The Post About Almost Everything
So I haven’t posted in literally forever….SORRY
Honestly, I’ve been working on my novels (a whole three chapters *yay*) but I shouldn’t have put this baby on hold. ANYWAY
A friend of mine, after rightfully admonishing me for not posting EVER, told me that they liked when I talked about what I did and how my day went, so here’s how my Saturday went…
First of all, I got to sleep in. Oddly enough, for a person who loves sleeping, I don’t do it a lot. Or at least in the time frames I’m supposed to, I guess I’m just more tired at 10 in the morning than I am at 10 pm. I wonder why (as I write this at 11:23 pm on a school night)... *stares into camera like they do on The Office*
Then I went to lunch with Oli and Hales to celebrate Hales’ sixteenth birthday (two months late lol). We might not see each other all the time, we might not always agree on everything, but I love yall so much and would totally give up the last piece of pizza or chocolate for you. (one or the other, not both XD) CFG’s for life.
After eating my weight in lo mein and sweet and sour chicken, mom and I got home and I GOT TO DRIVE AND *spoiler* I DIDN’T KILL ANYONE!!! Sometimes I think back to little kid Linnea and I wonder if she would be okay with the person I am now, but then I think, “Wow! I drove to a stoplight and actually remembered that red means stop,” and I know she’d be proud. I gotta give my mom props too, she didn’t scream or flinch at all this time… even when I asked which pedal was the gas and which was the brake...and proceeded to press the gas at a stop sign…. True story… I’d like to seize this moment to reiterate that no humans, cars, mothers, stop signs, stop lights, cats, dogs, children or curbs were harmed during these events.
My sister asked me if driving is scary and it really is, but what outweighs the crushing reality that people’s lives rest upon my ability to maneuver a metal box around a bunch of twists and turns is the thought that while yes, I still have a loooong way to go, this is the next bend in the road of growing up. I might not know what lies beyond said bend, but as long as I do what I’m sposed to be doing, as long as I stay right in between the yellow line and the side of the road, I’m gonna be just fine.
After driving in a big circle to get home, I switched to the passenger side and got to go to a bonfire with my youth group. Needless to say, it was a lot of fun. Bonfires, or specifically the memories I make at bonfires, are some of my favorite things. I love the way my friends laughter flickers with the flames, I love the sounds of kids laughing while they run around, I love chilling in the van on the way there and back, listening to music and just being there. I love the way the marshmallows look when they catch on fire and that although it’s cold outside, everyone is warm. It was nice to sit around and just hang out with people. To make conversation and listen in on the conversations of others. To flawlessly cook a marshmallow but absolutely murder the everything out of not one, but two poor hot dogs (rest in peace, you didn’t deserve that kind of death).
OH YEAH
Thanksgiving! That’s a thing that happened. A couple lifesavers in the forms of another two of my good friends came and helped my sister and I do the cooking. Em, I don’t think I could count the number of potatoes and apples you peeled, by doing that you saved me like 23 hours of work, thanks. Crys (pronounced cris not cries), thanks for somehow making sense of my scrambled notes and mental math and for pulling off a 1 and ¾ batch of green bean casserole. Still figuring that one out tbh, you deserve a medal. Yall are now members of the “Cooked With Linnea and Survived With My Head Still Attached” club. You should be proud, and thanks to your parents for letting me steal yall on Thanksgiving Eve. Thanksgiving itself was a lot of fun. We got to share lotsa good food with lotsa good people and even though none of us were related by blood, it really felt like we were hanging with family.
