Thanks to my mom, I have a clean room and closet. After months of making our way through my room to either my closet or the other side. Is it sad I have been looking forward to the day she was going to clean it? All this week I was jumpy because of two things: the starting of my new drawings, which might be pushed back a bit. We don’t have any ink in our printer so I can’t print my pictures until I go up to the library and that maybe next weekend. The second thing was being able to have an actual wall again. I have a cut-out of Britney Spears from 2002 and the only place you could see from her was her arms and face. That side of the room was a disaster! Clothes were up onto each other. Mostly were jeans and other stuff that didn’t belong there either. There is a desk and we were surprised it’s still standing as of now. Even though most of the heavy stuff is gone, it’s pretty old. If we something make a big crack in the middle, at least I’ll know what it’s from.
At first, mom wasn’t going to go through my closet but she apparently lost track of what she was doing and just started pulling things out. Speaking of which, lots of old clothes, those are going to other places. Well at least, some are. As mom kept “digging” into my closet. We found old backpacks of Tweetybird, Pokemon, Scooby-Doo, and one bag I had forgotten about altogether. I’m keeping it because you CAN NOT get rid of something like this. Apparently when I was younger, somebody had gotten me a Backstreet Boys backpack. I told mom to throw out the other three but I was keeping that sucker! After that, she found this one box. We knew somewhere in my closet was a box of all my Shriner’s stuff. It was packed full of things the students at the Elementary sent to St. Louis for me. Cards, letters, drawings, and this one huge blanket (but looks like a sheet) full of names of students who signed it for me to get well. Mom grabbed it out of the box and started reading off names. Thank God for the ones who put their last names! It was so nice of them to do that, and the teachers and staff too!
Besides these things, we found my old high school shirts and stuff I had done. Like, my Powder Puff shirts, Prom Steering Committee shirt, Senior Year Prom dress, old tie-dye shirts from both middle and high school. I also had this old graduation dog. It was signed at the end of my 5th grade year by most of the students in my class, and my sister and cousin Chris. I have three shirts with his signature on it. Mom found old photo albums on my table of junk. Baby pictures of me, my sister, and cousins and other family as well. Not necessarily good pictures either. Since there is a very interesting picture of my Uncle Rick with this white guitar, looking like a Slash wannabe (Mom said it, not me!) and there is also a very 80’s looking picture of my mother that was one of her senior pictures. Blackmail anyone? I’ve also got to say, my bed post was already full of stuffed animals beforehand, now it’s too much and there’s no where else to put them.
Around Christmas time, everybody is or suppose to be cheerful. The kids are writing letters to Santa and families are decorated their trees. The older kids are excited for Christmas break and just sleeping in and visiting with family on the holidays. Everybody has their own traditions and memories. I have my own. Some are good like a few days before Christmas my cousin Chris’ daughter Lynn was born. That is a good memory. A few years before this good memory was an embarrassing one for me.
If I’m going to tell this story I’m going to have to go back for you to understand it all. When I was at Shriner’s with my surgeries I had a lot of scrambled eggs with cheese. Before leaving after my third, I was officially tired of them for good. Well that Christmas, my dad makes breakfast for all of us at my nana’s house. We ate first and then opened presents. Dad made scrambled eggs and cheese, I had said no, but everybody gave it to me anyways. Now this was the same time I got my first rock CD. I got Evanescence’s “Fallen” and I didn’t have much strength yet and my stomach wasn’t giving me anything good either. I took mom that my back was hurting and it was hurting, and my cousin Chris had just opened his present of new shoes. He took them out of the box and placed them on the floor. Well when mom laid me down, I was comfortable and my stomach decided to let loose.
I threw up on my cousin’s new shoes. I had felt better but everybody practically hated me for doing it. I’ve got to say I felt bad for him because I’m like his buddy, and those were his new shoes. Now everybody knows to 1.) not to give me scrambled eggs. 2.) Before where you place things. If it was somebody else they could run to the bathroom. I didn’t have that option since it’s a little difficult to lift me off the floor. So throwing up on the floor was second best. Sadly I remember this whole moment too. From the moment when I saw the cover of Evanescence’s CD and actually throwing it back because it scared the shit out of me. To my family freaking out about Chris’ shoes after that it gets a little fuzzy.
Thank you Spotify for making my day once again! Kelly Clarkson’s at it again with a new album called, “Stronger.” Ever since I first heard about her releasing a new album this year I instantly got excited. Kelly will always be my favorite American Idol winner. We watched her win it all at Shriner’s and I think the nurses even at a bet who’d win. It was funny! That was awhile ago since then, now Kelly knows what she’s doing and she still has those amazing lungs of hers that can blow the roof off anywhere.
I’m not technically done with listening to her new album yet. So far I’m liking it. I love how she sings certain songs. I think my favorites so far are “What Doesn’t Kill You (Stronger)” and “Hello.” Like I said though, I’m not exactly done yet. I love how all the songs sound. They’re all different which is what I like. I don’t like where ever single song sounds the same in vocals or beats. It drives me crazy. However this is different. It sounds like a mellow-burst album. It has it’s ballad songs and then there’s her giant lungs in the anger/rage songs. I never get tired of those.