Have you heard this song? Dave Matthews Band is my very favorite and this September we get to see them in San Diego with my bee eff and her hubby, Mister Kennedy. Anyway, I want to make these song lyrics on a HUGE canvas to go above our headboard. This song is so magical, love it.
Saturday, March 3, 2012
Pinterest Project- must do!
Have you heard this song? Dave Matthews Band is my very favorite and this September we get to see them in San Diego with my bee eff and her hubby, Mister Kennedy. Anyway, I want to make these song lyrics on a HUGE canvas to go above our headboard. This song is so magical, love it.
Have you heard this song? Dave Matthews Band is my very favorite and this September we get to see them in San Diego with my bee eff and her hubby, Mister Kennedy. Anyway, I want to make these song lyrics on a HUGE canvas to go above our headboard. This song is so magical, love it.
Friday, March 2, 2012
A few months ago I had a disagreement with a friend of mine. We didn't really make up and the last few weeks I have had recurrent thoughts about it, it was eating me up, the toxicity of it was getting to me so much. Finally after hashing it out with my Auntie Erin and Auntie Aubrie I asked Daddy about it. What was the deal? Why do I care what this person thinks? Why am not over it? Why am I holding onto and not just letting it go? Why am I hashing it over and over and over in my head, letting it stress me out + cause anxiety when in reality this person isn't worried about it? He asked me a very simple question: What need of yours is being fulfilled by holding onto this? I realized (after talking it out) I was holding onto this because if I held onto it I got to judge her - I got to think 'well she is a jerk because of this, this and this and I am not that big of a jerk because I don't/didn't act that way.' I was justifying my actions by judging hers. Immediately after coming to this realization I felt better; a weight had been lifted from my heart. Who am I to judge anyone? Who am I to judge this persons feelings, actions and the way they acted/they way they are? I felt peaceful and no longer is it bothering me, no longer do I care. I realize it is what it is, she is who she is and that's a beautiful thing.
So my darlings, if you are in a situation where someone has offended you, hurt your feelings and you can't get past it ask yourself 'why am I holding onto this?' What need of yours is being fulfilled by holding onto something? The answer may surprise you.
xxxoooo Mama
Friday, February 10, 2012
What's Your Damage?
For The Boys Friday
Dear Atti and Augie,
Last weekend after you two had gone to bed I checked my Facebook account to see many of my friends writing 'RIP Powell Boys' and 'Such a tragedy' I didn't know what had happened so I went to the Tribune's website and found out Josh Powell had murdered his two little boys and then killed himself. As soon as I read the headline I had a deep gasp come out of my throat and daddy asked 'what's wrong babe?' I told him Josh Powell had murdered his children and killed himself. Daddy sat there with the saddest look on his face and just shook his head. I instantly called your Yaya to tell her and she started crying on the phone. On the day Josh Powell murdered his babies your Yaya said to me 'those poor grandparents, they have lost everything, how will they go on?' All I could think of was the Powell babies are now with their mama and with Jesus in a glorious and amazing place.
Today the Tribune had an article about Josh Powell's childhood, the article basically asks if the sickening act Josh Powell committed could be traced back to his childhood? His parent's messy divorce, his dad's pornography problem. It got me thinking, don't we all have damage from our childhoods? None of us were raised perfectly, we all have 'issues' with our parents or things they once did but isn't it time to accept our damages? To stop blaming our parents for what we do based on things they did? Can we not accept our damage and move on with it as a piece of us? Even recognizing without that 'damage' we would not be who we are; we wouldn't be as sensitive to certain things as others. Understanding what our damages are/were are actually perfect for us? Does the 'apple never fall far from the tree'? Are we destined to live in the damage our ancestors did? I don't believe we are, I believe we get to choose which way we allow the damage to take us. Blaming Josh Powell's murderous acts on his childhood makes me wonder what would have happened if Josh Powell decided he was accepting his damage and was going to let it teach him to be better, not to succumb to it, would that have saved those boys?
We all have friends who have had tremendous damage in their lifetimes and we all know people who have either allowed the damage to rule their life, constantly blaming their actions on those damages. We also know people who have tremendous damages in their lifetimes that have chosen to make it work for them. What's the difference? What is the difference between the person who allows to rule their life negatively versus the person who accepts it and learns from it? Is it therapy? Religion? An inner belief that it is all OK?
