Happy Chinese New Year

It's the year of the rabbit, and about the time that I actually start trying to do my New Year's Resolutions. I have been okay about exercising lately, although not that great at eating healthy(there are currently 4 peanut butter cookies in my backpack for a library snack...don't ask if I have already eaten several), and my other goals are either non-existent or should be since I am not working at them.
I actually really like Chinese New Year, even though I am not Chinese, nor have I ever really taken the time to celebrate it. It reminds me of a childhood friend of mine named Linda (name change) who would always bring these really yummy white rabbit candies to school and share them with me. Linda would also get a bunch of little red envelopes from her family members with money in them. I was always slightly jealous of those little red envelopes, and I could definitely use a couple of those sent to me right now. Anyhow, one of these days I will have my own little celebration of Chinese New Year and everybody can bring me a little red envelope filled with cash, and we can dance in the street and launch firecrackers in the backyard. But this year, I will just have to live with reevaluating my New Year Goals, make a few more, and actually work towards accomplishing them.
To conclude, a quote my Physics teacher shared with the class from our prophet Thomas Monson:


"Success is contingent upon our effective use of the time given us. When we cease peering backwards into the mists of our past and craning forward into the fog that shrouds the future and simply concentrate upon doing what lies clearly at hand, then we are making the best and happiest use of our time. Success is the ratio of your accomplishments to your capabilities."


Gung Hay Fat Choy!


Miss M

The Subject of Every Girl's Infatuation

Boys. Boys. Boys.
What more is there to say? All you need to add is an eye roll and the girl next to you on the bus understands exactly what you mean. At what point do they stop having cooties? Maybe it started happening in second grade or so, when the boy at the top of the slide pushed you down and you suddenly realized that you didn’t spontaneously combust at his touch. Or maybe it happened later, at lunch when he offered to share his chocolate pudding with you, and you let him. Either way, all of us broke down at some point and decided to let them in to our lives.
When we start getting older there is some mythical defining moment in which the boy becomes a man. But us girls know the secret: they never really grow up. And maybe, just maybe this is why we love them, because without them we would have no one to grow old with, no shoulder to cry on, and no threat of spontaneous combustion with one touch. The hard part is finding that one boy who makes you melt, and some of us will spend our whole lives searching for true love, while others will marry someone they knew since diapers. So we go through this tiresome, sometimes embarrassing, occasionally fun process of dating, testing out what we like, and what we don’t. It ends up being a lot like trying flavors in an ice cream parlor. Even though you may only get a sample spoonful, you know right then and there whether you like it or not. Some boys are like pistachio ice cream, it looks weird, even though it might taste good we never think to try it because, well, face it: it’s green. Others are like banana splits: they are every girl's fantasy, but maybe they end up being a little overrated or just too much. We try out all these flavors, and then it happens! We find the exact right one, the flavor that fits. The process of tasting and testing is over, and though we might end up with a lot of sample spoons in our hand, it’s all worth it for this one magical flavor.
True. This may be a very romantic notion. And I am a self-proclaimed romantic...stuffed full of Jane Austen and Charlotte Bronte, and raised on Chick Flicks. But I would like to believe in the concept of love, and heck who doesn't want to believe it?

Anyway, it's been two blog posts in one day...which hopefully isn't too much for you dear readers. However, I did cheat a little bit and wrote this quite a while ago. This will be my first installment of several on love, relationships, and all the other gooeyness that makes up Valentine's Day.

Hugs and Kisses to all!

Miss M