"Green is the prime color of the world, and that from which its loveliness arises." -Pedro Calderon de la Barca
Today for my very very random blog (just look in the blog description) I will talk about the color green. This color can bring up very interesting conversation. When I'm with my friends, we would all gasp and say how much we LOVE that color. Boring adults would jazz up the night in a debate about global warming and their new "globally green" car. I'm sure walruses and fish have some things to say about the color green, too, but I don't communicate with them often.
On a picture my best friend drew for me, she wrote "The grass is always greener where the people you love stand." And I know that she probably got that from some old British book (she is totally not deep enough to pull that out of her mind) but it is a great quote about family/friends and the color green.
Now, you are probably wondering why I am talking about this random topic. Well, I could lie and say that I was attacked by psychotic ailens and am in serious-care in the hospital, suffering from brain damage. But really, the truth is that my step-mom said to me "Hey, C, why dont you write in your blog. Write all about the color green."so I did.
Go Green!
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Sunday, February 21, 2010
my girl scout project
The purpose of life is not to be happy - but to matter, to be productive, to be useful, to have it make some difference that you have lived at all. ~Leo Rosten
For my Girl Scout Bronze Award (a "helping others" project that you do as a Junior G.S.), I chose to do a book drive to raise children's books for a local low-income school. I would love any of your ideas as to how I can market this project. Please email me your ideas at thesummerscoop@yahoo.com as this is part of my brainstorming resource.
Any ideas that you have that will benefit my marketing plan (where to market it, how to market it, who to do it for) would be greatly appreciated. I am looking for a low-income school in the Milwaukee area and any ideas as to how to raise books/money.
To the Girl Scouts of troop 5726, you gan go tro the G.S. website and reply to the "Caroline's Bronze Award Project" discussion.
To my family and friends, I would love any donations (money or books) that you can save or collect for me (I'll give you more details later about when/how to get them to me). Thanks for your help!
For my Girl Scout Bronze Award (a "helping others" project that you do as a Junior G.S.), I chose to do a book drive to raise children's books for a local low-income school. I would love any of your ideas as to how I can market this project. Please email me your ideas at thesummerscoop@yahoo.com as this is part of my brainstorming resource.
Any ideas that you have that will benefit my marketing plan (where to market it, how to market it, who to do it for) would be greatly appreciated. I am looking for a low-income school in the Milwaukee area and any ideas as to how to raise books/money.
To the Girl Scouts of troop 5726, you gan go tro the G.S. website and reply to the "Caroline's Bronze Award Project" discussion.
To my family and friends, I would love any donations (money or books) that you can save or collect for me (I'll give you more details later about when/how to get them to me). Thanks for your help!
Saturday, February 20, 2010
my nutty family
Families are like fudge - mostly sweet with a few nuts. ~Author UnknownLately I've been thinking about my family. And you've got it, Author Unknown, my family is nuts. But, so am I, so who cares? I love my family more than life itself, and life is pretty awesome. Because, family will love you no matter what. Family will stay home from work to care for you when you're home sick. How sweet is that?!
I'm telling you now, I have a lot of family. Four parents worth, to put it in perspective. Some live five minutes away, and some live across the country, but family is family, and I love them.
The family. We were a strange little band of characters trudging through life sharing diseases and toothpaste, coveting one another's desserts, hiding shampoo, borrowing money, locking each other out of our rooms, inflicting pain and kissing to heal it in the same instant, loving, laughing, defending, and trying to figure out the common thread that bound us all together. ~Erma Bombeck
You got it, Erma. Family is the only thing that will make you wonder, "How am I related to these people?!". They will make you laugh even without saying anything, make you love them even when they made you mad, and will share their cupcake with you, even when they bought it. Man, they're awesome.
I remember too many times to count that my family made me proud to have them. There's that one time when we surprised Steffi when she came home from the State Tennis Tournament. Or the time when Annie, Steffi, and I got tangled up in a hammock. Or the time when we were sledding at my cousin's house and Grant said "Oh, sure. It's safe." and I tumbled in a somersault all the way down the hill. Or that time when we were up north and practically blew up the cabin with a bombardment of tipped over fireworks. Oh, yeah. Good times.
Friday, February 5, 2010
i luv my friends
"A friend is one who knows everything about you, but loves you anyway." - Fr. Jerome Cummings
Making friends and keeping them. Loving and caring for them. Making a total fool of yourself, for them. These are all things I do very well. I show that I luv my friends by the what I do for them.