I don't know what kind of evil lives inside someone that they choose to murder another human being. I really don't know what type of monster kills their own children. I have talked to many people about this, one person even knew the Powell family personally and everyone has the same opinion; that Josh Powell was a sick and evil man. I don't know how to explain such things to you, and obviously at the age you are now this won't be a discussion that we have but I wonder about when you are older and something like this happens again, another human decides to murder someone or a father decides to murder his own babies, how do I explain that to you?
Babies, Your lives are filled with beauty all day - you wake up to snuggles and kisses and tickles from both me and daddy. We play all day, you play together as brothers. Twenty minutes ago I took a photo of Augie for Instagram and Atticus you looked at the photo and said 'hey! that's my best friend!' You play with your Thomas trains all day long, sharing and often fighting over Percy. You play outside, flinging mud and dirt all over each other, running through the backyard at full speed. You bicker, you make up. You bicker, you hit, you spend time in time out, you make up with hugs and kisses. You have your own language. Augie, you say a few words but many of your words are still grunts but Atticus understands what you are saying, it's pretty fascinating to watch. Your days are spent with as much magic as possible because these moments are fleeting and soon enough you will go to school, and after school you will have golf lessons or soccer or baseball or karate and I won't be there for your entire day to filter the evil away, to shelter you from it and it makes me nervous. One day you will have an understanding of what is happening in the world and I will answer your questions with the truth of the matter.
A few weeks ago two teenage boys tried to set a bomb in a Utah high school to cause mass murder of their schoolmates. One of those boys is 16 years old and they may try him as an adult which means he will be in prison for probably the rest of his life. When I hear of these things I think of their mamas. How are their mamas and what happened to these boys to make them want to cause such pain? I am fascinated by why people do the things they do, I think of it often, wondering what happened to make these kids act this way?
Atticus and August, I believe in you and your greatness.You really can change the course of someone's life just by sticking up for them in the schoolyard, by being kinder to them than anyone else has, by sticking to what you believe will influence others around you. Atticus, at the age of three you have already shown your kind and gentle heart to so many people. Yesterday I said 'wow you boys are getting so big! It sort of makes mama sad how fast you are growing up.' You said to me 'it's ok mama, I cuddle you'. There are times Augie is standing up in his highchair, I say "August sit down please!" and you say "DON'T TALK THAT WAY TO AUGIE!" which makes me a little annoyed because I am not yelling or saying anything mean to Augie but it also makes me proud of you to know you are already sticking up for someone else. Augie, you too have already shown you aren't going to do anything you don't want to do. At only 18 months you are pretty much the boss of this house and with all that bossiness sprinkled in you are the most loving boy, you give out kisses and hugs and play peek a boo with all of us, putting toy buckets on your head and then peeking out from underneath them with the biggest grin I have ever seen. You are rough and tumble and you are hilarious, giving hugs to Atticus and big kisses to all of us. You both already make a difference on a daily basis to so many people!
I promise to keep nurturing you, your gentle hearts and your self esteem so even in 14 years when you are in high school and your buddies are making stupid choices you will stand up for yourself and say 'not me.' When I think of having you two so close I remember how difficult the first year was, how exhausted I was. But now that you are getting older, that it has gotten so much easier I see how one of you without the other doesn't even make sense, you are the best of friends, constant companions, best friends, you are totally opposite of each other and the result is a beautiful balance. Simple things in our days are teaching you two so much. You are learning to share, to express your feelings and thoughts, to stick up for each other, to be a friend. When you are in high school you will be together, a couple of years apart but it is my hope+goal that you will be doing life together, that you will confide in each other, assist each other in working out whatever it is that is going on. Right now, seriously at this very moment as I type this, Atticus you are pulling a large toy bucket around the kitchen and August is running after you, you are both laughing hysterically. Sometimes Augie turns the other way and meets you in the middle which leads you both to break down laughing like crazy monkeys. I want this to be the way you live your life, together and often meeting each other in the middle. If either me or daddy is upsetting you lets talk it out or talk it out with your brother. Don't hold onto whatever damage you have, do your best to accept it, move on. Daddy and I are not perfect, there will be things we do that you won't agree with, you will have your own 'damage'. However, we are doing everything we know how to make sure you grow up honest, loving, caring, confident, full of questions and wonder about the world, open to the possibilities that you truly can do anything, that you can learn from your damage, that you matter, to know the difference between right and wrong and have a compassionate heart for those in pain, that you are very important to so many people, to know fully that you truly are so loved incredibly loved.
xxxoooMama
Last weekend after you two had gone to bed I checked my Facebook account to see many of my friends writing 'RIP Powell Boys' and 'Such a tragedy' I didn't know what had happened so I went to the Tribune's website and found out Josh Powell had murdered his two little boys and then killed himself. As soon as I read the headline I had a deep gasp come out of my throat and daddy asked 'what's wrong babe?' I told him Josh Powell had murdered his children and killed himself. Daddy sat there with the saddest look on his face and just shook his head. I instantly called your Yaya to tell her and she started crying on the phone. On the day Josh Powell murdered his babies your Yaya said to me 'those poor grandparents, they have lost everything, how will they go on?' All I could think of was the Powell babies are now with their mama and with Jesus in a glorious and amazing place.
