Heidi Malzahn:  

if you rode in my mom's car for field trips... if i picked you when we were picking people... if you were picked on, just like i was... if you have a happy thought or two about way back when we were school-mates... i would love to know you now. yes, i mean you. bring me your nerds, your geeks, your outcasts, your bullied and abused. the teased, the tormented for no good reason. the ones that were "too dumb" the ones that were "too smart". the ones that nobody liked. it was never our fault, who knows why they picked us to be picked on. maybe we weren't athletic enough, or we were too short, or our moms dressed us funny. what is really the difference between a cool kid and a nerd when you're 6? what is that intangible quality of a kid that makes them a target... and how do the "cool" (mean) kids know? why didn't anyone explain that when you're out of the club, there's no way in, and the more you try the more they despise you? the thing that i hate the most, is that even though i was a target myself, i know at times i was mean too... thinking that it would make me fit in better. it didn't. it just made me feel bad, and maybe i have an overactive sense of guilt for stupid mistakes i made when i was 8, but if i remember the stuff they did to me, then maybe you remember me teasing you. i hope i didn't, and if i did, i hope you don't remember it... and if you do, i hope there is room for forgiveness. i hate that i fell into that trap. that said, i am not here to dwell on the past. i like the future much better, and it would be delightful to have you in it! you should find me on fac3b00k right this instant! search... heidi steinke malzahn. or if you're not into fb send me an electronic mail at hsmalzahn at gmail dot com ...you should... it's not scary and i promise i will be thrilled to hear from you! (classmates won't let you post these things the regular way, because they are douchebags and want to charge you for everything... but you are smart and can figure out what i mean here.) now... about me, in case you want to know. i like to ride my bicycle a lot. i am a lollygagger. one time, i went fishing with my dad. we caught a fish, and then i got really upset when he was going to kill it and i made him let it go. he never took me fishing again. i am chronically self-conscious and embarrassed. today, i ate a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for lunch. why are these only ever on the kids menu? i am married to a great, smart, athletic man who is preppy on the outside but punk rock on the inside. i like words that feel good in my mouth when i say them, especially words that end in -idges. partridges, luggages, marriages, packages, garbages, mortgages... the list goes on. also words that are spoken on the tip of my tongue, like pretty much the whole japanese language. (languages... that's another one.) several years ago, when i took the myers-brings test and found out that i am a very rare personality type (infp) ...Expand for more