Cinderella by Steven Curtis Chapman
This is a great song. I had a ballet recital when I was younger and we did this song. We did it so the dads danced with their daughters out on the stage. I was the first girl that went out. I had a beautiful blue dress like Cinderella. My dad was dressed in a white suit. I remember everything about that dance. My dad was sitting on a chair on stage when the music started. I ran out and tugged at his suit while he was reading a book. He stood up and kicked the chair away, he threw the book off stage then picked me up. He spun around then put me on the ground. We danced around in circles and at one point he picked me up and threw me in the air. I did a little twirl, then we walked off. The next girl came on in a long flowing purple prom dress. Her dad was dressed in a black suite with a purple shirt that matched her dress. She danced with her dad and did a slow dance with a few fun moves, then they walked off. The last girl walked on in a white "wedding" dress and put her face on her dads chest and danced around. At the end all the girls walked on stage and our dads came out with flowers. It was one of the most beautiful dances I have done. I loved it.
After the dance my dad told me how proud he was that nothing went wrong and that I did a fantastic job. I love my dad to pieces, and that's one of the reasons why. No matter what happens and how badly I dance, or play, or whatever. He is still proud of me. I remember that dance so well. The second girl that went on, who couldn't have been more then 10 or 12, was supposed to dance with her big brother. 15 minutes before our dance, her dad walked in. Her dad was in the military and didn't tell anyone he would be home. He got to dance with her which was great. When we were done and had to do photos back stage, her mom ran in and started screaming. Her mom had no idea he would be there. It was completely fantastic. I have had those moments with my brother and my uncle. They are some of the best moments in your life. When your brother comes home from a tour in Afghanistan to surprise you. Even when it's not a surprise and you just get to hug him for the first time in almost a year. I cant begin to explain the magical feel you get when your brother walks into your class, uniform and all. It's just incredible.
Cameron-Elizabeth
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Monday, June 17, 2013
Everything has a story behind it
Everything has a story behind it.
The reason I wont show people how bad I feel, there is a story there. The reason I don't complain about pain, another story. The reason no one will ever see me upset, another story. The reason I try to impress everyone I know. The reason I take my shower at 9 and no other time. The reason I never stop smiling. The reason I get really anxious.
The reason I wont show people how bad I feel....... When I was little like 7ish, I saw my dad at the sickest he had been in years. He would go out and do things and not let anyone see how bad he felt. Just like my amazing grandfather. Like father like son and then daughter. Well I told myself then that no matter how bad I feel I will be as strong as my daddy.
The reason I don't complain about pain....... I have seen how much people can hurt. The real tears that can not be held back. In the ER, people who are in pain that couldn't ever be compared to what I feel. I hurt. I am not going to tell anybody though. My brother told me when I was like 4 that no matter how bad something hurts I can tell him, but I have to be a strong girl for my parents. I don't complain to anyone for that reason. I have to be strong. Not weak.
The reason no one will see me upset........ Goes with the one above, I have to be strong. Not weak.
The reason I try to impress everyone....... I am afraid of failure, and not being liked. I want everyone to think highly of me. I was told by a friend that you have to impress everyone or you will have no one. I now know that isn't true. But when your in kindergarten, that leaves a lasting impression. I'm afraid Ill lose everyone.
The reason I take my shower at 9....... I know this is weird. But when I would take a shower/bath sense forever ago, it was at 9. And I don't like change, so 9 is stays.
The reason I never stop smiling....... My dad told me one time when he was in the hospital, "no matter how bad things are everyday is a miracle and don't ever take that for grated or stop smiling." So I don't.
The reason I get really anxious....... I am terrified of things. Terrified of failure and change and death. I get really anxious when someone talks to me because I am afraid of them talking about those things. I know that everyone dies and there is no reason to be scared of death, its not really death I'm scared of. Its losing someone who means so much to me. I cry over the stupidest things because they remind me of something someone did that I have lost.
Morel of this post, don't judge people. You have seen what they do, not why. You know there name but not there story.
Cameron-Elizabeth
The reason I wont show people how bad I feel, there is a story there. The reason I don't complain about pain, another story. The reason no one will ever see me upset, another story. The reason I try to impress everyone I know. The reason I take my shower at 9 and no other time. The reason I never stop smiling. The reason I get really anxious.
