It's Tax Time!

I'm getting my taxes done today, money is always a good thing. You know what is always a good thing too? Love!

You may not realize it, but you do love everyone. It's not until they are gone that you really know it. That is the worst part. Not being able to say goodbye or I love you to the ones you so call "hate" or "dislike slightly" until the moment has already passed and you are standing in the dust looking into a mirror at yourself.

Honestly, Take a good 15 minutes out of your day every day and introduce yourself to at least one person, make a good impression, have a good laugh, be on your way. During that day, make sure you remind someone you already know how precious your friendship/relationship with them is, even if you/they don't appreciate them/you. It will do a world of good, believe me.

If I had only known the people I have lost a little better, maybe I would feel a little lighter about them passing, as if I had made the best of our time together. Sure, I would feel worse when the time came to swallow them up into the end of ends, but I would heal better and would not be telling you this story.

No, I have not lost anyone recently, but someone close to me has. Let's pray for him and wish him well on his recovery, and please, remember what I said.

Rant and Other Stuff

Harold

My fish. Why can't everyone be like my fish Harold? He's quiet, he listens, he does what he is told (to swim) and eats when he is fed. He never talks back or makes fun of people. I love Harold. You should love him too. Because he's never done anything to you, either.

That's how people should be. They should take a lesson from my fishie foo. The world would be a whole lot better. There would be no plastic surgery because no one would feel the need to do the changes. There would be no cliques, when you go to class no one would stare at you and laugh if you had toilet paper on your shoe or hanging on your pants they would just politely tell you. (Kind of a personal experience) When you go to the beach no one would judge your body. Gah, how nice. Not to name names, but I also go into a knitting store that judges me because of how young I am (how strange). None of this would happen if we would thing like good ol' Harold.

Of course, we are not fish. We do not have little brains that do not think of anything but eating and pumping those gills. But if we did grow something bigger but similar...grand mastering.

Sorry for my little rant. Just people have been bugging me lately.

On a brighter note, Laura and Byron are out here for a week and are coming over for dinner with their family on monday. Should be a good time.