Why keep it in?

I am so tired of people treating others with respect that they don't treat me with. I want to tell everyone that I think they are terrible when they do certain things. Why do I have to keep things to myself so I don't hurt other peoples feelings when what I know hurts me?Why is it when you make a simple choice everything changes dramatically? Why to people assume things instead asking the source? Why dose everything have to be so hard?

Sincerely,

Ticked Off >:(

P.S. I'm getting married. :)

Everyone deserves a chance

As I was getting ready to study for my upcoming math test I spotted a heart warming story in the news today that I just had to share with you all. A varsity football team gave its opponent a free shot for a touchdown. That might be a slap in the face to some athletes when the winning team lets you have one. But in the case of Lake Stevens High school letting Ike Ditzenberger of Snohomish High run 51 yards for a touchdown, it was a dream come true. "Ike Dizenberger has Down Syndrome," the article reads.

The coaching staff of both teams informed players as to what was going on,
letting Ike make the run for the end zone as dramatic as possible. I encourage you to watch the video on YouTube, The Ike special-Varsity Edition.

As I watched every young man on the field play their part in that moment to give Ike his dream I felt inspired. It made me want to help others, to see that everyone gets a chance to be great because everyone deserves a chance.

No good deed goes unpunished.

Why is that when you seem to be having a great day something bad always comes along?

I was having an amazing day. I was drawing ideas for a quilt I want to make. OK I know that sounds odd but its true. I went out to get some colored pencils so I could color it up. And I thought “hmm maybe I can get a coloring pad just to draw some pictures.” I was feeling creative. Sue me. And I’m driving home all happy and I just proud of myself and when I get home a truck pulls up behind me and an older man and his older then me son get out and ask me why I kept driving away.

I look and I see that my passenger side review mirror is bent in and I realize I hit this mans car and he is rather upset with me and rightfully so. So I look at his mirror and see that it is gone and all that remains is the frame. Thank goodness the only thing missing was the mirror. I give him my info and told him several times I was so sorry and that I didn’t mean to drive away without leaving my info. I tell him what happens and he clams down somewhat knowing I’m not a total ass. We shake hands and part ways knowing that I screwed up. And guess what I realized? I’m not too proud of myself anymore. Yep that happy proud creative feeling is gone. I just want to curl up in a ball and never come out. Bu I know that I can’t bend the way I used to so a ball won’t work and I need to just move on. But that ball sounds real good now.

Shaving

OK so I work at Costco and because I work there I need to have a “Professional Image.” In other words I need a baby face, or a nicely shaven beard. I hate shaving, unless it’s for a wedding or a nice occasion but for work, it’s just not fun. I can't grow a full beard and if I could I don't think I would want to. I don’t want to look like Hagrid from Harry Potter. I just want a nice goatee, something that’s nice but isn't to outdoorsy. But I can’t even grow that. So yeah I shaved today but I fooled my razor. I only cleaned up my face leaving a chin strap and a little goatee. Who’s the master of the blade now?

Garfield

Why?

Why do people start to slow down half a mile before they make a right turn? Why don't they slow down closer to the corner? And why is it that when you think you should make a security visit to the restroom before a lovely outing, you think "No I'm fine I don’t need to go," but then five minuets down the road your body’s going "Ha-Ha who needs to visit that porcelain bowl now?" Why would your body play tricks on you like that?
And why on earth is a Chihuahua a dog? It looks more like a rat.
Why?

Costco Chicken

Put the chickens in the oven. Take the chickens out of the oven. Put the chickens in the oven. Take the chickens out of the oven. Five hours of the, “In and out,” game. Thank God I only have three more days of this.