Hi Readers! I know it has been a LONG time since you’ve heard from me and I am sorry! You see my blogging usually takes place during my working hours and we have been really busy lately. Well, to be perfectly honest, I have been struggling with an addiction, a Pintrest addiction. I can’t help myself. That site is both the best and worst thing ever! It is the best because there are a million great ideas with lots of free templates and instructions, but it is the worst because I can’t seem to stop pinning things and I get a little ambitious and want to craft ALL THE TIME! I feel like I need to attend a Pinners Anonymous meeting. . .
Aside from my personal demons, I hope you all had a fabulous Halloween! I hope you didn’t eat too much candy or watch too many scary movies. I watched Hocus Pocus & Casper so I filled my Halloween movie quota for the year! We had a few trick-or-treaters this year and most in boring costumes! What happened to being creative with your costumes? And the scream mask, really that is still around! Milo was a squirrel this year. He loves to chase squirrels and his aunt Kenzie bought him his costume. Look how cute he is!
I wanted to share a funny story that happened to me not so long ago. I feel like this is my equivalent to a Jacobism.
I received a phone call from my cousin Theresa a few weeks ago. She wanted to read an essay that my little cousin Payton wrote in class. I immediately start to dread what was coming next. You see, Payton, has mentioned me at her school in the past. The same school where my entire family attended and I still have family members who work there so I always get wind of what is said. During Show & Tell, when Payton was in kindergarten (She is in fifth grade now), she told the entire class that her cousin Lenzie lived in a trailer park. . . Jacob’s aunt happened to be her teacher and knew that we lived in a trailer while we were in college and knowing my embarrassment about living there in the first place and then having it told at show & tell was just the icing on the cake. You can find that post here.
Payton & Gracie doing their cheer routine. They looked thrilled! haha
You can imagine what I was expecting to hear next! Only, what I heard next was that Payton had to write an essay about someone she knew that she was the most alike, the least alike and someone she aspired to be like when she grew up. I immediately start feeling like I am such a good role model for her & her sister Gracie. I have spent a lot of time with the girls and kind of think of myself as their cool young aunt. I am literally giving myself a 5 minute “feel good” pep talk as Theresa is explaining that the essay was for an English assignment for a teacher, whom I never have really liked. This made me feel even better that she would write that she wants to be like me when she grows up and has to turn it into a teacher who is not exactly a fan of mine. After I finally stop complimenting myself and begin to listen again to Theresa I realize I may have been overly ambitious. It seems that Payton did not choose me to be the person she aspires to be like when she grows up, but instead she chose me for the person whom she is most alike. This is also a good thing. Payton is a great kid; she does well in school and we both LOVE Taylor Swift. We both love the color pink and neither of us are very athletic. I guess we do have a lot in common.
I asked Theresa to read the essay so that I could hear all the wonderful traits that Payton & I share. This is what the essay said, “Let me tell you who I am most alike! Well I am most like my cousin, Lenzie.
I’m like Lenzie because we are both about the look. Well we are both really pretty, and love glitter. People say that I look just like Lenzie. We both have beautiful blue eyes that sparkle in the light. I guess another way we are alike is we are somewhat airheads. We are both blonde and have our moments.
Without a doubt me and my cousin are obviously the same!”
This is the actual essay. It is a little hard to read.
Talk about a rollercoaster of insults and compliments. Haha! It is hard not to feel good about being called pretty and being told that my eyes are beautiful and sparkle in the light. It is also very true that I LOVE glitter!! What makes me not feel so good is thinking at an 11 year old thinks that I am a superficial airhead. Maybe I am not being the best role model for those girls. I will admit that I do have my “blonde” moments, probably not any more than any brown, red or black headed person!
I guess the moral of this story is to, “Not count your chickens before they hatch!” Maybe I should also listen to an entire statement before making an assumption. I think I should also express how important it is to have an education, morals, manners and other admirable traits instead of just loving glitter and fashion to my impressionable younger cousins. . .
I hope you all have a fabulous week! I am going to visit my best Fran this weekend! Yay! I am also thinking we should have a giveaway soon. I have stumbled upon TONs of new things I love and want to share with my favorite followers! Peace out Girl Scout!