Life is a Mystery

A guy I know is getting his leg amputated today.

How is that fair?

Three months ago, a tumor was found in his leg. Luckily, the cancer hadn't spread anywhere else. Just his leg. Because of this, he had to quit playing basketball and receive chemotheropy. It didn't work.

Recently, doctors placed two choices upon his shoulders. The doctors could remove 80% of his lower leg. He would sitll have a leg, however, he would constantly be in pain, wouldn't be able to walk normally, and wouldn't play sports again. Option two is aumputation. He would be able to get a fake leg and play sports. When he decided to have his leg amputated, he said part of his personality wouldn't be cut out. He'd still be the same person.

I wish there could be another way for him. My heart aches for him when I think of him waking up after surgery and knowing his leg is gone.

But at the same time, he has become my hero. He is facing the unknown with a positive attitude. He doesn't complain. He is still going to live his life the way he wants to.

How can this person not complain about cancer and a leg amputation when I complain about getting a little cold that will be gone in a week?

Shouldn't we all follow his example and try to be more positive?

Water for Elephants

SNOW! In April????

I just casually glance out my window to see...snow falling on the green grass. I love snow. I really do. But in April? I love snow in December and January and maybe even parts of February. But once it hits March and April and May, I think it should just stop.

Why do my posts always turn towards the weather?

I think it's because I'm trying to blog about things other than specifics of my life. This is the internet afterall. I don't want to be giving away every single detail of my life. Why does the whole world need to know my personal business?

Then again, isn't that the point of a blog?

Question time. And please, someone who might be reading this, please answer because I really want an answer. Can you change the name of your blog? I created this one but couldn't think of anything smart at the moment and now I want to change it. Am I just stuck with my lame blog name? Seriously, please answer.

Easter...and then some

This morning, we had the dreaded Easter Egg Hunt at a nearby ballpark. For some kids, an Easter Egg Hunt is the best moment in their life (besides Christmas morning, of course), but for others, it's the worst because they are unable to win the amazing prizes (such as a bike, or a baby doll).

For me, it was slow work. So much effort goes to put one of these Easter Egg Hunt's together. It was fun being able to watch the little kids claim their prizes and ride off with their brand new bikes. Yet, it was sad to see different kids get stuck with the little candy while their peers enjoyed much larger prizes.

I was also glad when it ended and I was able to go home. The weather wasn't the best today. Very cold, very cloudy, and very windy. However, I'm thankful the rain held off until we were finished with the Easter Egg Hunt.

I've just realized there is a tab on Blogger that says "stats." Turns out, I can see if people are actually reading this or not. I have to wonder though if they're just passing by on their way to bigger and better blogs. But it is fun to see Malaysia and India light up saying people their have been to my blog. Are you guys really reading this?

Happy Easter everyone!

Who needs a title?

Why must there always be a title to the start of these things? It's not like we're writing a book or a poem. It's just a blog. I guess titles are more fun when you're creative and think of awesome things to say. But I'm not that kind of person.

Title.

It dictates how to start your blog. It tells you how to start your blog. Well, in defiance, I will put the title last.

The title is like someone telling me what to do. It's making a decision for me. I am completely against people telling me what to do. Friendly advice is perfectly fine. I only have issues when people say, "Hey, you're coming to this thing."

So, naturally, I say, "I can't."

Which, of course, leads to them saying, "I don't care. I'll pick you up at 6 am."

Don't they understand the word "can't"? It means You are unable to do something. It means it is impossible to do. You CAN'T. Can not, cannot.

I also don't think they grasp the concept of sleep. I will be sleeping at 6 am. If anyone comes at that hour, no one will answer the door because we'll be sleeping.

Okay, maybe this sounds a little rude, mean, selfish, but it's just I felt forced into it. If they had said, "You should come with us." Well, I still would've said no because I really couldn't. But it would be a better situation all around.

But hey that's just me.

Basically, Who needs a title?

Drip Drip Drop Little April Showers

When it decides to rain, it pours. I'm not complaining. I love the rain. The dark clouds are so beautiful, especially when they are so dark they look like a blue gray.  You know what I mean? And the sound the rain makes it so relaxing to me. I could just sit in my car for a hours listening to the rain drum across the windows.

It's also perfect weather for book reading next to a fire all curled up in a blanket. This scene can go well with snow too (and at this point, I won't be surprised to wake up to a foot of snow like we did a couple of weeks ago...it was a mean April Fools joke).