Today the Tribune had an article about Josh Powell's childhood, the article basically asks if the sickening act Josh Powell committed could be traced back to his childhood? His parent's messy divorce, his dad's pornography problem. It got me thinking, don't we all have damage from our childhoods? None of us were raised perfectly, we all have 'issues' with our parents or things they once did but isn't it time to accept our damages? To stop blaming our parents for what we do based on things they did? Can we not accept our damage and move on with it as a piece of us? Even recognizing without that 'damage' we would not be who we are; we wouldn't be as sensitive to certain things as others. Understanding what our damages are/were are actually perfect for us? Does the 'apple never fall far from the tree'? Are we destined to live in the damage our ancestors did? I don't believe we are, I believe we get to choose which way we allow the damage to take us. Blaming Josh Powell's murderous acts on his childhood makes me wonder what would have happened if Josh Powell decided he was accepting his damage and was going to let it teach him to be better, not to succumb to it, would that have saved those boys?
We all have friends who have had tremendous damage in their lifetimes and we all know people who have either allowed the damage to rule their life, constantly blaming their actions on those damages. We also know people who have tremendous damages in their lifetimes that have chosen to make it work for them. What's the difference? What is the difference between the person who allows to rule their life negatively versus the person who accepts it and learns from it? Is it therapy? Religion? An inner belief that it is all OK?
I don't know what kind of evil lives inside someone that they choose to murder another human being. I really don't know what type of monster kills their own children. I have talked to many people about this, one person even knew the Powell family personally and everyone has the same opinion; that Josh Powell was a sick and evil man. I don't know how to explain such things to you, and obviously at the age you are now this won't be a discussion that we have but I wonder about when you are older and something like this happens again, another human decides to murder someone or a father decides to murder his own babies, how do I explain that to you?
Babies, Your lives are filled with beauty all day - you wake up to snuggles and kisses and tickles from both me and daddy. We play all day, you play together as brothers. Twenty minutes ago I took a photo of Augie for Instagram and Atticus you looked at the photo and said 'hey! that's my best friend!' You play with your Thomas trains all day long, sharing and often fighting over Percy. You play outside, flinging mud and dirt all over each other, running through the backyard at full speed. You bicker, you make up. You bicker, you hit, you spend time in time out, you make up with hugs and kisses. You have your own language. Augie, you say a few words but many of your words are still grunts but Atticus understands what you are saying, it's pretty fascinating to watch. Your days are spent with as much magic as possible because these moments are fleeting and soon enough you will go to school, and after school you will have golf lessons or soccer or baseball or karate and I won't be there for your entire day to filter the evil away, to shelter you from it and it makes me nervous. One day you will have an understanding of what is happening in the world and I will answer your questions with the truth of the matter.
A few weeks ago two teenage boys tried to set a bomb in a Utah high school to cause mass murder of their schoolmates. One of those boys is 16 years old and they may try him as an adult which means he will be in prison for probably the rest of his life. When I hear of these things I think of their mamas. How are their mamas and what happened to these boys to make them want to cause such pain? I am fascinated by why people do the things they do, I think of it often, wondering what happened to make these kids act this way?
Atticus and August, I believe in you and your greatness.You really can change the course of someone's life just by sticking up for them in the schoolyard, by being kinder to them than anyone else has, by sticking to what you believe will influence others around you. Atticus, at the age of three you have already shown your kind and gentle heart to so many people. Yesterday I said 'wow you boys are getting so big! It sort of makes mama sad how fast you are growing up.' You said to me 'it's ok mama, I cuddle you'. There are times Augie is standing up in his highchair, I say "August sit down please!" and you say "DON'T TALK THAT WAY TO AUGIE!" which makes me a little annoyed because I am not yelling or saying anything mean to Augie but it also makes me proud of you to know you are already sticking up for someone else. Augie, you too have already shown you aren't going to do anything you don't want to do. At only 18 months you are pretty much the boss of this house and with all that bossiness sprinkled in you are the most loving boy, you give out kisses and hugs and play peek a boo with all of us, putting toy buckets on your head and then peeking out from underneath them with the biggest grin I have ever seen. You are rough and tumble and you are hilarious, giving hugs to Atticus and big kisses to all of us. You both already make a difference on a daily basis to so many people!
