So today is the first day of the new job! I started to write this post many times but then would stop because it was seemingly more tweet than blog worthy. I am part nervous, part excited, and that’s basically it.
It’s something entirely new as a career and I have no doubt that transitioning from hobbyist to a career in digital marketing will be a challenge. However, I also know I am starting small, part-time and we are all committed to being patient with each other.
It feels strange starting something new. It’s probably been since starting the job in accounting which was way out of my wheelhouse. I also was thinking back to the the first day in the MTC and the mission field.
Wondering what it was going to be like and if I could do it. On one hand I want to give both of the Rachel’s at those points a hug and say ‘you’ll get through the tough times’ and also say ‘you do it and you do it well’.
Looking back on those experiences I realize the worrying was justified and it wasn’t. Those were some of the toughest times of my life beginning but the worry of failure wasn’t really justified. I wasn’t perfect but I think I turned into a good missionary and then accounting clerk. Regardless it all worked out for the best.
What about you my friends? What in your 30’s+ have you started anew, afresh? Whether a new marriage, job, child etc? Were you excited and freaked out like me? Any advice? How has it been different starting something new in your 30s vs 20s? It seems like it could be more challenging and yet more rewarding. Would love to hear your perspectives.
This morning we had a conference call to go over the company I will be working for and in the next week will be filling out forms and starting projects. It is a new position so there will be some moving and stretching as we figure out what works best for everyone. I will probably be going out to Georgia sometime this summer to see the facilities and meet my co-workers. The main offices are in Dalton Georgia so that should be a fun place to visit.
So that was basically it. We did a basic orientation of the company and most of the answers to questions were ‘I’ll get back to you on that’.
I think I may just have to read Julia Child’s book My Life in France. It’s one of my favorites for a lot of reasons but I love that she had the guts to change her life later in life. She didn’t graduate from culinary school till she was almost 39. Then she spent the next 10 years of her life working on Mastering the Art of French Cooking and in 1961 when she was 49 it was published.
Everything we know about Julia Child started then. At 50 she became the Julia Child we all know with the debut of The French Chef. How many people do you know that have started something so big at 50? It’s so inspiring to me.
Her marriage to Paul Child is another inspiration to me. They met when she was 32 and married at 34. He seems to have been worth waiting for. As an artist he no doubt wanted to be creative and energetic but he chose to work as a bureaucrat for his job so that Julia could go to culinary school and write her book. What a wonderful example of love and support.
Most people would find the notion of a housewife going to Le Cordon Blu in the 60s to be silly but not Paul Child. In fact, it was his insistence that kept her motivated when it got difficult.
I wasn’t planning on talking about Julia and Paul on this post but they are an inspiration to me and as I start this new journey I hope to embrace the adventure like them.
Read My Life in France. I know you will love it!
So share with me your new experiences. What you learned from them? What your inspiration was? What was tougher at 30 than at 20? What was easier? Thanks in advance.
It’s late but I wanted to do a quick thank you. All of my friends are posting daily thank you’s on facebook which is awesome but really today there is one major thing I am thankful for. I am thankful to all of you. I had a rough October but November has started out great. Thank you to all of you for reading no matter my mood or topic. I know there are readers who follow religiously but haven’t made a comment in years (Becca and Suzanna I know you read!). I am so grateful. I hope you know that.
Thank you for reading when I inspire you. Thank you for reading when I tick you off a little bit. Thank you for reading when I bore you. Thank you for reading when I make you laugh. Aside from friends and faith, it is the best thing in my life. Thank you especially to the people who read regularly not just when I do something bold.
I sound like I’m dieing or something or winning an Oscar but I really am grateful. I told my siblings that all I really wanted for Christmas was for them to comment on my blog every week or so. I’m partly kidding but it really does mean a lot to me when people read. I am also grateful to my sisters Meg and Anna for being the standout family readers by far and away. Thanks!
I suppose it means a lot to any writer when people actually read what they write (go figure I know) and I’m no different. It feels like you have a legacy and people might remember you for something. Who doesn’t want that?
I’m grateful to my swim friends, trainers, writing group, twitter friends, cousins, coworkers, voice teachers, fellow parishioners…I could go on. I really am just grateful.
What brought this all on is I was talking with a friend in the stake presidency who has taken my letter on the midsingles situation and shown it to area leadership and asked a question on the topic to two apostles. It meant a lot to me to be taken seriously and to feel like just maybe I did something good with my words.
