I once heard a story about a girl who felt invisible to the world, and cleaned out her locker one day with plans to go home and commit suicide. While walking home, she tripped and dropped a lot of the stuff she was carrying. Someone ran over and helped her pick up her things, and walked the rest of the way home with her. They started talking and the person asked if they could hang out again sometime. She no longer felt alone, and didn’t go through with her plan. Whether or not this story is true, I don’t know. What I did learn from this story, is that a simple action can make a person feel that someone cares.
We all know what it’s like to feel forgotten. To feel pushed to the side and left there. It’s natural and common. The worst is being in a room full of people and feeling so alone. I hate that anyone in the world ever feels this way, and do my best to make sure the people around me know I care.
Wheel of Fortune. Call me an old lady, but I love watching the show. I can usually guess the phrases before the contestants can, but I’d never be a contestant… I can’t handle that kind of pressure! I’ve always said that if you want half an hour to pass quickly, watch that show. Seriously! Once in a while, I will grab a grapefruit and plant myself in front of the TV to watch Pat Sajak and Vanna White, with three random contestants. It’s more than a game show to me. And the grapefruit? Well, you’ll see. Family members, grab a tissue.
If I had a dollar for every time I’ve been told I am too nice, I’d have enough money to take that trip to Australia that I’ve always wanted. However, we aren’t given money every time something is said to us, and that’s unfortunate… But then we would be lazy, and that’s never good. I am willing to share with you the exact reasons I give / forgive / care too much… Continue reading »
Easter. Blog. “MUNKIE SAID SHE WOULD DO AN AWESOME EASTER BLOGGGG!” …. Yes, I did. And I intended on doing so. However, my weekend didn’t go as planned. Don’t think that means I had an awful weekend. Quite the opposite, actually. But — I will give you an excuse as to why I didn’t get my Easter blog up… and by the end of this blog, if you don’t forgive me for it, you have no heart. Okay, I am kidding. But really, I don’t thi… SQUIRREL!
This message has nothing to do with stars. When does anything I write have anything to do with the title? I named it for a saying that makes my brother laugh. That is what I am writing about. I promised I would tell you reasons I love my brothers and sisters. Because I don’t want to hear “WHY WAS HE WRITTEN ABOUT BEFORE MEEEEE?!” or “IT’S NOT FAIR!” …. I am doing this in order of age. My little brother. My little brother who is nearly a foot taller than me. Oh the things I could say about my little brother. Continue reading »
When I was 15, I had my first boyfriend. Exciting, right? Of course. No one ever forgets their first boyfriend/girlfriend. He was a skater, with pants that covered his shoes and wore shirts with band names on them. One sunny day, a day or two after we were “official,” we went for a walk and ended up walking down an alley. We stopped and sat on a stranger’s garage steps. He put his arm around me, it was kind of nice to be held like that.
You remember that much detail from 12 years ago? Yes. This is why: Continue reading »
Justin Bieber: Teen star.
A lot of my followers on one of my Twitter accounts are Justin Bieber fans. What? Are you surprised that I have more than one account? – Have we met? Hi, I am Munkie, I am a Twitter queen. Anyway, I have seen these girls BEG him to notice them, BEG him to follow them. I have seen the same with other teen stars, but Justin Bieber stands out because everyone who has Twitter, has seen him in the trending topics.
Today is Easter Sunday. Most of our kids, if we have them, are finding candy and toys from the Easter Bunny, and we are preparing Easter dinners and finishing up last minute cleaning before family members begin to arrive.
It is a great day. Families gathering, children giggling, Easter egg hunts, afternoon naps, games and joy.
But wait. WHY? Continue reading »