Kids looking up to you
This week was crazy. I feel like I finally have a little freedom. Something to do and enjoy after work. Just relax, kick back. Do my own thing. But, when you have a little 11 year old sister, all she does is literally attach her self to me. I always scream at her and say: “what you want. What you want!” I love the little munchkin. She is the most adorable thing on earth. She drives me crazy, she drives me out of my mind at times. But screaming at her relieves so much stress. The problem with having a sister that young is her mentality is not. She replies back. She screams at me. When she gets mad she will smack me down and want to kill me. I laugh, after I cry of course from the pain. My sister is a sporty freak. She got legs and muscles of steal. I am hoping she will end up being super sporty and joining teams. She got so much fire and energy in her that needs to be lit out.
I love her to death! But why do I? Well why wouldn’t I! She looks 99% like me. She always sticks to me and talks to me and wants me to hear all the stories. If I cough a lot and look like I am choking she will start crying and saying.. “oh no don’t die! You are my only sister!!” When she says that I friggen stop coughing from shock! lol
Not only that, I don’t listen to music of watch TV much. I barely had time this year. But she seems to know it all. I know all the news, about everything in the TV and music world from her. I don’t have to search or bother. I will ask her! Makes my life easier!
In conclusion, I love the little kid. Not only cause she is my sister, but for her being such a cutie little person!
Something is weird in the blog world that maybe people out there who don’t blog may not know. Has any blogger felt like someone so close to them is reading what they are writing and actually seeing them in a different eye? For example, someone you know doesn’t know anything about your blog, or maybe does, but showed little interest in reading it. So you blog away not caring because in reality, why would you care what anyone in the world thinks of your writing? Then suddenly, one day, out of no where, that person seem to know more about you and more about your thoughts. You sit there and wonder and tell your self, “do I have to change my writing tone, slow down a bit, and change the way I present my deep thoughts to the world?” Is that worth the effort to change?
Sometimes I feel so lost in my own world. I am just unusually happy sometimes, and other times I am very depressed. Right now I don’t know why I am writing. I don’t know what to really talk about. I had this unusual recollection of the past that it is hurting me from the inside. I keep looking back at my life and I fully regret it. I am having real hard time adjusting or even changing. I want to, but I don’t know how. I lived my life setting one path. No other direction ever crossed my mind. When one path failed, the direction has been skewed to the unknown. I feel lost in my own world.