Treehouse's Eye View

Let it be

2011-10-21T14:14:00.000-07:00

I know that life is super complicated, and it's a gift and a curse that I am a conflict-solver. I like to fix problems, and use healthy communication to get through hard things. One thing that I've realized lately is that not everything can be solved. I can't change others. I can only change myself.

I need to let things go. I can't help everyone, and often times, they are the only ones who can help themselves. I thought I could solve other people's problems, but as it turns out, you can only help those who want to be helped.

So if you're like me, and you can't stand to hear about something bad without wanting to help, I have some advice:

Do what you can, but don't do any more.

I know that doesn't make a lot of sense, but the point is that some problems are just meant to be left alone by you. I know it seems harsh to say "It's their problem," but sometimes it's necessary.

So listen to the wise words of The Beatles:

Let it be.

The Funny Thing About Being Sixteen

2011-07-18T21:16:00.000-07:00

So, let me get this straight: At this time in my life, I'm supposed to be learning and preparing for my future. I'm supposed to read books on things I should know, and listen to people talk about how things will be. I'm supposed to watch others make mistakes and take note of them. I'm supposed to make my own mistakes and take note of them.

Right?

See, here's the problem: If I don't know what it's actually like until I'm there, what's the point of preparing? Let me make the mistakes when it actually matters. Make me read the parenting books that I neglected when I have a newborn. Watch me as I mess everything up, but try to fix it. Don't give me practice lessons that I won't take seriously. Youth is wasted on the young, surely. But why try to make us grow up too fast by making us use the time we have to be stupid to instead attempt to pound ideas that we'll never get into our heads? All this preparation for the future makes me just want to get this part of my life over with, even though I know it's an important time. I know I should just use this time to my advantage, but I can't help but think I'm uselessly waiting around for my life to start.

Translation: I learn by doing. Life: Fast forward, please.

Solution: Neverland.

Not perfect: Me.

2011-06-06T21:20:00.000-07:00

I'm not the perfect girl. I spill things sometimes, and I'm clumsy. I laugh like a dork and I still love Nintendo games. I embarrass myself daily, and I can't seem to do things without them going completely wrong. My makeup isn't done perfectly each morning, and my heart gets broken easily. I always think I'm right, and I'm obnoxiously opinionated. But when I step back and think about it, I realize that I like being imperfect. I'd rather be good at being my nerdy self than be bad at being someone else.

Frolick Dancing

2011-05-18T11:02:00.000-07:00

I am so excited for the summer for so many reasons. One of them being that I get to start taking some dance classes. I have wanted to do this for so long! Basically since I had to quit in sixth grade. I love ballet the most; I think it's absolutely beautiful. I'm hopefully going to be taking ballet, jazz, and a turns class. I can't wait! Here are some beautiful pictures I found on the oh-so-wonderful Google images:

This is actually the only picture on this post that I took myself, of my niece Taylor. She looks like a little ballerina in her cute tutu. Love this girl. I have such girly little nieces, and they all seem to love to dance. Taylor dances back to me when I dance for her. Sydney begs for ballet lessons and won't wear a skirt that doesn't "twirl". Addi does nice little hip hop-like movements with her arms whenever there's a beat. They all make me laugh, my favorite little dancers.

On the subject of dancing, it has been raining a lot lately. With summer so close by, it seems so odd; but hey, this is Utah. Anyway, I was playing with Taylor yesterday and we had a mini dance party in the kitchen. Then it started raining outside and I wanted to take her out there to dance in the rain with me, but I decided that doing so would get me in trouble. So we just sat at a window and watched the rain for a bit. So much for the "fun aunt". I really do want to dance in the rain, though. I bet my best friend will do it with me....

Mother's Day and Costco Kids

2011-05-08T14:19:00.000-07:00

I was at Costco last night getting some things for my mom for Mother's Day, and I saw a father with his two sons, around the ages of nine and eleven or so. The younger one asked his father if they could buy the new Tron movie. His dad said no, but he was also sort of mean about it. I don't know the whole back story of these people of course, but when the father replied to his son in such an unexpected manner, I had an odd instinct to pacify the poor kid. I thought of walking over to him and saying "That's okay, that movie is overrated anyway." because that is my honest opinion on that particular movie. I was thinking that maybe a complete stranger walking up to him and telling him such a thing would shock him into felling better about his father's choice, or at least forget it.

