My new golden heart

I have wanted a locket of my own ever since I saw my grandmother’s (which is home to a picture of my grandfather in his military uniform, if I recall correctly). My mom also owns one that my daddy gave her. It seems like every woman who has a loving significant other owns at least one locket. Well, I wanted to be that woman who has a loving significant other. Turns out I became one.

I got Robby a winter jacket for Christmas (which I have been wanting to write on this blog for weeks!). On top of that, I (with my mom’s help) made him a fleece Yankee blanket to keep him warm – sense the theme going on here? A winter jacket sounds like a weird gift, you might be thinking. But, you’d have to know Robby to understand. He is someone who wore two hoodies and a hat hoping they could replace the warmth a winter coat could provide. I was sick of seeing him cold, so I bought him the nice coat you’ll see him wearing from now on (since he loves it so much).

I opened my gift from him and found a delicate, gray pouch. When I opened it carefully, a beautiful gold locket made its way into my eyesight. My jaw dropped. The front of the heart locket says “I Love You” and has a fancy flower design. I could not believe that he remembered that I wanted one badly since I didn’t really remember mentioning my longing for one very often. I opened it and found that it was empty, but then was happy thinking that he could help me choose the pictures to go inside of it. And boy, were there plenty of pictures to choose from. The next package I unwrapped was just as special: a beautiful oak jewelry box where I can keep the locket safe from harm. Just tonight, before the clock struck midnight and brought 2011, we picked and filled the locket with two very special pictures.

“Let’s see if you can keep that for sixty years like your grandma has,” said Papa after I showed the locket to him on Christmas Day.

“I plan to,” I said with a determined smile (at least, I hope it looked like I was determined)!

The pictures I have placed inside of the heart-shape will remain forever. I don’t plan on ever removing them from their new home.

The next day, mom told me that for my dad’s and her first Christmas together, he got her a gold locket (the one I mentioned earlier) and a jewelry box to keep it in. What a wonderful coincidence.

Another Sunday night

I was typing last night whilst sitting upright in bed and I realized just how much I enjoy the sound of keys getting tapped on a keyboard. So, here I am once again. It’s nearly midnight on yet another Sunday night in my life. Another week is gone and I keep getting older with every second that passes. It’s kind of a scary though, isn’t it?

I had been living in a dazed state up until recently. People didn’t bother me during that short amount of time and I found myself smiling for no reason at people I hardly even knew. However, lately people have been getting on my nerves more than ever. Maybe it’s because of the last week I have lived through that was hellish even without the assistance of the people that keep making their entrances and exits in my life. But, in that hell of a week I lived through I gained and retained friendships with some of the nicest people I have ever met. Everything happens for a reason.

There are some people who I know are living their lives while looking through masks they have molded throughout the years. I’d like to believe that they are the people they say they are, but I know better than to believe a single word they say. I’m sad that they are who they are. I wish I could change them for the better. From now on, I’ve decided to ignore who they are behind their facades and just deal with the people that they’re showing. There must be a reason why they’re hiding everything else, and who am I to expose it and question it? I’ve decided it’s none of my business despite the intense bout of curiosity I am feeling. I’ve decided to take advice from The Beatles and just “Let It Be.”

I’m growing up; I’m moving on; I’m getting things accomplished. I am so proud of myself for that. I’m not going to waste time worrying about the other people that come into my life. People that are only going to leave the next minute.

Service available until midnight

From seven-thirty in the evening to 12:00 midnight yesterday, I was locked up in a house with two little girls. Now, maybe I shouldn’t use “locked up” because I felt nothing like how I felt when I babysat my terror of a cousin. No, these girls were little angels compared to my cousin and her little sister. Nobody was bossing ME around, and instead of begging for food all the time, the eldest kept wanting to play games and color and watch movies. Easy as cake.

I learned that three-year-olds are, in fact, tolerable, some six-year-olds aren’t as terrible as the rest of them, and that Hannah Montana is wayyyy too popular among youngsters. The cartoon version of the Eloise books are as cute as the actual movie with that adorable little girl, the people who make up preschool kid shows must be wanting them to learn Spanish (ex: Handy Manny, Go Diego Go!, and Dora The Explorer) and I am now out of the loop when it comes to Disney Channel (I didn’t know that those twins on that one show had gotten so big!). I learned never to believe a thing that the six-year-old said to me, the game Elefun is not fun unless there are batteries inside it, and nail polish bottles should be made childproof. I saw The Wiggles for the first time, and yes, it’s a great way for young kids to exercise and dance in front of the TV, but those four men gave me the creeps. I am sure that they probably are made of money because of this show, but the whole time we were watching it, I just wanted to say: “you know what they are really saying, right? Between every song they are probably saying: IhatemylifeIhatemylifeIhatemyjobIhatemyjob….” but obviously, I couldn’t. Their mouth movements did not even match up with the singing…I am sure that if this show had been out when I was little I would have adored it, but right now I don’t. The Wiggles definitely scared me.

It was a fun (and tiring) night. We played in a sink full of bubbles (and got soaked, I might add), made smoothies, played Polly Pockets and had fun with their Furr-Real friends (the giant horse and the cute little kitty). As for the TV shows we watched…. I think I will stick with my SpongeBob.