Realizations

Realization Number One:

I think it was Lindsey Layton, who once said that everybody needs to get the experience of going to the movies alone. Having a magnitude of respect for her I decided to do as she advised. So I went and saw Harry today. All alone. And although I was really disappointed by the movie,the experience was a sucess!

I LIKE seeing movies by myself!

Realization Number Two:

Gossiping is like Chocolate.

Iressistible

and

Positively Sinful.

History Happiness

So as most of you know, I, RatalieNose have been taking American History this summer.

Having not taken it sophomore year, I forgot how much I like history.

This class has really gotten me thinking....

If you lived "back in the day" what kind of person would you have been???

Examples: My mom. She told me herself that she would've been a conductor on the underground railroad or would've hidden Jews in her attic during the holocaust.

Alyssa: Would've been one of the first players in the All American Womens Baseball League during World War Two.

Sammy: Would've been a daughter of a slave plantation owner who would sneak out to the slaves quarters to teach them to read and write, and give them money and food.

Julie: Would've been a tavern owner doing the Revolutionary War. Where the men had their secret meetings and signed important secret documents. She would have hidden them and been the perfect hostess.

Mary: This one needs a little explanation. During the Revolutionary War, there were two sisters who were on the American's side. But they had boyfriends who were Red Coats. So they would go into the British camp to see their boys, pick up information, and take it back to the Americans. Awesome right?? SO Mary!!!

Me: I would've been an outspoken writer who used a man's name and got published, speaking out against slavery and such and speaking for women's rights!

You can learn alot about a person from this question.

It's really brought history to life for me.

What about you?

What's your place in history?

Things That Make Life Worth Living

The sight of a peaceful sleeping baby.

A kiss on the cheek from your darling nephew.

A breath taking sunset.

A kind word from someone that you thought hated you.

Big hugs!!!!

A beautiful piece of music.

Seeing someone else find the truth.

Knowing that someone you love is thinking about you.

Coming to grips with the fact that everything's going to be okay.

Extraordinary

Mission: Become a Better Leader (and person for that matter)

Location: Flowing Wells High School, Tuscon Arizona

Time to Complete Mission: Approximately 48 hours

Mission Status: Complete

That's right folks.

State Student Council Convention.

Good times.

2,000 Student Leaders from all over Arizona gathered together to party, learn and grow as leaders in their school and community.

10 delegates are chosen from each school and I was lucky enough to be chosen to represent Westwood.

One of my favorite things I gleaned from the convention is this:

One of our motivational speakers drilled this phrase into our heads:

"I am not average, I am Extraordinary!"

We had to say it over

and over

and over again.

And yes, I did get the point.

So now I want YOU to say it out loud

Right now

Wherever you are

"I am not average, I am extraordinary"

I can't hear you!!!

Say it loud and proud ladies and gentlemen!

So now to reward the wonderful people who commented on that one post that my stupid computer won't allow me to link to.

If you commented you know what I'm talking about.

Because you wonderful ladies graced my little blog with your presence I shall TELL you why

"You Are Not Average, You Are Extraordinary."

You know its true, and I'm going to give you each five reasons why.

Disclaimer: I don't know all of you in the flesh.

Some I know better than others so don't get offended if your reasons aren't as in depth as others.

I love you all the same!

Well, I have math homework to do, so for you 11 lucky people, I will begin your

Ego-Building Exercise Tomorrow.

Until then,

Bask in the Glory of Being Extraordinary

CoDe WoRd Of ThE dAy

boys my age think they're so Cool

on thanksgiving i'd rather eat Ham than turkey

Over yonder is my school, westwood high school

Can you figure out what i'm doing

my favorite shape is an Oval

that last one was a Lie

the name of my first kid will be Andee

if you steal that name from me i'll be Ticked

thanks for stopping by Everybodynose

Disneyland Uncovered

So I've mentioned several times that I, RatalieNose, have issues with Disneyland.

Several people have requested that I post about these issues.

But here's the thing, the majority of the beefs that I have with

The Happiest Place on Earth

all have to do with my own stupidity, idiocy, hypocrisy ect. ect.

So for the past month I've been trying to buck up the courage to write this.

