Happy Sunday!

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These is my Words:

I love finding new words I didn't know before, so today I feel like posting a few of my favorites that I've found. (My love for writing and words actually has its own board on Pinterest...)

nedovtipa: (n.) someone who cannot take a hint.

razbliuto: (n.) the sentimental feeling you have about someone you once loved but no longer do.

virago: (n.) a strong, brave, or warlike woman; a woman who demonstrates exemplary and heroic qualities.

natsukashii: (adj.) suddenly, euphorically nostalgic, triggered by experiencing something for the first time in years.

quaintrelle: (n.) a woman who emphasizes a life of passion, expressed through personal style, leisurely pastimes, charm, and cultivation of life's pleasures.

filipendulous: (adj.) hanging by a thread.

psithurism: (n.) the sound of the wind through trees.

casuistry: (n.) deceptive or excessively subtle reasoning.

discombobulate: (v.) confuse or upset.

*I personally use this word all the time. 

laconic: (adj.) expressing much in few words; concise.

petrichor: (n.) the smell of earth after rain.

alliaceous: (adj.) having the odor or taste of garlic, onion, etc.

parapraxis: (n.) a slip of the tongue or pen or other error thought to reveal unconscious wishes or attitudes.

juvenescent: (adj.) being or becoming youthful; young.

empyreal: (adj.) pertaining to the sky; celestial.

abditory: (n.) a place into which you can disappear.

lethologica: (n.) when you think of something but the word for it escapes you.

aspectabund: (adj.) letting or being able to let expressive emotion show easily through one's face and eyes.

lisztomania: a need to listen to music all the time.

jimjams: (n.) extreme nervousness; jitters.

I suppose I'll keep the list relatively short today. Maybe later I'll post a few more of my favorite words. Hopefully someone else gets as much joy out of them as I do!

--Sadie

Tuesday Thoughts:

There and Back Again:

Well, hello again!

I must apologize for my long absence.

My two-year hiatus was due to leaving for my mission for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, for 18 months, and then upon returning home, leaving for California to nanny for my aunt and uncle.

And now I'm back!

I've really missed writing and reflecting on the growing mysteries of life and so I hope to be showing up here more often.

Please feel free to hold me accountable.

You'll be hearing from me again soon!

--Sadie

Flume & Chet Faker - Drop the Game [Official Music Video] (+playlist)

Rehabilitation

So I've been taking some time off from life essentially to figure life out. Still haven't accomplished that yet, but I'm closer to realizing some things. It's like my own personal rehabilitation of sorts. I'll try to post some more on here and keep all my lovelies (you readers) updated with what's hot and happenin' in the life of this blog author!

Christmas is nearly here. You better believe I'm happy about that. Mostly because I can't wait for people to open my presents. (insert gleeful giggle here) I have no idea what I'm getting. Probably because I have no idea what I want. So come what may! I'm sure it will be fun. I saw something the other day that said,

"I think as you grow older your Christmas list gets smaller and the things you really want for the holidays can't be bought." 

THIS IS SO TRUE. And probably one of the biggest reasons I have a hard time coming up with Christmas lists. So I ask for what I need and my mind blanks as to what I want. If I wanted an iPad I don't feel like that's fair of me to ask for anyway, even though my brothers ask for things like that and get them every year. (Take advantage, silly.) But oh well. It's not exactly important. I'm getting too old for that anyway.

I'm sure Christmas will be just as grand as it is every year. But what I want most is to go on a mission. And I'm trying to make that happen -- slowly but surely. So I'll keep you updated, as I stated before. I'll try, anyway.

Things to update you about in the future:
-my new job
-my insulin pump
-holiday fun

Ta-Ta for now!

-Sadie

Advocate

One of my many advocates is my mom. 

My mom has been there for me every step of the way. She's my number one advocate, my number one supporter, my number one cheerleader. She makes managing my diabetes a little bit easier. I don't know what I would do without her. 

She's the one most disappointed (next to me of course) when my care isn't as good as it could be. 

She's the one who researches the most up-to-date appliances for managing my Diabetes. 

She's the one who encourages me to do better each day. 

I've had a lot of support from so many people: my dad, my brothers, my aunts and uncles, my grandparents. Support with Diabetes is so important. Without their support I don't know that I would have made it this far. 

My name is Sadie Williams and I've been diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes for 14 years, 3 months, and 25 days. 

