I have received an internship! YAY! At the library no less. I get to receive important work experience, get credit hours for my degree, and be around books. All at the same time! It’s like a dream come true!
I am not too sure about what to expect. What will they have me doing? Will I only work the hours I receive credit for? (3 hours a week) How do I dress? These are serious questions people. I need to figure this out before I start. I may need to go shopping for some professional clothes. Oh darn, not shopping. That was sarcasm by the way.
I was raised to get my hands dirty. It took me a long time to get to a point where I could have enough girlishness to meet the level of femininity needed to be professional. No matter how prissy I may seem to get, I never will be scared of some dirt under my nails, sweaty hair, or smokey clothes.
One thing my Dad always made sure I understood is that hard work is a part of life. No matter where you end up, you should always be willing to do what you need to get where you want in life. I’ve tried to keep that mentality. Sometimes I may be a little stubborn and take it too far, but if I want something done I do it. I don’t tend to wait for someone else to do it for me.
The old saying goes, “There are two things you never talk about, politics and religion.” This rule is good for anybody to follow if they can’t maintain a state of calm when these topics are brought up. But when happens when the national conversation is about nothing but these two, and other equally controversial, topics? You get a mess of aggression and hate.
One of the downsides, in my opinion, to posting on social networking sites is the amount of feedback that is possible. I don’t know if it is human nature or not, it makes since to me that it would be, but when a person’s face is removed form the conversational equation there is a wall that is lifted. This has been a problem with phone calls for a long time, imagine the poor inbound telemarketer getting chewed out by a customer that doesn’t like the rules to a warranty they just purchased, it gets ugly quick. Now add to this natural human, oh lets call it, lack of couth and put it into a world where most of the communication happening among communities (because online community is a thing and there is a huge number of members) and a major problem is created. It seems to me that it has come to a point where there is almost a pack mentality. It’s cool to be the witty guy that tells whoever that their opinions are dumb and invalid. A story gets posted on Facebook and the masses jump on the comment train to give their two cents. Those commenters are followed by the vultures who fuel the fire of argument. Pulling up the rear are the trolls who do nothing but find feeds where they can leave a particularly nasty, rude, or otherwise controversial comment just to watch the others swarm in and react to it. Think about it, this happens on just about every news post from every news organization on every social media networking site. This kind of aggressive communication is most definitely a weakness in this medium of communication.
There are many decisions parents must make and a lot of them will ultimately effect their entire lives. No pressure, right? One such dilemma is that of Santa Claus. More specifically, whether to tell your kids Santa isn’t real or not. To me, I personally think there is nothing wrong with letting my son believe in Santa Claus. Why not? It lets him believe in magic and use his imagination. Let the kid be a kid right? Even experts say it’s ok.
I’ve heard the argument that it is a heart breaking moment to realize Santa isn’t real and your parents have been lying to you your entire life. Not so, at least for me. I remember when I found out, it was a slip of the tongue from an aunt when I was about 7. I didn’t feel like I had been betrayed by my parents. I felt ashamed that I still believed when apparently I was supposed to be old enough to know better, but not betrayed. Would I trade those years of waking up my parents at 5 am on Christmas morning to bound into the living room and see when Santa left under the tree? Not for anything.
It seems like I’ve survived multiple apocalypses, well predicted ones anyway. Every so many years there is some new theory as to when the world is going to cease to exists. Y2K may as well have be clumped into this category too. The Mayan calendar and the last recorded day of 12-21-12, because if we can trust anyone it’s the Mayan’s, right? I was pregnant during that day, and let me tell you something. No matter how much I rationally new that the world would not end on December 12 of that year, I couldn’t help but think about my kid in a post apocalyptic type setting…ridiculous I know. Pregnancy hormones, what can I say?
I remember staying up late with my mom once watching TBN because it was supposed to be the end of the world, but I think that was a little apocalypse because not many people were talking about it. It wasn’t on Oprah and John Cusack didn’t star in a movie about it.
When are people going to learn to stop focusing on the end and focus on the now? We live in a crack pot world and it is getting worse by the day. Focus your energy on improving it. If the world ends it will probably be from self imploding.
I’ll tell you want did come to an end on 12-21-12 though, my milk. No really, you can’t make this stuff up.
Black Friday is a scary day of the year, for some it is the scariest. People crowd the stores and trample each other for the one item on their gift list they just can’t live without. It seems like people lose their humanity over silly things. People fight and actually hurt each other over toys and electronics to save a few hundred dollars.
I steer clear of Walmart and all other major stores. I did, however, venture to Belk this year after my Thanksgiving dinner for a nice pair of boots. I also went to Petsmart for a really good deal on kitty litter. You can never have too much kitty litter. Belk was kind of crazy, I went alone though so I was able to zip through the store fairly quickly. I took my son with me to Petsmart though. I think the total customer count was 50 out front when the store opened.
Every year about this time I start to get many requests for crocheted items. I make hats, scarves, blankets, stockings, wash rags, you name it. It is so much fun to look at all the pretty colors a patterns. When the weather is cold I snuggle up my house and work on my crochet projects. This is especially nice when I’m making a big ol’ blanket that I can lay over my lap as I work. Crocheting is one of my favorite things to do, especially in the winter. It is also one of the most rewarding. Nothing better than deciding I want a hat and just making it.