I didn't actually approach the kid, but listened to him whine as he walked away. I wondered if he wouldn't have been as unhappy if I'd spoken up.

This lead me to think about all of the other times I had wanted to care for, or at least help, a child that was not my responsibility. In a grocery store, this tiny girl fell and before her mother helped her, I almost went over there myself. Of course, I probably wouldn't have been able to help much, due to the fact that children want their mothers caring for them, especially when they're hurt somehow. Plus it'd be really awkward, seeing as I didn't know them. I still had that instinct, though.

Women have a special difference to men in their roles as caregivers. They were made to have children, and to live out their divine destinies, and I'm happy that I was born with the natural sensitivity toward children and their feelings and that I have a need to care for them. I love kids, no matter whose, and I think they are all so good.

I also thought about how that boy in Costco didn't have his mother with him, only his father. Things might have gone differently in the happiness department, had his mom been there as well. Dads are great, they give you the tough love that you need, among many other great things. However, mothers have a different role. They nurture and love, care for and help their children in a different way than fathers do. They are so important to a child's growth and I love my mom especially.

Happy Mother's Day to all my favorite moms. Kate, Emily, and Heather: You are such great sisters and mothers, and you teach your kids so well. It has been such a joy to watch them grow up and learn from your examples, and help where I can. I love every one of them, and you three of course! It's an inspiration to me to have all of your good examples surrounding me. Thank you.

To my mother: Well, you know I couldn't live without you. Also, raising seven kids gives you a few extra points on Mother's Day, I think. ;) Needless to say, you're my favorite mom.

Love you all! I hope your Mother's Day Sunday is wonderful.

Just a girl colored girl

2011-04-17T11:35:00.000-07:00

Ah, a brand new box of Crayola 64-pack mini markers. You open the box, pick up a yellowish one, and see that it is titled none other than macaroni and cheese. The next one you pick up? awesome. Then purple mountain's majesty. Raw sienna, pine, timber wolf, happily ever after, bear hug, steel, and then finally, bliss... red. That's it, just red. Not brick, no, just red. Now, I have a few questions. What is the difference between salmon, coral, melon, and peach? Wouldn't those all fall under the apparently broad category of pink? Why would we have so many different pinks? To confuse the poor children using them, perhaps? "What's your favorite color?" 1. "Melon." 2. "One of those pinks...." 3. "Pink!" (which one?) We are simply complicating the meaning of the word "color". Also, why are the names of so many of the Crayola colors actually objects? Eggplant? Dandelion? Asparagus? Come on, now. So next time I see a color, should I just say that it is carrot instead of orange? Or box instead of brown? Perhaps jeans as opposed to the simple blue? Wait, but jeans and boxes vary in color. You'd have to say "Your tablecloth is light brown box colored." Wait, since tablecloths are objects too, you'd have no choice but to say "That tablecloth has a nice tablecloth color to it." So now, everything that once had a color is just what it is. That folder is folder colored, your socks are sock colored, and so on. Look! An exception: A cat colored shoe. Yuck. This should all simplify the color system. (...or make it that much more confusing to small children and/or everyone else....) Take that, Crayola! (Which is Crayola colored of course.) Well, I'm off to take a nap colored nap.

Remember?

2011-03-22T19:12:00.000-07:00

I recently noticed that I remember odd and unimportant things.
For instance: one time while driving in the car, my sister Rachel said something along the lines of "The same walk I went on with you," to someone. I absentmindedly replied, "There's no such thing as the same walk," and my sister Rebecca said offhand "That's profound."

This brief and oddly insignificant conversation stuck with me for an unknown reason, and I wonder if there even is a reason. Memories are interesting that way, aren't they?

