TeddyGrams

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Christmas lights. November 28, 2010

Have this unmatched capability to make me angry with my family. Every year, I get mad at the sloppy work of who ever decided to put them up. This year, it was me. My sister came home and asked with a slight tone of surprise “Did you put the lights up? They look really bad.” See the way it works is that one person decides to get them out, untangle them, sort them, make up some kind of plan, and then puts it all together. That one person always ends up doing a terrible job so my sister and/or I go and correct them the next day. It has become an unspoken tradition.

I had been locked in my room for days, leaving only for work, family, or very special friends. My dad even commented on how he hasn’t seem me for the longest time. I think he was a little worried. I put a smile on and told him I was going to the library and the park to get some reading done. Bad mistake. The library closed at 5pm apparently. I thought it was at 6, the fact that it was Sunday did not occur to me. I saw a couple friends there I wish I hadn’t. I turned and went to my  favorite swing. There I read some of Frankenstein.  I did my best to focus. I was getting into the book when I noticed that my face was wet. The book no longer held my attention, instead I let myself fall back into thought. My thoughts shifted to the previous times I had been on that swing. There was the project to clean up the park; there was the time I  ran into some students in classes I had helped; there was the time I just wanted to get away from it all; there was a time I ran into a guy and his family; and the time when I was just people watching. I’m sure I’ve been to that place more than I can remember. It’s been a spot I’ve loved since my previous neighbor’s grand daughter had been my best friend. We used to swing on those swings together when Ms. Carmen took her walks. We used to have Candy (my neighbor’s dog) wait near the fence and swing backwards looking at her.

I decided it was time to leave that place within 20 minutes of arriving. During the walk back to the truck I thought about where I wanted to be. Not just where I wanted to drive to at that moment, but where I wanted to be in life. It’s a difficult thing to explain. I decided to go to the gazebo that my friend and I share as a place to think and talk, during the drive there I realized the amount of time I was allowing myself to be free to think about whatever I wanted was holding me down. I needed some sort of distraction to occupy my mind.Christmas lights were what I thought of first, so I decided to head home instead.

I guess school should have that  covered until winter break. I doubt it will though.

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They can certainly show you the path. November 21, 2010

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But you will have to take it yourself.

These words are some of Daddy’s wisdom today. I didn’t realize how long it had been since I saw my grandparents until this morning. Daddy told me that he went up to my room a couple times yesterday but I was not there. I was of course at my best friend’s house with another friend. I’m glad I spent time with them, we had some good conversation, but I miss talking to my grandparents. They have known me my whole life. I have known them for a small chunk of theirs. What does this mean though? Do they know me much better than I could ever know them?

This blog has noticeably become more about what is currently going on in my life. I really didn’t want it to turn this way, but it’s just so much more convenient to write here.

 

I’ve been left at home. March 15, 2010

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While my grandparents take a trip to India. I miss them already. During the school year, I don’t get as much time to just sit and talk to them, but the fact that I could on a second’s notice makes me feel much more comfortable. My grandparents are the two people in the world that I would do anything for.

Of course Daddy and I get into fights frequently, but I am a Daddy’s Girl at heart. (I call my grands Mama and Daddy.) We are both hot headed and love to make our opinions heard, many times simultaneously. =] I always learn something new when talking to him about our family, he remembers things from so long ago. He is the one who pushes me to be my best, because he expects nothing less. Every small achievement of mine is a huge deal to him, and he really does know how to make me feel special. I miss him already. Who am I going to tease now?

My grandmother is the most perfect person in the world I have ever met. I know, everyone says it, there is not such thing as perfect. But you haven’t met my grandmother. She has all the patience that Daddy and I lack. She keeps us both cool when we are on edge. She is the best cook in the world (I’m hungry right now). Every decision she makes is based on morals and not personal gain. Things are clear to her, she lives by the golden rule (Treat others how you would like to be treated.) I really hope one day I can shape up and become even half as wonderful as her.

I’m starting the 6 week count down till they come home. Hopefully it won’t feel as long as it seems to be.

 

This is a little family background. September 25, 2009

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I often have so much that I want to write about. Of course I never have the time, so I thought instead of sitting here wondering what topic I would like to write about, I would just go ahead and continue with the basics.

I live with my family. We’re a fairly functional bunch. I have had some rough patches with my younger sister but it all worked out in the end.

My paternal grandparents mean the world to me. They were the ones who taught me to walk and talk. Even though I’m so much older now, I still have bad days if I don’t get to see them in the morning. They are my motivation. My grandmother, Mama, is soft spoken and has quiet wisdom that she is always ready to pass on. She sort of reminds me of Grandmother Willow, the tree in Pocahontas. She is very religious so that in turn affects my life. My grandfather is rugged and stubborn man, he reminds me of my father, who in turn reminds me of myself. He has seen the world change in his life time and it is so fun to listen as he tells stories of the past.  My Daddy, as I call my grandfather, is a fix-it man, anything broken in the house he takes care of. He reminds me that I can do anything I set my mind to and calms me down when I get frustrated or stressed.

My Mom and Papa are both people who I seem to be getting along with better as I age. The older and more mature I get, the more we see eye to eye. Most people say its the opposite for them, they have trouble getting along. The truth is that I’m afraid of growing up a little. I like the way things are going right now, as much as I complain. My parents are what ground me nd remind me of what is to come in my life. My dad especially keeps me focused. My mother and I have a different relationship, it seems the less we see of each other, the more we love each other. With her I know that if we lived in different houses, we would be the best of friends. But alas, she is here to tell me to clean my room, do my homework, straiten things up, and other things that I know to do without being told. The best thing about my mother is that she hasn’t forgotten what is  important to us, her children. She spoils us with love and attention.

My sister and my cousin who lives with us, they are a little tricky. For the past year, as my sister entered the preteen stage, I just couldn’t get along with her. I still have that problem some days. But it seems that we have been united against a common enemy, my cousin. We just complain to each to her about him, even though he isn’t nearly as bad as we make it seem. My solution for my antagonistic feelings toward him is avoiding hanging out with him at home. Its weird how we go to the same school and we live in the same house, but I only talk to him twice a day or so.

Well there’s a quick little summary of my feelings towards my family now. Of course, if I had written this two days ago it would be different. It all depends on my mood.

I must have been very tired when I wrote this on Friday night, I just noticed it was sitting in my drafts.