However, people at the northern end of the state probably hate the rain right now. It's causing lots of flooding. Not only are we getting high amounts of rain water but the rain is melting the snow on top of our mountains. People are trying to sandbag their houses as fast as they possibly can. To them, rain is their worst enemy.

Isn't it weird how people see the same situation in a completely different light?

No matter how bad things get, or how much I still love the rain, we can always look for the rainbow during or at the end of a rain shower. There is always that little bit of hope.

Things don't last forever. Bad things come and go, same as good things. The rain will stop eventually and for some, it will be a relief and others it will be bitter sweet.

The Cha Cha

Name this dance! It involves a lot of hip action. A lot of hip action. It's supposed to be sexy. Any guesses? The Cha Cha (You probably could've figured that one out just by the title). I don't mind watching the Cha Cha. I really don't. But me dancing it? Get real.

And may I remind you that the last time I danced this particular dance, I ended up in the emergency room that very night and ended up having my appendix removed the next morning. Coincidence? I think not! I can't really have an appendix removed for the second time. But I'm sure something else terrible will happen.

I could have to endure a hip replacement. I don't think people understand it is quite impossible for me to move my hips in a sexy way. The only time my hips get some hip action is when I have to pee really bad and I sway from side to side all the way to the bathroom to avoid an accident. Hip replacement is a fair concern for me while dancing the cha cha. It could happen People!

You may think I'm dramatizing this but I'm really not. I really did have surgery the first time I danced the cha cha. I even have the scars to prove it! So can one really blame me for dreading dancing the cha cha again...except in front of a large group of people instead of my small class? I didn't think so.

Blogs

I'm starting to give up on the whole idea of a blog. Honestly, who cares about my life? I mean, I do, I love my life but other people probably look at it and think, "Wow, what a boring life." Who knows? Maybe my life is boring because I've let myself even start a blog. I think the people who write blogs are one of two people. First:  they actually have an exciting life with crazy adventures along the way. The second option:  people who just need something to do and don't really have crazy adventures (kind of like...me).

I actually have something worthwhile to blog about. I'm registered for college starting this fall. A few classes I'm looking forward to such as English and Astronomy. Math? Not at all.

Weekends...like a slice of banana bread

Another lazy weekend. How can I go wrong watching General Conference in my pajamas while eating and listening to words of advice from my church leaders? For those who really have no clue what General Conference is, let me enlighten you. General Conference happens every six months where the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints get together and basically have a huge church meeting. The meeting is broadcast everywhere so every Latter Day Saint may be able to take part in it. It takes place at Salt Lake City, Utah. Thousands of members go there just to listen to our church leaders speak (and then of course, broadcasted everywhere). Not only do we hear words of wisdom, we hear how many church members there are currently and how many temples are going to be build and so forth. It really is an amazing thing, to me at least.

And you really can't go wrong ending a Saturday with a piece of banana bread, especially when it's still warm from the oven. If you don't like banana bread...you can just imagine a warm chocolate chip cookie with the chocolate chips melting in your mouth. That isn't a bad idea either.

Unfortunately, all weekends come to an end and real life begins once more. For me, that will mean getting back to reading Shakespeare and other works of literature, which, I suppose, really isn't that bad. But, if you compare Shakespeare to banana bread (or cookie), you know hands down which one is better.

Social Dance

You hear the word: social dance and what do you think? Dancing With the Stars, elegant dancers who know each step by heart. But I'm not the kind of person who actually enjoys social dancing.

We have recently began to learn some lifts, which are terrifying. Just imagine being the girl and being thrown up into the air and knowing there is a possibility of falling on your head, breaking your neck and ending up in the hospital. Doesn't that sound just fantastic?

Now, I've been told several times to "get over my fears" and "just do it." Guess who says that? The guys. Their necks aren't on the line here, are they? They could drop a girl but it wouldn't bug them at all because they weren't the ones crashing to the ground. There are times to get over your fears and a time when fears turn into common sense and wisdom and you shouldn't get over wisdom.

Yes, I know, lifts are a two way thing. Us girls have to be strong as well and help out the guy as best we can during the lifts. But I'm a clutz! And I have almost no upper body strength at all. I do my best to help out but sometimes my best just isn't enough.

So, why did I take a social dance class? Because I thought it would be a good experience, which it is, when we aren't doing crazy carnival-like dance moves.

The truth is, social dance is just not my thing. Dancing is totally and completely out of my comfort zone.