Another thing I have recently been doing quite frequently is hearing words and remembering the exact way that I learned how to spell them. Weird, I know. Example:

When I was in third grade, we took a spelling test. I was usually in advanced spelling, so I thought that a regular one would be a piece of cake (oh, my silly over-confident elementary self!). So, the teacher said the words "a lot," and I thought it was so easy. Then I paused. Here's what then went through my head:
"A lot. Hm... is it one word or two? The only thing that I can remember about the spelling of that word is that I can't remember if it's one or two! Aha! It must be one, because each spelling test only has one word for each question. It's not as if they are going to start making us spell whole sentences!" So I put it down as one word, and was devastated when I got it wrong. "What?! I thought so hard though! I rationalized and made my answer make sense! What is this? Soon they'll be having us spell 'anarchy' and I'll think it's 'an arky' and wonder why they don't just say 'ark'! My goodness, anyone can get a job as a third grade teacher these days!" Okay, so it's possible that my third-grade self was a bit less cynical, but as if I would know the exact wording my subconscious used back then!

Anyway, I wish I knew why I remember useless things such as these. "I wish I knew why I remember"? That sounds funny. Well, I've got homework to further procrastinate on. Goodbye!

Enjoy

2011-02-13T14:45:00.001-08:00

Enjoy yourself. What an odd phrase. When my family went to St. George for a weekend, someone said something about enjoying ourselves, and we all did our part in a discussion of dissecting the idea of enjoying one's self.

Enjoying yourself? The phrase is used more or less to say "enjoy what you are doing," or it's interchangeable with the simple "have fun!" However, to say "enjoy yourself" is, when broken down a bit, similar to saying, "like who you are" or "You're a cool person. I like it, and so should you." It seems to be a suggestion to like yourself. It's now the equivalent of helping someones self-esteem rather than simply saying "have a good time."

Maybe I'm being too literal. Well, enjoy yourself and the rest of your day.

Too cool for cold

2011-02-06T15:03:00.000-08:00

A couple of weeks ago, I was beginning to get sick of the cold and wintry weather. The sun began to show its presence once again, but it was still cold. It was extremely deceiving of the weather. I'd look outside and think, "What a lovely day!" I'd soon realize, however, that this was a false impression. About three sweaters and a jacket later, it was bearable but saddening. I decided that I was to be rebellious and not dress weather appropriately (either because I'm not very smart in that way, or because I wanted to stick it to the man; "man" being the weather). I soon discovered that this was, to say in quite cliche wording, not one of my best ideas. I wore sandals when walking to a meeting. My feet froze, but I showed that weather who was boss. (I of course got shown who was really boss later when my mother pointed out to me that it was snowing and I had worn sandals outside only hours before.) Did I feel stupid? Yes. Did I also get to feel like Spring was on its way for about three hours? Yes.
Ignorance is wearing sandals in winter.
Ignorance is bliss.

Inspiration

2011-01-22T19:42:00.000-08:00

I have a small fixation with a blog I came across one day. It's the blog of a girl named Esther who is sixteen and lives in Indiana. She makes clothes and is great at photography, and here is her blog: http://esther-fromthesticks.blogspot.com/

She has a few posts of things that inspire her and even pictures of her "inspiration journal". My friend and I tried to make our own. This blog post is for my own inspiration, much like a couple of Esther's posts.

So here are some pictures that inspire me, because I'm feeling creative tonight:

Good Morning

2011-01-15T22:25:00.000-08:00

Whenever I hear someone say "Good morning!" in a chipper way, I pessimistically think:

"Why on earth do people say that? I'm so tired in the mornings because I like staying up late. So when I do wake up happy, it's never in the morning. It's a lot closer to noon. 'Good' and 'morning' fit together just about as well as 'well' and 'written' do while describing Twilight. (Which is to say, they don't fit.)"

I dearly wish that I could just stay up late and get up early, but I just need sleep so much that this doesn't seem to work.

I like mornings in theory. Getting up early, drinking orange juice, watching the sun rise, eating breakfast: it all sounds so lovely. However, when I wake up, it's nothing like that. Either it's a school day, and I'm up way too early and didn't get enough sleep and I don't even have time to eat breakfast and the sun isn't even up yet, or it's the weekend and I get some much-needed sleep, but miss half of the day by doing so.