Maybe nothing will come of it. Maybe it will just make a few of the people who commented feel understood but that’s good enough for me.
Hey, it made me feel understood and isn’t that why I started this whole thing?
In my first post on my preblog I said “First, I am never going to be happy living my life for other people’s expectations. Second, I need to take more comfort from the love of those that care for me instead of being devastated by the criticism of those that don’t. Third, I have to be my own advocate.
Why is it that I seem to believe in other people more than I believe in myself?Honestly, I think I am my toughest critic. I am starting to accept that I am not proving anything to anyone by the way I live my life. I have to believe that those that come into contact with me, including my employers, are lucky to know me. That I am valuable just for being me” (pretty good advice. I should listen to myself sometimes).
That was written in 2007 and the blog has certainly proven that last statement to be true 1,000 times. I am valuable for just being me and writing.
“The best word shakers were the ones who understood the true power of words. They were the ones who could climb the highest. One such word shaker was a small, skinny girl. She was renowned as the best word shaker of her region because she knew how powerless a person could be WITHOUT words.”
So tomorrow I go back to my home in Utah, get back to work and training for my swims in my free time. Aside from a little stomach ache today, I’ve had a great time and it was a nice break from my everyday life.
I don’t know how detailed I can get without shaming people but I learned a lesson this week I felt was worth sharing with all of you.
When I was about 17 I had an experience that stuck with me. I had always felt bad about my weight and felt like it was something I couldn’t fix that I wanted to fix. I was at a family reunion that summer when someone said something cruel about my eating ice cream and I threw the ice cream away and stormed out in tears.
My brother, who I was not normally close with, got very angry, stood up for me and stormed out of the restaurant, walking the rest of the way home. My parents, uncle and cousins were also very supportive and the incident blew over with probably nobody remembering it but maybe my brother and me (although he claims to remember nothing from his childhood).
Well, that’s always stayed with me and on Friday night I was with the same person eating ice cream again and he/she made another comment about my weight and at first I s laughed it off but then I got mad. This time instead of storming out I stood up for myself and said
‘You know what…..I know you would be happier if I was skinny but you will just have to deal with it’ and then I left the table and cried outside. I’d say an improvement in 15 years wouldn’t you? I was pretty upset and frustrated that nothing seemed to have changed over such a long period of time, that nothing I had done in the intervening years had made a dent or changed that person’s attitude towards me. I was still the same girl eating ice cream, feeling bad about myself.
For a second I felt 17 again…How could a situation mirror itself so closely after all that time?
Or was it? This time it was not my brother, Dad or cousins standing up for me. It was me, and yes I felt the tears of 15 years of frustration and pain, but I had said something that made an impact. In fact, the next day I had flowers and a letter of apology from the person. Forgiveness was granted and yet none of that would have happened if I had kept my mouth shut and smiled through the ridicule or if I had made an unsightly scene. I certainly had not received an apology at 17.
Maybe all of us had learned something in the last 15 years after all? Hurray for humanity and a victory for underdogs out there.
Normally I am a huge goal setter. I love having a plan and motivating myself to do better, be better. As you all know my life has been overwhelmed lately with the building of my house and my move. So much so that I haven’t been able to eat well and my stomach has been continually upset. I wish I could control this but I can’t.I’ve thrown up a lot, had nausea, sleep apnea, insomnia, stomach cramping, headaches and asthmatic episodes and I actually think I’ve handled it all pretty well for me….Sigh
So with this in mind I had an interesting experience yesterday. I met with my nutrition counselor on Saturday and she tried 3 times to get me to set goals- goals for the New Year, goals for the month, and then I think getting a little desperate, goals for the week. I just couldn’t do it! My brain couldn’t formulate one goal. Even as she asked me I felt my heart begin to race and my stomach churn. My whole body felt raw, wrung out and tired. Really kind of numb… I just shook my head and said ‘I can’t do it. I have no idea’.
This is highly unusual for me but it was in fact a healthy choice for me to make. I’m kind of proud of myself.
I told her that I knew I was in a vulnerable spot and whatever goals I set would become obsessive for me. I’m searching for things I can control and diet goals are something I could go way overboard in feeling I can control. I just knew I had to step back and take it one day at a time. It’s a good thing that I am getting to the point in my mental health where I can tell I am vulnerable and when I am not. Right now I just need acceptance, congratulations and as much normality as possible.
