Mountah Ash's Musings

The musings of a chronically ill girl named after a tree.

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Monday, June 21, 2010

Pass it on

Most people like the game tag. In fact, I can only think of a few that don't. If you do, here is something kinda like tag. The only thing is, every time you play this, you feel happy, and even if YOU don't, you might make someone's day. Now, even if you don't like tag I am going to ask you to please continue reading. This game is called "pass it on".
Maybe it is not really a game, but what I figured is , if we think of it as a game, we might be more willing to do this. This is how it works.

If you had a bad day at work or just in general, and someone gives you a hug or helps you in any other way, say thank you. But don't stop there. Pass it on. Pass it on to someone else who looks upset.

If you are in a bad mood and someone brings you to your senses, pass it on. Wake someone else up.

If you are in pain and someone helps you, not because they have to, but because they can, Pass it on.

Now, I think you get the general idea of this "game". But don't always let the same person start.
It is your turn to be "it".
Go help someone who needs help.
When they thank you and ask what they can do in return, just tell them to pass it on. Sometimes, they may not thank you. Sometimes, they may not even seem to want help. But let me tell you, if you do choose to play this game, you may touch someones heart, maybe even change a life.

So now go out and help someone who needs it. Pass it on.

Monday, June 14, 2010

Just Today

Just today I wish I did not love reading, so I was not wondering what is next in The Order of the Phoenix during grammar. 
Just today I wish I did not love singing so I could focus on school. (although singing science terms does help.) Just today do I wish that we did not have an outdoor cat, so I did not have to race to pause science, and chase him around the yard to save a chipmunk. 
Just today I wish I did not have an OCD dog who follows me around begging for her herding ball.
Just today I wish that...... well I guess that's about it actually. Ah well, back to school for me. But one more thing.
Just today I wish I did not love blogging so I can get school done faster. But I guess that's the way the ball rolls. And the way my mind works. 
This post is all thanks to our cat Mickey, and the chipmunk that was caught. As you can see I am inspired by random odd things. Also, please to not start hoping for any normal posts, because those happen once in a blue moon. 
The Title warned you that it is Mountain Ash MUSINGS. Not "Normal non-crazy everyday things." Musings is the key word there. So long.

Saturday, June 5, 2010

My silly Father

My silly Father. His new thing is to say "Mike has become a fan of......" He thinks it is the height of hilarity. He is not a big technology person. He probably would not go on facebook if you payed him. So instead of becoming a fan of things by clicking, he just says it. This morning he said out of the blue "Mike has become a fan of Coffee" and just a few minutes ago "Ooh Mike has become a fan of these potatoes" I swear if you live here you are almost always laughing at something someone said or did.

Can you spot them?

See if you can spot the six mythical creatures throughout my blog header.  If you can, leave a comment saying that you found them but NOT where they are.  I know its kinda stupid and they are not that hard to find, but its something to do and I had fun putting the header together.

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

To Be a Part of Nature

As I sit here at my desk, I catch myself looking out the window time and time again. It is a hazy, damp day. The plants are budding, and there is a small cluster of daisys growing among the rocks. The wisteria’s runners are slowly creeping around the hydrangea, mint, and iris. Baby wood rats and chipmunks scurry around the yard. The birds are chirping and singing their lovely songs. The thinner branches, swaying in the crisp, light breeze. I can hear the faint rustling of squirrels playing in the leaves. I find myself wishing I could hear the wind whispering to the trees and understand the mystery of it all. Oh, to be a part of nature and hear it’s lovely song.