So, when you are about to say "Good morning," think about it first by asking yourself the following questions:

Is it a good morning? Does the person I'm about to tell look like they might harshly or violently disgree if I say so?

Conclusively, while I like the phrase "Good Morning," and think it's pleasant, it's important for all to remember that not everyone is a morning person.

Live for Today

2010-12-30T17:41:00.000-08:00

Whenever something seems too good to last and I know it will end, I miss out on the full enjoyment of it. When on vacation, I find myself upset in advance that it will have to end. I'll have a good time, don't get me wrong. As the end draws nearer, however, I just become sad from the anticipation of it.

I have some family visiting right now, and look at how I'm blogging about the end when it hasn't yet ended. I'll get started on this and enjoy it now.

I'll simply learn to live in the moment.

Literally an epic, gigantic, nuisance.

2010-12-19T13:39:00.000-08:00

Here are some of my word pet peeves:

1. Word fads that become overused much too quickly. For example:
-Epic (Not always used correctly)
-Classy
-Legit (Just say legitimate; it's the real word for this abbreviation.)

(at least at my school those words are all used a lot)

2. Redundant/excessive adjectives. Example:
-Too many adjectives can be an enormous, gigantic, and downright huge issue.

3. When people use large(ish) words to make themselves sound "smart" or in odd ways. In an example:
-I got a text in which someone used the word "tedious." A text wasn't a regular place to see such a word, and I was slightly opposed to it.

4. The misuse of words. See below.
-I was literally tired after all that work. (Of course it was literal! How couldn't it be?)
-I was there too; that's so ironic! (which brings me to my next issue....)

5. Calling coincidences ironic. Read on.
-That is so ironic; we made the same kind of cookies.

6. Making a lot of mistakes while texting/ not using vowels, punctuation, or correct spelling. See?
-omg lol i luv that song! dnt u

I sometimes make mistakes like these, and I don't get annoyed every time they're done, but I just dislike them in general. Don't worry though; you don't have to watch what you say around me or anything. Anyway, thanks or reading my obnoxious list.

"I could have been a great many things"

2010-12-05T15:29:00.000-08:00

The title of this blog post is a quote from the one and only Jo March, from Little Women. I was thinking about it today because it's true. I could have been a great many things.

What I mean to say is that I feel restricted when it comes to my skills and abilities. I have an idea, like a picture that I want to draw, or a painting, or a photo, but then I remember that I can't draw, paint, or take good pictures. When I feel that failure to fulfill my need to do something creative, I'm crushed. What good is it to have good ideas when they must simply stay ideas and nothing else?

I suppose this is why I write. It's the only form of creation I can manage without too much frustration. I still struggle with finding the right words to use, but at least I can manage to choke out a sentence or two every once and awhile to make me think I'm a fair writer. Huzzah. Here's to being not completely and utterly incompetent with everything attempted. Close, but not quite.

I'm doing quite well, thank you.

2010-10-17T20:00:00.000-07:00

I have been extremely hypocritical lately, I am afraid. I get upset when people say "good" when they mean to say "well." I sometimes unthinkingly correct them out loud, only to feel rude after doing so. Although, I do make the same mistake sometimes. When asked the question "How are you?," people often respond with "Good." I resent this, yet am guilty of the same crime. It always comes to mind when I am asked this because it is used constantly around me. This question also comes as a surprise, last-minute, kind of thing a lot of the time. For instance, a member of the bishopric walked past me today, and asked me the dreaded question. I quickly answered "Good" before realizing I had done so, and promptly whacked myself with my scriptures. He didn't see that part, though. When others answer this question, it is easier to correct them because I have time to think about what they have said. Yet, when I answer, I don't feel the need to think as much about it because that person doesn't really care how I'm doing. It is a simple, meaningless question. Like a greeting. I also feel rude, as though I am trying to be superior, when I answer with "Well". Someone near me will be asked the said question, and answer with: "Good." I will say "Well" and they will look at me as if I have said "How am I? Why, I am smarter, and therefore much better, than you!" I will then want to shrink into the floor, and I will feel guilty simply because I used the proper grammar for the given situation. I also feel as though if I answer in this way, (the right way), I will have the yearning to start speaking in a british accent and as if I live in a Jane Austen book. In case you were wondering, mystery reader that is most likely one of my sisters or any other various family member, this is why I have high standards when it comes to grammar, and yet cannot follow my own beliefs. Oh dear, now my grammar-nazi, english-nerdiness, has become a second religion to me!

