I know that several have told me to have a good day based on what I have. So, I'm not allowed to ever have a bad day either? I'm not supposed to apologize, I have to be happy, and everything has to be perfect. Well, I said I'm sorry, I'm not happy, and nothing was right today. I think it's about time I made a change. I am not sure that I want to tell you what my plan is, because someone will tell me what's wrong with or want me to add this or that to it. It's my life and gosh darn it, I want to do what I want with it.
Santa Claus (I Still Believe in You)
Joseph and Mary's Boy
Tonight is Christmas
A Candle in the Window
From Christina Perri:
A Thousand Years
At five was when I started my acting phase. I would perform and direct Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs constantly. I had the entire movie memorized and I wasted a lot of apples. Though mom would buy me the Delicious apples, which are not delicious and worked perfectly for this. Anyway, as I said before I started Kindergarten in the fall of 1995. I remember I was always the wife/mother whenever we played house. I remember getting in trouble by a couple classmates one day when I went to build with the bricks with them. They didn't like invaders I guess. I remember losing my two bottom front teeth on the same day and Mrs. Daugherty, the teacher, let me call my mom to tell her and mom said she was coming to school. Well, I was excited so during nap time I told the classmate next to me that mom was coming. I got in trouble and had my clothespin down. That was the first and last time I got in trouble in Kindergarten. I remember the balloon letters and numbers and the songs we listened to during nap time. Never once slept, oops. I remember on the paper we filled out to introduce ourselves to our classmates, it asked what I wanted to be when I grew up...my response was to be a first grader. Just taking one thing at a time I guess. I made a new friend, Elizabeth. We decided we'd be best friends at recess so we hugged; we got in trouble. (I mean seriously, for a hug...ugh)
My mom told me that before I was born, no one but her knew I was a girl and that she had already nicknamed me Meggie(or at least that's how I would spell it). However, after I was born my father started calling me that and she never used that name again nor do I ever go by that name now.
Anyway, I was born at eleven forty-three post meridiem on Saturday the twentieth of January in the year of our Lord nineteen hundred ninety. From what I’ve been told, I was born with an insane amount of hair and covered in white goo stuff. I had to stay an extra day because of a jaundice issue. However, they released mom before they told her I had to stay another day so she had to leave me there overnight. I was released the next day, but had to come back for a check up the next. That same day there was a blizzard and when mom, dad, and I returned home, they found out that my two sisters and my brother were being held at the schools they attended. So needless to say, after the trouble of dad having to go get them in the blizzard rather than having them already home simply because they took me for a check up I feel guilty. Of course, I don’t remember this, but this is what I’ve been told and I believe it to be true as there would be no reason to lie.