One of my friends, Kayla, had a birthday 3 days ago. In the morning, everyone in the 6th grade was taking off their coats and getting ready for the morning. I brought her a big fruity candy cane, some chocolates, and a huge hug. I had everyone in 6th grade sing "Happy Birthday" to her, and I conducted the Best Friends hallway birthday ceremony.
Way back in Fall, another one of my friends, Laura, had her birthday. I planned on bringing her a Twinkie with colored toothpicks smushed in the top for her "cake" and all of my friends (which is a lot) would sing to her. It turned out that we were out of Twinkies, so I made do with circular fruit snacks (of various colors), a blue post-it note, and the same colored toothpicks. I made a fruit snack birthday cake, and all of my friends sang to her. Then she "cut" the cake and we each got two fruit snacks. We sat on the bottom of the hill at recess time and danced, making complete fools of ourselves, but not caring.
It means a lot to a friend when something is done for them, even if it is just a bunch of fruit snacks on a post-it note. I know, for a fact, that simple things are just as special as the big ones to them (except, maybe, risking your life. That's a little bit more important.)
Luv your friends, and they'll luv you.
Making friends and keeping them. Loving and caring for them. Making a total fool of yourself, for them. These are all things I do very well. I show that I luv my friends by the what I do for them.
One of my friends, Kayla, had a birthday 3 days ago. In the morning, everyone in the 6th grade was taking off their coats and getting ready for the morning. I brought her a big fruity candy cane, some chocolates, and a huge hug. I had everyone in 6th grade sing "Happy Birthday" to her, and I conducted the Best Friends hallway birthday ceremony.
Way back in Fall, another one of my friends, Laura, had her birthday. I planned on bringing her a Twinkie with colored toothpicks smushed in the top for her "cake" and all of my friends (which is a lot) would sing to her. It turned out that we were out of Twinkies, so I made do with circular fruit snacks (of various colors), a blue post-it note, and the same colored toothpicks. I made a fruit snack birthday cake, and all of my friends sang to her. Then she "cut" the cake and we each got two fruit snacks. We sat on the bottom of the hill at recess time and danced, making complete fools of ourselves, but not caring.
It means a lot to a friend when something is done for them, even if it is just a bunch of fruit snacks on a post-it note. I know, for a fact, that simple things are just as special as the big ones to them (except, maybe, risking your life. That's a little bit more important.)
Luv your friends, and they'll luv you.
Thursday, February 4, 2010
playing "small"
There is no passion to be found in playing small - in settling for a life that is less than the one you are capable of living. -Nelson Mandela
Playing "small", living life to the fullest, expressing yourself. What does it mean? Why do we settle for something, just to be praised? Why don't we be a stand for what we want?
Three years ago, I was eligible to participate in a contest to be published into a book. I had always had a passion for writing, so I wrote an outstanding poem and made it all the way to Whitewater, where they do the judging. I never made it into the book. The next two years started and ended with the same results.
This year, 2010, I worked harder than I had ever worked. At least 20 different people edited my fictional story, and on the announcements one morning my name was announced. My whole class erupted in applause, as I asked the person sitting in front of me what had happened. See, I don't usually listen to my Principal ramble on and on about dumb bunny things, so I hadn't a clue. It turns out, I was published! Finally! My lifelong dream was to be published and here I was, Miss 11 and 2/3rds -year-old Author.
I mean, I could have given up in 3rd grade, when I "failed". But, some of my favorite people in life (Mr. Kossow, my T.A.G. teacher, my parents, my siblings, and my best friend , Laura) knew that I didn't fail. They didn't let me give up. They didn't let me play "small" when they, and I, knew I had so much more to offer.
Playing "small", living life to the fullest, expressing yourself. What does it mean? Why do we settle for something, just to be praised? Why don't we be a stand for what we want?
Three years ago, I was eligible to participate in a contest to be published into a book. I had always had a passion for writing, so I wrote an outstanding poem and made it all the way to Whitewater, where they do the judging. I never made it into the book. The next two years started and ended with the same results.
This year, 2010, I worked harder than I had ever worked. At least 20 different people edited my fictional story, and on the announcements one morning my name was announced. My whole class erupted in applause, as I asked the person sitting in front of me what had happened. See, I don't usually listen to my Principal ramble on and on about dumb bunny things, so I hadn't a clue. It turns out, I was published! Finally! My lifelong dream was to be published and here I was, Miss 11 and 2/3rds -year-old Author.
I mean, I could have given up in 3rd grade, when I "failed". But, some of my favorite people in life (Mr. Kossow, my T.A.G. teacher, my parents, my siblings, and my best friend , Laura) knew that I didn't fail. They didn't let me give up. They didn't let me play "small" when they, and I, knew I had so much more to offer.
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