No goals! No resolutions! Just survival! I feel a little guilty even saying that but its true. I need to coast for a month until I get in this darn house and then it will be back to the goal setting Rachel.
Does that make sense? I can only take so much and I also feel I need to savor the moment and be grateful for the blessings of so many changes. It would be easy to distract myself from the fear of change with a diet rush or some other goal, obsess into that instead of dealing with all the new and absorbing it with fearlessness.
So there you go. No goals! Just going to try and be happy to be me.
I have exciting news! I’ve decided to get a roommate for the 3rd bedroom of my house. This will probably come as a big surprise to some of my friends and family who have heard me defend the lifestyle of living alone. I am as surprised by it as anyone else. What can I say it just felt like the right thing to do. It’s going to be an adjustment but I’m looking forward to something new and making new friends.
Financially its a no brainer. I will be making more money on tenants than I am currently spending on rent and I will end up with more square footage and nicer space even with the space allocated for tenants. I will have an office and a huge master suite so there should be tons of privacy. Sharing a kitchen might be challenging at first, but I’m up for a challenge.
All 3 of my tenants I found via craigslist (something I swore I’d never do again) and I checked references (the girl who is rooming with me goes to my old ward and knows a lot of the same people I know. Small world). You never know with things like this but taking risk is part of life. I feel as confident as is possible that they will be awesome tenants and it will be a great thing for me. Regardless I know its what Heavenly Father wants me to do and that is what is most important. I am sure it
is His will. I can’t wait to see why He wants me to do this and the blessings that unfold.
Life is certainly full of twists and turns. So, they also announced that my house will be done 12-31-12. What a fun New Years present! I’m going to give my notice on Monday at my current place just to give a little more leeway if something goes wrong (like a blizzard comes in or the appraisal gets delayed. Whatever). This means my move in date will probably be around the 5th. Get ready friends to help me move! (Thanks in advance!)
Other news…I’m not going home for Christmas this year. This is the first time in my adult life except for my mission and I really went back and forth over the decision but talking with my Dad today confirmed it will be best for me to stay here and get ready for the move. I just know the anxiety of travel combined with moving will be too much. (I hope my family knows how truly agonizing the decision was for me. I felt really sad and even a little guilty not coming. Hard to explain but true). Plus, saving money before closing never hurts and my parents are coming out the next week anyway so it would really only be for the day.
It does make me a little sad to know I am 31 and spending Christmas alone…I don’t think that is anyone’s ideal but it is what it is. I’m certainly going to be less lonely come the beginning of the year so no complaining there! God has His own timing for my life and I just have to keep faith. He knows me and He has certainly been guiding me as I’ve gone through this housing and subsequent tenant search, I have to believe he will guide me in ALL parts of my life.
The Christmas season isn’t going to be that different. I just have a little bitty tree (the tree I got from my mission) instead of my large memory tree (still doing 2012 memory ornaments).
I am also making this the season of the Messiah Sing-In. Always a tradition for me since I was a little girl but this year I am going to three! Nothing like it. Makes me emotional every time I hear it. I think of my mission when I had some deep lonely times and the music always made me feel at home. I listened to it year-round.
Next week I am having the 2nd Annual Christmas Swimfest, which I am excited about. This is something I invented last year to give back to my swimming family. We do a solid workout set and than a bunch of goofy relays like exchanging t-shirts after a lap or eating a saltine cracker in-between laps (its really hard!).
I’m going to try and think of some holiday themed relays and already have some (nutcracker relay, back stroke with foot out of water like a ballerina). If you have any ideas let me know. I debated about doing the Swimfest this year because of the move and everything but I’m glad I decided to do it. It’s really the least I can do and after doing 3 of them already it’s not much work. Getting the word out is probably the hardest part, so if you are in the area come out- Gene Fullmer pool 10 am.
I am also going to Christmas Carol on the 18th with my best friend Emily and her husband. Hurray! This is always a highlight of the holidays for me. I love the message of redemption in the story of Scrooge and that nobody is a lost cause to Jesus.