But before I start I need ya'll to promise me two things:

1. That you won't think less of me after hearing what an awful person I am.

2. That you won't think I'm an idiot for making a mountain out of a molehill.

This stuff may not seem big to some of you, but to an extremely emotional teenage girl, this is BIG STUFF!!!

All right.

I'm ready.

Lets start with the less personal things.1. Look at this map! The place is HUGE right?

K, I'm five 2.

My legs are short.

And not muscular.

By the end of a day at this place, the lower half of my body is in MISERY!!!!!!

Not to mention, that I"m hot, sweaty and grumpy from lines longer than The Great Wall of China!!!!!

2. Last time I was there, I nonchalantly, got on the ride Indiana Jones.

I took off my back pack that had my:

1. Camera

2. Wallet

3. Money

4. And array of other personal items

in it and

FORGOT TO PUT IT IN THE HOLDER!!!!!!!!

SO GUESS WHAT???????

MY BAG FELL OFF THAT BLASTED JEEP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OH PS THE CAMERA WASN'T EVEN MINE PERSONALLY!!!!!

Thankfully, due to many prayers, the ride broke down later and they were able to fish it out of the dark tunnel and I was able to retrieve it before heading home.

So, yeah, my fault.

But I"m still bitter.

3. Now my biggest issue with Disneyland,

isn't even Disneyland's fault at all.

It just happenED to take place there.

But it is the reason that I will forever have bitterness in my heart when I think of it.

I lost my best friend there.

No, we didn't get seperated physically.

No she didn't die.

But I made one of the biggest mistakes of my life and broke my best friend's heart.

Her name was Roxy.

(not really but too protect her personal life we shall call her that.)

She was hilarious, fun loving, trustworthy, loyal...everything you could want in a best friend!

She had a HUGE crush on Eric

(again, name change)

I knew how much she liked Eric.

I knew perfectly well.

And yet.

I flirted it up!

And not just like

"Oh tee hee stupid girl flirting"

But hard core touchy feely, constant flirting.

RIGHT IN FRONT OF HER!

I HELD HIS HAND!!!!!

MY BEST FRIEND'S DREAM BOY!!!!!

Needless to say....

Our friendship went out the window.

A qoute from Roxy:

"Natalie you were my best frined and I dont want a boy,of all things, to make us stop being friends. but I dont think that we can ever be as good of friends as we were, I trusted you alot, I would have put my life in your hands I trusted you so much. but I have lost my trust in you."

Yeah, I don't know about you, but reading that, even now two years later, that breaks my heart.

So there you have it.

Why Disneyland is not the Happiest Place on Earth for me.

P.S.

None of those girls are Roxy.

This picture was taken on the day I lost my backpack.

NaTaLiE RoSe

Also known as..........

Rat

Filthy, I know.

Noodle

Or Batman

Or Robin Hood

OR...............

MY PERSONAL FAVORITE.................

(drum roll please...........................................)

Belle!!!!!!!!

There are many many more.....but onto more important things.

Like Bravery.

It is a fickle friend, bravery is.

Actually I have no idea what a fickle friend is, I've always just wanted to say that.

Or wait, isn't it like a good and a bad thing?

Cause if that's the meaning, then yes, bravery is quite fickle.

I mean, you're able to do what you know is right.

But you still have to deal with the consequences...

Regardless of being brave or a coward.

But then there's got to be some kind of reward eventually......

In the long journey ahead.

Wow, I feel so philosophical.

Say What You Mean, Mean What You Say

I firmly believe in the truth of this statement.

But I also believe this one:

You're talking so much I can't hear what you're saying.

My family and I have discussed this topic quite frequently.

My Dad pointed something out.

"The really intelligent people are the ones who mostly listen."

But when they do speak, what they're saying has much depth.

I have a family member like that.
He's one of the smartest people I've ever met.

But you'd never know it.

Not because he acts stupid.

On the contrary, he is just extremely humble.

We'll be having a conversation at family dinner and all of us outspoken folk will be going on and on and thenhe'll say something that either has us holding our sides from laughing so hard or being quiet for five minutes contemplating what he said.

I definently don't have that effect on people.

So I say what I mean to, and I mean it.

But is it really necessary?

Just something to think about.