I promise to keep nurturing you, your gentle hearts and your self esteem so even in 14 years when you are in high school and your buddies are making stupid choices you will stand up for yourself and say 'not me.' When I think of having you two so close I remember how difficult the first year was, how exhausted I was. But now that you are getting older, that it has gotten so much easier I see how one of you without the other doesn't even make sense, you are the best of friends, constant companions, best friends, you are totally opposite of each other and the result is a beautiful balance. Simple things in our days are teaching you two so much. You are learning to share, to express your feelings and thoughts, to stick up for each other, to be a friend. When you are in high school you will be together, a couple of years apart but it is my hope+goal that you will be doing life together, that you will confide in each other, assist each other in working out whatever it is that is going on. Right now, seriously at this very moment as I type this, Atticus you are pulling a large toy bucket around the kitchen and August is running after you, you are both laughing hysterically. Sometimes Augie turns the other way and meets you in the middle which leads you both to break down laughing like crazy monkeys. I want this to be the way you live your life, together and often meeting each other in the middle. If either me or daddy is upsetting you lets talk it out or talk it out with your brother. Don't hold onto whatever damage you have, do your best to accept it, move on. Daddy and I are not perfect, there will be things we do that you won't agree with, you will have your own 'damage'. However, we are doing everything we know how to make sure you grow up honest, loving, caring, confident, full of questions and wonder about the world, open to the possibilities that you truly can do anything, that you can learn from your damage, that you matter, to know the difference between right and wrong and have a compassionate heart for those in pain, that you are very important to so many people, to know fully that you truly are so loved incredibly loved.
xxxoooMama
Thursday, February 9, 2012
Scrapped it!
Scrapped it!
This is truly sooo Augie. He is just a wild boy. He was standing in a wheel barrow at the pumpkin patch, carrying pumpkins, being ALL BOY at 14 months old. Love this boy!
This is truly sooo Augie. He is just a wild boy. He was standing in a wheel barrow at the pumpkin patch, carrying pumpkins, being ALL BOY at 14 months old. Love this boy!
Thursday, February 2, 2012
Happy Thursday and a funny ass post
Post One, let it begin.
So I started writing this other blog (that I only wrote two posts for) called The Mama Lion. I have decided to add those two hilariously so funny over the top you will laugh until you cry posts over onto this blog. That was a joke, who knows how funny this shit is, I mean I think it's funny but I think a lot of things are funny. Anyway, this was my first post over there and here it is in all its glory.
How do I know if I am doing this right? I remember getting pregnant and having these fantasies about this beautiful little baby and all the cuddling we would do, and thinking about an angelic two year old and all the hysterical questions he would ask and how it would be amazing and fun and nothing in my fantasies included a two year old who shouts NO in this monstrous voice, flings himself down on the ground in public or drops the biggest duece of life just as we have gotten into a store. Today he decided dumping an entire box of cereal on my newly scrubbed kitchen floor was a radical choice. We spent a good hour getting him to vaccum it up. I still don't know why he didn't think the vacuum was kick ass and just clean it up?
I have days I feel like I am doing this entire thing wrong, that I am ruining my son, that me repeating over and over to PICK UP THE CEREAL is going to land him in a therapists office when he is 10 discussing his mess of a mother. I fear those conversations. 'well how did it feel when your mom would scream at the top of her lungs at you to pick up the cereal?' "I felt horribly sad, awful, insecure and that she didn't love me, like she was this cleaning freak about the floor and it makes me have a fear of tile floors now and wow I am realizing just how screwed up she really is." Awesome. So far I am doing a kick ass job of this and seriously many days I wonder how much I am screwing these babes of mine up. No one prepares you for the range of emotions you will go through daily when you have kids. I go from deliriously happy to loving to angry to infuriated to sad to happy again to daydreaming of fleeing this entire scene and leaving my babes with a sitter for the afternoon while I get a pedi and drink an entire box of wine and pass out in some cheap hotel to sleep alone uninterrupted for ten hours straight. Yeah I said it and I admit it. Is this normal? From what I pick up from my girlfriends I say yes but who really knows because we have so many mommy bloggers out there only blogging about the cream of the crop of their days and god damn I am sick of it. So welcome to The Mama Lion, where the truth is our friend.
xxxoooMD
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
So since I have been living under a scrapbooking rock the past few years I wasn't really familiar with Tina or her 'currents' but having seen them I am totally doing this on my blog. Love the idea, so thank you Tina for letting me hijack this from you.
