Mia: Shaken Not Stirred |
|
Brand Spankin'
Our TurnNew Rest In Peace Music and Me... My Own Lil' Corner in Hell How to Talk To Kids About Sex Raising Kids, Teenagers and Sex : The Talk Hind Sight is 20/20 Me and The Church Lady The World Could Learn a Thing or Two From My Dog Whoring For Dummies... Book Lovin' Blogs
The Good, The Bad
& The Not Too Cute Archives
September 2004
October 2004 November 2004 December 2004 January 2005 February 2005 March 2005 April 2005 May 2005 June 2005 July 2005 August 2005 September 2005 October 2005 November 2005 December 2005 January 2006 February 2006 March 2006 April 2006 May 2006 June 2006 July 2006 August 2006 September 2006 October 2006 November 2006 December 2006 January 2007 February 2007 March 2007 April 2007 May 2007 June 2007 July 2007 August 2007 October 2007 November 2007 December 2007 January 2008 February 2008 March 2008 April 2008 May 2008 June 2008 July 2008 August 2008 September 2008 October 2008 November 2008 December 2008 January 2009 February 2009 March 2009 April 2009 May 2009 June 2009 July 2009 August 2009 October 2009 December 2009 January 2010 May 2010 June 2010 July 2010 January 2011 April 2011 May 2011 June 2011 July 2011 |
I dig the writing so much
I'd read their grocery lists If published
Karen Marie Moning Gena Showalter Kresley Cole Alianne Donnelly Liz Maverick Emma Holly Dianna Love Sherrilyn Kenyon Jennifer Weiner Jim Butcher
Blogs Me Likey!
Dear Darla
A Starving Writer's Blog Victoria's Blog Egyptian Sandmonkey Fried Spam Just Me In Ohio Kuma's Space Lost In America Petite Anglaise RoseByAny@-;---- Tapsalteerie Farms The Anchored Nomad
This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial 2.5 License.
|
|
Thursday, September 08, 2005The Sweetest Thing...It’s back to school in our house. My baby sister, the youngest child started high school today. She’s been pretty nervous about it all summer asking questions about how the workings of high school. Do the seniors eat lunch with the freshman? How will I find my way around the school, what if I get lost? And the most pressing one of all has been; what if no one likes me if I can’t make friends? My sister was one of the "popular kids" in her old school so her being nervous is understandable. She’s pretty, has great fashion sense, very girly, and gregarious. Everything I wasn’t at her age. In school I was well known and popular, I knew everyone all the different cliques the Goths, jocks, rockers, hip hoppers, gang bangers, fashionistas, immigrants, metrosexuals, gays etc. and I hung out with all of them I never allowed myself to be pegged into one group. This is the advice I gave to my sister get to know everyone give them all a chance expand your horizons. If someone is sitting next to you in the cafeteria say hello chances are they are just as scared as you are. This morning my mom came into our room to wake her up and my sister popped up in her bed like Dracula arising from his coffin, she had a fitful sleep I could hear her turning and tossing all night long. “Good morning sunshine!”, my mom told her usually my sister giggles when mom calls her sunshine today she replied with, “I’ve got butterflies in my stomach.” As I prepared for my day of school I gave her a pep talk and reminded her that at least our brother is in the same school as her. I don’t know if that gave her confidence or scared her. It was hard to tell by the look on her face. My brother Steven is a sophomore, he’s older than Caity and really over protective of her. Last year during her last year of junior high school it was the first time that they were in different schools. Steven actually had a crew of his friends keeping tabs on Caity while in school. They would report to Steven if any guy approached her and if so they would warn the guy off…lol Anyway so they are back in the same school now and in a way I think it’s going to make it easier for her to adjust knowing that he is there. This morning before they left I heard him tell her, “Caity when we get inside the school it’s really crowded. Make sure you hold my hand so you don’t get separated from me.” Usually Caity would balk at that; she is really independent, but today I saw her nod her head yes. Their school is right across the street from our house. I can see the entrance from my window. I went to the window to watch them walk to school and as they started climbing the steps to get into the school I saw my brother’s hand reach out for Caity’s. They entered the school hand in hand and for some reason it made me kind of teary I thought it was the sweetest thing. 1 comment from: Mia,
|