iPad

I'm typing on my new iPad. I can't tell I how lucky I feel to b me most of the time. It's like I'm living in a fairy tale. My kids are perfect, my house, my car, my hubby is awesome. My friends r the bestest, my family is so supportive and I feel so secure in their love for me. Well, I guess I could be thinner, quieter, nicer....a lot of things. Maybe it's not that everything is perfect but that I choose to see it that way. Perception is the key. To quote India Aire "Back when I had a little
I thought that I needed a lot
A little was over rated,
but a lot was a little too complicated
You see-Zero didn't satisfy me
A million didn't make me happy
That's when I learned a lesson
That it's all about your perception
Hey-are you a pauper or a superstar
So you act, so you feel, so you are
It ain't about the size of your car
It's about the size of the faith in your heart"

That's one of my favorite songs cuz I love the message. It's all in the 'tude. ;)

It changes..but really stays the same.

It amazes me how much things stay the same. You don't talk to or hear of people in a long time and when you meet them again...it's the same. The same ppl that were annoying, stupid, vicious, retarded, lazy, bitchy...they are the same. I mean I think I've changed since high school. Not that I was a bad person...some of my actions were bad. Maybe it's not so much that I have changed but my actions have. I like to think I've gained wisdom or at least new perspective through the years but I'm probably much the same. On the opposite end of the spectrum, the same people that I thought were interesting (one of the highest awards in my book), cool, sweet, funny...they still are too. Luckily time has left them as they are as well. And there are the occasional surprises..someone you didn't know well because they got overlooked or you didn't rotate in the same circles..it was always harder to 'border cross' then than it is now..well, those ppl can be a surprise. You can mourn the time you didn't take to know them better because it might have been worth your while. I also mourn the time I spent trying to delve into someone when it looked like there might be more and I hit shallow water all the way around. Sometimes you see what you want because you love the person ...instead of what's there.

Random Thoughts: Confessions, Prodigies, and Anne Shirley

Some random thoughts of the day:

Have you ever wanted to confess you deepest, darkest secrets to someone? Maybe not even those...just the embarrassing ones? The ones that you don't even tell yourself? We all want that, don't we? Someone who's gonna love us even when we spill the beans..own up to our biggest, ratiest mistakes. Sometimes I wanna spill the beans, sometimes I DO. I gotta big mouth and sometimes what someone else might consider their biggest, baddest secret just trickles off my tongue. It's camouflage. If you tell the truth when the truth doesn't matter then you can afford to tell a little white lie when it does. You just gotta know what matters to who and what doesn't.

I read about an 8 year old painting prodigy today. Apparently at 5 he drew just like a normal 5 year old and then one day his parents took him on vaca and he asked to draw a pic of the scene and BOOM..he's drawing with passion and zeal and he's taking a few lessons and wowing the world and making 100,000's of dollars. I thought..how lucky, to know at 8 what your life is gonna be like. To know your THAT good at something that your being compared to Monet and Picasso. To have found your life's work that easily....to have it dropped in your lap. No questions of a college major or money issues ..I guess maybe there is a flip side too...maybe you want those questions...maybe it ain't or shouldn't be so cut and dried at the ripe old age of 8...

I've been reading "Anne of Green Gables". I thought...how much better of a role model is she for today's  youth than Bella Swan. Anne was a girl of whimsical spirit and high minded morals. A sweet, honest, timeless girl ...I so thought I was Anne Shirley when I was a little girl. I was gonna grow up with my Gilbert and talk like Anne, walk like Anne...That wasn't a bad thing to aspire to be. I think I shall re-take Anne Shirley as my role model. Who says I'm too old for a role model? ;)