Listening: Bob Marley & The Wailers
Eating: Activia
Drinking: Iced Venti no water 4 pump white mocha americano w/tiny bit of whole milk
Feeling: Happy
Wondering: What to cook in the slowcooker for dinner
Thinking: about my dare for today
Loving: brainstorming with Erin
Needing: new music on my iPod
Happy Wednesdee!
Listening: Bob Marley & The Wailers
Eating: Activia
Drinking: Iced Venti no water 4 pump white mocha americano w/tiny bit of whole milk
Feeling: Happy
Wondering: What to cook in the slowcooker for dinner
Thinking: about my dare for today
Loving: brainstorming with Erin
Needing: new music on my iPod
Happy Wednesdee!
Monday, January 30, 2012
Is it a competition?
Honestly? I think we are competing in so many ways but birth stories inevitably come up at every single function I am at. The way we tell them the same way, have them memorized for the most dramatic effect, where to pause in the story, where to swear, where to laugh, it's insane.
Let's just lay it out there. How many times have you recited your birth story as a competition? Mine usually goes like this: "well I had a high risk pregnancy, ya know, blood thinner shots IN MY BELLY TWO TIMES A DAY THAT I GAVE MYSELF and DOUBLE the visits to the doctor that you had! I had THE VERY BEST MOST PRESTIGIOUS AMAZING AND FAMOUS SPECIALIST OF THE UNITED STATES (true story) AS MY DOCTOR AND I WAS ABLE TO VBAC A NINE POUND SEVEN OUNCER AT FORTY WEEKS FOUR DAYS." Let it settle in...wait for it.....wait for it......Booya! So oh wait, tell me about your seven pounder? Oh wow sounds caaarraazyyyy. (but we both know I am thinking I am way tougher than you are.) And then there are women who say 'oh wow that is big but my son was nine pounds ten ounces and I did it without an epidural!' and at that point I just bury my head in the sand and admit defeat.
I have a girlfriend (one of my very best girlfriends) who swears to god she didn't get her epidural until she was dilated to a nine. She seriously swears she was laboring 'in the tub, just me and John, it was so loving...." and then she finally got to a nine - A NINE before she had to have the epidural. A NINE?! What the fuck? Why go to a nine without that epidural?! I don't get it but my girlfriend is is insane with the pain tolerance and is extremely focused so that's her deal. I got to a six (or was it a seven?) before my epidural with my second son and I wanted to scream my head off with each one of those contractions, it hurt so much but still I admit the competition on who gets further without the epidural.
I have a sister in law who went all natural with her last baby and swears '(going natural) is super easy unless you have back labor like I did" and in her case she had her super athletic hubby pushing 'as hard as he could' on her back to get rid of her back labor but other than that 'it was no big deal' and 'you should totally do it next time, you feel so good after going natural.' Which inspires me to want to do it natural if we do the baby thing again. Kinda.
My own sister birthed her daughter at 41 weeks and I was there to watch. I actually photographed it and kept my distance. I was horrified. I had only had a c-section at that point (AN EMERGENCY C SECTION I WILL HAVE YOU KNOW! ALERT THE PRESSES! HOLY SHIT!!! -again competition!) My sister had her epidural, relaxed and when it was time she pushed three times. Three times and her eight pound daughter was out. I asked how she did it so quickly, my sister said "well, I just wanted her OUT OF ME." so that's how she did it. She wanted her out; she was out. My sister is extremely determined and an overachiever if you couldn't tell.
I have friends who birth at home, no epidurals, no doctors, just them and their midwives which scares the hell out of me but it is again their choice. I have read blogs of women who birth at home, how the experience is so beautiful, loving, caring, amazing and how in between each contraction they told their spouses 'how much I love him.' Oh really? because after reading that shitshow I will now stick my finger down my throat and freaking puke because really? Contractions hurt like hell and oh really you sat on the bed and just told your hubby how much you love him? Because on the way to the hospital to birth my NINE POUNDER I told my chatty-while-nervous husband 'to please just shut the fuck up and drive as fast as you fucking can" because those contractions were throwing me into fits of insanity.
