"I'm Beautiful"

"I'm special... I'm beautiful.... I'm special..."

A Dingleberry lol

"...he comes back up to tell me the only thing he would find funny is if a mountain goat scratched its own butt with its horn, and pulled out a dingleberry." -via www.lilmommareader.blogspot.com

Reading

I am now in the middle of the second book my sister referred called, The Fault in Our Stars by John Green. I am loving it thus far. Its a story about a girl who has cancer. She has a sarcastic & sassy tone when she talks about being more than just a girl with cancer and joking about how that's pretty much the only thing she is referred to as. She dates this guy who also had cancer and because of it he has to drive with his left leg so he speeds and skids out all over the road which makes the story utterly hilarious with those little touches of bliss. Furthermore, you really feel like you're a fly on the wall with the way the novel is written. I'm excited about reading the rest of it! I talked to my sister about it and she was like, "You're not going to believe what happens at the end its so unexpected." So now I am looking forward to seeing what the rest of the story will tell. Plus I've already jotted down several quotations and that's always the best when books have good quotations. : )

Suzie

"Underwater Montage"

Read So Hard

Lull

I wake up to the quiet sound of rain pit pattering on the rooftop and turn on my computer to do one of my very favorite things... write. There is a deep gratitude in my heart for having the opportunity to do something I love so much, but somewhere inside I know the thankfulness is stemming from somewhere much more profound. I feel the dampness of my undershirt from my sweat and I wonder if it shows on the color. I go to change it so I can stay warm and dry, but when I reach for my other one I fall off my bed. This helps me to laugh at myself when laughter seems somewhat distant.
This morning I feel stronger than  yesterday, remembering how I felt as I continued silently mourning a friend who recently passed away in his sleep. All the way to work I contemplated how I'd get through the day without breaking down into tears but somehow I managed. As soon as I set foot in the classroom, he was the first one I saw. The little boy who is almost a spitting image of my friend came to talk to me briefly about his back pack, but in my heart I knew he was drawn to me to comfort that part of pain in my soul. My eyes smiled and as the smile transferred to my lips I memorized his return smile to store in my memory bank forever.
I remember where we are in my Dad's story and I understand its only the beginning. When he arrived in America, he was given new life, a fresh start. He went to language school to study and learn how to communicate effectively with others while he experienced tremendous growth in various ways. His family remained in the place they called home while he embarked on a new adventure to follow his dreams. It was a time of immense freedom for him, but freedom does not usually come for free. Freedom comes from some sort of dissolution of old, bearing new life.
Suzie Sateri

Thirds