Our Italian Restaurant

My father passed away when I was 11. I'm not saying that so you feel bad I'm saying it so you understand when I say fathers day isn't my favorie. We of course buy for my grandfathers but for my dads Parents I think it's a bit emotional. Anyway this isn't pity party it's my proposal for a grandmothers day. I know we celebrate them on mOthers day but I truly think they deserve their own day. My grandmother is full blooded Italian and the best cook I have ever met. She struggles with technology but does Pretty well staying withthe times. She spoils my brOther and I and is all around amazing. So this is my proposal for a day just for gram, nanny, meemaw, and every other grandmother. So share your stories or what a grandmother is to you and we'll show them what they mean to us. I love you grandma rose.

Just a Small Town Girl,

I live in a small, middle of nowhere town.  It gets pretty boring and we knock it all the time.  I recently dated a boy from phili, and in visiting and talking to him I realize some of the things I take for granted. Not only is it safe in comparison but its home. Last summer four boys, 3 in my grade one a year above were in a serious car accident, within hours the whole town knew and were taking serious action to care for these boys and their families. The boy who was driving had serious brain damage and had to undergo some serious surgeries and long term care in the local hospital. He will never play sports again, and struggles to walk up the stairs, but he didn't miss a single football game this season, and still smiles at everyone in the halls, and on June 3rd the entire town gave him a standing ovation as he walked across the stage to get his diploma. It was a moment full of a joy and pride, and I'm glad to call all of these people my family and call this my hometown. Even if the most exciting thing to do is hang out at sheetz.

Have you read my blog today 300 million little USA's?

Why do you blog? This is a world completely unknown to me, so as I look for people to follow I find blogs about everything and nothing. Some of these people seemingly have a lot on their plate but still take the time at least once a day to blog. I dont get it, but I have some theories.

1. On some level everyone thinks they might be the next Julie powell
2. Addiction. Hell I've been at this for three days and it's already the first thing I do when I wake up.
3. Outlet. Things you can't say to anyone you know, so you let hundred of strangers listen instead
4. Passion. For the blogs that are specific to a certain topic, you must be incredibly passionate about it to sit down and write and answer comments about it everyday.
5. Attatchment. Are they your readers or your friends? "your doorstep is just a click away..."
6. Boredom. Desire to do something you feel is meaningful, even if you have no followers. *raises hand*

Teenage Wasteland

Disclaimer: I'm posting from my iPhone, expect awful grammar and spelling.
So I had intended my first post to be a little "who am I" thing, then I realized, you probably don't care. So if you do want to know about me you'll have to pay close attention because I'm sure facts will be slipping through as I go. He reason I'm not posting about me is because something happened to me that is actually blog worthy.

I work at a fairly large hospital in patient food services. Yesterday I was Bringig back a cart with dirty trays on it, it was about 715 so the hall was pretty empty. I come around the corner and I see a woman bent over cleaning up the large pepsi she had just spilled all over the floor. She looked frustrated and exhausted but still took he time to find paper towels and clean it up. I stopped to help and found out she has been there 8 days strait with her child. Kudos to her for not walking away when she had the chance. But it's what she said to me that I wanna talk about. As I was helping her sop up the soda and ice she told me "you give me hope for your generation" of course I was smitten but then I started to think about it. Is my generation really that rough? This summer I'm attending a key club international confrence. There will be hundreds of teens there who do community service for fun. I'm later attending a month long camp to be a counselor for girls with disabilities, there are 20+ other teens doing the same. I have friends who are boy scouts and girlsvouts. Friends who volunteer all summer. Of course I know kids who are rough but they do not make up the majority of my generation. So stop concentrating on them and stereotyping all of us. We know we're the future and we've got a lot of changes to make, but we need you're support. so please don't be afraid. I know there's a lot of teens out here whO can really change the minds of adults who feel that way, you just have to give them a chance.

Here Goes Nothing

If this were a regular diary, I would just write about what I did today and maybe doodle some hearts about that boy I have a crush on, in typical 17 year old fashion. But this is a blog, so I don't really know what to do. This isn't really a blog though, its a dare. I'm going to try to make this entertaining, but no promises however I do promise I'm going to do this, if for no other reason then to know that I can.