--Sadie

Diabadass

I'm proud to be a Diabetic. 

I've never had a seizure. 

I've never been in a diabetic coma. 

I've never had physical complications because of my Diabetes. 

My name is Sadie Williams and I've been diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes for 14 years, 3 months, and 25 days. I'm proud to be a Diabetic. 

--Sadie 

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

I hope you've all had a wonderful day of Irish celebrations. :) Even though St. Patrick was originally from Scotland... I love this holiday! I'm terribly sorry for not posting consistently with the challenge -- end of term is super stressful! I'll catch up on it this week though hopefully.

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May the luck o' the Irish be with you!

--Sadie

Good Day

You know those times when you're driving down the street and you're stopped in a long line of traffic at the light? Well, you just so happen to be in no hurry to go anywhere and you feel super confident and happy after your job interview you just went through, and so you're smiling and loving the wonderful sixty degree weather you're having today. Well, a car needs to pull into a parking lot, and no one is willing to stop for them, so you're like 'hey, I'm not going anywhere in a hurry,' so you wave the car through and wait for the cars next to you to stop for this car that just wants to park already.

Yeah, you feel pretty good that you helped that car out instead of making them wait for a long line of traffic full of cars with places they think they need to hurry to. You're happy you got to help them out and enjoy life in the moment. 

Helping people out is a pretty great feeling. I mean, you both win. What better feeling could there be? 

Favorite childhood memories:

1--A home video of me telling my dad about how I went to the mall with my aunt Molly and sprayed some JELLO perfume in my mouth. Apparently it wasn't very good. I also got my Little Mermaid piggy bank and was enjoying my delicious french fries and chicken nuggets -- with a lot of ketchup OF COURSE.

2--Going out to eat at "vrick" oven (Brick Oven) with my family. Definitely still a favorite.

3--Helping give my aunt Molly shots -- she is also a Diabetic.

4--The Wasatch Family Fall Festival in elementary school every year. And the dance festival at the end of the year.

5--My purple party for my ninth birthday. Everything purple, Lizzie McGuire movies and CDs, and all around fun with my favorite friends.

6--Reading and hanging out with my best friend Angela. One summer before fifth grade we walked around the neighborhood with matching t shirts, a CD player, and a cooler full of popsicles and ice cream bars to sell. I don't even remember how much money we made, but it was a ton of fun.

7--Running around bare foot in the summer, swimming, being outdoors and just doing a lot of crazy stuff that only kids can pull off.

8--Laughing. I've always loved to laugh.

9--Traveling.

I had a pretty great childhood.

What Makes You Happy?

Well. This is a very good question. I'm not quite sure how to answer it.

I think the things that make me happy are good books, beautiful writing, poetry, movies, art. Definitely people. I love looking at the lives of others and sharing in that. I love being around other people (especially the cool ones with unique life stories). I love being around my friends because they make me happy. I love being around my family (for the most part) because they make me happy. I love Irish Step Dancing because it makes me happy. I couldn't live without any of these things. I love books. I love music. I love dancing.

What do all of these things have in common?

Life.

Life makes me happy.

--Sadie

Marginalia

Sometimes the notes are ferocious,
skirmishes against the author
raging along the borders of every page
in tiny black script.
If I could just get my hands on you,
Kierkegaard, or Conor Cruise O'Brien,
they seem to say,
I would bolt the door and beat some logic into your head.

Other comments are more offhand, dismissive ---
"Nonsense." "Please!" "HA!!" ---
that kind of thing.
I remember once looking up from my reading,
my thumb as a bookmark,
trying to imagine what the person must look like
who wrote "Don't be a ninny"
alongside a paragraph in The Life of Emily Dickinson.

Students are more modest
needing to leave only their splayed footprints
along the shore of the page.
One scrawls "Metaphor" next to a stanza of Eliot's.
Another notes the presence of "Irony"
fifty times outside the paragraphs of A Modest Proposal.

Or they are fans who cheer from the empty bleachers,
hands cupped around their mouths.
"Absolutely," they shout
to Duns Scotus and James Baldwin.
"Yes." "Bull's-eye." "My man!"
Check marks, asterisks, and exclamation points
rain down along the sidelines.

And if you have managed to graduate from college
without ever having written "Man vs. Nature"
in a margin, perhaps now
is the time to take one step forward.