The reason I wont show people how bad I feel....... When I was little like 7ish, I saw my dad at the sickest he had been in years. He would go out and do things and not let anyone see how bad he felt. Just like my amazing grandfather. Like father like son and then daughter. Well I told myself then that no matter how bad I feel I will be as strong as my daddy.
The reason I don't complain about pain....... I have seen how much people can hurt. The real tears that can not be held back. In the ER, people who are in pain that couldn't ever be compared to what I feel. I hurt. I am not going to tell anybody though. My brother told me when I was like 4 that no matter how bad something hurts I can tell him, but I have to be a strong girl for my parents. I don't complain to anyone for that reason. I have to be strong. Not weak.
The reason no one will see me upset........ Goes with the one above, I have to be strong. Not weak.
The reason I try to impress everyone....... I am afraid of failure, and not being liked. I want everyone to think highly of me. I was told by a friend that you have to impress everyone or you will have no one. I now know that isn't true. But when your in kindergarten, that leaves a lasting impression. I'm afraid Ill lose everyone.
The reason I take my shower at 9....... I know this is weird. But when I would take a shower/bath sense forever ago, it was at 9. And I don't like change, so 9 is stays.
The reason I never stop smiling....... My dad told me one time when he was in the hospital, "no matter how bad things are everyday is a miracle and don't ever take that for grated or stop smiling." So I don't.
The reason I get really anxious....... I am terrified of things. Terrified of failure and change and death. I get really anxious when someone talks to me because I am afraid of them talking about those things. I know that everyone dies and there is no reason to be scared of death, its not really death I'm scared of. Its losing someone who means so much to me. I cry over the stupidest things because they remind me of something someone did that I have lost.
Morel of this post, don't judge people. You have seen what they do, not why. You know there name but not there story.
Cameron-Elizabeth
Sunday, February 3, 2013
Thankful
“You've gotta dance like there's nobody watching, Love like you'll never be hurt, Sing like there's nobody listening, And live like it's heaven on earth.”
You cant be concerned about what everyone thinks of you. There will be those people who you should care about impressing. Like your boss. I am thankful for knowing this. For knowing that no matter what I do I have to make myself happy. That normally isn't the first thing I do. Normally everyone else's happiness comes first.
I am thankful for everyone who helps me with my fundraisers. I am thankful for my teachers who have been real amazing this past week. I am thankful for my brother and dad for fixing our car. I am thankful for my dad for being my super hero. I am thankful for my sister for being someone who cares greatly for me. I am thankful for my friend "Em" who called me the other day just to say hi. I am thankful for my cousin for giving me all the details about what is OK and not OK for a kid my age to be doing. I am thankful for my mom for helping me with my 750 piece puzzle.
I say thank you and sorry way to often. Its like every 30 minutes I say thank you or I'm sorry. This has been drilled into my head. You say thank you for everything. It is a blessing and a curse. I am glad I do it because people think of you in a nicer perspective when you say thank you. But at the same time, people have told me it is really annoying.
My class got new seats in algebra 2. I sit in the very front, which isn't that bad. My friend "S" sits behind me which I love. This other girl sits next to me which is cool cause shes nice. Then there are 2 boys on either side of "S". The seats are set up like a pyramid except without the very top. So there are 2 seats then 3. Back to the boys. Both of them are incredibly annoying. One of them likes to cheat off of "S" then the other isn't even supposed to sit there.
Cameron-Elizabeth
You cant be concerned about what everyone thinks of you. There will be those people who you should care about impressing. Like your boss. I am thankful for knowing this. For knowing that no matter what I do I have to make myself happy. That normally isn't the first thing I do. Normally everyone else's happiness comes first.
I am thankful for everyone who helps me with my fundraisers. I am thankful for my teachers who have been real amazing this past week. I am thankful for my brother and dad for fixing our car. I am thankful for my dad for being my super hero. I am thankful for my sister for being someone who cares greatly for me. I am thankful for my friend "Em" who called me the other day just to say hi. I am thankful for my cousin for giving me all the details about what is OK and not OK for a kid my age to be doing. I am thankful for my mom for helping me with my 750 piece puzzle.
