A lazy post.

I see: The computer screen, my stuffed giraffe Horus(named Horus because he has ginormous creepy eyes and the first thing I thought of was the all seeing eye of Horus, Egyptian mythology reference yea!), My Physics Book opened in another tab, the book I just finished, my hands on the keys, qwertyuiop.

I smell: The night air and my mother's concoction of oils. ew.

I taste: nothing, although there is a promising chocolate bar on my dresser...

I hear: Some washed up rocker singing about the same thing all rockers sing about, cars rushing past my window, tap tap tap.

I feel: the keys under my fingers, the hangnail starting, smooth legs, my shirt against my skin, the absence of my mermaid ring.

Horus thinks YOU should stop procrastinating.

Seriously Hannah you have Physics to do.

I take instructions from a stuffed giraffe. 

Help.

Now for my really exciting plans for break.

Now that I've been all annoying and deep and whatever, my other favorite part of Easter and my plans for the next 2/3 days.

I dare you to judge me/tell me you aren't doing the same thing. Also, please excuse the gross pajama's, t-shit is from 7th grade Cheer and boys sweats. Hair is compliments of an 11 hour car trip back from Ohio sitting next to a sleepy boyfriend. 

we are an Easter people

"Do not abandon yourselves to despair, for we are an Easter people and Hallelujah is our song." JPII

Every have that feeling where you're losing yourself to everything going on around you? Where you're so overwhelmed by circumstances, and people are letting you down at every turn? Ever felt like you're completely abandoned? Sometimes things are too much and we doubt they're going to ever get better. And some things aren't going to get better or go the way we want,  but we have to realize something, We are an Easter people.

But what is it to be an Easter people and what do we have to do? Its more than just remembering, "Oh yay, once upon a time a guy names Jesus rose from the dead and then the Easter bunny came." Lets play pretend. Pretend that all those problems, all that loneliness, all that guilt, all that stress, was taken away from you by someone you barely spoke to, and they dealt with it for you. Imagine they suffered for all your pain, and for all the things you've done wrong. Imagine they suffered a lot. And then imagine that they suffered so much they died for you and all those things. I'd feel a little affection towards them after that. Honestly, it'd be so sad that someone loved me that much and they died. Now imagine that 3 days later, they came back to life, to you. Since we're imagining this, imagine how happy you'd feel after that. 

Pretty happy right?

Once upon a time, a guy names Jesus died for our sins and for our salvation and then he CAME BACK to us because he never leaves us to deal with things alone. As an Easter people, we are to live with that type of joy.  We are not alone, we are not abandoned! Jesus died for us and heals our brokeness, shouldn't we celebrate?

Because after all, we are an Easter people, and Hallelujah is our song.

Happy Easter.

Military brat

April is the month of the military child.

Parents often worry that they didn't make the right decisions for their children, that they let their lives get in  the way of their child's. They often try to either change those decisions, their whole lives to make a "suitable" and "normal" life for their kids. However, sometimes they can't. This results in people's pity, which is not so much pity as a subtle way to insult and sneer and give unwanted advice to grown men and women. As a child raised in a constantly moving, military, catholic, homeschooled home, I have become accustomed to people's pity. I've been asked the questions they try to veil in innocent curiosity, but are really meant to evaluate me, and make sure I am "adjusted" and not being tortured by the irregular life that I ended up with.

When I was younger and realized that my life was different from normal kids, it honestly was difficult at times. Being uprooted, making new friends, Dad being gone, family being far away, settling in just to leave again, being DIFFERENT. Its hard at 8 years old to understand that you're leaving your home and your friends to go somewhere new, somewhere foreign. Yet you do. Sometimes, this was a blessing. As I got older, I became less "different" and more "special".

My years as a military brat gave me adventures I will always have. They made me who I am today, and taught me more than I would have learned if I had had a "normal" life. I don't feel like I haven't adjusted to society, like I'm a freak of nature just because I haven't had my friends here since 1st grade. I don't feel like I don't have a home after being constantly uprooted. Home is where the heart is. Its where my family lives, where my bed is, wherever I can smile and laugh and be happy. Because of the moving, I learned how to make good friends quickly. So there's another issue taken care of. I never had to change schools because of the homeschooling, and because of the homeschooling I never lacked for friends or social skills.

I'm a well adjusted social teenager whose going places and accomplishing things, and I was a military brat. So before you go and pity those poor military families, realize that we are strong because of this, and thats a strength you can learn no where else.

Semper Fi.