im an aunt cubed!

The 26th of November is the day my niece Olivia was born! I now have 2 nieces and a nephew, I feel so old. But she was 6 weeks early, she weighed a lot, 5 pounds and 4 ounces, 18 and quarter inches long. She is soo very cute. I am so happy and proud. But I just wanted to tell everyone that. :)

the enticing four letter word in which we all strive to give or feel; Love

Love.
Its a very beautiful and delicate thing. Everyone wants to feel loved.
I think you need love to express or feel any other emotion.
Love comes in many different forms. Such as the tender smiles exchanged between a mother and her child, or the passionate embrace of a young couple crazy in love. Love is so inspirational.
Someone will be so in love that all they want to do is make that special person in their life happy.
Love may be a simple four letter word that has an equal amount of consonants and vowels. But it is a word with so much depth and meaning.
Love is the strongest, most spreadable force accessable to mankind. Hate doesn't stand a chance against love.

Have you ever been with someone and it feels as if you are the only two people on the planet? Nothing else matters, as long as you have each other. You look into their eyes and you see yourself, you are so connected and insync that you can see parts of yourself in them.
Once you have love you will do everything in your power to keep it. Losing love is like losing a little bit of yourself.
Love isn't only for people who are in a relationship.
Love can be a simple "hello"
An act of love could save someone's life, you could show a person love and it could mean the world to them.
But I could sit here all day and talk about my feelings and thoughts toward love. I won't. I just know that I'm loved, and I try to love everyone that I come in contact with.


MADDI

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After you type a word so many times it no longer looks right to your eyes. I almost doesn't seem like a word anymore.

This blog is lacking depth.

-Can you find where I wrote blob?

MADDI

life is beautiful.

I noticed that I said blogosphere in my last blog, that was ultra NERDy of me. I like it. I have spent all day thinking. I wish I had the energy to write about some of the things in which I have spent this beautiful Sunday thinking of. But I do not. I am so very, very tired. I slept at my sisters house last night, I never fell asleep. I noticed she had very dry heat at her apartment, it was so much different from the heat at my house, made it impossible to sleep.

I want to sleep.
Goodnight.


MADDI

America's Mall fails me no more!

This weekend me and lovely parents drove up to the cities to spend some quality bonding time at the mall o' America with my siblings. Well, as you can imagine it was incredibly packed because for 1. It was a saturday and 2. A new store that produces mass amounts of overpriced dolls for little girls that don't know any better was having their "Grand Opening!" bleh. My boyfriend goes to the U of M and he also humored me and came along for this joyful experience. I think we were there for a span of about 10 minutes before begging my parents to let my and boyfriend and his friends and myself leave. I tried many different things, I even claimed that I have agoraphobia. (I am sure that isn't how you spell that) finally my parents allowed us to jet off to a place less frantic with little girls and their parents. But before saying our goodbyes my mum made a point of making me feel completely awful by going on a rant about how "it was my idea to go there in the first place" never would I suggest to go to America mall on a weekend! But that is where I finish this "letter" to the blogosphere.

MADDI

Blackbird singing in the dead of night.

I have a confession.
I love The Beatles.

Yeah.

I really don't enjoy blogging when there are a lot of things on my mind, one slip of my emotions and thoughts and I will be word vomitting on this page.

I find myself unknowingly saying vulgar phrases. quite a bit. no good.

I have this thing that I do, it's sucking at school. I have noticed that homewrod is really what kills me. I learn everything, when I take tests it shows that I am learning everything just fine. I have this terrible outlook on homework, I think it's a waste of time, its really not. Letter grade wise it's very important. But I think doing homework doesn't help me remember and learn things. I see people cheat in order to get a good letter grade? That is a waste of time, I mean great you receive a decent grade on the assignment (assuming the person you cheated off of knew what they were doing), but did you really learn anything from that? No. I would rather accept a bad grade then take someone else's work and call it my own. But that is that. WORD VOMIT.

I find myself overthinking things. Why?

But I am going to stop. BLOG DONE.

MADDI

Boring. Long. Ordinary. GRADED=my blog.

That was a pretty angsty title eh?

Anywho. Blog in progress.

I would like to start out by saying OBAMA 08 BABY!!!

The one thing about this second quarter of school is the teachers have this evil plan that pretty much Guarantees a big freaking FAIL stamped right in my brain. I feel like in a majority of my classes they have either assigned large assignments or projects. Blah.

Its funny how some soaps or body washes mostly are not real smells. I have noticed that with mens body washes or deodorants, they are scents like lustful forest. Or something crazy like that. I mean that isn't even a real smell. You can't ever really identify the smell, like pin it to a real thing such as fruit or,,,chocolate. Anyone notice that?

By the way scattergories is an awesome game. Play it some time!

MADDI

while you eat, may i suggest buying a pumpkin scented candle!

So.
I am in Sioux Falls, SD, in a cracker barrel. (the restaurant, not an actual cracker barrel) but I have never been to one before and it is absolutely DELICIOUS! I am blogging on my phone so this is going to be short because it really is not the greatest typing all of this on a phone. I think it is crazy that there is a gift shop in the middle of this restaurant! I think I will end with that, so keep that in your thoughts, let it creep into your dreams!
MADDI

Innocent faces looking up at me, in absolute wonder.

I have been thinking about why I like children. I don't want to sound like a weirdo but I do really love kids. The thing I love the most is their innocence. They are still at a point in their life where don't laugh at the word "balls" or along the lines of that whole concept. Sorry if that was inappropriate, but I don't know how else to get my point across. Have you ever just watched kids play? I think it is the most beautiful thing a person could observe. Everything makes so much sense but yet really none at all, but it doesn't matter if it makes sense to us; all that matters is that they understand what they are doing, which i know they do.

