You know those people (the old people) that act as if they were still children. Be it due to their actions, mentality, spontaneity, creativity, and a whole lot more 'ity's, these people are either endearing are pathetically annoying. Trying to be more optimistic in my outlook in life, I am going to ignore the second group and expound slightly upon the first.
Starting with the author of the quote, Theodor Geisel, a.k.a. Dr. Seuss.
Dr. Seuss wrote political cartoons at one point in his life, but he is not known for them. Rather he is known for his childrens' books that were written with such childish glee, that all of America has either heard, read, seen, or had any little claim with the intricate exciting tales. If ever you are bored, try clicking around in www.suessville.com -you will be pleased, I am sure.
And then there are the people a little closer to home. My mother is one of them. More often than not, any of the things that could be classified as hairbrainish or certifiably crazy were things that my mother initiated. Memories such as playing in the muddy swing-set area (we were resanding) during a downpour, lying outside- under a tree- watching the lightening in the sky and feeling the thunder shake the ground, letting the wind hold us up during a storm that entailed hurricane winds, driving a full sized van when my feet couldn't reach the pedals while my head remained above the steering wheel, attacking my Father with ribbons and nail polish as he napped on the floor, jumping into the pool fully clothed, and I could go on and on forever. I want to be like my mother when I am her age, have kids that are in school, and keeping a job, a house, and a family in wondrous order.
The funny thing about personality is that it doesn't change much. Yes, people get older and gain wisdom, but those who are happy at heart and are like a little child in the candystore, are going to be those fun, crazy, endearing old people. When the wrinkles set in and age deprecates the mind, are you going to be one that will be thrilled for the places you have not only gone, but will yet go? Will you live in the past or, perhaps, you will be more thrilled for the adventures that will pack your days full of glee and wonderment at this gift, called life, that our Heavenly Father gave us?
I am done. I have an appointment in Seussville. Maybe I'll see you there.
Wednesday, August 24, 2005
Sunday, August 14, 2005
THE NEWS
In order to understand the full affect of this news, I included a portion of one of my journal entries:
… I had agreed to go on a blind date to humor a friend of mine, and actually looked forward to it. The guy came and we went out. Toward the end of this date, this man that I had scarcely met asked me to marry him. Strangely, I felt a need to agree, so I did.
Then we were married- I really don’t remember any of the ceremony, planning, or anything. I went home to North Dakota to see my family directly following the wedding- I was there for a month.
On my return, I was walking up a greeny knoll to the BYU married housing. A bunch of mothers came running to help me take by things to the place where my husband and I were to live. They brought a bunch of horrific house decorations, as well.
When I saw the inside of the building, I was horrified. The units were only kept separate by an ugly colored-red curtain. The living room had two small couches- both just barely fitting in the cramped space. Then two more curtains led to two bedrooms- both only furnished with a cot and a two-drawer dresser.
The place was deplorable and I was almost in tears- but I kept my chin up. I began to bring the stuff into one of the bedrooms and tried to put a few things in a drawer, but discovered they were full of the old occupants’ belongings.
A few of my friends showed up for a “house” warming party- eight to be exact. About a half hour later another group came- leading was my husband. “Hello,” I said cheerfully when I saw him- yet it was with reservation.
“Hi, uh…uh……uh……”
“You don’t remember my name?!!!!!”
“Well! You left me for a month!”
“One month! One month! To visit my family!”
“Well,” he snidely inserted, “we are just hit and miss. I’ll be gone for a week.”
I knew that this fighting wasn’t good. I got up and went to hug him. He pulled back slightly and I looked up at him and was hoping he’d kiss me- my first kiss. He did not. The tension was high in the room and people started saying that they had better go. My husband left with his friends- among which were several of his ex-girlfriends.
My mind started to race, berating myself over and over, “what have I gotten myself into? Why did I marry him? What did I see in him? Do I even love him? How is this going to work? I can get a divorce. No. I can’t. I need to be patient and understanding. It will work. Oh, Father! Will it? Help me!”
And then I woke up. Thankfully.
Anyway- the guy in my dream was tall, tan, and had dark hair: not suave handsome, but ruggedly so. On Friday night, I went to an Orem Owlz game. The Owlz won (Both teams were rather poor). But the news is, I SAW HIM! Okay, maybe it wasn’t HIM, but he was tall, tan, and dark haired… and drop dead handsome!
Disclaimer: Maria truly does not want to ever meet the husband of afore stated dream.
… I had agreed to go on a blind date to humor a friend of mine, and actually looked forward to it. The guy came and we went out. Toward the end of this date, this man that I had scarcely met asked me to marry him. Strangely, I felt a need to agree, so I did.
Then we were married- I really don’t remember any of the ceremony, planning, or anything. I went home to North Dakota to see my family directly following the wedding- I was there for a month.
On my return, I was walking up a greeny knoll to the BYU married housing. A bunch of mothers came running to help me take by things to the place where my husband and I were to live. They brought a bunch of horrific house decorations, as well.
When I saw the inside of the building, I was horrified. The units were only kept separate by an ugly colored-red curtain. The living room had two small couches- both just barely fitting in the cramped space. Then two more curtains led to two bedrooms- both only furnished with a cot and a two-drawer dresser.
The place was deplorable and I was almost in tears- but I kept my chin up. I began to bring the stuff into one of the bedrooms and tried to put a few things in a drawer, but discovered they were full of the old occupants’ belongings.
A few of my friends showed up for a “house” warming party- eight to be exact. About a half hour later another group came- leading was my husband. “Hello,” I said cheerfully when I saw him- yet it was with reservation.
“Hi, uh…uh……uh……”
“You don’t remember my name?!!!!!”
“Well! You left me for a month!”
“One month! One month! To visit my family!”
“Well,” he snidely inserted, “we are just hit and miss. I’ll be gone for a week.”
I knew that this fighting wasn’t good. I got up and went to hug him. He pulled back slightly and I looked up at him and was hoping he’d kiss me- my first kiss. He did not. The tension was high in the room and people started saying that they had better go. My husband left with his friends- among which were several of his ex-girlfriends.
My mind started to race, berating myself over and over, “what have I gotten myself into? Why did I marry him? What did I see in him? Do I even love him? How is this going to work? I can get a divorce. No. I can’t. I need to be patient and understanding. It will work. Oh, Father! Will it? Help me!”
And then I woke up. Thankfully.
Anyway- the guy in my dream was tall, tan, and had dark hair: not suave handsome, but ruggedly so. On Friday night, I went to an Orem Owlz game. The Owlz won (Both teams were rather poor). But the news is, I SAW HIM! Okay, maybe it wasn’t HIM, but he was tall, tan, and dark haired… and drop dead handsome!
Disclaimer: Maria truly does not want to ever meet the husband of afore stated dream.
Wednesday, August 10, 2005
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