Read Outside the Lines

2010-09-30T14:36:00.000-07:00

I saw a commercial the other day that quite upset me. It said, "Once upon a time, there were books.... Now, there's the new vReader!"

Why did this upset me? "Why wouldn't it?" seems a better question to ask. I think that this statement is wrong, even if its meaning isn't very bad. The product was a toy that helps kids learn to read, which I obviously approve of, but it was the way that it was put that made me so distraught. It is as if they are implying that children, and everyone for that matter, don't need books; that they are a part of the past and that one of the benefits of our time's technological advancements is that we can part with such "slow," "old," and "outdated" objects and move on to a "faster," more "efficient," and "easier" way of doing things.

That is presicely why I find it so wrong. Why should everyone need so many things to be improved? They don't even find anything wrong with the things they have and do until something better comes along. They get corrupted, and suddenly they are in great "need" of the newest, best, and most brilliant of devices. I don't remember when even the worst of internet connections was so great, because I've had it as long as I can remember. When we couldn't use the internet at the same time as the phone, that was okay, because it was still a great thing to have nonetheless. Now, however, we can be talking on cell phones while using computers while watching televisions, and still not be happy with how our internet stops working for two minutes six times a day.

All of this is why I read a book outside.

Insane for Twain

2010-09-22T19:35:00.000-07:00

Mark Twain. I love this author. Even though I'm still on my first book of his, Pudd'n head Wilson, (I know, I know, it's so short and I'm still reading it!) I love it! He is funny while intelligent (making the humor that much better). In the book I'm reading, at the start of each chapter, it has a little bit "from Pudd'n Head Wilson's calendar" that makes me laugh every time. Here's one from chapter eight: "The holy passion of Friendship is of so sweet and steady and loyal and enduring a nature that it will last through a whole lifetime, if not asked to lend money." The thing, I suppose, that is so funny about his jokes is that they are based on something serious and deep, but turned to lighthearted joking by the end, making you laugh and think at the same time. This is only a fraction of his ingeniousness, I'm sure. Either way, he is now on my list of heroes. Also, my summer reading list.

Applying my new-found education

2010-09-09T13:46:00.000-07:00

Pathetic fallacy may be exclusively used in literary terms, but it has happened to me before. Ironically enough, it makes me happy. So after a terrible day and an even worse week, I can smile when the weather is "feeling sad" too.

P.S.- Thanks goes to Rebecca for teaching me this term. On this very blog, actually...

Nancy Drew

2010-08-19T21:41:00.000-07:00

I watched Nancy Drew tonight and I began to regret that the clothes I wear are not Nancy's. In fact, I suppose I regret that I am not her. She can do amazing things (everything!) and she isn't afraid of anything. Hm... I guess this blog post is me adding another person to my "people/characters that I wish I could be" list. Well Nancy, this is your initiation. Welcome to the club.

I wish that I could dress this way, but vintage is popular (and expensive!) now and so it wouldn't work as I'd like. I wish that I could think ahead of fads so that I could do and wear what I liked without constantly following the crowd. Oh, well. Maybe I'll just have to be Nancy Drew for Halloween.

What I don't know can, in fact, hurt me.

2010-07-13T22:48:00.000-07:00

I went to the library the other day with my sister. I got five books, all of which look interesting. Rebecca brought with her a list of books that she was going to track down and check out. I would have done the same, had I wanted to... I instead decided that going unprepared was just the thing that might cure my need for excitement. (Strange, the things I get a thrill from, huh?) So I walked into the library and looked. For what, I did not know. (I suppose I did all of this for the excitement of spontaneity which I crave quite frequently.)

