Hey RAN

I am of the female gender. In case you haven't noticed. I care about what I wear...usually. There is the occassional fashion mishap. For example, my basketball pajama pants. Most likely, the ugliest things in the world. I wear em all the time. But I am partial to getting new clothes and...wearing them and...having people notice. I am, after all, a girl. Well, my three-year-old sister is the same way. When she gets new clothing, (which happens to be all the time, as spoiled as she is) she likes to stand in front of a person until this person notices, comments in a high pitched voice and smiles. I forgot what it's like to be three.

So, Shaylynn (the three year old sister of mine), gets a new dress, and she loves it. I'm on the computer. I could care less. She runs up to me.



Shaylynn: "Hey Ran." (She calls me "Ran". She can say "Brianna" but "Ran" just seems to be SO much more fun)
Me: (not even looking) "Hey Shaylynn."



Shaylynn: "Hey. Uncle Raaaaansey." (Now, I am not her uncle. I am not even a man. It just so happens that humor comes in all shapes and sizes for children. Calling someone who is obviously not their uncle, their uncle, is just hilarious.)
Me: (still not looking) "Hey. Shaaaaaay."



Shaylynn: "Hey RAN."
Me: (looks) "What?" (all of the following in a high pitched voice) "Oh, hey Shaylynn! Nice dress! You look soooo pretty!"
Shaylynn: "Thanks Ran." (runs away)

I guess what I'm trying to say is that we were all children at one time. Just humor them.

It's Coming..

Valentine's Day is coming up...and while other people are writing about the fabrication of this holiday to bring in dollars, deneros, green, notes, cabbage, cash, coin, dough, whatever you want to call it - that's what Valentine's day was apparently made for. I happen to disagree. I enjoy the sentiments of Valentine's Day. The chocolates, the flowers, the gigantic stuffed animals, the jewelry and all the heart shaped boxes that they come in.



I find that Valentine's Day is, in fact, romantic, although other people might not feel the same way. I think that Valentine's Day can be used as something other than a way to show love to your "significant other" though. It can be used to show love to a friend, to a parent or child, to a sibling, to someone you don't even know. Love can be shown in a variety of ways. You can show love by giving someone gifts, by giving them a hug, by baking them cookies or cleaning their apartment, by sitting by their bed while they recover from getting their wisdom teeth out (guess what I'm doing for Valentine's Day?!) or just by simply telling them you love them.

But, love shouldn't be saved for Valentine's Day only. Show everyone you see love even in the littlest ways. Pay for the person behind you in the drive thru (unless you turn around and see that they have a giant white van with 200 kids in it), holding the door for the next 500 people behind you (has that ever happened to you too?) or flash someone a smile. It's truly one of the easiest things to do.

Cheap Entertainment

If you are surrounded by children and in desperate need of cheap entertainment, all you need is a few moments to, instead of turning on a TV, just sit and listen to them. Because children, through every temper tantrum and stupid mess they make, are simply hilarious.



And I’m not talking about the times they make funny faces. That’s funny, too, but more predictably so.



And I’m not talking about the moments they try to steal your birthday cake and blow out your candles. That can be funny, but in a more overt way.



I'm talking about the moments when they're sitting in church, playing with Lego's calmly and politely. And then. Out of nowhere. All. Of. The. Sudden. They yell, "BAKUGAN BATTLE BRAWLERS!"

Yes, I do have the funniest siblings in the world. Thank you for asking.

Shrimp and Old People

Have you ever thought that maybe crazy old people are more fun than your actually friends? It's true. Tonight, I made 3 new friends. They were probably at least 500 years older than me but they were the easiest people to talk to in the world.
This one lady, Kristal, just loved my dog. She told me about her brother in Ontario who had a husky but had to put it down. Then we talked about the Bourne Ultimatum. Dennis used to be in the army and he seemed pretty solemn and untalkative (don't know if that's a word) but as soon I offered to let him hold Emma, he was all smiles and telling me about how he used to have dogs on the farm. All of the sudden, he was telling me about how his wife left him long ago, with their two sons, and now he doesn't know where they are, and I found myself sharing his pain. It's amazing how a dog can open up a conversation.



Sharon told me about what was actually happening in the Bourne Ultimatum, although I wouldn't trust her judgment. She had an imaginary friend. Or enemy. They could've been friends, but from what I heard of that conversation, they were most definitely in a fight. That didn't freak me out at all. I do it all the time, just in my head instead of out loud like her. I wish I was that brave.
When I left the house tonight, I was not thinking "I'm going to make friends with old people tonight." In fact, I was thinking "I wonder if there will be shrimp there." (Yes, food is always on my mind.) I treated those people with respect because to be respected, you must treat others with respect. It doesn't matter what psychological illness they may have, they're still people. And they were quite interesting, if I do say so myself.

P.S. There was shrimp there.

Third Times the Charm

2 other blogs have been the unfortunate guinea pigs of mine in the past, and I the mad scientist. Unsuccessfully, I faced my fear of the world of technology and this will be my third try, but as the saying goes..."third times the charm"...hopefully. I may have made this apparent, or maybe you gave me the benefit of the doubt, but I am not the most suave person in the world when it comes to the computer. Or cell phones. Or cameras. Or zippers on winter jackets, for that matter. I have a tendency to shy away from things of the technological world, other than Facebook and the occassional email checking, but this, I would not let my mother do for me, although she did help me set up the layout... Okay, so I let her do it for me. But I'm the one writing! I'm not entirely sure what I'm supposed to write on here, I've never been able to actually commit to something. I have no idea how many diaries I've started and then gotten bored of. I'd rather not tell you about what I've done today, because it wasn't extrodinarily intriguing. I woke up and realized my puppy of 7 weeks had finally slept through the night, made grilled cheese for breakfast (yes, for breakfast), took a nap (another unsuccessful endeavor), watched The Little Mermaid with my little sister, who called Ursala a weiner, and then I decided to start a blog. Hunger calls from the depths of my stomach though, and as much as I would love to continue this entry (??), I must get something to eat.

P.S. Those question marks indicate that I'm not sure what to call this...collection of verbs, nouns, adjectives, adverbs, subjects and predicates.

P.P.S. WE HAVE NO DELICIOUS FOOD.