I don’t know how to end this post, it’s pretty scattered, so in honor of Thanksgiving, bonfires, Christmas, friends and other things I appreciate, here are 5 obscure-ish things I’m thankful for…
1. Free samples at the grocery store
2. The way little kids breathe when they fall asleep on you
3. Spell check
4. Honesty (especially in the form of friends who tell me my handwriting is worse than, well, my handwriting)
5. That one last french fry in the bottom of the bag
Honestly, I’ve been working on my novels (a whole three chapters *yay*) but I shouldn’t have put this baby on hold. ANYWAY
A friend of mine, after rightfully admonishing me for not posting EVER, told me that they liked when I talked about what I did and how my day went, so here’s how my Saturday went…
First of all, I got to sleep in. Oddly enough, for a person who loves sleeping, I don’t do it a lot. Or at least in the time frames I’m supposed to, I guess I’m just more tired at 10 in the morning than I am at 10 pm. I wonder why (as I write this at 11:23 pm on a school night)... *stares into camera like they do on The Office*
Then I went to lunch with Oli and Hales to celebrate Hales’ sixteenth birthday (two months late lol). We might not see each other all the time, we might not always agree on everything, but I love yall so much and would totally give up the last piece of pizza or chocolate for you. (one or the other, not both XD) CFG’s for life.
After eating my weight in lo mein and sweet and sour chicken, mom and I got home and I GOT TO DRIVE AND *spoiler* I DIDN’T KILL ANYONE!!! Sometimes I think back to little kid Linnea and I wonder if she would be okay with the person I am now, but then I think, “Wow! I drove to a stoplight and actually remembered that red means stop,” and I know she’d be proud. I gotta give my mom props too, she didn’t scream or flinch at all this time… even when I asked which pedal was the gas and which was the brake...and proceeded to press the gas at a stop sign…. True story… I’d like to seize this moment to reiterate that no humans, cars, mothers, stop signs, stop lights, cats, dogs, children or curbs were harmed during these events.
My sister asked me if driving is scary and it really is, but what outweighs the crushing reality that people’s lives rest upon my ability to maneuver a metal box around a bunch of twists and turns is the thought that while yes, I still have a loooong way to go, this is the next bend in the road of growing up. I might not know what lies beyond said bend, but as long as I do what I’m sposed to be doing, as long as I stay right in between the yellow line and the side of the road, I’m gonna be just fine.
After driving in a big circle to get home, I switched to the passenger side and got to go to a bonfire with my youth group. Needless to say, it was a lot of fun. Bonfires, or specifically the memories I make at bonfires, are some of my favorite things. I love the way my friends laughter flickers with the flames, I love the sounds of kids laughing while they run around, I love chilling in the van on the way there and back, listening to music and just being there. I love the way the marshmallows look when they catch on fire and that although it’s cold outside, everyone is warm. It was nice to sit around and just hang out with people. To make conversation and listen in on the conversations of others. To flawlessly cook a marshmallow but absolutely murder the everything out of not one, but two poor hot dogs (rest in peace, you didn’t deserve that kind of death).
OH YEAH
Thanksgiving! That’s a thing that happened. A couple lifesavers in the forms of another two of my good friends came and helped my sister and I do the cooking. Em, I don’t think I could count the number of potatoes and apples you peeled, by doing that you saved me like 23 hours of work, thanks. Crys (pronounced cris not cries), thanks for somehow making sense of my scrambled notes and mental math and for pulling off a 1 and ¾ batch of green bean casserole. Still figuring that one out tbh, you deserve a medal. Yall are now members of the “Cooked With Linnea and Survived With My Head Still Attached” club. You should be proud, and thanks to your parents for letting me steal yall on Thanksgiving Eve. Thanksgiving itself was a lot of fun. We got to share lotsa good food with lotsa good people and even though none of us were related by blood, it really felt like we were hanging with family.
I don’t know how to end this post, it’s pretty scattered, so in honor of Thanksgiving, bonfires, Christmas, friends and other things I appreciate, here are 5 obscure-ish things I’m thankful for…
1. Free samples at the grocery store
2. The way little kids breathe when they fall asleep on you
3. Spell check
4. Honesty (especially in the form of friends who tell me my handwriting is worse than, well, my handwriting)
5. That one last french fry in the bottom of the bag
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