I walked around, and searched for book covers and titles that sounded promising. When I'd find one that sparked my interest, I'd pick it up and read the description/summary. If that too interested me, I'd carry it with me as I continued my quest. I ended up having to use both of my arms to carry all of the books in the end, making me feel satisfied, yet still wishing that I could take all the books with me and fill my mind with their stories and knowledge in just a short amount of time.

At which point, I decided, it must be time to leave. For I was getting carried away with my obsession consisting of books (the fact that I was completely surrounded by them didn't quite help my yearning!) and want of knowledge that I simply had to check out quickly and leave, half anticipating the joy created by having those books with me but also half regretful that I was turning my back on the others. (The lack of knowledge of what those books said, well... see above title.) It was as if I had walked into a houseful of people I adored, and walked right past them all to speak to only one, and left without saying goodbye. How rude! I'll just have to go back to the library (er, house?) very soon. Until then, I will let my fantasies of being surrounded by books linger on my thoughts, making me the happy soul I wish to be. Adieu, my dear friend the library. Oh, what joy you bring me!

Not not a blog post

2010-07-01T21:23:00.000-07:00

Yes, this title is a double negative. Believe it or not, (I chose to believe it, obviously) I heard a triple negative recently. Yes, triple. It was "not unmercilessly"... This confused me shortly, so I had to sort it out in my mind:

Okay, "mercilessly" is without mercy... but with the "un-" on there, there is mercy... but it says "not" before.

Just so we're clear, this means that there wasn't any mercy applied.

This person could've just said mercilessly and they'd have saved their breath and my time taken to sort out their meaning (even if it wasn't very long). Thanks for making just one more thing that much more unnecessarily complicated.

The circle of life

2010-06-13T17:39:00.000-07:00

Even though we don't always realize it, everyone has some sort of schedule or cycle that they almost subconsciously go through more or less every day. Everything seems to have a sequence to it, no matter how broad.

We probably don't think about how similar each day is because of the small differences that can seem larger because we don't look at the big picture.

For instance, I go to school for about nine months a year, always going to the same classes (besides the schedule change mid-year), yet by the end of it, it feels so much more eventful because of something that someone said or did, or a project that was due. We can't just scale it down to not seem as though it is a huge difference sometimes.

Have you ever done the same thing, day after day, but each time seemed different? Maybe due to the fact that you have family visiting, you got a paper cut, or just can't seem to track down your lost floss? It could be any number of little things that make the days seem to separate themselves from the rest. This may be why we can remember the days based on events that happen on them.

Perhaps this is why we (on summer vacation) can't get ourselves to keep track of the days unless there is something going on during these days. We get too careless and the days have no way of making themselves significant or different from the ones surrounding them.

Who cares? I get to not worry. I'm on vacation from the worry these concepts propose as well as school.

Up up and away

2010-03-26T18:37:00.000-07:00

I heard someone, (Luke on Gilmore Girls), say "I'll start jumping up and down". When I heard this, I thought:

"Why would they say 'Up and down'? You can't jump down necessarily, you sort of just fall due to Earth's gravitational pull. It's common sense to know you'll come back down once you go up. It just seems so unnecessary to say down. We all know Newton's law."

Yes, this is how I think. I analyze every little thing to death.
That's why a blog is so good for my well-being. (and others' for that matter!)

Spring has sprung

2010-03-22T17:04:00.000-07:00

This good weather really does make everything better. Not much has changed over the last few days except for the weather getting better, so I suppose it's strange that everything seems great. The term ended at school, too. I guess that could be part of it. I got a 4.0, that's gotta be contributing.... But, I still feel as though a lot of things were just lifted away and left forever and now it's all just goodness... I suppose that's the magic of spring.

Rain or Shine

2010-03-16T16:30:00.000-07:00

I always notice that the weather in movies always matches the general mood. A couple just broke up, cue the rain. They're walking down the street singing: sun. One that doesn't apply to this is "Singing in the Rain". But that is of the few exceptions.

I was not having an awesome day today, but I came home and it was just so gorgeous outside, and my niece was just so cute and willing to play "side" (outside) with me, that I couldn't help but cheer up. So lay on grass, take a walk, and throw a frisbee because you don't want to miss out.

