In the middle of brainstorming for a summer event for our teen line, I decided to stop and read this book that's been lying around in our room. "Really Important Stuff my Kids Have Taught Me" by Cynthia Copeland Lewis is such a fun, quick read. A few lines actually made me feel better. I'm feeling really blaaaahh today. But I'll get over it for sure.
I wrote down my fave lines:
It's more fun to color outside the lines.
Sometimes, it's smart to be scared.
If you're going to draw on the wall, do it behind the couch.
Hitting the kid with the ball might get you the ball, but it won't get you anyone to throw it to.
It does matter who started it.
Be silly.
If you're going to laugh, laugh out loud.
One thing you can't pretend to be is funny.
Don't always act your age.
Nobody can pedal the bike for you.
Where you're going is more important than where you stand.
A little kiss can make a big difference.
You have to eat a lot of cereal before you find the free toy.
Little crayons still make bright marks.
You won't catch a whale with a worm.
Getting lost teaches you how to read a map.
Picking your nose when no one is looking is still picking your nose.
It's hard to not like someone who likes you.
Hug people for no reason.
If you can't find a way through the crowd, make one.
If it hurts, stop doing it.
When in doubt, order a hotdog.
Everyday comes with a day after.
Dream.
If your dog doesn't like someone, you probably shouldn't either.
If you don't run, you won't trip, but you may never get there.
Don't pop someone's bubble.
Your echo will always answer.
If you stay clean, you'll never have fun.
Every good has a better and every bad a worse.
Sometimes, the biggest apple has the biggest worm.
You'll have to eat a little dirt along the way.
Everything looks different through tears.
Don't blow a spark unless you want a fire.
A tiny hole can empty a great big bucket.
If you can't name it, scrape it off your pizza.
No one does much living in the living room.
Stop when you're full.
Jump at the chance.
Crawling still gets you there.
Don't wait to be discovered.
The longer the rainstorm, the happier you are to see the sun.
It's hard to save the best for last.
Bunny @ Wednesday, September 29, 2004
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about moi
Loves the beach, wishes she had more time and money to travel, recently got hooked to
climbing mountains, reads anything she can get her hands on, frustrated writer, adores her
3-year-old Lhasa Apso, Tashi,
constantly needs caffeine, wonders when she'll quit smoking, and will most
likely die due to liver complications from drinking too much (if the cigarettes
doesn't get to her lungs first). Can't live without accessories especially
big, dangling earrings, shoe freak (aren't we all?), sucker for discovering
hole-in-the-wall restaurants, will ingest anything spicy, enjoys giving and receiving
massages, addicted to Friends, Sex and the City and CSI, goes gaga over kids, dreams of
being alone with Jim Morrison and smoking a joint with Bob
Marley. Would love to party with Gwen Stefani, shop with Patricia Field, write poetry with
Maya Angelou and have Sting, Nelson Mandela, Mark Twain and Bono over for
dinner.
