Wednesday, November 9, 2011
I hate people. I need to stop hating people. I need to start loving people. There's a quote from the book I'm reading, it's called The Glass Castle, by Jeanette Walls. A very good read.
"She added that you should never hate anyone, even your enemies. 'Everyone has something good about them, she said. You have to find the redeeming quality and love the person for that.'
'Oh yeah?' I said, 'What about Hitler? What was his redeeming quality?'
'Hitler loved dogs," Mom said without hesitation."
Monday, November 7, 2011
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
November is certainly my favorite month out of the entire year.
1. It's sneaky
November is one of those months that just kind of sneaks up on you. One moment, you're laying in the hot July sun, taking in its sweet rays. The next, you're running around various stores trying to find a cozy winter coat because, well look, it's already November.
2. The first snow
Oh, how giddy I become when I wake up on a cold November morning and snow is falling from the black sky. My hair becomes crystallized with snowflakes and my eyes sparkle at the first sight of a very promising beginning to a beautiful season.
I love food. Seriously, you don't understand. Thanksgiving dinner is my favorite, because that is the one day I can gorge myself with all the mashed potatoes and green bean casserole that I want without having to worry about people staring. Not only that, but I love getting together with my Grandma and Papa, my cousins that I don't see hardly at all during the school year, and my aunt and my uncle and enjoying time together that is really becoming more and more difficult to grasp.
4. It's mah BIRTHDAY month
I'm not the biggest happiest kid on my birthday like a lot of people, but I do still feel slightly more special than usual. And I'm okay with that. Mostly, I just like that the first month I lived through was November. When I was a little itty bitty infant, and my eyes were first seeing the outside world, I saw November leaves before I saw spring flowers. I felt a snowflake before my mom took me swimming. I can't remember it, but I sure can feel it. November feels magical to me.