P.S.- I love the word antidisestablishmentarianism. It's long and fun to say fast.

On top of spaghetti...

2010-03-07T21:11:00.000-08:00

I want to go to The Old Spaghetti Factory and get...

-Salad with creamy pesto dressing
-Mizithra cheese and browned butter spaghetti and
-Spumoni Ice cream

Mmm. I want comfort food.

Thank you, straightener!

2010-03-04T17:14:00.000-08:00

I have only ever heard people say "I'm having a bad hair day".

Well yesterday, I had a very good hair day.

Ya Dig?

2010-03-02T18:18:00.001-08:00

Dig a little deeper.

No wait, don't.

What I mean is that people read too much into things sometimes. It can be right in front of them, yet they look too closely.

For Instance:

Person looking at a room painted blue: "The person who chose this color is a calm person who painted over their qualms as well as their old wall color. They love the ocean and relaxing."

Person who painted it blue: "I just like blue. It's my favorite color."

Moral of the story: Don't over-analyze (to the point of ridiculousness).

You don't know what you've got until it's gone

2010-02-23T19:48:00.000-08:00

I've been stressed by school and "stuff" and now: I miss my childhood. Everything about it. I wish I could live it all again.

I want to ride my bike down the "steep" hill. I want to shoot hoops and miss most of them at the neighbor's basketball hoop. I want to eat Popsicles and have water fights in the summer. I want to knock on the door of all of my friend's houses in the neighborhood to ask them to "come out and play". I want to play four square. I want to sell lemonade. I want to play rec. soccer. I want to color with crayons outside the lines. I want to make a fort and a rocket ship out of cardboard boxes. I want play-doh. I want sidewalk chalk. I want to drink an endless amount of chocolate milk. I want to have to climb counters and boxes to earn that thing I couldn't reach. I want someone to read to me while I look at the pictures in the book. I want to have an endless supply of imagination. I want to go over to cousin's house and go down the blue elephant slide. I want to jump on a trampoline. I want to watch Disney movies when they're all that's allowed anyway. I want a bedtime to ensure that I get enough sleep. I want to eat animal crackers. I want to sing "the itsy-bitsy spider". I want to play with Legos, beanie babies, and light sabers. I want to play sardines and hide-and-go-seek.

I want this list to go on forever and ever and then that these will all actually happen to me. I don't want to have to want these. I want to run around barefoot and keep running and not worry about my homework, things I should be doing, or problems; I want to not care. I want simplicity. I want my childhood back.

Oh, I'm just thrashing about

2010-02-18T21:22:00.000-08:00

I went to a band concert at my school tonight and during a more upbeat song, I saw at least three small children dancing about until their exciting merriment of a jig was interrupted by a parent of theirs. I was thinking how fun dancing is to little ones. Kids can do things so honestly. They have no sort of dance training or such things, but they simply move the way the particular music makes them feel. "This is a happy song, I think I'll spin around and jump!" (or so I imagine the thought of the kids). It's most likely not something that they think about at all. They just do what they feel. Good for you, kid.

I also thought "Poor kid. She got in trouble for her dancing. Well, I suppose it was a bit more like thrashing about". Then I admired the phrase "thrashing about" so much, I have desired a scenario in which I could repeat it since the incident.

Title

2010-01-07T20:33:00.000-08:00

Yes, I titled this "title". And yes, because it is pertaining to the title. I think you might be able to guess the reason and meaning for the title, but here goes anyway. The saying "Bird's Eye View" pretty much means an outlook, or way of seeing things. I changed it to "Treehouse's Eye View" because:

1. I am not, have never been, and will never be, a bird. And therefore will never see things the way a bird might. However, I have most likely been in a treehouse at some point in my past.

2. Birds fly, I don't. Treehouses are as close to the sky as I can get from not leaving the ground. (besides in ways that I don't wish to list at this moment)

3. I am going to write (type) my outlook on whatever I think up. It will be all over the place, but this is more for me than anyone else anyway.

So that is my little summary or intro as to what this thing is. Stay tuned.