So, as you can see I will have plenty to keep me busy (and there’s more I could listen, let alone packing up my apartment!). Still, I’m a little concerned with Christmas Day itself. What can I do on that day to make it not seem lonely but happy and full of a spirit of giving to others? (I am doing a sub-4-santa type project but that will be done this Saturday, not Christmas Day). I’ve thought about going to a midnight mass at Cathedral of the Madeline. I’ve always wanted to do that but never been able to step away from family. It could be a neat community experience.
What would you do if you had Christmas alone? How would you make it special? I’d be especially curious for those who have spent Christmas alone and what they have done to ensure it wasn’t a big pity party. (Oh and I just want to clarify that I am not staying at home as some kind of revenge to my family. So many of the posts I read online were of that vein. As chaotic as they can sometimes be, I’m actually sad to be away from my family at Christmas).
Please forgive for this somewhat rambling post. Lots of news to catch you up on. (Oh also next week I am going to a speed dating activity in Salt Lake. Wish me luck!)
Oh and I also want to see Les Miserables on Christmas Day if anyone wants to come with!
So I know I say things like this all the time but it doesn’t make it any less true- today was one of the best days of my life! It was so wonderful! Its hard to believe that I ever contemplated doing anything else and that I could be the same human being that was so miserable on Tuesday. I wish I wasn’t such a spazz and had a constant, even tone to my days but alas that’s just not my style.
The one thing about an insanely hard week with a seemingly impossible deadline and a near-panic attack is that everything can only go up from there and boy did it. I’m so glad I decided to spend the money (and it wasn’t too bad actually) and treat myself to a weekend of rehabilitation and rejuvenation. I needed it so badly!
For starters I finished the month end in time!!!! I still can’t believe it! Hurray! Heavenly Father really does answer prayers and help you do the impossible when you have faith. Seriously.
So done with my Friday free (hurray!) I set out for a massage at my gym. (Would have asked my dear friend Jill but she had to take a 9 to 5’er for insurance 😦 ). Anyway, got a one hour massage and it was heaven. Seriously if I was rich I’d have a massage every week.
Oh I forgot I got to the massage late because I was cleaning my car because my folks are using it this week and guess what I threw into the recycle dumpster? Yes, my keys. It was quite the endeavor to get them out climbing up on a laundry basket that was in the dumpster and hurling myself into the cardboard. It actually hurt and I have bruises but I got the keys! Nothing was going to get me down!
After the massage I got the car wash and then headed to the hotel. I am staying that the City Center Marriott in Salt Lake. I stayed here once before when in 2007 I along with 4 of my friends celebrated the last day of a job I hated and the beginning of a happy Rachel. It is honestly one of the happiest memories of my life. So, naturally I have a special fondness for the hotel and its luxurious accomadations (amazing robes, tons of pillows, soft sheets, thick curtains etc). Just look at the pillows!
They weren’t ready for me right away so I went off to have some lunch. At first I walked the wrong way and so I asked these businessmen if they knew of any good lunch places. “There’s Carl’s Jr” they responded. Isn’t that rude? For all they knew I was a visitor to their city. I would never do that. Anyway, nothing was going to get me down so I headed the other way and went to wells fargo to deposit a check and asked the teller if he knew a good place “The Robin’s Nest” he said. It was just around the corner so I went and checked it out.
I figure in lunch places it is always a good sign when the line is long and the tables are full. This was the case at Robin’s Nest. Everything was delicious from the bread to the orzo side pasta. I got the gobbler (turkey ‘thanksgiving’ style sandwich with cranberry relish, mayo, lettuce ect). The half was huge and the lunch combo came with drink (fresh squeezed lemonade no extra), orzo pasta or chips and a dessert bite (I got the lemon square although everything looked fabulous). I heard Bobby Flay say that ‘delicious’ was passe as a food adjective so I’m not sure what word to use. It was scrumptious. Perfect lunch.
Once I checked into the hotel I read for a little bit on my fluffy pillows and then napped for about 30 minutes. Feeling great I headed up to the pool/hot tub and had a great swim. As a Masters Swimmer (I was going to say competitive but I don’t know if last in every race really counts as competitive) I naturally always wear training swimsuits. So, it is nice to occasionally swim just for fun and wear a suit that feels a tiny bit more attractive. Is that terrible to say?
At the pool they had this sign that made me laugh. Kind of a challenge to the whole weekend in a way!
After a refreshing and relaxing swim/soak I came back and read some more and worked on my novel. It’s just a silly thing I’ve toyed with over the years. I am going to finish it for the national novel writing month in November. If I don’t I have to do a polar bear swim! (Its a bet with my friend Abby).
