Mean Girls Never Grow Up

You know that one girl in high school who was really popular, often pretty and really, really mean? Yes you do. You can picture her. Perhaps you were that girl.

"Who me?" you ask.

"Yes you!" I exclaim.

I've concluded that mean girls never change. They remain the same and they never ever grow up. Some of you might be thinking that I need to grow up because I'm harping on a subject that is so overplayed and so old, that it's well old. But I just need to vent. I'd like to get it out before my glorious three day mini-vacation weekend.

A mean girl is like a hawk. She can smell weakness and blood, and she circles and waits for the opportunity to swoop down and snatch up her defenseless prey with her razor-sharp talons. She's been trained to prey on the weak. And when she's done with the carcass of her prey she moves on to the next helpless creature unlucky enough to be in her view.

What's really sad is that this doesn't just happen in high school. This pattern of seek and destroy, follows the mean girl throughout adulthood. I'm sure that there is some repentance and that some mean girls do change, but many grow up to be seasoned master-manipulators and well something else that I'm just too polite to say.

I'm done with my rant. I'm not bitter, just irritated. There are times that I wish I could be mean right back, but that's just not my nature. Instead I'm going to work on getting better at standing up to the mean girls and moving on with my life. Who wants to be the same person they were in high school? Not I.

Green

Green, green, green. Did I mention green? I absolutely love the color green. I'm not sure why, but I have always gravitated to some shade of the color of the eco-friendly. It's not that I'm an eco freak or an extremist tree hugger. I have nothing against them. Eco freaks and tree huggers need love too. I just love most things that are green. There are certain shades like the split-pea-baby-puke green and the neon-so-bright-it's-blinding green that are not really my cup of tea, but overall, it's my favorite color. And it really makes me happy.

When I envision my perfect house, I picture clean lines and simple white furniture and green accents throughout. I also imagine a garden filled with luscious green foliage and a lot of bright cheerful flowers. Green is more than just a color to me. It makes me happy. When I think about green I can't help but smile. I know it sounds a bit wacky, but green truly lifts my spirits.