really annoying when 'christians' judge others and look down on them. Come on people, you can do better. </div>
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Especially when the phrase 'i'll pray for you.' becomes pretty much an insult.</div>
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I'm kinda at the point where I where i don't really give a crap about what people think. People are rude. </div>
laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07080756823465649282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706008067724289456.post-69623009094920705412014-09-10T13:16:00.001-07:002014-09-10T13:16:18.381-07:00parentingas a childcare worker I get to see the good, the bad and the ugly as far as kids go.<br />
a child's behavior is a reflection of their parents teaching skills. So i see good parenting and bad parenting. Good kids, spoiled kids, and down right horrible you-have-to-leave-now kids.<br />
so i'm getting an idea now of the kinda of parent i want to be when i grow up and get married and have kids.<br />
yes, every child is precious and unique and all that, but if your kid is a danger to himself and others, you're doing something wrong.<br />
there is a difference between loving your child and coddling them and giving in to their every wish, a nine year old should know how to clean up his own mess, find his own chair, and listen and obey teachers, parents don't need to be at their beck and call, answering to their every whim. they're big, and i don't want to deal with their tantrum when i don't get their chair for them.<br />
when a kid is clawing and scratching other kids, and hitting teachers when they try to calm the kid down and take control of the situation, that's not a good time to comfort and coddle the kid who's hurting other kids, it's just reinforcing the behavior, and they're gonna keep doing it. i don't want to be continually asking you to take your child out of the playcenter because they don't know self control.<br />
Throwing violent tantrums on the floor, screaming, and hitting teachers is not cute, neither is running out of the play area.<br />
On the other hand, a child who knows how to listen and play nicely, who can have a conversation and who understands rules and boundaries is a pleasant kid to have around the daycare. bravo parents, you did something right.laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07080756823465649282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706008067724289456.post-49775980547913329742014-09-05T23:15:00.001-07:002014-09-05T23:16:53.906-07:00it's cold outside, oh, it's septemBRRRRRRRas i ponder the raininess of the past weeks and the yellow leaves on the trees i'm reminded how much i like fall.<br />
it's my most favorite time of year, all the birds are going away and everything is dying.<br />
dead leaves start falling of the trees (which in my yard are mostly dead as well.)<br />
it's time to kill pumkins and blend their flesh into delicous pie, with spices and yummy golden crusts. oh, wait, i won't be having those this year.<br />
and we eat dead turkeys,<br />
it is over all a most beautiful time of year.<br />
alright, yeah, it's kinda early to be gearing up for thanksgiving, but it just goes to show how much i enjoy fall.<br />
the colors,<br />
the crisp cool air<br />
crunchy leaves,<br />
... and school<br />
the fall semester is upon me, and it's kinda rediculas.<br />
i'm about to start a college composition course. yay, not really. I just took the English Lit CLEP, and passed it. (only by three points, but hey, it's pass or fail, and i passed, barely, but i passed.)<br />
I think i'm actually going to enjoy the fall semester, i like school in general, so that's no surprise.<br />
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on a side note i'm going to learn a bit of welding so i can repair the tust holes in my car.<br />
which dad bought me a new carburetor and some other parts for, btw. we're going to put it in as soon as dad has the time and weather allows.laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07080756823465649282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706008067724289456.post-71302643114831576302014-09-03T21:13:00.000-07:002014-09-03T21:13:04.548-07:00dont you dare eat mah foodlately I've been becoming more and more intolerant of anything containing dairy.<br />
you know what that means?<br />
i. cant. have. chocolate.<br />
and you know what else?<br />
cheese its.<br />
and Cinnamon roll frosting.<br />
all those beautiful simple things in life that make it better.<br />
like hot chocolate in the winter time.<br />
and pumpkin smoothies in the autumn.<br />
they all set off a volcanic chain reaction in my guts.<br />
but that's ok, I've acquired a taste for broccoli.<br />
and cauliflower.<br />
and you know what, i make darned good food when i feel like it.<br />
and no one is allowed to touch it but me.<br />
so stop eating my food people. ya'll can go eat ice cream, i'll just sit here in the corner with my couliflower.laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07080756823465649282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706008067724289456.post-2996654755289105552014-09-01T00:43:00.001-07:002014-09-01T00:43:27.141-07:00how to be a childcare worker's nightmarewether you work in the grocery store childcare or any other childcare, here are some sure fire ways to be the worst parent ever.<br />
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1) insist that we watch your child's every move.<br />
your child is in a safe place, you can see that the equipment is safe, everything is childproofed, all the workers are cpr and first aid certified. you're child will be ok. if i have twenty other kids to watch, i'm not going to watch just your kid.<br />
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2) there are germs.<br />
yes, we sanitize, yes, we clean, yes, there are still runny noses. common sense. there are still gonne be a couple germs. stop insisting we keep your special little buggy-boo seperate from everyone else's special kid.<br />
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3)for the love of all that is sacred, do not bring your eight ill behaved children into a playcenter.<br />
seriously, i have better things to do than stop your preteens from dragging kids across the floor by one leg. i don't want to be constantly yelling at your kids to stop rough houseing and dissobeying the rules when i could be trying to hold a crying baby.<br />
your kids should know better.<br />
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be all of those and we will all dislike you.laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07080756823465649282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706008067724289456.post-959187596511393522014-08-23T23:54:00.000-07:002014-08-23T23:57:18.045-07:00Im tired. Theres not much else to say.<br />
