Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Life is Beautiful

From the sky to the dirt under our feet, everything is beautiful. It seems that we all forget where we are and we don't realize how much life has to offer. I am guilty too, although I try not to be. We all are bound to have bad days. In reality, those bad days are days where we forget to see what is all around us- Beautiful Life.
I find it therapeutic to take yourself, and only yourself, out on a walk in nature. You take your time and throw your cares behind you. You breathe slow and affectively. You smile and laugh at the humorous sights you see. You drink in every simple moment you may see- a mother laughing with her daughter, a young boy learning to ride a bike, teenage boys getting competitive while playing basketball, little girls dancing in the yard wearing dress-ups. Life goes by too fast to let it all fly by us.  

Yesterday was the day of 'princesses and pirate ships'. The day of endless questions. The day where it didn't matter whether or not your clothes matched or if you had jam ear to ear. A time of big smiles and squinted eyes. (My yesterday) Bangs that rest an inch a way from your forehead, overalls and tennis shoes; and a lady bug sweater (oh and don't forget the matching pants...) A time of dancing in your living room with your dolls to the Great and Fantastic 90's music.

Today. Reality hits. You struggle to find yourself in a crowd of thousands. You question whether you want to fit in or stand out. You discover your talents and your dreams. You sing anything and everything, everywhere you go. You primp yourself hoping you look beautiful. You go to dances without yesterday's possessions of dolls and dress ups. You wear a beautiful dress and accompany an attractive young man to the dance. Your clothing matches the fashion of the day and you wear make up. Blemishes and [trying to impress the] boys. Friends and laughter. The time where you have the most up and downs. Lots of tears, lots of laughter.

Tomorrow. The future. You will never know what will be next, but what you do today will reflect in your tomorrow. Paint your life the way YOU want to live it. Cry a little here, laugh a little there. Enjoy every sunrise and sunset. Breathe in, breathe out. 

Life is Beautiful and so are you.

Lahve always, 
Madison

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Taken-Up-My-Afternoon Things


You wanna know what my day has consisted of (after school, of course! I won't bore you with school junk)? Two main things:

Taken-up-my-afternoon thing #1: Pride and Prejudice. It is probably the prettiest text I have ever read in my entire life! Oh, Mrs. Bennet is quite the hoot! You can never get bored reading this book, but when Mrs. Bennet is on the scene, it is entirely impossible to get bored and want to quit reading! I laugh for ages because of her. Here, enjoy a P&P quote:


Taken-up-my-afternoon thing #2: French studying. After mutual, Caitlin and I allowed the snow to cover our clothes as we walked from mutual to her house to study. We had a fabulous time studying household chores, the wonderful Passé Composé, and drinking hot chocolate (yes, the picture is coffee, but let's pretend it's hot coco... wow! You are a fabulous pretender! Look! It worked! It's hot coco!)
J'ai fini! I hope I will do well on my quiz to-morrow (spelled like they do in P&P) and Caitlin (you may never read this, but who cares?) I wish you the same!

I guess you could say there is kind of a third T-U-M-A..... Justin Bieber.... I sang (quite loudly) a wonderful variety of  JB songs all afternoon. Ah... Justin... look what you do to millions of girls...How rude! No worries, I will forgive you.

Here's a ridiculous Keep Calm quote:

Keep Calm
And Find
Yourself
A Mr. Darcy

Lahve always,
Madison

p.s. No worries, I held my composure in front of the Beautiful Temple Man today. Maybe one day we'll be married.
(just jokes.)
p.p.s. T-U-M-A is an abbreviation for Taken up my afternoon. Cool, eh?
p.p.p.s. Don't mind my comments in parentheses. They could be hilarious if you let them.

Saturday, February 12, 2011

Bieber Fever

I didn't get asked to Sweethearts. It's fine. Instead, I went to the Justin Bieber Movie with my galfriends.