Next up I went headed to dinner. My friend Heidi had recommended The Copper Onion to me and as it is minutes from my hotel I thought it’d be a perfect fit. Boy was she right. I have never been to such a nice restaurant in my life. Everything was beautifully presented and tasted sublimely good. Best restaurant meal I’ve ever had.
I decided to try different things. Be bold and daring because that’s the kind of day it was! So here are the courses:
For appetizer crispy pork belly salad with pickled vegetables. I’ve always wanted to try pork belly and it did not disappoint. The salad was rich, decadent, salty, sweet, spicy (pickled jalapenos). So good!
Then I got the duck which I’ve never had before. I’ve always heard it was too fatty and I hate eating chicken fat. Figured wouldn’t like duck fat any more than chicken. But this was perfectly cooked. The fat was completely rendered out with a crispy skin, cooked medium rare. Then underneath the duck breast was duck confit (holy cow yum!) and a baby portabello mushroom that was the best mushroom I’ve ever had. All accompanied with a butternut squash puree that was like butter and a mixed green salad with roasted peppitas. (Salivating yet? Wait until you see the photo).
Then for dessert I had a chocolate pudding that was divine. It was rich with a crunchy topping and whipped cream. It had sea salt or something sprinkled in to counter the sweetness.
I cleaned my plate in every course but the great thing is I didn’t feel stuffed or even overly-full. I felt perfectly satisfied. The food was not overflowing like at chains but it was all delicious and memorable, which I’d take any day over quantity. I got all of that delicious food plus a drink for $40. Doesn’t that seem like a pretty good deal? You’d pay triple that in New York or San Fran.
The thing I appreciated the most about the restaurant was how accommodating they were to me as a single diner. I’ve tried to eat at nicer places by myself and felt literally singled out and that I was an inconvenience for a busy waiter wanting more tips. This is why I usually get take out not because I’m afraid of being alone at a meal but because it isn’t a pleasant experience as a rule.
Tonight was totally different. First of all The Copper Onion has a bar (a suggestion I often give single diners as it easy to find someone to talk with and does not feel so isolating as a big empty table) with a separate bar menu but they also have what they call the counter. This is like a separate bar area that faces the chefs. It was so much fun seeing everything get made and smelling all the dishes! My waitress was wonderful. Kind, accommodating and extremely knowledgeable about the entire menu (she was partly responsible for my bold orders!). See the smile on my face!
The meal was sublime and when I finished it was 6:50 and as I walked past The Broadway theater next door to the restaurant I noticed that Perks of Being a Wallflower was playing at 7. Perfect timing! The Broadway is one of the only independent theaters in Utah and while many of their choices seem a bit dreary for my tastes this was a film I’d been wanting to see.
It is definitely not for everyone but I loved it. Its funny, sad, different and the dialogue is perfect. I think it is one of the few movies I’ve seen that gets the feel a high school experience right. Most movies about teenagers feel like the show Glee that is mostly starring 30 year old actors in high school. This was much more authentic. I don’t know if I totally bought some of the darker elements but still very emotionally satisfying to see something original and different. I felt inspired!
Here’s the thing that made today special. I have obviously lived alone for many years of my adult life. I’ve gone to movies alone, eaten alone, even went on a cruise alone, but I don’t’ know if I have ever spent a day with basically no companionship and had such a spectacular time. It is really gratifying to know that I can be that happy all by myself. I think I have to remember that when I’m feeling lost and out of control. I have the power to feel happy all by myself even without all the luxurious trappings to prop me up.
I feel proud of myself. I did something that nobody else I know to my knowledge has done. I spent the whole day by myself and had a spectacular time. Granted most everyone I know doesn’t even have that option but still its nice to know I can do it.
Even more than that, its nice to know I can relax like a real human being. Feels like forever since I’ve relaxed. Since Hawaii for sure. And how great to have achieved my Hawaii zen right in my own hometown for pennies on the dollar of what I’d spend on any trip, anywhere. What a freeing concept! I look forward to many more adventures! It’d be great if some of my friends joined me but also great to do it alone. How freeing is that?
Most importantly I feel like I can conquer the world again. I wish I didn’t get the anxiety and I am getting better at dealing with it but I’m grateful in a way for it because it forced me to take action and create happiness for myself. I learned that making a decision is a freeing experience and then planning for joy is the only way to really get it. Rarely is it presented to you for free.
