This week has been cuckoo as I prepare to deal with my charges not being in school, which means that I have literally been shutting down all activity and have been reading and playing Sims and drinking and practicing piano and singing and doing all the good quiet things that are good for my soul.
Which means that I skipped a lot of things this week including writing to you guys, so this weekend I would like to leave you with this:
Be good to yourself, be good to others, and above all just be kind.
Have a good weekend! Keep moving forward.
Heyo, I forgot to post yesterday! Here we are!
Percy is back!
I love myself some sarcastic and heroic Percy Jackson sass.
Percy, like Jason in the first book, wakes up in the wrong place and doesn’t remember who he is. The only thing he remembers is Annabeth. He loves her and has to get back to her.
(Insert girlish squeaks of romantical joy.)
Enter Hazel and Frank, two centurions from a mysterious town of Roman demigods. It’s like Camp Half-blood, but you can grow up there and live a life into adulthood, go to university, raise a family, and Percy is thinking this is a great plan even though he knows he isn’t meant to be there.
A Prophecy of Seven was made about seven demi-gods having to stop Gaea from rising. Her giant sons were just the start of their troubles.
I really liked this one, not just because I got to see Percy again, but because for some reason, I really like Frank. He’s a giant Chinese baby-faced kid who is clumsy and a bit of an oaf and says the wrong things and acts the wrong way and then he just blows up and becomes a badass.
He reminds me of Neville Longbottom.
Great second addition to this series.
I am having major body image issues this week.
Mostly because I can’t stop eating. And crying. And eating because I’m crying. And crying because I’m eating.
Let’s put this in perspective though: People gotta eat. And ladies get PMS, and sometimes that PMS makes us batshit. *shrug*
I’m just eating the bad stuff. ALL the bad stuff. And it’s delicious, but I feel like poo. I’m trying to recognize that this all makes me feel like garbage so that I stop. But part of me is like “Quite frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn.” And then I’m a bitch to myself and glare at my body in the mirror while thinking mean thoughts.
I can say things like “Well, no more! I am wonderful! And I’m hot! And I’m beautiful no matter what!” But I don’t believe myself this week and that’s because my inside feels like garbage and the outside is starting to reflect that.
So what I’m proposing is that I hold myself accountable for my actions (mainly the action of continually buying Sour Cream and Bacon chips every five minutes) and have you guys hold me accountable as well.
I am going to make a more active effort.
And I’ll be marking my progress here and Instagram likely.
I’ll talk more next week about this, ideas are still circling.
But for now, keep moving forward and if you are like me, stop believing the bad stuff, start eating the good stuff, and put down the chips, man.
That dog is my spirit animal.
I think I’m Captain Hook.
I was very excited to finally reach this book on my shelf, it has been a long time coming. But then something happened where, as a self-proclaimed child and fancifier of ridiculousness, I’m embarrassed to admit:
I’m an adult.
And I found Peter to be a bit of a dick.
I realize that life as a kid means that you are constantly distracted, things are fleeting, and people come in and out of your life all the time. You are innocent, naïve, and lack people skills most of the time.
But Peter treated people like they are disposable and didn’t matter. All he wanted to do was to play games, didn’t matter who he was playing with or that peoples lives could be in danger. It was to show the carelessness of youth.
I wanted to punch Peter by the end of the book and I sympathized with Captain Hook and his wanting to exact revenge on the juvenile delinquent who cut off his hand and thought it was funny.
Peter seems to be a bit of a psychopath.
Maybe I’m reading a bit too much into it. Or I’m a little sensitive to the underdog.
That would be 100% true since my favourite characters have always been Mr. Darling and Mrs. Darling, and Nana.
The three caretakers left behind to wait and worry.
Most people think Mr. Darling was a bit of a dick too and that Peter is a hero, but I think the hero is the person who works his ass off for his family in spite of having an obvious anxiety disorder and social awkwardness. And Mrs. Darling, for always putting her family first and never giving up on the hope that they would come back to her. Nana, who always worried and took care of her charges even when they treated her like a dumb dog.
I’m empathic by nature, so I felt all the worry, the wonder, the sadness, and the delight of this book. Even as a kid I remember not liking the cartoon Peter Pan because he seemed like a puffed up little twerp in need of a mother of a backhand.
However, I do enjoy his good qualities: Childlike wonder, seeing magic in every day events, and being downright playful in the face of danger.
It was the greatest day ever when I met the “real life” Peter Pan at Disney and we had a good talk and goofing around with my sisters.
But no wonder the kid thought I was a pirate. Because I empathize with the Captain.
Happy Friday little birds!
As you can see, no videos. I think I’m going to give up on the attempt for now. My computer has decided it doesn’t want to make them and has declared I have no camera attached. (Lies.) And I keep deleting what’s on my phone.
I am not tech savvy. Haha.
Anywho! After yesterdays sad news I thought I would end the week on a high note which means I’ll be doing two of my favourite things:
Making a list and reading.
I found a doohickey on Pinterest that sounds like a great challenge and I thought it would be fun if y’all joined me!
Here it is! Click to view.
Happy Friday and I hope you are having as much fun this weekend as Miles Teller does ever. This is my favourite GIF of all time.