I always wish I could go back in time and watch myself play as a child. Kind of take a peak into the mind of "Maddi" at a young age. Sometimes I believe youth is really just a state of mind. You could have that youthful innocence your whole life, if you let yourself stay uncorrupted and pure of heart and mind. I have come to terms with the fact that that is completely and utterly impossible in this day and age. In a world of corruption you can't help but be exposed to the worldly sins, they are everywhere. If the world was run by children there would be no war, there would be no corruption, it would be beautiful...but we can't stay young forever. Sadly.

One more thing about children; listen to them. Every single word they say to you is not only beneficial to not only you, but to THEM, kids really want to be grown up, it means the world to them when a grown adult listens and inderstands what they are saying. So take that into consideration.

Thanks for reading. :)

MADDI

The sweet aroma of vanilla hand cream.

Hello
I have been very boring the past weeks. I honestly have nothing exciting to talk about, no witty comments, no philospohical theories. Just Bleh. I think I may be having a mid-life crisis, even though this is not what i call my "mid-life" at least I hope it's not, that would mean I am only going to live till the age 30. Yikes. But anywho there is seriously something wrong. Academically speaking especially, my grades are going to hell. (excuse my language) ahh. anywho.

The funniest thing about this whole blog is that I am at my mum's work (anytime fitness) typing it on her computer. But I just thought of something I could talk about. I really enjoy listening to people tell stories. I mean it is absolutely fantastic, their facial expressions, irrelevant details. Just being able to be apart of something they experienced is great. I love to be able to hear how much they cherished and enjoyed that moment. I think when someone takes time out of their day to stop and share something with you, you should listen to every miniscule detail, no matter how irrelevant it seems to you, you should still listen. It obviously was important to them if they felt the need to share it with you.
I always feel like I am extremely strange. No one really has the same outlook on things as I do. I always wonder if their are people who think like I do, am I the one who is different or is everyone else? Sometimes I think I should tone down my "out there ness" but then again I kind of enjoy my wiggity wiggity wackiness.
But I am tired of blogging so...Farewell
MADDI

Blogging+Maddi=FAIL

Well Hi.

I would like to apologize for my lacking in the whole blog department. I cannot blog for a grade, I don't know, that is a really awful thing but it is true. I feel awkward on this blog, like my classmates and teacher are reading it. There are only a select few who know how strange I can be. I am scared that by me blogging people will find out my secret quirkiness. But I am done talking about not blogging. A lot of things have happened none that I care to share. RHYME. I am at a point of the day where my mind is empty, no thoughts. I have noticed that people really vent on their blogs, I am not sure if i want to do that. that whole, "You know what bugs me about people?" kind of thing. I really want to get philosophical and deep....but I don't know what to talk about. A long time ago I asked someone what I should blog about, they said chickens. So hey...chickens I believe really should find another purpose in life besides getting eaten. My new goal in life is to discover a hidden skill or talent that chickens posess. I know there is something more to them. BUT I think I will call it a Day.

:)

once again terribly sorry about my lack of blogs.

MADDI

Look who forgot to blog.

Gee. So it is Sunday, I forgot to blog. Typical Maddi. This is where I start pouring my heart out about how big of a screw up I am, right? Nah, another day. But I really want to save all major thoughts for my second blog.

late nights with Maddi.

I have been thinking about nightly routine, and I have realized how lame I am. My night consists of me getting home, doing homework then laying in bed listening to music and watching television at the same time. I watch fox 47 at night usually, the schedule is usually TMZ, Friends, Two and a half men, George Lopez, Family guy, Blind Date, and finally Jerry Springer. I have major problems when it comes to falling asleep. Night is when I think the most. During the day I don't have time to escape to my mind and think. So I cherish the nighttime. I think my mind is at its peak of creativity and logic at night. Which does me no good. I know we are supposed to stick with topic but...I don't know about everyone else but I was outraged when drew Carey became the host of the price is right. I MISS BOB! I crave particular situations like people crave certain foods. For instance, I right now at this moment would really love to be in an open field during the blackest of night, I imagine every star to be illuminated brighter then usual, somehow Bob Dylan is blasting. I would fall asleep, then wake up in the morning as it begins to rain. Ah....sounds like a delight right now. I am glad it is sweater weather finally! I love sweaters. But this is getting really long. So. I. Am. Done.
Good night!
Maddi.

lake controversy

Well this is my first blog entry, I am not even on a computer. So I don't feel I am getting the whole blogging experience. But it works. So I believe I want to talk about the lake. It was brought up as an example today for a blog entry. So woo! But everyone is looking at the whole "oh no, the lake isn't going to be cleaned" situation negatively. Well I was thinking and right now our lake is a lovely shade of green. Well I trying to made good out of this not so great situation so here it goes, what if your favorite color is green?! I mean super happy fun time! It would be a dream come true if you ask me. Like "woah!" a green lake! Not only do I like lakes but I like green. Well not me personally speaking, but that is what I imagine someone this applies to saying. I mean I like green but I don't much care for lakes. They as a whole naturally gross me out. I don't want to come across as one of those girls though that are all like "ew slimy water" but I am one of those girls. I think it actually really comes down to "ew, I am in like a underwater fish sanctuary" ya know? I mean fish go to the bathroom. I am not the biggest fan of swimming in other species' feces. I don't know who would actually come out and state that they thoroughly enjoy swimming in fish poo. But that would be my thoughts on the whole lake situation right now. Whoever actually follows and reads my "blogs" I would like to forewarn you that I rapidly change subjects. I will apologize beforehand. Goodnight. Enjoy my blog.
Maddi