I say thank you and sorry way to often. Its like every 30 minutes I say thank you or I'm sorry. This has been drilled into my head. You say thank you for everything. It is a blessing and a curse. I am glad I do it because people think of you in a nicer perspective when you say thank you. But at the same time, people have told me it is really annoying.
My class got new seats in algebra 2. I sit in the very front, which isn't that bad. My friend "S" sits behind me which I love. This other girl sits next to me which is cool cause shes nice. Then there are 2 boys on either side of "S". The seats are set up like a pyramid except without the very top. So there are 2 seats then 3. Back to the boys. Both of them are incredibly annoying. One of them likes to cheat off of "S" then the other isn't even supposed to sit there.
Cameron-Elizabeth
Friday, December 21, 2012
How about now?
Hallo!
I do like learning foreign lanagues. So right now I'm in the prosses of learning how to say hello/hey in 15 different lanagues. I know weird. But it fills my time. I like it. So let me tell you the ones I know, Spanish, Lithuanian, Italian, English, ASL, German, I think that all of them. Yea, so I was trying to tell my friend all of them the other day. She kept saying, "in a minute", 5 minutes later. "Can I tell you know?", "Hold on", "How bout now?", "Just wait". This went on for a good half hour. Which makes me wonder, why was I waiting? Why didn't I just go find someone else to tell this to? How about I don't wait. So how bout now? Is now OK? Or is your life too important to take 3 minutes out of your day to listen to me?
My asthma has been getting pretty bad lately due to the cold. So I stayed home yesterday, which did really help. I feel really bad right now. I have a problem with telling my dad, or anybody I don't feel good. I don't like having people help me and them thinking, "oh Cameron's sick maybe she shouldn't do this" I hate that. I have a problem telling my dad because he has been through so much I feel like I'm complaining about a stubbed toe. I feel like when I complain people look at me differentially, like I'm weak. I want to make sure everyone knows I'm not weak. I will not let others help me. That is a problem I have that I need to let go of. When my arm was in a sling a few years ago of course this girl was still outside with her brother fixing the house. Yea not a good idea. So how about I start trying to let people help? That's just me. I like that about me. So the other day I was walking outside with my friend and she wanted to run, which I was fine with. But of course the girl I was with just blurts out, "I'm sorry you cant run". OK, that aggravated me just a little bit. I can run, its not the greatest idea right now. But I can.
Cameron-Elizabeth
I do like learning foreign lanagues. So right now I'm in the prosses of learning how to say hello/hey in 15 different lanagues. I know weird. But it fills my time. I like it. So let me tell you the ones I know, Spanish, Lithuanian, Italian, English, ASL, German, I think that all of them. Yea, so I was trying to tell my friend all of them the other day. She kept saying, "in a minute", 5 minutes later. "Can I tell you know?", "Hold on", "How bout now?", "Just wait". This went on for a good half hour. Which makes me wonder, why was I waiting? Why didn't I just go find someone else to tell this to? How about I don't wait. So how bout now? Is now OK? Or is your life too important to take 3 minutes out of your day to listen to me?
My asthma has been getting pretty bad lately due to the cold. So I stayed home yesterday, which did really help. I feel really bad right now. I have a problem with telling my dad, or anybody I don't feel good. I don't like having people help me and them thinking, "oh Cameron's sick maybe she shouldn't do this" I hate that. I have a problem telling my dad because he has been through so much I feel like I'm complaining about a stubbed toe. I feel like when I complain people look at me differentially, like I'm weak. I want to make sure everyone knows I'm not weak. I will not let others help me. That is a problem I have that I need to let go of. When my arm was in a sling a few years ago of course this girl was still outside with her brother fixing the house. Yea not a good idea. So how about I start trying to let people help? That's just me. I like that about me. So the other day I was walking outside with my friend and she wanted to run, which I was fine with. But of course the girl I was with just blurts out, "I'm sorry you cant run". OK, that aggravated me just a little bit. I can run, its not the greatest idea right now. But I can.
Cameron-Elizabeth
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