Me: What do you want for dinner?
Alannah: Idk, what do you want?
Me: It doesn't matter to me..
Alannah: You always do this. Why do I have to chose?
Me: Ok. Sushi?
Alannah: I hate sushi.
Me: Thai?
Alannah: I hate thai.
Me: Those were my two choices.
Alannah: That's not fair, you know I don't like those two..
Me: Haha. Ok....Subway?
Alannah: I HATE SUBWAY.
Me: 3rd choice. Your turn..
Alannah: What do you want?
Me: It doesn't matter to me..
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Monday, February 21, 2011
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Gay Rights
Two very interesting videos. The first one featuring Ellen, has a funnier approach, yet the one from the View is pretty serious. Both talking/debating about the same touchy subject--Gay Marriage and Gay Rights. I have so many emotions that surface when I listen to debates on this topic, and I have so much to say about it; so much that I often don't even know where to begin.
For me, it's extremely interesting to compare the Gay Rights movement to the Civil Rights Movement, and the more I research, the more I am able to see the similarities that people point out. The bottom line for me is that discrimination is equal to discrimination. There is no form that is less harsh than the other. It's all just wrong.
I don't understand why people are so against change. It seems as though everyone wants to grow, and everyone claims to be accepting but as soon as it comes time to show your acceptance, people close up like little clams. What happened to the separation between church and state? Why is religion one of the biggest deciding factors in this debate? This is where I really become confused.
I think that one of the biggest things that people need to realize is that love is love, and everyone is equal. We go through these stages of discrimination and oppression against a large group of people; we then come to some kind of realization that it is wrong. Rules are then made--and what's so disappointing is that we repeat the process all over again. African American Slavery--The Holocaust--Civil Rights Movement--and now Gay Rights? When will we ever learn that judging those who are different from us is unjust. It's not our job to judge one another. It's our job to accept those that surround us in hopes that they will accept us right back.
I can admit that I get so heated when talking about this topic, because I feel so not loved. I don't spend my days trying to figure out how I can limit peoples lives, and give them rules on how to live; so why do people feel as though they should do that for me?
When people base their lives off of certain beliefs, they can often be rather contradictory, in my opinion. While the Bible has scripture against Homosexuality, it is also repeated to love one another, and that God loves everyone.
Although I am not very religious, I respect all beliefs, because people are aloud to think whatever they want. But just as I am accepting of those beliefs, I think it is only fair for others to accept peoples lifestyles and views, especially when it's not harming or interfering with other peoples' happiness and personal lives.
America is supposed to be the land of freedom and equality. That's what we are founded on. And the fact that we are aloud to practice any religion we want, there is no reason to use a religion against someone, making them follow rules that they don't choose to believe in.
What's the world without diversity? Acceptance is key.
Youtube
I LOVE YOUTUBE.
I really--REALLY do.
I am always on youtube, finding new videos and old ones, too. I have a slight obsession with watching rehearsals and recording sessions from back in the day, and I find myself watching these videos over, and over again.
I just love it. Enjoy! :)
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Daddy and Me
July. Family and Friends surround us.
Not bothered by the heat, we all enjoy each other's company.
Blessed to participate in such a beautiful day.
The green grass we sit on.
The bright blue sky sits above us.
I sit on my father's lap
As if it was a seat made just for me
I feel protected
As I sip on my juice box
Not that I have a care in the world as a 2 yr. old
It's clear that we have a special bond
There were a million other places to sit
But, I chose his lap.
I feel loved.
An irreplaceable bond.
Social Networking
Hello, My name is Naima, and I am addicted to Twitter...
No. Really.
I thought I'd be able to give up twitter without a problem right? I used to think twitter was the most pointless form of technology. I just didn't understand it's purpose. Now I find myself ALWAYS being on the site, talking to friends, reading other posts, and documenting my activities.
Giving up the network was so difficult, that I failed. I often forgot that I was even giving it up. It was weird how my hands are almost oriented to click on the site. I can pick up my phone, and click on it without even realizing that I did so. So strange.
What has the world come to? Hopefully this wont last for long.
No. Really.
I thought I'd be able to give up twitter without a problem right? I used to think twitter was the most pointless form of technology. I just didn't understand it's purpose. Now I find myself ALWAYS being on the site, talking to friends, reading other posts, and documenting my activities.
Giving up the network was so difficult, that I failed. I often forgot that I was even giving it up. It was weird how my hands are almost oriented to click on the site. I can pick up my phone, and click on it without even realizing that I did so. So strange.
What has the world come to? Hopefully this wont last for long.
History
I remember it like it was yesterday.
I was sitting in my 7th grade Life Science class, at Binford Model Middle school. We were in the midst of talking about our science fair projects, when the Principal came on over the loud speaker.
I don't recall exactly what she said, but I remember the statement "World Trade Centers" being used multiple times. I thought it was interesting how, none of us (my fellow students) knew what had happened, nor did we even know what the Trade Centers were. But I will never forget the look on my teacher's face. She was in utter shock.
I remember the confused feeling that we all had. We didn't understand how something could look and seem so damaging, yet we felt none of the normal emotions that would come with such a tragedy. We were almost upset as to why we were told to be quiet; we just didn't understand.
When I got home, and scrolled through all the T.V channels, there was almost no station that wasn't talking about the attack, and this lasted for weeks. And I was so confused.
When I look back on this situation, I love to talk to my mom about it, because our experience was so different. My mom talks about how afraid, and sad she was that this had happened, and like many other people, she was worried about the future more than anything else. She remembers the feeling that she got when she was at work and the news was shared. She instantly broke into tears, because she realized how dramatic this attack was. She always tells me that she had never felt so inclined to go to church, and she canceled her appointments for the evening so that she could indeed make it to Mass. Same event; completely different reaction.
I find it crazy how people can really deal with situations totally differently. One person could be so not affected by a tragedy, whereas someone else's world could completely crumble.
I was sitting in my 7th grade Life Science class, at Binford Model Middle school. We were in the midst of talking about our science fair projects, when the Principal came on over the loud speaker.
I don't recall exactly what she said, but I remember the statement "World Trade Centers" being used multiple times. I thought it was interesting how, none of us (my fellow students) knew what had happened, nor did we even know what the Trade Centers were. But I will never forget the look on my teacher's face. She was in utter shock.
I remember the confused feeling that we all had. We didn't understand how something could look and seem so damaging, yet we felt none of the normal emotions that would come with such a tragedy. We were almost upset as to why we were told to be quiet; we just didn't understand.
When I got home, and scrolled through all the T.V channels, there was almost no station that wasn't talking about the attack, and this lasted for weeks. And I was so confused.
When I look back on this situation, I love to talk to my mom about it, because our experience was so different. My mom talks about how afraid, and sad she was that this had happened, and like many other people, she was worried about the future more than anything else. She remembers the feeling that she got when she was at work and the news was shared. She instantly broke into tears, because she realized how dramatic this attack was. She always tells me that she had never felt so inclined to go to church, and she canceled her appointments for the evening so that she could indeed make it to Mass. Same event; completely different reaction.
I find it crazy how people can really deal with situations totally differently. One person could be so not affected by a tragedy, whereas someone else's world could completely crumble.
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