“There was a time when I was in a state of utter despair, immersed in guilt over promises made on which I had not delivered. I went to my vocal coach, Fred Wilkerson, weeping copiously. He asked what was the matter. I responded, “I’m going crazy. I am almost at the brink of suicide.” He offered me a legal-size, lined yellow pad and a pen. He said, “Write down your blessings!” Furious that he didn’t understand my condition, I shouted, “Don’t talk nonsense, I’m telling you I am going crazy.” He said, “Write down that you could hear me say ‘write down’ and think of the millions who cannot hear the cries of their babies, or the sweet words of their beloveds, or the alarm that could help them seek safety. Write down that you can see this yellow pad and think of the millions on this planet who cannot see the smiles of their growing children or the delight in the faces of their beloveds, or the colors of the sunrise and the softness of the twilight. Write down that you know how to write. Write down that you know how to read.” Wilkie, as he was known, gave me that lesson in 1955. Fifty-five years later, I have written 31 books, essays, plays, and lyrics for songs — all on yellow pads. I remain in an attitude of gratitude.”—Maya Angelou
My first time home in 11 days, literally. It doesn’t seem like much but after being in Florida for a week and Vegas right after, it feels a little wierd.
As soon as I got back in the 626, I got a text from my brother asking me when I would be back because my parents were wondering if I wanted to go to dinner with them.
I came right as the bill came, and was filled in on all the dramalicious things that occurred while I was gone. My mother had quit her Cactus & Succulent Society because she felt like this one beez of a woman unfairly treated a blind woman and her handicapped son, and her actions were not supported by the group. And my brother just found out that Whitter, his Law School, is actually not in the city of Whitter. Its 50 minutes away without traffic. That is one long as commute. BUT I came to the rescue!I have a perfectly capable and open room at my house in Irvine, and suggested my brother to live there for the next to months before I have to move back in so he can get all situated.
But my brother moved out tonight. Jetted over to Irvine to wake up early in the morning for his law school orientation. 3 years. He won’t be home. He moved out.
Who am I going to hang out with once all my friends go back to school at the end of this month? I was banking on spending practically all of September with him, and how I can’t. And 3 years?! Im graduating this year, and taking a year off, but he won’t be home! And who is going to mediate mom and dad?? Definitely not me! If anything I always make any situation 100x worse!
This is so awful. I’m so weirded out with all of this. So much change has happened within the span of 2 hours. I don’t like it.
Harry Potter land was everything and more. There were actual roller coasters and I guess you can say I had low expectations, since I figured I was spoiled from all things great (CA amusement parks), and holy cheese I was blown out of the water.
The Dragon challenge consisted of 2 roller coasters that would run at the same time and practically run into each other! The blue one was the Hungarian Horntail dragon and the red was the Chinese Fireball and there loops and twists and dangling feet, and homg so great!! And the line was next to nothing! 5 mins max and walking through the maze/line was so much fun bc it was all Triwizard decked out!
The Hogwarts “Forbidden Journey” made me crap my pants. It WAS SO AWESOME. I thought it was gonna be like easy-breezy, Soaring over California. I almost shit my pants it was SO SCARY. Like a thriller ride that consisted of drangons in your face, huge ass spiders that were vomit-inducing, and dementors that made me want to die. Long story short, after the spiders, I had my eyes closed and it was game over from there. I not really a screamer, but holy shit I screamed LOL.
And of all things, I left the park with a wand. Ollivanders wand shop was soooo fun. The walls were full of wands and it was so much fun opening boxes and choosing your wand… Or does it pick you? Anyhow, Jason got me and early bday gift (super early) and got Narcissa Malfoys wand. It is The Shit. Once I saw it, I HAD to have it haha. Its pretty badass.
I’m coming home with a Butterbeer souvenir mug too. Its gonna be a great conversation starter ;)
I’m pretty much writing all this on this never-ending car ride, and I’m beginning to get a headache. So this is when I’m gonna stop. But again, Harry Potter land was THE SHIT, sighhh :)
You’re the “woman of the house” and you don’t so crap. Dad does everything. Even when we grew up he was the one who packed our lunch. He was the one who drove us to school. You don’t even make us food anymore.
You are the most ungrateful wife ever. Dad would do any thing for you. Look at his home he made you. The garden he built for you. And one phone call made you this raging bitch.