Oh I love the snow--It transforms boring suburbia of Puyallup into a "Winter Wonderland"-- persay...
Not to mention the three days of no school, I realized how much this snow makes me miss my childhood. Growing up I always thought everyone experienced life like me--raised going to church, two parents, fun neighbors, and a comfortable life.
Snow days were the best growing up, like, we'd have a huge hill and all the neighbors would swap sleds and shove eachother at incredible speeds down the massive slope until they'd fly into the air off the jumps that increased in size with each year that passed by.
Mmm. Christmas time is the best, but I realized the best part of Christmas occurs before the 25th. You see, it all starts the day after Thanksgiving. Waking up early and Christmas shopping--it's like a jumpstart into the holiday season, getting all of us hyped up. Then there's chopping down the tree, decorating the house, making cookies, ridiculous repetitive tunes that you feel obligated to listen to, just simply because after Christmas its like an unwritten rule or something.
Wrapping presents, staying up late, waking up early--especially on those frosty mornings where in Washington we're usually given false hopes of a Snow Day. I guess this year we really lucked out with our three day extension to Winter Break. Ahhh, it's a bittersweet blog, for in only a few days we'll be whisking away the tree, tearing down the deer, the snow will melt, school will preside, and our lives will go on--Sad. Sorry to squish the holiday mood :)
Merry Christmas
-A
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Kindness in Small Doses
This past Saturday my dad and I went to go see that new Hugh Jackman and Nicole Kidman movie "Australia," and it got me thinking.
Ever since I can remember my parents and I have had the most polar opposite opinion on what a good movie was. Though the years have matured my interests, and brought them down a bit, we still tend to disagree. I'm not a big fan of the off-the-wall foreign film scene, and they're not too fond of my action and romantic comedies either. But perhaps that's where common kindness comes in. I mean realistically, think about all the predictable Disney/Pixar movies you begged your parents to take you too, and how many of them did they sit through? Dozens.
Sometimes its sacrificing a few hours of your time just for the sake of someone else's happiness, even in the smallest of ways.
I challenge anyone to try it, because frankly, people probably do it for you more often than you think.
This challenge doesn't even have to be watching a movie, it could be as simple as eating a meal your mother would die for that you wince at the smell of, or playing the most obnoxious game with your younger sibling just to see their face light up when you finally agree, trust me, it's worth it. Plus who knows? Maybe, just maybe, you'll find that one of these once intolerable acts is something you don't mind so much after all. Nine times out of ten I end up at least somewhat enjoying the movie I sit through with my parents, and at the end of the day you still feel like part of the family.
-A
Ever since I can remember my parents and I have had the most polar opposite opinion on what a good movie was. Though the years have matured my interests, and brought them down a bit, we still tend to disagree. I'm not a big fan of the off-the-wall foreign film scene, and they're not too fond of my action and romantic comedies either. But perhaps that's where common kindness comes in. I mean realistically, think about all the predictable Disney/Pixar movies you begged your parents to take you too, and how many of them did they sit through? Dozens.
Sometimes its sacrificing a few hours of your time just for the sake of someone else's happiness, even in the smallest of ways.
I challenge anyone to try it, because frankly, people probably do it for you more often than you think.
This challenge doesn't even have to be watching a movie, it could be as simple as eating a meal your mother would die for that you wince at the smell of, or playing the most obnoxious game with your younger sibling just to see their face light up when you finally agree, trust me, it's worth it. Plus who knows? Maybe, just maybe, you'll find that one of these once intolerable acts is something you don't mind so much after all. Nine times out of ten I end up at least somewhat enjoying the movie I sit through with my parents, and at the end of the day you still feel like part of the family.
-A
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