Ive been depressed probably since monday or tuesday and I dont know why. But thats kind of the point of it, it just is. But its frustrating.i thoughtnit was over. Why cant it just be over?<br />
But at the same time im ok. I can handle it. Im fine. And ill be fine.<br />
Yeah, i still struggle sometimes but my life and feelings are in someone's bigger hands.<br />
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Baby's engine turned over. Dad got a new battery for her and she turned right over. We need to replace a whole bunch of stuff, (like the carburetor) and get new tires. But at least we know we can get her working.<br />
She needs some welding work and a good paint job too. Im looking forward to that.laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07080756823465649282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706008067724289456.post-71540853832185433082014-08-15T00:00:00.000-07:002014-08-15T00:00:39.009-07:00it's science watsoni should not cook late at night. it is liable to turn into an experiment. and then promptly explode.laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07080756823465649282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706008067724289456.post-5133785746729812192014-08-14T23:53:00.000-07:002014-08-14T23:53:59.905-07:00hi again depression<br />
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<span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;">I've noticed on fb pics coming across my dashboard, on pintrest and on tumbr, that many people, girls especially, have romanticised depression, somehow it's deep and mysterious. even beautiful and desirable.<br />or exactly the opposite. General sadness is labeled 'depression.'<br />it's not something you just suck up and change your attitude about, it something that grabs hold of your head and your heart and anchores itself deep in your gut, and you hate the very essence of who you are till some days you simply cannot find meaning in your life and question the worthiness of your own existence. it's crippling, it is painful, and it is torture. there is nothing beautiful about it. <br />but there is always, always hope. </span></div>
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<span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;">just remembering that he loves you and cares for you isn't enough. people with depression actually have problems that need to be practically taken care of and healed; and i see a lot of people with the mindset that if you just remember god loves you and that's all it takes to be healed. that's like slapping a bandaid on a broken bone and telling them it will be alright. it will mend with time, but it will be crooked, painful, and crippling. it may even need to be rebroken again to be fixed properly.</span>it comes in the form of family. it comes in the form of friends. for some people, in counciling, for other people in meds. <br />
depression isn't a choice, but suicide is. <br />
the funniest mad on earth had his chance, and he chose not to take it. but just because he didn't beat his batte doesn't mean that you can't. <br />
it's hard, one of the hardest battles you may ever face. but it's worth it, life is worth it. and just because someone else didn't make it doesn't mean you can be stronger. <br />
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laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07080756823465649282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706008067724289456.post-45715358286344738562014-08-14T12:34:00.000-07:002014-08-14T12:34:17.440-07:00ripover the last couple days since the tragic death of robin williams i've had several posts come across my news feed that say something along the lines of "if the funniest man on earth lost to depression what chance do i have?"<br />
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To my dear friends:<br />
You have every chance.<br />
I know what you're going through, i've been there, done that. and you know, i'm still fighting. it's a battle you might fight for the rest of your life. and it's a hard fight, a very hard fight.<br />
depression isn't a choice. you can't just "be happy" or "suck it up" or "remember, God loves you and that's all you need to know."<br />
it seems like people go around toughting "smile, jesus loves you, fix your attitude" as a cure all for depression. it isn't.<br />
Yes, God loves you, he loves you so much he had his son die for you. But that's not a cure all for a depression. There are almost always underlying problems, be they biological, circumstantial, traumatic, or for whatever reason.<br />
depression isn't a choice. Scuicide is. it is always a choice. no matter how troubled, or hurt or broken you are you still have a choice, and you still havea chance.<br />
The funniest man on earth mada tragic descision and we all mourne his loss. But it was still a choice.<br />
And just because he couldn't beat his depression, you still have a chance, there are people out there who love you and want to help you. There is help available. if it's biological, or even if you just need some extra help, there are meds.<br />
you have a chance. have a support system. there is always another option.laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07080756823465649282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706008067724289456.post-87074916713643926442014-08-13T16:49:00.000-07:002014-08-13T16:49:47.566-07:00lauren's commandments1)know what you believe and why you believe it. always stand up for your faith and never be ashamed of what you believe.<br />
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2)love others, it's ok to pass up a theological discussion if it is not a matter of salvation if it will come between you.<br />
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3) that being said, relationships should not cause your own relationship with God to suffer. ever.<br />
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4)you are never alone, don't let yourself believe otherwise.<br />
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5) don't come between a student/person and his/her coffee. this is for your safety.<br />
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6) it's ok to turn in assignments the day of.<br />
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7) work hard<br />
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8) look out for your siblings. always. they are the best friends you will ever have.<br />
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9) you heart will trick you, think with your head and don't be stupid.laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07080756823465649282noreply@blogger.com0