Swimming Will Soon be Gone


As the end of the swim season is coming to a close, I am feeling a sense of dread and sadness come over me. I mean, seriously, it really shouldn't be affecting me this much. Most of the pain and agony will be over and I will have time to relax. I will be able to do things that swimming has prevented and kept me from doing. Why do I feel this way? I think that swimming gives me a feeling of accomplishment; it makes me feel good after I have gotten so much better. Even if I don't always beat someone or win I can still feel good if I have beaten my own personal time. Even after the pain and the scared feeling you get in the pit of your stomach before a race, it can still be so much fun. Everyday I enjoy swimming even if I do complain or think that its boring I really know that I love it and its what I will keep doing.

...::Treasured Christmases::...


Christmas has always been a special time for me. It means a time with family and to have loads of fun. This year, though, has brought on a totally different view on what it really is to me. During the weeks leading up to this night I have thought about why I feel Christmas is different this year and why it feels like I should treasure the momnets I have a lot more. This is the first year in many years that I haven't got to be in California for Christmas with all of my family. I have always had Christmas Eve at my Uncles house and there's always been a big family party every year. But now since moving here to Utah I don't get to be there with them. The reason I feel this year is different is because now I realize that I shouldn't take Christmases for granted; they are something to be cherished, especially when you don't get to be around the people you care about the most. The few short moments that I got to spend with my family in California this year were definitely not taken for granted by me. I knew this Christmas would be different and I tried to make the best out of the short time I got with them.

Christmas is a Time for Giving and Sharing, Right?


We are always told Christmas is a time for giving, not receiving. But seriously, who really thinks about just giving and buying gifts for others all the time? At this age everyone really does think about all the things that they are going to get and what they are going to do with the money given them. I want to know, why do adults always tell the younger peoples to think more about giving then what they are going to get? Parents, Grandparents, Aunts and Uncles during the Christmas season are focusing all their attention on buying, shopping, and money. They have to always think about getting gifts for kids and family. Adults don't have time to think about what few gifts they might get. They tell us the famous quote because they are jealous and miss the free times when you were young and didn't have to care about buying things. Adults don't want us to have the good times that they can't; they're trying to get us to be old before our time. It's a big conspiracy to start maturing the younger generation so that more work will get done and less play. The little toddlers now will have to start getting jobs by the time they are 12 and have no life but work. This just comes to show that jealously should be greatly suppressed.

Absolutely Cliche but Absolutely True




Two of my best friends and I recently took a trip with the swim team this past weekend to St. George. The whole week I was getting so excited to go on this trip because I generally like trips. My friends were getting quite annoyed at me because I kept asking them if they were excited. We had it all planned out what we were going to do and how much fun we were going to have and everything would be perfect. But as you know nothing ever goes as planned. It all started when the bus wasn't where we thought it would be when it picked us up at the school. You might wonder why such a trivial thing started the downfall of the trip, but when you have many bags that you personally have to carry you don't want to have to walk very far anywhere. This just made everyone a little put out. The second thing that added on was that our coach wouldn't tell us who would be in our rooms at the motel. This made us a little more annoyed with the trip. And after being on the bus for a couple hours made us all screaming to just get out and away from eveyone.
Our first meet was in Richfield so after the meet everyone was tired, hungry and cranky. No one was really enjoying what was happening so far; anybody would snap at any given time with frustration. We stopped for dinner and was finally on our way to St. George. About three hours later we made it to our motel and when we pulled up everyone's jaws dropped; it was not what was expected. The only good thing about it was that we were in rooms with the people that we wanted. The room that was given to my buds and I was the only smoking room out of all the swimmers. According to our coach it was not supposed to be one. The room smelled awful, the blankets were hole-y and the room was teeny-tiny. This was just not good to the already foul mood we were in. It was making us all grouchy and we were saying things that probably should not have been said to each other.
In the morning everyone had complaints about their rooms. When we left that place, everyone was smiling with relief. We went to our next meet, did very well, and went home. On the way home everyone was in a much lighter mood and not as many horrible things happened to us. When we got off the bus it was like everyone ran to get away and go home as fast as they could with barely a goodbye.
You could be wondering as to why I was so excited for this trip, and why, even with the stinky room, I still had fun. It really is simple, my friends. They always make everything better no matter how horrible it is. They helped me see the better side of things on this trip, like as to how we actually are lucky to not always smell like smoke and that I like them a lot better when I haven't been stuck on a bus with them for five hours(eventhough it was fun. sorry about the tears-welling-up-thing becky). The trip sure made me appreciate them even more. I could tell that they really cared about what happens to me when they yell at me for stupid things I've done. I've really got the best friends I ever could've asked for. And this trip put it in a whole new perspective.


(Hey you girlies out there that I wrote about, umm...if you need a tissue after you read this, come to me and I'll give you one)

. . : : Makaela Belle : : . .




New babies are always loved, fondled, and are never wanting for anything. They are constantly being talked over how cute they are and how much they look like the parents. My sister has had her first baby girl on the first and this baby has not been put down once. There is always someone about who is dying to hold her even if its just her dad or grandma. She is fought and argued over with my siblings. What is it that makes babies so adored? Besides them being so cute and small they have a certain innocence around that can be found no where else. This innocence attracts many people because it is something that all of us don't have anymore; it's something we crave. When holding a baby you feel more calm knowing that you are holding something pure that has not yet had the chance to spoil the simplicity of its life. We all in our everyday lives are wanting the things we can't have and when we see this perfect little baby that has not a care in the world we want to get as close to it as possible so we take every chance we can to be near to things that are pure. Babies have something that we will never again have while we are alive and we are jealous in a way a wish to once again be careless.