Reward the Hard working .!

In the economy, times are hard and people are truly struggling. Jobs are hard to come-by and especially high end jobs that require more of your time and undivided attention. If an adult (or in this day and age maybe a teenager) happens to have a child or children, it becomes a choice between supporting their family or looking out for their family. The government should acknowledge the fact that people have to make this choice on a regular basis. 

 I really and truthfully think the government should provide free child care for working parents. It would encourage more parents to get up off their butts and get a job so they can provide for their children/child! Adults, sometimes use their children as a crutch. For example, if the child(ren) are too young to be at school then the parent has to stay home with the child(ren) and so they're unable to work.

 If the government started providing free child care to those who are working and need it, then that would eliminate the stress of wondering during the day, "I am not going to be able to work my second shift because I know that I have no one available to watch the kids." The government should really start caring about the citizens and help make these types of worries easier to deal with!

Everybody Needs Some Funn :)

            So when people ask you what’s most valuable to you, what are you going to say? You’re going to conjure up something sensitive and sentimental right?! Like for instance, “Hey Mr. or Mrs. So-and-so I feel that my family; friends; love; honesty; or education is most valuable to me!” Then the whole class is probably going to be like “AWEE,” all in unison and then you’re going to feel warm and fuzzy inside because you repeated another common value in life. Don’t get me wrong, nothing’s wrong with any of those answers and those are good and all….but me personally I need some flavor!

            If you ask me what do I value most in life you’re going to be shocked and probably look at me cross eyed. You know what? I’ll save you the trouble asking me…. I value having fun and enjoying life!

Some people don’t get a chance to enjoy any of their lives. Look around kids are stepping up and acting like adults, becoming parents all extra early, trying to be grown, and buckle down to their responsibilities. Well that’s nice but, we’re what 15 and 16 years old? We shouldn’t be trying to concentrate on how we’re going to pay the cable bill, at least not yet. We should be having fun which means, yes we make mistakes while picking up the lesson at the end. I’m always up for a good time. Invite me to go skating, the movie theatre, the bowling alley, or even to a football game; I’ll turn the simplest event into a fun loving activity for everybody! I believe in having fun because well….we have plenty of time for the seriousness and the poker faces later in life. I’m not talking drastic changes like go home and tell your mom’s that you decided you’re not babysitting your little brother Jay Jay or Harold because you’re going skating. You may get grounded or yelled at! I can’t help you there sorry!

Life is long yet short. I don’t know about anyone else but, I don’t want to grow up and then be mad that I never got to have any fun. I want to be able to make mistakes, get a couple laughs, enjoy being carefree, and just have fun. No one’s getting any younger so I’m running out of time. Having fun de-stresses me, kind of like having weekends to get breaks from school. When I’m feeling sad, I might call up some friends and go skating. If homework has been nerve racking then I might hit up a football game. No matter the feeling or how rough it gets I know that I can always be relieved… if I just go have fun!

           

One Missed Soul

            This past summer was very much boring to me until at about 6:00 am on August 10^th I was supposed to wake up, go to work with my mom and afterwards go school clothes shopping. My mom walked in my room and practically shook me awake, with tears flowing freely from her eyes. When I opened my eyes and looked at her I automatically thought the worst, which is exactly what it was. She looked at me, mournfully as if someone had just died. To my surprise, someone did. A woman that I called everyday to say hi and I love you too in Memphis, was gone. Since I was in a deep sleep when my mom walked into my room to break this horrible news to me, I went back to sleep after I heard my grandmother’s tear filled voice through the phone. The next time I awoke, I had passed the news by as simply a bad dream… but it wasn’t a dream. Reality sunk in my heart when I came downstairs to see my great-grandmother’s picture sitting by a cross shaped candle holder, candle lit, and the mood very grim. I immediately plopped down on the chair at the kitchen table and proceeded to cry. Her passing was such a shock to me because we had just drove down to Memphis, Tennessee for the 4^th of July to visit her in the rehabilitation center. They shortly released her to her home and I had talked to her and, my grandmother who was there taking care of her, everyday since she had arrived home. This wasn’t the most exciting thing that happened to me but, it was certainly the most traumatic. My great-grandmother meant the world to me and now that she’s no longer here, I find it hard to still dial that number and know that I can’t say hi or say I love you to her anymore.

            Even though this was a very sad time for me, some good did come out of it. I hadn’t really been around my mom’s side of the family that much, so this gave me a chance to meet them and interact with them. Which, is what my great-grandmother always wanted. I’m thankful that I got a chance to say goodbye, and then again say hello to so many new warm and inviting faces. That just goes to show you that sometimes good things can come from bad situations.

My Name

Have you ever heard someone sing an opera?  My name is ARIA, which is a long solo opera. Yeah, you know those usually extremely loud (viking looking) ladies that sound like metal pots and pans clanging together, while a desperate child cries for help. Well as beautiful as they’re singing can be, unfortunately it’s not for me!  My mom wanted to name me beautifully yet, intensively.

Before I was born my mom wanted to make my name special. She wanted it to have meaning but, at the same time uncommon. It had to be beautiful yet, have a story to it. My dad thought that I was going to be a boy, he undermined my mom, even though she KNEW I would be a girl.

When she finally came up with my name it was a combination of her name (Harrilyn) and my father’s name (Madara).

That’s exactly who I am, a beautiful combination of my parents. Sometimes loud, but I can be quiet. I can be funny, but I can be serious when needed. And even sometimes be lazy, but I have the grit to make it through in the end. Between me, my mom, and my dad: we all like to keep it simple. You catch us on a great day we can be bright, or garish. My dad can be more of a jokester or a buffoon and my mom is mostly serious, but she can be silly too. I have my moments where I
can be both or either one.

As most of you saw last year, I can be a handful. One thing that shows me your character is whether or not you allow me to be me, but always help me if you're able. I have nothing but love for whoever's willing to uncover it. So in a nutshell -----> :) I’m Aria Nicole Edmonds and I’m the one and only.

#1 Rule

My number one rule is DO NOT LIE TO ME OR ON ME. That's classified as being fake to me, therefore I do not need any of that extra drama. My reason for not wanting people to lie about me or on me is that I'm too nice and caring for you to do that! I give people too much benefit of the doubt personally for all of that. If you misunderstand or misinterpret whatever I say or do there's no reason why you can't address that to ME, not someone else. For example, if we have an argument and you go talking bad about me to someone else, not cool at all. If you have something to say about me come see me about me.