Snow?

I am semi happy that this winter has been warm so far. But Christmas has already came and went, New Years is just around the corner and STILL Minn-SNOW-ta doesn't have snow. It is just wrong. 

The end of the December is the time when people want snow! No one is dreaming of a brown Christmas. We WANT snow. But apparently Mother Nature hasn't gotten the memo. She will probably get it a little to late and we will have a ton of snow in March and April, when we don't want it anymore! 

I guess my Grandma was right, "We can't always get what we want." 

I am hoping though we will get some snow in time for New Years. Wouldn't be the perfect way to celebrate starting a new page in life? 

Books: 1, Kindle: 0

Dear Kindle,

Guess what doesn't die during class when you need it the most?

Sincerely, books.

Risk

Every day is a risk. When you get out of bed in the morning you are risking being awake for an awful day. You are risking getting in a crash when you step into your car. Going to school means you are risking listening to dumb, annoying comments from obnoxious kids in class. By going out on the weekend means you might miss Jake Gyllenhaal when he stops by your house.

Well maybe that last one was a stretch, but you're paying attention again aren't you? 

Every thing a person does is a risk. When the positive aspects out weigh the negative, you know risk is worth taking. 

Though you day could be awful it could be the best day ever. You could go on an amazing adventure. You could meet someone who despises the obnoxious kids as much as you and now you have someone to laugh at them, along with a new friend. You could have the most fun you have had in ages. 

There is a phrase that seems to be following me around all year and it applies to this topic as well. "This too shall pass..." Even if you take a risk and it ends up being a bad idea the negative consequences will pass (unless you are really dumb...). And if you are just on a streak of good luck when all your risks are paying off, you will run into a risk that takes a turn for the worse, so don't get to cocky. 

For the most part risks are a good thing and even if you take a risk you shouldn't have you are able to learn from them. Most risks, even if they don't turn out well, aren't life or death. Taking risks is a part of life. They help people grow. 

If you are unsure of something, go for it. 

If you are really really really unsure, it isn't worth it. 

Part of life is learning what risks are good and which are not. But sometimes to learn that you need to make some bad decisions first. 

A Little Taste of Humor

Sooooo I couldn't find the video on youtube so I just to have to put the link here and you have nooo idea what the video is until you click on it. Evil, I know.

A Lost Art

The most under appreciated art form is definitely car dancing. 

Now let's not confuse car dancing from "dancing" dancing, because they are two very different things. "Dancing" dancing requires a certain amount rhythm in the lower half of your body. While with car dancing you are only allowed to use your top half of your body (because the bottom half is seat belted in and, if you are the driver, controlling the speed of the car). 

If you want to be the best car dancer in town take note of these tips: 

1) Get into the music. 

2) This is no Sara Bareilles hour (even though she is amazing), unless you are prepared to belt it out. Get some pumped up music.

3) No matter what song you are listening to singing out LOUD is encouraged. Especially if you don't know the words. 

4) When in doubt flail your arms. 

5) Car dancing is an all or nothing kind of dancing. If you are not all into it you will look like a fool.

If for some reason you are having trouble going all out try car dancing at night. One of the most common reasons people have a hard time with car dancing is because they are embarrassed of other people seeing them. But with the cover of darkness you don't have to worry about it! And you can dance your heart with out the fear of judging eyes. 

Hopefully now you are educated on car dancing and can help promote this dying art. With your help we can raise awareness and make sure that car dancing never becomes a forgotten art. So get in your car, turn up the radio, and dance your heart out. 

On Compassion.

We are on our way to the store, our daily trip. Baby Cynthia is sitting comfortably in her stroller. Her blond hair is rustled by the wind. I admire her beauty as I stop at the crosswalk, waiting for the light to change. I notice everyone else waiting simultaneously averts their eyes. I look to see what they are avoiding. A man in tattered clothes, hair in dreadlocks has stopped a few feet away from us. Out of instinct I tighten my grip on the stroller. He peers down at Cynthia. He look down at my baby, no shame, no embarrassment from staring. His look is so intense, almost loving. Maybe it isn't even almost, it is loving or at least caring. There is something about the way he looked at her that makes me look at him. What do I see? A man, who for whatever reason has practically nothing. His clothes look like they have been attacked by scissors, thrown away and then the man found them and pulled them out of the trash. What did he do to deserve this? Did he commit a terrible crime? Turn to drugs and alcohol? Or could it be that he was just in the wrong place at the wrong time? Forced into a set of unfortunate circumstances due to no fault of his own? By the way he is looking at my daughter it is hard for me to believe that he is a bad man. Without another thought I reach down into my purse. No I don't want lipstick, that is a handkerchief, address book. Oh my I need to organize my purse better. Ah there we are. I thrust my hand out to the man, this money should be his not mine. He hesitates, not accepting the dollar I have offered to him. Cynthia is goofing around in the stroller pulling the blanket over her head. He continues to look at her, still not reaching for the money. For an instant I am regretful of my action, have I offend him? No, it doesn't matter now, he needs this money more than me, he should take it. The light has turned and he still isn't taking it. I push the stroller slightly, to show my impatience, and reach out farther to him, showing him to take it. With a look of caution on he his face he reaches out and takes it from me. An unexpected rush goes through my body. I know I did the right thing.