I thought of him as a sad teenage boy who sings like a girl. Coming out of the movie today, I now have more respect for Bieber. I am amazed at how desperate/crazy/ostrobogulous his fans are.... those crazy girls are so obsessed that they bawl their heads off for a man they may only see in person once (if they're EXTREMELY LUCKY, maybe they'll see him twice). I couldn't help but laugh the whole movie (mainly because of the ostrobogulous fans). HAW HAW- HAIR FLIP? Oh yeah, it was great. What more can you say about it?

Good luck with the rest of your career, Bieber.
That's all I have to say.
Lahve always,
Maddiey

Monday, February 7, 2011

Ok, I give up.




That's it. I have had it with the 30 day junk. Yeah, I  know I was almost done. It's fine. I think i will move on to better things.

Yesterday I talked to my sister about things that have no particular importance. Somehow I brought up the topic of writing a letter to my 9th grade english teacher, Mrs. McNaughton. I searched all afternoon in my journal, hoping that I could find that letter. I finally found it before it got too dark. This is what it read (in exactness- please don't make fun of me for my grammar mistakes! I was... 15... young.):

Dear Mrs. McNaughton-
Thanks so much for being a
FABULOUS english teacher! English
was truly one of my favorite subjects. 
I loved most of the books  we read-
they were all worth reading :)
I know that I might've appeared
shy but I'm really not. I am 
completely opposite of that! Haha
that may be a shock to you but its true!
People usually have to tell
me to be quiet. Do you remember
that one time in 9th grade 
when I was the only girl?
Haha that was truly an interesting
day. I'm glad I only have to live 
that day once! But this is not
why I wanted to write you a thank you.


I am writing this thank you
because I want to thank
you for having us write 15pgs
as a journal as part of our
Grade. I wish I could've found my 
9th grade journal so I could keep
it forever. But thats okay. What
I've gotten out of it means
so much more! I have found
 that it is so fun to just
write & write. Random or
important I love to write.
Now I am not going t go off
& write Books or anything, but 
it has helped me become a better
journal writer which is SUPER
important to me. It is nice to
have your history written down &
to share it (in the future). You
have no idea how grateful I am.
Thankyou, Thankyou, Thankyou!!
-Maddiey Beardall 

Wow. Talk about the cheesy-ness of being a 15 year old! It's great.

Live life cheesy.
Write letters (to your english teacher, maybe?)
Lahve always,
Madison

Thursday, February 3, 2011

Ah! C'est mon mére's anniversaire!

Dearest Mother,
Happy Birthday! You are one year older, and wiser too. Happy Birthday, to you! (thank you primary)

My mother is a beautiful lady. Stylish, kind, friendly, headstrong (in a good way), and hilarious. She is very giving to our family and to those around her. She always gives the best advice for any question you may ask. She loves everyone and is very forgiving. I couldn't ask for a better mom.

Je t'aime. Bon anniversaire.
Lahve always,
Madison

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Day Twenty Three: Feel Better




Today's Post: Something that makes you feel better.
Well, there are a lot of things that make me feel better. Friends, Family, Warm weather, etc. But there is one thing that never fails to make me feel better. 
That thing is...
Books.
Books allow you to feel, to cry, and not get embarassed. It allows you to explore your imagination. It brings you happiness to see the princess finally get her prince charming. You get to be a "new you," a new character worth being as you read.
Sit down.
 Read. A. Good. Book.
Lahve always,
Madison 

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Day Twenty Two: Upset




Writer's Block. That's what upsets me. I hate being far from a computer and I have a wonderful idea for a post. Then, when I find a computer, I can't remember what I was going to write. After a while it gets rather annoying to stare at the curser blinking nonstop on a white, blank surface.
Oh how odd. I just experienced what I just said.

Can I just say that I truly wish for a typewriter? Well, I do. Oh so bad. 
I realized how much I love antiques last night as my mom showed the fam some pictures of her stay in Washington state. She was staying with her parents while her mom had a hip replacement. Before the surgery, G-ma worked at the Market. My mom tagged along and took beautiful pictures of the things that G-ma made to sell there. Talk about beautiful!

If you find a typewriter or any other old/amazing antiques, please let me know.
Seriously.