Battle Scars.

I've never been the one to whimper about getting hurt. I was very much clumsy growing up so I hurt myself all the time. I was use to falling down or bumping into something. Like I said I clumsy so it didn't surprise my self when I did something like that. Now,I whimper when I get hurt.

Today I got hurt at a work. I hurt my hand very bad and it is already swollen. I refuse to go to the doctor because I am not paying for someone to tell me it's just a bruise. I probably need an x-ray of it. In fact I know I need an X-ray for it because a family friend who is an medic with the rescue squad told me so.But I refuse to go. I hate hospitals and doctors,They freak me out.

I know how I did it this time. I got my hand shut in a metal door. I didn't do it thought. A co-worker didn't realize that my hand was in the door and when she went to go shut it I had my hand right there and boom there you go.

I don't know maby I should go to the doctor. I already have it wrapped so maby that will be ok. Maby I will just wait until the morning and see if it's ok then. I am stubborn. I wish that I could be like when I was little and just not whimper but it really,really hurts. Oh well It will stop hurting in a while I guess. Hopefully.

The Very Picky Eater.

Every since I was little I have been a very picky eater. I hate that I am a picky eater but I am. When I was little my grandparents could get me to eat things by telling me that is was something different that what it really was. If I would have known that then, I never would have eaten some of the things that they put on my plate.

I really don't know how I became a picky eater,I just know I did. When I was little I was worse than I am now. I would not touch anything until someone told me what was in it and what it was. That is why when I would go to a restaurant I would order something simple like french fries or ice cream because I didn't know what was in anything else.

I think one of the reasons why I became such a picky eater is because,when I was little my grandparents would always try to get me to taste new things. When my grandmother,would fix dinner she would put hidden ingredients in things like onions,or tomatoes just nasty things like that. Then she would try to hide them from me and would not tell me they were in there until I would finish my meal. There is a few times that I would catch her,but a lot of the times she would get things past me.

Now that I am grown and in college and have a place of my own and have to fix my self dinner I can control what all goes into my food and control what I eat. I have gotten a little better with not being so picky but I still nit pick at my food from time to time.I think in way I always will.

Now don't get me wrong my grandmother still tries to get me to eat new things but now I can catch her and watch her when she tries to do things like that. I know I should not be a picky eater but like I said It is just a force of habit that I have to live with but I don't mind. Maby one day I will get over being picky and just eat what is in front of me. Who knows only time will tell.

The Importance Of A Name.

How many people have you heard complain about either their actual name or last name or even their middle name? Well I know that I have all the time. Well with me I like my name. My name is actually very important to me and it is something that I treasure everyday.

See,before I was born my great grandmother said that if my mom had a child she would like it to be called Lyndsie Nicole. Well,when my mom found out that she was having a girl she decided to name me that because my great grandmother thought it was pretty and beautiful. So really if you think of it my great grandmother actually gave me my name and I am very honored that she game it to me.

We lost my grandmother last February,so now that I have this name it is like I am caring a little part of me with her with me everyday.

People should really look at their names,I mean really study them. Like I said,I have heard so many people complain that they do not like their names for what ever reasons. Names are so great. They identify who we are and make us who we are. Names can mean so many things. With mying my name means a tree. It is a Scottish name which I found out,and I find very cool and interesting.

There are so many places where names can come from and all of them have different meanings. That is what makes them so interesting . I mean,can you imagine if everybody was walking around with no names. That would be horrible. So just be thankful for your name. It make us who we are as a person and it makes us all different. Just don't complain about your names and be thankful that we all got a name.To me in order to appreciate your name you should understand it. So my advice for today is look up your name, Find out where it comes from and what it means. It might surprise you,who knows. You never know until you try.