We have all seized the white perimeter as our own
and reached for a pen if only to show
we did not just laze in an armchair turning pages;
we pressed a thought into the wayside,
planted an impression along the verge.

Even Irish monks in their cold scriptoria
jotted along the borders of the Gospels
brief asides about the pains of copying,
a bird singing near their window,
or the sunlight that illuminated their page ---
anonymous men catching a ride into the future
on a vessel more lasting than themselves.

And you have not read Joshua Reynolds,
they say, until you have read him
enwreathed with Blake's furious scribblings.

Yet the one I think of most often,
the one that dangles from me like a locket,
was written in the copy of Catcher in the Rye
I borrowed from the local library
one slow, hot summer.
I was just beginning high school then,
reading books on a davenport in my parents' living room,
and I cannot tell you
how vastly my loneliness was deepened,
how poignant and amplified the world before me seemed,
when I found on one page

a few greasy looking smears
and next to them, written in soft pencil ---
by a beautiful girl, I could tell,
whom I would never meet ---
"Pardon the egg salad stains, but I'm in love."

--Billy Collins

Death by Caramel Suckers

So, I have a pretty hilarious tale for you to enjoy.

When I was a little girl, probably around 3 years old or so, I fell down the stairs at my gramma's house. And this was a long flight of stairs. Like ten or more. Needless to say, I chipped my front tooth in half.

(Probably something like this but not quite as drastic.) 

I had a crown put on it so that it looked normal and I wouldn't be haunted by my missing tooth or teased by fellow classmates in the early years of elementary school. After all, that's a critical self-esteem period. One fateful Halloween, when I was around eight years old, I was sitting in the car outside my house, probably waiting for someone to get in the car (as is still an unfortunate routine my family deals with daily), I was chewing on a caramel apple sucker -- a delicacy I didn't have often. Well, the caramel got stuck on my teeth, and as was instinctual, I yanked it out of my mouth. (Hello, teeth are invincible people. *chagrined look*) Need I describe my shock when I pulled half my tooth off with it? 

(Anyone remember these beauts?) 

Completely freaked out, I went to my mom in a panic thinking I had just pulled out half of my tooth. What was I going to do? Was this normal? Of course, she explained to me that I'd fallen down the stairs as a clumsy child and that it wasn't my real tooth that I'd pulled out. Being eight years old, I felt like I'd been living with a lie. How could I not have known my tooth wasn't real? 

Well, this past week I was on tour at Disneyland, the Happiest Place on Earth, with my high school's orchestra. And one of my roommates had been given a box of treats by her father. These delicious candies called "Sugar Daddy"(s) were in that box. Of course, late at night in a room full of teenage girls, who wouldn't love to munch on some candy? 

(Curse you.)

I love caramel and I love suckers. However, the combination has proven to be quite fateful. Being a longer sucker, I got it stuck on my very last molar when in the midst of laughing I'd bitten down on the sucker. I need to learn to quit doing that. Or just avoid caramel suckers like the plague. Yanking it out, as I had ten years ago, I unknowingly chipped my tooth. *Face palm.* There was no pain, same as my first experience, and I wouldn't have even noticed if the next time I bit down, after finishing said demon candy, there hadn't been something crunchy. I thought this was odd, and spit it out into my hand. Caramel is characteristically a brown, caramel color. There was nothing pearly white in this sucker. So my tongue reached back to my tooth, and I was surprised to find that it was a little bit more rough and uneven than it had been last time I'd checked. 

"Hey guys," I said in slight nonchalant shock, "I think I just chipped my tooth." 

Of course, everyone laughed at me, myself included, and I couldn't really believe that I had actually chipped it. Obviously I should just stay away from caramel suckers. I was surprised it hadn't hurt, as were my roommates. But it's okay. It's clear back there where no one can see it, and it's just the tiny corner of my tooth. Not even noticeable. It can only bother me, until my tongue gets used to this uneven, rough spot in the back of my mouth. 

If any of you see me picking up a caramel sucker again, just laugh at me and tell me to put it down. Please. I don't want to clumsily chip another pearly white. 

Yes, you can laugh. I've laughed myself. But I feel it is my duty to warn you all about A) chewing on caramel suckers (DON'T.), and B) even hazardously picking them up and placing them in your mouth in the first place. My two chipped teeth, pieces rest in peace, advise strongly against it. 

--Chagrined Caramel Lover