Most of those who have known me for a long time know that I have never really enjoyed reading or writing much. As you can tell by my blog it is mostly filled with loads of photos and a very little amount of writing. As a child I struggled through school. Part of the reason was because I didn't have interest in reading or writing. Outside of the class room I avoided picking up any sort of book. Nothing ever really grabbed my interest. I was more into being active. playing with my friends, dancing, acting, and sleeping (even though this is the opposite of being active it was still something I loved to do and did often especially as a teenager). I got so bored just sitting still and reading. I have always been a pretty creative person. When I was a kid I had a great imagination. I made up many creative games to play. I even made up an imaginary friend named Kelly. We were adventure explorers and of course BFF for years (FYI this was when I was very young just so you know I'm not still that crazy)! But for some reason when there was a book in my hands my imagination button was switched to the off position. You know how when you read a book you picture what the characters look like, where they live, etc.. You can see life through their eyes, but YOU can have the opportunity to create what it looks like. Well I didn't understand how to do it. I thought that the only way that I can imagine something is if I made it up completely. I couldn't use other peoples words and base a picture off that. It's like I would start to picture what a character looked like. Tall, with long dark hair, and a big smile. Then the next paragraph tells me the character is short with blond hair, and a small jaw. I would get all confused because my picture didn't match up with the authors description. I easily got discouraged and gave up. From about age 6 to age 21 I read and finished a total of about 3 books. How I graduated and passed all of my english classes with that number of books read is still a mystery to me.
On my 21 birthday I got the book "Twilight" as a gift. When I got the present I was NOT overflowing with joy that is for sure. I heard from my friends that it was a great book but I was not a reader so I didn't have an urge to read it or anything else for that matter. I Couldn't be rude and not use this gift that was given to me. I knew I had to read it whether I liked it or not because I knew eventually the person who gave me the book would ask what I thought about it and whether I liked it or not. Unfortunately the book had not been made into a movie yet so I couldn't just watch the movie and pretend that I read the book. I was dreading the thought of having to read a book about vampires but I knew it had to be done. I opened up the book to chapter one and just stared at the page contemplating if I really needed to be polite to the person who gave me this book and actually read it. I decided that would be the kind thing to do. So I began to read. Chapter one alone took me about 3 months to finish. Once I got to about chapter 5 I realized that it wasn't such a bad book after all. I actually started to kind of enjoy it. Once I started enjoying the book I learned how the imagination part worked. I realized I still can use my imagination even if I was not the one creating the story. I then finished the second half of the book in about a week. Of course once I finished reading "Twilight" I just had to read "New moon". I officially became a team Edward fan and a reading fan. Since then I finished all of the Twilight books and still continued to read many other wonderful books. I now read about 2 or 3 books a month verses 3 books every 15 years. I would say that is a great improvement.
I would say that I love reading, well most reading. I don't like extremely long novels, biography, or boring things like the newspaper. I like books that are inspiring and uplifting. I do also love romantic novels. I would say they are my favorite.
The main reason why I am Writing this post is not to tell you my boring life story about reading. It is actually to tell you about a wonderful book I just finished reading. Its called "The Message" by Lance Richardson. It is not a romantic novel like I normally prefer. It is a true story about the authors experience he had when he was in a coma.(I guess that would make it somewhat of a biography but trust me its much better) This is a wonderful, uplifting and inspiring book about a man who dies and lives again to tell his story of what he saw while his body was in a comatose state. He was privileged to go to the spirit world. He shares some of his experiences and delivers to us a message that is most important. This is a must read for anyone who believes in God, or has had loved ones pass away, or who is in need of a spiritual boost, or who just wants something to read that will uplift them and make themselves feel warm and fuzzy inside. It's a very short book so It's easy for anyone to read. As silly as this sounds this book is one of the best books I have read in awhile because it has brought me more happiness and joy then I expected. It was so inspiring that it made me want to be a better person. Read this book and find out what the message is that is so important that this man was able live so he could share it with us all!
So the funniest thing happened today that I couldn't resist the urge to share. So Breck is very fearful of toilets. He doesn't like to sit on them especially with the lid up. He freaks out every time, it's pretty funny to watch. I decided that I would prepare for the future by buying him his own "little" toilet so he can hopefully overcome his fear of toilets by the time he is ready to be potty trained. Over the past few days since we bought Breck his own little potty he has finally started to warm up to the idea the that toilets wont eat him up after all (well at least not the little plastic one). He likes to sit on his toilet (only for about a second) but he will not actually go potty it in. while shopping today Breck found something he just had to have. "BUZZ" he screams and starts freaking out and pointing toward a small packet of something with Buzz lightyear on the cover. For those who don't know Breck absolutely loves Toy Story 3. What is it you ask? Well the picture kind of gives it away. Buzz lightyear Underwear! I had to buy them, I figured it might give Breck incentive down the road when he is actually ready to become a big kid. Once we get home I open up Breck's new and very large underwear. Of course he wants to put them on but I told him not until he sits on the potty. He runs to his toilet and I help him undress and sit down. He sits about a half second more then normal then comes running to me to receive his prize. He looks so dang cute and grown up in his undies that I had to get a few pictures.
I couldn't get him to turn around for long enough to get a good picture of his backside so I told him to go sit on his potty again knowing that I would get a good picture since it always takes him a while to get the lid up. He gets the lid up fast this time but stays in that same position for a while to just play around a little bit which I am totally fine with because it gives me a chance to snag a quick picture. And this is where the trouble begins...
Breck then starts spitting into his toilets. I of course get mad at him and tell him not to spit because It will get his new toilet all dirty. Little did I know It was already dirty and now so was his mouth! When He had sat on his potty just before he got his underwear prize he apparently peed into it. I didn't even notice i just assumed he didn't because he never has before. So while I was busy taking pictures of his Buzz underwear he was busy playing in his pee and drinking it too! Nasty! Now I feel bad that I got mad at him for spitting. Well I don't blame him for spitting I would too!
He did not want to take them off so I let him sleep in them (with a diaper underneath). Letting him wear his underwear was the least I could do!