The point is: it takes all kinds. We all have the option to choose how we want to birth our babies. A lot of times we get sucked into c-sections which personally I hated and was traumatized by but it's different for every woman out there and yet we don't ever just listen to their stories without the 'my turn! my turn!' blaring away in our head. I have been around women who have told me their birth story (the same one) at least three times because it was just so caaarrraaazzyy and of course it's a competition. I am sure I have told my birth stories to the same women over and over again because we are competing. How stupid of us. What we need to do is listen in awe of each other's stories, to be so respectful and amazed that one of our girlfriends or sisters birthed a new life, it doesn't matter how far she got without the epidural, it doesn't matter if she had a six or nine pounder, it doesn't matter if it was a c-section, a vaginal birth or if it was an at home birth - what matters is as mothers we decided we were going to bring a new life into this world and we did it. We made a baby, nourished a baby, we GREW A CHILD INSIDE OF US, we got to do something so sacred, so amazing, we learned how strong we are, what our bodies can do -and that is what matters.
xxxoooWith love,
Meghan-38 week-emergency-c-section-7lb-1oz-baby,40-week-4-days-VBAC-9lb-7oz baby-Dymock
Saturday, January 28, 2012
Friday, January 27, 2012
Introducing a new advice area for my sons!
For the boys Fridays!
First order of business:
Dear Atticus and August,
When you are teenagers and are walking home with your buddies or are skipping a class and walking to Starbucks for an iced americano you may think not wearing a coat is cool. Rest assured, my beautiful boys it isn't cool and doesn't make you any cooler than you already are. You will be very uncomfortable if you are not wearing a coat and it's 20 degrees outside. Not to mention, you will be missing out one of the finer points of wearing a coat: lending your coat to the girl of your teenage dreams.
I want you two to think about this for a moment, so this scene doesn't unfold. What is really the best choice in this scenario?
If not wearing a coat in a Utah winter you will be walking outside with a few of your lanky friends, wearing a t-shirt or maybe a preppy sweater and jeans, you won't be smoking a cigarette because that is gross and you won't feel the need to rebel that much. You will be so cold and so cool that of course there is no way you will be wearing gloves or a backpack either so you will be balancing your books in the crook of your arm,or on top of your head. You will be attempting to shove your naked hands into your jean pockets, all the while trying to maintain your cool. Then your ears will be freezing too. So you take your hands from your warm pockets, move them to your bright red freezing cold ears to warm them up, thereby dropping your books and the whole thing will be such a clusterfuck you will be wondering "why didn't I just wear my coat? oh yeah because this looks cool as shit that is why." But babies, you don't look cool, I promise. And that girl of your dreams will be aggravated you don't have a coat that smells like Drakkar Noir she can borrow.
Boys, it's a good thing you thought this through and made the choice to wear your coat so this entire scene won't ever happen.
WEAR YOUR COAT!
Love,
Mama
For the boys Fridays!
First order of business:
Dear Atticus and August,
When you are teenagers and are walking home with your buddies or are skipping a class and walking to Starbucks for an iced americano you may think not wearing a coat is cool. Rest assured, my beautiful boys it isn't cool and doesn't make you any cooler than you already are. You will be very uncomfortable if you are not wearing a coat and it's 20 degrees outside. Not to mention, you will be missing out one of the finer points of wearing a coat: lending your coat to the girl of your teenage dreams.
I want you two to think about this for a moment, so this scene doesn't unfold. What is really the best choice in this scenario?
If not wearing a coat in a Utah winter you will be walking outside with a few of your lanky friends, wearing a t-shirt or maybe a preppy sweater and jeans, you won't be smoking a cigarette because that is gross and you won't feel the need to rebel that much. You will be so cold and so cool that of course there is no way you will be wearing gloves or a backpack either so you will be balancing your books in the crook of your arm,or on top of your head. You will be attempting to shove your naked hands into your jean pockets, all the while trying to maintain your cool. Then your ears will be freezing too. So you take your hands from your warm pockets, move them to your bright red freezing cold ears to warm them up, thereby dropping your books and the whole thing will be such a clusterfuck you will be wondering "why didn't I just wear my coat? oh yeah because this looks cool as shit that is why." But babies, you don't look cool, I promise. And that girl of your dreams will be aggravated you don't have a coat that smells like Drakkar Noir she can borrow.
Boys, it's a good thing you thought this through and made the choice to wear your coat so this entire scene won't ever happen.
WEAR YOUR COAT!
Love,
Mama
Thursday, January 26, 2012
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