I’m grateful to God for giving me this day. In the world of billions of souls going about there day He proved once again this week to me that HE KNOWS ME and HE WORKS MIRACLES! I can’t wait to hear Him speak through His prophets tomorrow. I will have notebook in hand and am confident I will receive instruction and inspiration. I am so blessed. I am so grateful. I am so inspired. I am so HAPPY!
This may be the post I am the most proud of. I hope it comes across the way I intend. I hope it inspires someone.
Today for Family Home Evening I decided to see the controversial documentary Bully. This has been something I’ve been a bit anxious for but knew I needed to do because of my own experience being bullied. The odd part about the movie is I wasn’t that emotional while watching but then as soon as I got in my car I started to bawl. I felt all emotions of anger, frustration, despair and a little bit of hope.
Some have criticized the movie because it doesn’t go into the mindset of the bullies themselves. My response is that every story cannot tell every story. This is a movie about the victims and how futile the school system is in helping deal with these problems. Granted their task is daunting but the attitude of ‘kids will be kids’ is far too present.
There is one scene in the movie where a principal actually forces a little boy to shake hands with his tormentor (a valid concept until you find out this has happened again and again with the bully feigning an apology each time).
The victim has the courage to not shake hands and the teacher says
“You’re just like him”.
The boy says “Except I don’t hurt people”.
Can you imagine if we expected such things of adults? Do we expect rape victims to shake hands with their accusers and if they don’t are they ‘just like him.”? It made me so mad I wanted to throw something at the screen. I actually said ‘unbelievable’ out loud and then 2 girls in the theater looked at me.
One of my favorite moments was the Mom of a boy named Alex meeting with a principal that despite proof of abuse on a bus claimed ‘I’ve ridden that bus and they are good as gold’. The Mother says ‘When I was a child that bus would have been pulled over until the bad behavior stopped’. That’s what we have lost. Now I’m not advocating physical discipline for children but to pretend like adults have to sway over the behavior of children is just wrong.
Children should be safe and protected at home and school- in fact sometimes they need to be safer at school than in some homes. I know in my case little was done to stop bullying that lasted for nearly 2 years despite repeated requests from my parents.
It is a complicated problem but a couple things I suggest:
1. CHANGE SCHOOLS– My parents changing schools literally changed my life. I was fortunate enough to be able to go to private school and then my family moved but there are always other options. There are charter schools, online schools, homeschool, tutors, whatever. Anything is better than someone being a in situation where they are tormented. Its like sending an abused women into a closed building with their abuser 8 hours a day. Be open-minded, pray for direction and you will find something else that works.
2. Teach your children about differences and expose them to a variety of people. Talk to them about bullying and what they can do if they see someone who is being treated unkindly or most importantly being ignored. Teach them to look for people that seem a little different and try to befriend them. When they don’t like someone try to discuss what it is and how if possible they can learn to love that person. I’m not saying they have to be friends with everyone, that isn’t realistic but each kid that tries is one less bully.
One of the Mom’s who lost her son to a bullying related suicide said ‘He cried and then it got to the point where he didn’t cry and then it became difficult to know what’s going on’. Watch for those early tears…
3. Find something your child is good at and nourish that skill. Everyone is good at something (or at least enjoys something) and usually you can find someone else who shares that interest.
4. Make sure your children have one person in their life who is an uncompromising cheerleader. Parents have to discipline their children and say things they may not like but I was immeasurably benefited by several people who loved me unfailingly including my Grandpa Richards and my young women’s leader Sister Potter. They never gave me ‘constructive criticism’. I was always beautiful and perfect. Everyone needs that kind of cheerleader. Whether its a boys or girls club or a mentor look for that for your children.
5. Speak out about your history being bullied. Each of us that speaks adds another voice to the world, one more voice that says ‘It gets better’. ‘It will be OK’. ‘Don’t give up’. ‘God loves you’.
6. This is just my opinion but I think rough housing and mean joking should be avoided. A lot of the bullying in the movie starts out as rough housing and honestly may be viewed by the bullies as just fun but it turns so fast. One of the kids in the movie has a sister that teases him a little bit. At one point she says ‘LOSER spells Alex’. Things like this are not helpful and should be disciplined when possible. Again, I’m not a Mom so its just my opinion as an observer.